The hothouse was usually one of Jack and Ianto’s favourite places for an after-work tryst, but for Ianto it had recently lost its appeal. Nothing seemed to bother Jack though.
“Relax, Ianto!” Jack repeated for the umpteenth time.
“I’m trying to, but it’s distracting, not to mention unnerving!” Ianto complained.
“Ignore it.” Jack pulled him in for another kiss, fingers deftly unfastening Ianto’s shirt buttons.
Ianto tried, but after a few minutes…
“It’s no good, Jack, I’m just not into voyeurism.” There was just something about having plants staring at him with eyes on stalks that gave him the creeps.