Our Miss Fern has gone through many changes through the course of this story, beginning as a broken-down businesswoman, growing to become an amazon heroine, and now, at last, a shameless hussy. Not that that's a bad thing!

Naturally, as Fern's strength began to return, there was suddenly no quiet moment to be with her. Both Ianto and Jack still felt the burning memory of seeing her in the doorway of Jack's office, willing but not ready. Each found every opportunity to be close to her that they could.

First the Rift alarm decided it was the season to be jolly and started going off every five hours or so. The team would no sooner return from one goose-chase than it was off on another. Sometimes they'd return bloodied and battered from a run-in with a weevil or other such aliens. One such time Fern took Ianto, who looked about to collapse, and guided him to the couch.

She searched his eyes as she cleaned his wounds, gently sliding a wet sponge across the gash on his right temple, the slash on his left forearm, and the small but specifically sensitive wound on his inner thigh. He gasped as she removed his jeans – he'd sensibly worn work clothes – but she just smirked and continued to clean and dress his wounds.

There was no one else in the Hub – Fern and Ianto took monitor duty while the others were out hunting.

Ianto felt an erection growing and panicked as there was just the thin cotton of his underwear to cover it.

Fern covered his mouth with her full lips, sucking on his pouty lower lip, licking and tasting him at last. "Ianto...I've wanted you for so long now..." He'd had no idea she returned his passion this strongly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and for uncounted minutes they simply drank each other like they were lost in the desert, lusting for more. Ianto's hand found its way to her breast and squeezed hard, winning a loud and happy moan from her. She grabbed his balls so suddenly he yelped – and then she pulled away.

"There's much much more where that comes from my dear Ianto. Here – " she handed him a sealed envelope. "Don't open this until 11:00 tonight."

He took it and slipped it into his jeans pocket as he returned them to their rightful position on his slender hips. She followed the motion, enjoying the view from behind just a little too much...

"And Ianto," she said as she heard the SUV arriving and team members hauling something angry and unmanagable out of it, "bring those things from the archive that you showed me, yeah?"

"Yeah." He grinned, hands on hips in that adorable way he had. Then they turned to help the team lock up some new monster in the vaults and it was back to business.

Fern had taken on some of the archiving duties since Ianto was so good in the field now, so she busied herself at his workstation, logging in the most recent activity according to Tosh's records. "Fascinating beastie, isn't it?" She asked no one in particular, "Not a hair on him but – Ooof!" it was her turn to yelp as Jack appeared out of nowhere so close behind her she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. "God Jack, you...you..." her eyes began to slide shut as she took in his intoxicating scent, and she felt just how hard he was as he pressed himself against her firm buttocks.

"When, Fern? Are you playing us? You look mighty healthy to me just now..." He reached around and took both of her breasts in his hands, as if judging them at a county fair. "You bastard! Jack!" She whipped around but he caught her wrist before she could halfheartedly slap him, and instead he locked his lips on hers. "Ahh...what is that I taste on your lips?" He spoke without removing his mouth from hers. "Something verrrry familiar..." she could hear his voice becoming husky and breathless, and wanted so much to give in, but instead put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, giving him an envelope identical to the one she'd given Ianto, with the same instructions: do not open until 11:00 that night.

At last, with uncharacteristically elegant timing, the rift monitor became quiet, and after days of endless activity, Jack sent the team home with orders not to return tomorrow unless paged – ulterior motives notwithstanding. He and Ianto shared chinese take-out and made attempts at guessing what Fern might be up to, but other than the items she wanted from the archives, there wasn't much to go on.

"What did she tell you to bring, Ianto?" Jack asked, mung-bean sprouts dangling from his mouth. He wasn't known for his manners.

"Just some crystal-like globes that have never done anything at all, and another pile of some crystalline pieces that also have never manifested any properties. They aren't even beautiful. I'm stumped."

They munched in silence. Fern was – no surprise – nowhere to be seen.

Eleven o'clock finally arrived and the men tore open their envelopes – they could have disobeyed, but they'd decided together that Fern had something about her that made it easy to follow her orders. The cards inside were also identical and had only five words on them:

:Meet me at the Castle:

The men exchanged a glance then sprang into action. Ianto almost forgot the artifacts and turned back for them at the last minute and they jumped into the SUV, tearing out onto Stryd Bute and up St. Mary's, pulling up at Duke Street in front of the main entrance that led to the castle keep.

Ianto shuddered involuntarily as they walked inside the stone barrier wall, remembering the vast lawns and the steep hill leading up to the castle keep filled with imposing alien warriors. But tonight, a rare, cloudless night, there was no one anywhere to be seen. Once inside they closed the wooden entrance doors and the sounds of Cardiff disappeared. All they could hear were crickets, an occasional owl, bullfrogs in the pond on the other side of the keep, and their own thumping hearts.

They strode with anticipation and not just a little admiration, for Fern had made some tricky arrangements if she did what they suspected she'd done.

They were right. After climbing the steep stairs to the ancient wooden doors, Jack pushed them open (also remembering a darker moment having done this before) and they entered a wonderland. The darkness was framed with glowing globes of light here and there around the perfect circle of grass that made up the inside of the keep. Up on the stone dais the pile of crystals were glowing like a bonfire, providing both light and warmth that was reflected and retained by the stone walls that rose around them.

