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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 17, 2011 22:20:04 GMT -5
Little butter and pickle sandwiches. Perfect. Unexpectedly perfect with the wine. She too was comfortable in the silence, it broken now only by small sounds of delight she made for the array of simple delicacies.
"Ianto." She said, a bit later, and gesturing with an unbitten bit of bread. Then she put it back down on her plate and picked up her tea instead. "You know they don't forget. They remember what you can do. I can see as easily from here that it hurts you more than it hurts them."
She picked up a thread of conversation from last week as if time had not passed. She searched his eyes for answer.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 0:06:55 GMT -5
You know they don't forget. They remember what you can do. I can see as easily from here that it hurts you more than it hurts them.
Eating pickle sandwiches and drinking tea was relaxing with Sarah Jane. He was enjoying her comfy couch. The smell of her fireplace was welcomed. It’s one of those rare smells that you don’t get at work at Torchwood.
Looking at Sarah Jane, it seemed Sarah Jane recalled the conversation they had before Gwen came down with her journal. It was a week ago. It seemed the investigator was capable to read Ianto well. He was quiet. He sat there staring at the tea. It does hurt, he replied slowly and taking a deep breath. His hands adjusted around his tea cup. It was hard for Ianto to admit it that he hurts at times because he feels he is not worthy enough. It pain Ianto because he swear he can see it in Jack’s eyes. It’s like Ianto was addicted to Jack. He loves Jack. Ianto even loves the team like a relative he never had. He was never able to admit it ;even to himself.
Looking at the plate of pickle sandwiches, he looked at Sarah Jane. Care for more? It was a jab to avoid the conversation she fired up. He shifted in his seat, placing the tea down on the table. Business, it was like he was talking about business. I had tried to knit on my own, he pulled out this weird yellow yarn mess and it looked like a mitten. Looking at it, Ianto sighed. I tried to learn from Youtube…but…what I am trying to make is not on youtube… he was blushing and he kept his handsome blue eyes away from Sarah. He saw Sarah laugh. It was the proper reaction because who could not laugh at his attempt making this thing for Jack? Giving a few silent seconds, Ianto continued. I keep a journal on logs what happens in Torchwood. We had an event and Jack read my journal. He read on my entry about using a tape measure and measuring…” he had looked uncomfortable. He closed his eyes. He had vision this as he was driving. He rehearsed this vision in his head a million times. He was nervous. His hands were shaking. I want to knit him a comforter that looks like a tape measure for his penis. There he had said it. His heart was beating against his chest. He was feeling sick. This was hard but easier, he thinks.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 18, 2011 11:49:47 GMT -5
She waved off more little pickle sandwiches for the moment, but took another sip of the wine instead. She gave a quiet nod when he picked up their old conversation again.
"Ianto, there is something beautiful about someone who finds it hard to maim people with weaponry. Some people like it. You're lovely."
She gave a wry smile to him, imagining someone trying to learn from a video how to knit. It could be done, but it seemed a cold comfort. Knitting should be done like this, with company and tiny sandwiches. Then she was amused to no end as the fair skinned man turned a very sweet color of pink. If he expected to shock her, he did not. She was in her 60's. She'd heard it all. She even managed to keep quite a straight face. It seemed important.
"I think that is a lovely idea. You're good for Jack. We need a pattern." Now, doing it just slowly enough to be funny, she slid a pad of paper and a pencil over to Ianto.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 12:04:23 GMT -5
It was comforting that Sarah Jane was comfortable and not laughing at him. He feared he be laughed the most.
The pattern I would like to use is this, he said, pulling out a tape measure from his jacket's pocket. He pulled the tape out of the tape measure can. I got brown for the numbers and lines.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 18, 2011 12:17:59 GMT -5
"Hhhmmmm" She said. It was a complex sound as she held back both her intrigue and amusement. "Hold it for me." She said, getting herself well under control for Ianto's sake. She took the pad and paper herself and wrote a few numbers on it, referencing the marks on the measure. She could not help but give him a single look that said it all, delight all part of the mix. "My. My."
Then she is leaning back comfortably on the couch, pad of paper in one hand, the other doing some quick math with the pencil. She glanced over at him, and quirked a humorous eyebrow at him. "Knit one, pearl two. You'd better have a little more wine, Ianto, you're hands will be to busy pretty soon."
She went back to her math.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 13:51:12 GMT -5
I never thought mathematics and diagrams were going to be used, he rubbed his hands together. He was visualizing Jack’s member by memory. He leaned over and poured himself wine. He poured some for Sarah Jane. He was looking at her diagram. He placed the bottle of wine down. It’s this long, he held the tape measure. He added an inch. Can we add five inches? he blushed. The reason he wanted to add was to joke with Jack. He stood up tall looking serious, he placed his hands on his hips. Oh, he took his hands together. Its about that thick. It did not occurred the tea boy he was sharing information about his lover. Yes, that’s look wonderful, he said looking at diagram.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 18, 2011 14:06:12 GMT -5
Ianto started making hand gestures. They were very clear. Sarah Jane reached out and caught his hands gently with her own. Her eyes are closed, her face is pained. She is trying with every ounce of her will not to laugh at the ernest young man. She liked him quite a bit.
