[LOG WITH SULU][forward-dated to valentine's day]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto had gotten back from Owen's birthday party and immediately gone to the fridge to get himself a lager. He had intended to leave early that night to sober up, but. He needed the alcohol. Needed the burn and the haze to get over the fact that he had just been talking to a friend that would be dead in a few months time. A friend who he'd watched

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[takeitoutofpark]

Sulu admittedly didn't know what he was doing. That was probably going to be pretty obvious, he knew, but it didn't help that Ianto had gone to a party for a former Torchwood member, one who was dead in his time and had been dead for a while. The community really didn't make things easier, and the fact that Sulu didn't know what mood Ianto was going to be in when he showed up just made him wonder if he should go at all.

That was stupid, and of course he was going to go. He didn't dress up, deciding to forgo the blazer and sweatervest combo for... well, a tee-shirt. And his leather jacket, because really, why not? And he did feel a little awkward with the half-dozen roses, which he was sure was way too much, plus the bottle of Risan wine - oh. Who cared. Ianto appreciated the gestures, even if he didn't like the gifts, so Sulu just had to bite the bullet and go.

Which is exactly what he did, reaching into his pocket to touch the watch he'd tucked away in there and appearing a split-second later in Ianto's flat. "Ianto?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

"In here!" The way Ianto had been sitting, he'd been facing away from the entryway where Sulu appeared. It wasn't a conscious decision, that's just where he found himself sitting, sunken into the couch and with no intention of getting up until he had to. Well, now was that having to point, so he shifted, swinging his legs to the ground and moving to stand up, and the room swam for just a moment, but he'd had worse, he'd be fine.

He turned to look at Sulu, appreciating the leather jacket and how dressed down he was, considering Ianto himself was sort of dressed down, but then. "...roses?" Ianto asked, blinking. The bottle of wine, he could definitely have at least predicted, but. Red roses. Ianto...had never gotten flowers quite like that, before. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, exactly.

[takeitoutofpark]

Sulu could tell Ianto was maybe a little tipsy by the way he sat up, but he didn't call attention to it because, well. Ianto had every right to be. Besides, Risan wine was strong enough that Sulu could probably catch up, if he needed to.

He felt heat in his cheeks as he laughed awkwardly and looked at the small bouquet. "...Yeah," he said after a moment, "Roses. Real, regular roses, too. They won't bite you or turn colors or anything." He blinked, then looked up, "I mean, unless you want - I have some chameleon roses, but I figured that these were more... traditional. You know." Wow. He sort of wanted to pop open the wine now. Speaking of... "And, wine. Very traditional, right?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

Okay, yes. Ianto was definitely tipsy. Tipsy enough not to fixate too much on what roses meant, real, regular roses, but instead focus on the man presenting them. Who...was blushing. Or at least a little flushed, if nothing else. Ianto enjoyed that color in the other man's cheeks, but. More than anything, he was just really glad to see him.

Putting his (now empty) beer bottle down on the table, Ianto made his way over to Sulu, staring at him for a moment, taking in the way he looked standing there in his leather jacket with a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. And maybe it was because he was tipsy, but he couldn't help himself. He put one hand on either side of the other man's face, leaned in, and kissed him, firmly, passionately, but briefly because. He had no idea what he was doing either. "Very," he answered, after pulling away. He reached down and took the bottle from Sulu's hand. "C'mon. Let's see about opening this then," he said, before he turned and headed toward the kitchen.