Jack bounded across the frozen Plass to Ianto, just barely managing to skid to a stop and avoid knocking him over. He grinned breathlessly, face red from exertion and the cold from the falling snow.
Jack's coat was buttoned to his neck, but he wasn't wearing gloves or a scarf, unlike Ianto, who, if he was bundled up more, would have been unrecognizable.
Jack grabbed Ianto's gloved hands from his pockets and tried to drag Ianto into the snow. Ianto, despite the smile on his face at Jack's antics, protested.
"It's cold, Jack!"
"It's winter!" Jack returned. "That's the point!"
Ianto pouted. "Jack…"
"Fine." He moved aside Ianto's scarf and placed a large, warming kiss on Ianto's unsuspecting lips. "We can go inside how."