Log with Ianto: Date Night

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It was strange, really, how much effort Sulu had put into preparing for this date with Ianto. His usual modus operandi was to comb back his hair a bit, throw on a tee-shirt and jeans and just, well, show up. No flowers, no chocolates, no presents, just a casual sort of attitude that usually worked wonders to make the whole situation less stressful for both parties.

But. Ianto was not part of his usual style and Sulu found himself taking twice as long getting ready as he did for anyone else. Hell, he'd even went shopping for clothes he'd never normally wear (with Gwen, who he was pretty sure enjoyed putting him through the wringer when it came to Ianto), put effort into how his hair looked, took three double-glances in the mirror - Jesus. It was only a date.

With Ianto. The guy who had this uncanny ability to make him feel like his awkward fifteen-year-old self just by grabbing his hand.

At least he had an excuse for the gift - he'd told Ianto that he'd bring him a plant, and it was Ianto's birthday present, anyway, so it wasn't like this was specifically date-related. He could still pretend to be at least a little casual about these kinds of things. You know, despite the fact that his stomach twisted into knots as soon as he called Ianto to make sure that no last-minute Torchwood business had come up.

World hopping, luckily, did nothing to mess up his hair (not that you could really mess up the generic look it always fell into when he tried to style it), nor did it cause the plant he had in hand to wither, wilt, or otherwise be destroyed. He'd gone out of his way to find a nice pot for it, something a little more futuristic than traditional terracotta, since Ianto would appreciate that more than tradition. Hopefully.

After all, this whole date was pretty traditional. Sulu even went for the front-door approach, which he hadn't done since his girlfriend in senior year of high school. He shook himself out a bit for a second, minding the plant, so he could get rid of some of the jitters he was feeling, and then rolled his eyes at his own idiocy and just went for knocking on the door, before he could get himself even more worked up than he already was.

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Sulu smiled softly at the compliment, closing his eyes. "I'm glad you thought so. I tried to look good for you, after all." Which was a new thing for him, really. And he'd now set himself up to be always looking as good as he had tonight. Not that he really minded; after all... well. He didn't mind trying to look good for Ianto.

"I... guess it is," he said after a minute. He could tell that Ianto was reluctant to hang up, and Sulu wasn't much better; he wanted nothing more than to stay up late talking to Ianto about nothing at all. Sulu felt a sudden tightening in his chest, and he swallowed a bit thickly. "I'll - call you tomorrow, okay? Make sure you didn't lose your pet dinosaur, or have it carry you away."

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"Well. Congratulations. You more than succeeded." He laughed at the thought of Myfanwy carrying him away. "She's a handful, but I doubt that she'll do something that horrible. The worst that could happen is that she might take out a sheep or two, but. I think I've got her trained well enough not to cause any other problems..."

Ianto smiled gently at the thought of Sulu calling him the next day. He almost made a comment about how this was going to be unusual, hearing from him two days in a row, but. His heart just wasn't into poking fun at their situation right then. He honestly was looking forward to this call, now that Sulu'd proposed it. "Y-yeah..." he said, softly. "I'll... I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, then." Lord, it was silly of him, but he really didn't want to hang up, didn't want to be the first to say goodbye.

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It was pretty obvious that Ianto was hesitating, that he was holding back, not wanting to make the last move of the night. Sulu sighed, smiling. "You're going to make me do it, aren't you?" he said quietly, but in good humor. "All right, then. Ianto Jones," he said, adopting a more self-assured tone, "I had a wonderful time with you tonight. I'll call you tomorrow, but for now, we both should get some sleep, so... Goodnight, all right?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto shut his eyes, smiling softly as he cradled the phone to his ear. "Likewise, Lieutenant Sulu," Ianto said lightly. "I look forward to your call, and well..." He paused. "Sleep well, alright? ...Goodnight." Much like he didn't want to make the last move of the night, Ianto didn't want to be the first one to hang up, either. He waited, listening for either Sulu to say one more thing, or for the click of the call disconnecting.

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Sulu smiled at the fact that Ianto hadn't hung up, like he was waiting for Sulu to do it. He didn't necessarily want to be the bad guy, here, but he would if Ianto was really going to hold out for him. "You sleep well too," he said, and then he was disconnecting the call before he managed to keep the conversation going any longer.

Sitting up for a moment, Sulu stared at his communicator, finding himself laughing a little at how damned giddy he felt after everything that had happened that night, that he and Ianto had gone on a date, and it had gone so well. And, with any luck, their next one - and the ones after that - would go just as well.

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After Sulu ended the call, Ianto flipped his phone shut, lying there with it in his hand for a moment, eyes shut, smiling at nothing and everything at the same time. God. They'd just finished their first date, and already he had a list of dozens of others that he wanted to happen. He leaned over, putting his phone on the nightstand, setting his alarm for way too early the next morning, before sprawling back on his bed, a goofy smile that he would be damned if he'd ever let anyone else ever see plastered across his face.

God, he'd better watch himself, better be careful with the way things were going, because if he didn't, there's a chance that he might... He rolled over onto his stomach, pushing those thoughts from his mind. He could think all about that sort of thing later. For that moment, though, Ianto let himself drift off to sleep, thinking about other, future dates where maybe...maybe they wouldn't have to part ways quite so soon.