Then Fern stepped out from behind the crystals whose light had kept her hidden. Jack and Ianto had been walking slowly towards the center of the keep, but stopped in their tracks. Her tall form was draped in some translucent material that floated in the breeze, emphasized her breasts, her thighs, and the swelling between them. She was smiling, but her lips were trembling a little, not the only sign that all of this was arousing her, too.

Not that Jack was intimidated at all. Uh-uh. This was a uniquely beautiful setting and he knew there was something important that was going to happen tonight, but he had had many soul-altering experiences. Nooooo, he wasn't scared, not enough to admit it.

Ianto was. But that was his normal state. He felt more comfortable being uncomfortably intimidated than any other way. So watching the fabric caress the places he wanted to caress was just right for him and he stood entranced.

"So, no one is going to join my little party? Look I have refreshments!" She pulled an open bottle of champagne out of a bucket of ice and poured three glasses. As she offered them to her friends she held up a hand. "No toasts. Let's leave that until later, when we have explored the unknown and know more about what we are celebrating. Yeah?" The men nodded and sipped and the warm tingling, although sweeter than their preference, reached down to their toes.

"Now this is unfair, don't you think? You all covered in wool and denim and me with nothing but gossamer on? What shall we do about that?" They set their glasses down and stood for a moment in a solemn, glowingly happy circle. At last, the time had come.

Jack took his own clothes off and stood unembarassed in all his naked glory. Ianto did his best, but let Fern remove his shirt, and then she took the opportunity to move in closer. Her gown had parted and she was bared to him, pressing herself against his chest. Jack moved behind him, and, already very erect, moved his cock to a growing rhythm between Ianto's buttocks. Ianto's smile was glorious, and Fern drank it in like wine. Then Jack took her fingers into his own mouth and sucked on them. Her curiosity was growing – she knew very little of how men made love to each other, and this was a wonderland of revelations. Jack took first two, then three of her fingers, and inserted them in Ianto's hole, and Ianto moaned and moved his hips to help them go deeper and stretch him, preparing him for Jack.

Jack was the experienced one, so he became the guide. He pulled on the threesome a little, guiding them towards the castle wall, and then turned them so Fern's back was against it. Pinned by two very hot men, she was panting like a kitten in a hot kitchen, waiting. Ianto's hands were finding all sorts of hiding places – her breast, a nipple that got a painfully sharp pinch, eliciting a pleased little scream from her. His other hand had snuck down below and his fingers were finding their way inside her feminine entry, glad to find it very wet and ready. She signalled Jack and he gave her room to kneel down so she could show Ianto one skill she knew very well, taking his cock into her mouth, running her full lips up and down the generous shaft, her tongue occasionally massaging the tip in little circles. She loved it when he started to buck into her, making her gag as it hit the back of her throat. The involuntary reaction was delicious, and every sensation was a wonder she couldn't get enough of.

"Oh...Fern...you do know how I love you, don't you...and Jack, my love!" he whispered, his beautiful Welsh vowels husky and breathless. Jack laughed into the back of Ianto's neck loving the loving of his lover more than he could ever have hoped to. He looked over Ianto's shoulder and watched the spectacle, and removed Fern's fingers replacing them with his own inside Ianto, moving them in and out, in and out... And Fern found Jack's wonderfully hard shaft brush against her hand, and took it and slid her hand up and down to the same rhythm.

"God, someone please take me or enter me I can't stand this anymore." Ianto wasn't much for revealing his feelings in public, but in sex, he knew when he was ready and he said so. This was his moment so Fern released him, looked up to Jack for assurance and got a slight nod. She stood and lifted one leg, letting Jack hold it for her so she could guide Ianto's cock inside her. She wrapped ner arms around Ianto's neck, and felt him shudder as Jack was entering him from behind, and they were almost ready...last move, Fern gripped Jack's arm for support and lifted her other leg up, then he grabbed it long enough for her to wrap her legs around Iant and Jack both as best as she could. Ianto grasped her buttocks and began to rock them so he could thrust inside her, first slow, then gaining speed, then suddenly almost crushing her into the wall as Jack rammed his own huge member deeper and deeper inside Ianto's aching, yearning hole. Jack pushed and Ianto held against him. Jack pulled and Ianto rammed into Fern. The two men rocked in a concert of pleasure, both holding Fern easily with their strong arms, and she was left to pull at her nipples and increase her own desire.

Suddenly there were three entirely differently screams, and the bullfrogs were the only creatures that could hear them, two low ones, like howls, one high and keening, as all three came at once. And then they slowly untangled themselves and retrieved the champagne bucket and a basket of much needed refreshments, placing them at the center of the roofless keep and sprawled in the grass, gazing at the stars, breathless, satiated...and yet...

Fern turned on her side. She'd lost her gown somewhere so she was as naked as they were. She could see the blue in Jack's eyes as he stared back at her. Then Ianto. Who needed stars when there was beauty like this to behold? And if that experience was wonderful, then the next one would certainly be spectacular. Because, for these friends, there was more to come..."Ah, fy cariadau!" she breathed.

I really want to continue, and daydreamed an excellent next chapter this afternoon, but I have to confess I'm a bit afraid I've either gone to far or not far enough. If anyone has read one of my other fics, a short one called "Shattered", you may know at least in the fic world, I don't have many rules or restrictions - sex is a wonderful thing for people to share, and it means different things to different people.

Anyway, I need your reviews to get an idea if you are interested. This story is fun to write but I don't need to post it if it is offensive or just not interesting. Please let me know. I don't mind if you make up a name or use your real screenname - please do just review! Thanks for reading, anyway!