Ianto woke up feeling warm and happy. He didn't even mind that his face was pressed against Jack's arm. Jack did have nice arms, after all. Actually, it was rather perfect –
"Oh, bullocks…. Jack. Jack, come on, wake up. We're late, Jack."
"Too comfortable. Sleep."
"Jack! It's after 7!"
Jack smirked sleepily. "What? Is your boss gonna fire you for being late?"
Ianto frowned. "Obviously not."
"So… what's the rush? It's kinda cosy here. In fact… I think we can make it even cosier…," Jack said, pulling Ianto on top of him.
Ianto sighed. "I suppose we'll 'call in Weevil'."