Title: Out Cold

Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones

Warnings: Fluff I hope.

Summary: God he's cute when he sleeps… (Jack's POV)

Author Notes: Set for the 100 word prompts I received from Sushi Chi. Seriously, you should thank her for Silence, Chicken Pox, the Alphabet challenge and this challenge 'cause she's the one who sends me the prompts and stuff

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Torchwood 'cause then I'd be all like "Hey, back off, Ianto belongs to me!" but I don't.

I sighed as I heard the cog door alarm go off, telling me that the others had finally gone home. Knowing Ianto of course, he'd still be here, he always was. I stood up, deciding to find the young Welshman and tell him to stop bloody working. What was he, a machine?

I walked into the main hub and looked around at each of the desks. The immaculate cleanliness meant one thing. Ianto had already been through this area. I walked into the kitchen and smiled when I saw the mug of warm coffee that Ianto had left there for me, a little note left in front of it.

Don't worry, I'm not working anymore.
I just thought you ought to have your coffee fix.
I'm not too far away, I promise.

Ianto

I love his little notes. Always so simple yet just right. I took a generous sip of the coffee, noting that it was neither hot enough not to be just made, nor cold enough to be old.

I moved down to the archives when I knew for sure that Ianto wasn't up in the main area. The archives always gave me the creeps. They were to cold, dark, depressing. I never liked how often Ianto was down there but I never wanted to tell him why. At this moment in time, he wasn't there and I wasn't sure whether that was good or not.

I groaned and moved back up to my office. Maybe he had gone home with the others. That didn't seem like Ianto though. Besides, his note said that he wasn't too far away. Did that mean by phone call or actual distance? It had to be a distance thing, this was Ianto. I gave up at that moment, deciding to just go down that hatch in my office floor and waiting for Ianto to come, because I knew he would, eventually.

I slowly stepped down the cold metal ladder and yawned as I hit the floor. It had been a long day for everyone. I turned and grinned uncontrollably. So that's where he had snuck off to. Ianto was curled up on the small bed, lost in a deep sleep. God he's cute when he sleeps. His little masks dropped. He's never looked more innocent. I walked slowly, carefully towards him and sat on the end of the bed, careful not to wake him. I smiled as I sifted a hand through hi soft, dark hair. The best part of being this close to him had to be the little content noises he made, the little smile that you could see come to his features even in sleep. I wonder if he knows how gorgeous he really is. Probably not, he's too damned hard on himself sometimes. I leaned closer to him, kissing his forehead gently and almost regretted it.

"Jack?" Ianto mumbled as his eyes fluttered open.

I smirked down at him. The only cuter thing than a sleeping Ianto, was a just woken one.

"Ssh, go back to sleep Yan."

"I was going to wait for you." Ianto's voice was husky from sleep, "But you took too long."

I chuckled and continued to rub my hand through his hair, "Sorry, but I'm here now."

Ianto turned onto his back to look up at me, rubbing his face to try to wake himself up. Those beautiful blue eyes would be the death of me god knows how many times, but if I wake up to them, it'd be worth every second.

"Did you go to the kitchen?"

"Yeah, I got your coffee. You're too good for me."

"Yeah I know." Ianto mumbled, turning on his side, "Get your arse in this bed. I'm tired."

"I love it when you take charge." I teased.

"Shut up."

"Yes sir."

I crawled in behind Ianto and grinned as I felt him lean into me. I rested a hand on his hip and left the other in his hair again. There was something so comforting in ruffling Ianto's hair. I didn't know what it was but I wasn't going to complain about it any time soon.

"Yan?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you get your hair so soft?"

Ianto snorted and I chuckled as he leaned in closer.

"You like my hair huh?"

"I like playing with it." I murmured softly into his ear.

"I noticed. Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Your bed is softer than my bed."

"So that's why I'm finding you crashed out in here more and more lately?" I asked, smiling into the back of his neck.

"Do you not want me here?" Ianto asked carefully and I could tell he was worried about the answer.

"I never said that. Why wouldn't I want to find a sexy Welshman in my bed?"

Ianto chuckled and I sighed as the waves washed through me. Ianto flipped, looking back at me, a tender smile on his face.

"I missed you today."

"You work too hard." I smiled back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer.

I don't think I'll ever get used to the amazing feeling of him in my arms, so warm, so safe and so unbelievably loved.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry Ianto. Just go to sleep."

And that was all he needed and I smirked as he quickly drifted off to sleep. I watched him sleep for most of the night, it was amazing how fast time moved. After about half an hour, he was out cold and I could slowly move my fingers through his hair again.

YAY! I don't know where this came from. It suddenly became a lot about Ianto's hair…not sure why. Personally, I'd give anything to be able to card a hand through that hair haha. Review please?

Cheers,
Gabz
xx