- Mon Nov 13, 2017 11:18 pm
Something was happening. Something was happening, and Ianto didn't want it to stop in the least bit. He wasn't the sort of guy to make first moves. Or at least, he had never been the kind of guy to make a first move. Was he now? Could he now? She was right there. He had pulled back slightly from the hug, but she was standing right damned THERE. He could easily recall the feeling of the skin on her hands, the smell of soap on her skin, shampoo in her hair, and what was wrong with this? There was nothing wrong with this as long as they could keep it separate from work. He was craving her every touch, possibly because he had been alone for so long. He was a man, decently attractive and there. She was a woman, more than decently attractive, and the only one he planned on ever talking to again in a friendly manner. Even if it was only physical, it would sort out a need both of them had. Right?
He hadn't moved, didn't know what to do, and her smile faltered. It made his stomach twist horribly and his mind race. He could make a move. But had he already over thought it? Would it be worse now? His limbs felt like they had lead in them, and he didn't know what to do. Of course, there was a slightly rational portion of his mind (and probably more irrational) telling him this was exactly what he needed. He should grab her, kiss her like in the movies, and make her his. Because that would keep her very much on track of everything that needed to happen. There were probably more reasons, but that was the most important reason. He'd do anything to keep Evie on track of the mission, the plan, everything that was coming together so cleanly and wonderfully that he was sure there were more flaws in it than he could see. Ianto always thought like that.
But he didn't have to stand there much longer. Just when he was ready to move, Evie did. She was moving towards him, and his heart started to race. He had never kissed anyone but Anna, and while part of him died for it, another part of him was happy for it. Anna was dead, had been dead for years. As much as he grieved her, missed her, and tried to recall every memory of her from the way she smiled, to the color of her eyes, to the way her hair felt between his fingertips, he could not deny the fact that part of him desperately wanted Evie as more than a comrade. On a very base level, that man inside of him wanted the woman he was around at all times. He would never think of Evie as a sister, could never think of her as such. How could he?
She moved, and he bent down slightly so she could reach him. It was automatic, and those deep blue eyes were half way closed. This was going to happen. Whatever was happening, this moment, whatever it was... it was happening. Of course, she was just a breath away when something changed it all. His arms had been ready to wrap around her, ready to make this probably more than anything she was ready for, but the large metal door was opening. Someone was here. None of the other members of Isis were supposed to be here though. Not yet. Not until Evie or Ianto called them. And he was pretty sure neither of them had called them. Still, Evie darted out of his grasp, and he awkwardly put his arms down from where they had been even as the man came forward.
That was no member of Isis. Ianto knew each and every single member of Isis. Their backgrounds, ages, blood types, wand cores, Ianto knew everything about them. Down to every last detail. This was not a member of Isis. This was no one that he knew, so that left only one person. Evie. Someone Evie knew. And who did Evie know that Ianto didn't besides certain persons who would never know this location? Her not-so-dead husband. Right. Even before he spoke his name, Ianto knew from the looks they were giving each other. Part of him was furious with Evie. For bringing him here and not telling Ianto. True, this was her home, but it was more than that. It was Isis' home as well, and Ianto was supposed to know everything of that nature. The dark haired man told Evie all, but apparently she kept more secrets away from him. That did not settle well for Ianto's mind.
Still the man came forward, and Evie's right hand man managed a small little smirk on his lips. Evie knew that Casey was alive, and she had been about to kiss Ianto. He met the other man's gaze clearly, jaw clenching for a second in annoyance as he introduce himself and held forward his hand. Friend. "Right. Friend." Everything about his low, gravely tone was manly, and frankly tense. He knew exactly who Casey was, and he didn't like it. Maybe the man didn't know anything about Ianto, which he preferred, but Evie had told him everything about the man who had been dead. What was he, a modern day Jesus? Why couldn't he have stayed dead? Ianto's grip was firm in it's shake, mayhaps a little too firm. But Ianto was very upset. It wouldn't be easy for Casey to read, because everything except that smirk on his lips was dead pan calm. Evie would though.
"I'm... Ianto Sayer. We're discussing Isis business of course." His face was completely bland, chin raised, and he dropped his hand in a smooth little gesture that suggested he almost couldn't get away fast enough. He moved his hand to the cup of coffee on the table, and he took a sip before clicking his teeth in annoyance and giving Evie his normal tight smile. Not the bright one he had been giving her moments ago. "Coffee got cold while we were... caught up with things. I'll heat it back up." He snagged her coffee cup, and moved to do just that. Was there a hint that something more was going on? Of course there was! He had to make it very clear, at least to Casey, that there was something going on between Evie and himself. He was going to keep the two of them as far away from each other as possible. Countries, oceans, anything. Even though Ianto knew that was unrealistic. Casey would be helping them with the mission. Well, Ianto could always attempt to arrange him dying in all the fun to be had. That would be oddly... satisfying. God he was a monster.
He held out the refreshed cup of hot coffee to Evie after making sure it was alright for her, and sipped at his own while those warm blue eyes stared at Casey over the rim. Dissecting him in every way possible. He was shorter than Ianto, but not by more than an inch. He was also a few pounds lighter, but then again not by much. Ianto's coloring was just a touch darker, more Russian than Casey's obvious English background. Ianto's chin was stronger, though he wasn't sure who looked more haunted in a mirror. Yes, he was dissecting everything he could about the man. From his clothing, to his hair, to the way he was standing in that awkward little stance that suggested he kind of knew what was going on but didn't. Uncomfortable would be the right term for this. Ianto's stance was comfortable, almost relaxed, trying to seem like Casey posed no damned threat. He turned to the papers on the table, taking another sip of pure, black coffee before his free hand began to roll them up so Casey would see nothing. After all, he wasn't a member of Isis, and that made all the difference in Ianto's mind.