"So, what's your agenda for the day, Mr. Jones?" Jack asked, sitting back at the breakfast table with his coffee.
"Had been planning to turn up those flower beds," Ianto said, mirroring Jack's posture, "but this rain looks to be steady all day. Probably going to do some dusting in the places I usually neglect."
Jack held back a smirk at the thought his house-proud lover had ever actually 'missed a spot'. "Need a hand?" he offered instead.
At that Ianto did smirk. "Have I ever needed a hand with the tidying up?"
"Of course not," Jack grinned.
"What are you doing today, then?"
Jack shrugged. "Probably just going to do a bit of reading."
"Perhaps I'll join you in that. Once the corners have been seen to and I've had a shower, at any rate."
"Naturally. Shout if you need anything, ok?" Jack said, leaning over and kissing Ianto's cheek before heading up to the study to leave Ianto to his cleaning in peace. Jack knew there would be no shouts, though depending on how 'in the zone' Ianto got, there might well be some singing. Jack had a feeling that would go very nicely with a good book, his favourite spot on the sofa, the gentle Welsh rain at the window, and the fresh scents of spring on the breeze.
Several hours later, after the last lines of "Myfawny", Jack heard Ianto come up the back stairs and turn on the shower. Minutes later, Ianto came through from the bedroom, now dressed in a well-worn pair of jeans and jumper, his hair still damp.
"How goes the dust situation, Jones?" Jack asked with a grin, putting down his book.
"Pleased to report complete annihilation, sir," Ianto smirked.
"I knew it was a pitched battle as soon as I could 'Harlech' up here. Dust motes stand no chance against a stirred Welshman armed with Endust."
"And in what constructive occupation have you been engaged all morning?"
Jack lifted the tome from his lap, showing Ianto the cover.
"Plato, is it? How… erudite."
"Well, kinda. I'm just finishing 'Symposium', so it's really just a bunch of drunk old men talking about hot young men."
Ianto rolled his eyes and slid in beside Jack on the couch. "Maybe, but I rather distinctly recall a bit in there about 'heavenly' love being quite distinguished from 'common love'."
"How right you are," Jack smiled. "You really do know everything, don't you?"
"Practically," Ianto said, stealing a kiss.
"Although, I do think I favour Socrates' discourse on love being a more of a middle-ground kinda thing, made up of extremes but never residing in them."
Ianto laughed. "You would. I don't think you even know the meaning of binary."
Jack shrugged. "Well, there's one binary I like just fine," he said, snuggling Ianto close.