AN – just a little bit of fluff while I work out some squiggles in my longer story.

Ianto woke slowly and snuggled into the form lying to his left. As his mind started to come into focus he did a quick mental tally. That was twelve times in a row now. Twelve times in a row that when Ianto and Jack had spent the whole night together he had woken up on Jack's right hand side.

For the first few months they had just lain wherever they fell. On top and under each other, tangled up in each other, right side, left side, and on one memorable occasion with their heads at opposite ends of the bed.

But now, for the twelfth time in a row Ianto had slept on the right hand side of the bed. He knew he shouldn't even be counting. He looked at the sleeping form next to him as his mind continued to wrestle with this conundrum. Twelve times. When did it stop being a coincidence and start being a habit? How many more times would they fall asleep like this before it was decided that between them they now had their "own" side of the bed?