"Ianto. . .Ianto . . .I get it. I- " Oh, it was so hard not to crack, but she got her eyes open and looking at his. "I get it. Now, lets teach you how to knit. Go wash your hands." She said this not because of the tape measure, but for the butter on the pickle sandwiches. One always washed ones hands before starting a project.
She to got up, claiming the sink in the little half bath off the kitchen. She looked at herself in the mirror and had a little conversation with herself with her eyes, the only person she could really share this joke with right now.
When they both returned, she handed him a nice pair of Birdseye knitting needles.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 14:50:30 GMT -5
Ianto washed his hands. He was sitting down waiting for Sarah Jane to return. He had tea and wine poured and ready. Hearing Sarah Jane coming back, Ianto stood up. He sat down after she sat down. A total gentleman this Welsh man was. He was willing to learn and he was ready to go.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 18, 2011 16:37:01 GMT -5
"Come snug in close, Ianto." She said, patting the couch so close to her their thighs will rest on each other if he snugs in close enough. If he didn't she would simply close the gap and snug into him.
Sarah Jane boldly takes the yarn from Ianto's plastic bag. She's looping it onto the long smooth needles and doing something magical with it.
"I'll teach you how to start later, once you're used to what you're looking at. See how I hold these? Keep it steady." She delicately transfers needles and yarn to his hands, a few stitches already on the needles. "Now, see that little side loop that it makes there in the stitch?" She puts her hands over his, catching that loop with the free needle. "Go easy, come with me." She guides his hands and the loop, over, under and through to create another little hungry loop waiting. "Do you see it?"
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 17:13:27 GMT -5
Sliding close to Sarah Jane, Ianto was being polite not to be to close, but Sarah Jane did close the gap up. This had not bothered Ianto. He had a dutiful heart for Jack. He was learning what he was doing wrong from the Youtube video.
Smiling warmly, he was finding this interesting. Sarah was a good teacher. Do you see it? she said to him. Yes, I do, he was comfortable and calm. He was amazed. He remembered his grandmother knitting on her big chair. He used to watch her when he was toddler. He had let Sarah guide him and he was trying to get the feel of it. He focused and time was flying by. When Sarah Jane let Ianto on his own, he had made mistakes. He was kind to let Sarah Jane help him.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 18, 2011 22:04:34 GMT -5
She'd never seen such well manicured hands on a man before. Lovely hands. Hands that took instruction well. Ianto took instruction well in general, being a good listener, and too methodical to distract himself with impatience. It didn't hurt that she was a good teacher, she knew she was. They stayed there hip to hip for a good twenty minutes before he seemed to get the basics down. When he seemed deep into his project which now dangled a few inches long from his needles, she nudged over casually and picked up her own, keeping a close eye on him to make sure he didn't run into trouble.
She was knitting a hat for Luke.
"Don't worry that it looks too big now. It's just flat yet." She said, oh so casually.
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 18, 2011 22:27:16 GMT -5
Ianto was no perfection. He did need Sarah Jane to undo his mistakes. He was smiling as he was knitting. Good thing the world was not depending on me saving it by knitting. I will fail. He was being funny. Boom!!, earth blows up. Yes, the man has a weird of dark sense of humor. Remember the brain exploding electric chair where Ianto pretend he was being fryed.
He was working away and was getting good but he sure was not making any conversation. Well until now. This is not bad, he said, looking what he had accomplished. I can’t wait to see Jack’s face when sees it.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 20, 2011 1:56:48 GMT -5
Ianto had been doing so well, she hadn't looked in a little while. When she did, it was difficult not to laugh. A tiny snort came from her instead and she hid it behind her cup of tea.
"Ianto, I know you wish to make a fine pun, but surely that is long enough isn't it? And you still have to cross stitch in the measure marks."
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 20, 2011 13:50:43 GMT -5
Fun pun? Ianto asked as he was laughing. Sarah Jane was suggesting he stopped to make it to long. The image of the Welshman’s dear lover wondering it won’t fit. It was Ianto’s dark humor that made him laugh. He tossed his head back and shaking his head. That’s the idea, he giggled as he was turning purple.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 20, 2011 21:06:02 GMT -5
Ianto delighted her by cracking up. He just lost it, turning a very sweet shade of pink. The man was amused enough that his answer didn't even make sense. That really was the funny part and she found herself busting into laughter as first she tried not to and then had no choice. She laughed and was careful not to drop her knitting.
"Oh, Ianto . . .Ianto . . . " She laughed. "You just do what you do." Now she is laughing at herself, amused by this conversation in the midst of knitting. "You just let me know when it's long enough to suit you."
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