marcolette

The dexterous precision was a thing of beauty and Jack found himself having to suppress a shiver as long, slender fingers performed their movements with sure and practiced ease. 

He had seen this level of concentration many times, but it wasn’t often that he had the chance to just sit back and enjoy it.  To give it the reverence it deserved. 

The fluid motions continued - smooth and gentle - almost as if they were set to music.

“You’re staring,” Ianto said without turning. 

“Sorry,” Jack said, though he wasn’t.  “I just never realized how sexy making green tea was.”