'What are you going to have?'

Ianto smiled. Jack had, unwittingly by the looks of it, repeated his earlier question almost word for word. Admittedly, this question had far less sexual innuendo than the previous one. Looking up, he realised Jack was waiting for his answer.

'Sorry,' he began. Looking at the menu, he told Jack, 'I think I'll have the bolognaise please, Jack,' he told him. They had come to a hotel in Cullen, a town not far from Turriff for their dinner, on Jack's request. Ianto wondered how Jack knew of these places, seeing as he apparently didn't mix with the locals. Jack being Jack, he would probably put it down to his 'local knowledge'. His musings were interrupted by the arrival of the waiter.

'Are you ready to order?' he asked in a polite, albeit bored, tone. Jack grinned at him and quickly perused the menu.

'Could we get the bolognaise,' Jack glanced at Ianto; he nodded minutely and Jack smiled briefly. 'And the fish soup – Cullen Skink?, please. Did you want a drink, Yan?' Jack asked.

'Yes, just water please,' Ianto replied, still observing the bored-looking waiter. Suddenly, so quick Ianto would have missed it if he wasn't watching, the waiter grinned and winked at him. Ianto looked away, slightly shocked. Jack hadn't noticed anything as he looked at the menu once again.

'Can you make that two waters, please?' he asked the waiter.

The waiter scribbled furiously on his small pad. Straightening, he said, 'Certainly sir. Your meals will be ready presently.' He turned and walked back to the kitchen, winking once more at Ianto as he turned. Ianto turned to Jack.

'Did you see that?' he said.

'See what?' Jack asked. 'You know, he kinda reminds me of you.'

This threw Ianto off track completely. 'What?'

'He kinda reminds me of you. You know, when I first hired you. 'Coffee, sir? Certainly, sir, right away. Here you are, sir.' You know?'

Ianto looked in the direction the waiter had disappeared into. Shaking his head, he said, 'Oh no. I don't think so. I don't think he's like me at all.'

Jack briefly cocked his head to one side. 'Why not?'

Ianto raised his eyebrow. 'I don't think I would've tried to hit on myself in a restaurant, Jack.' he deadpanned.

Jack looked shocked. 'He was hitting on you?' he asked.

'Well, there's no other reason I can think of why he would smile and wink at me, twice, and completely ignore you.'

Jack smiled. 'Maybe he just has good taste,' he said.

Ianto shook his head. 'I don't want him hitting on me.'

Jack took his hand across the table. 'I know. It's ok, you're with me.' His grin grew bigger as the waiter came back. 'Look! It's lover-boy!'

Ianto whispered furiously at Jack, 'Jack! Stop it!' They were interrupted by the waiter placing two tall glasses of cool water on the table.

'Your waters, sirs.' He walked away, with another grin and wink at Ianto.

'Didn't you see it?' Ianto asked Jack. 'He did it again!'

Jack grinned and passed Ianto a water, their fingers brushing as Ianto took the glass.

'Thanks, Jack,' Ianto said.

'I saw this time.' Jack said. Ianto looked up at him, surprised.

'Really?'

'Yep. Do you think we should… discourage him?'

'Jack!'

'Not like that, I swear!' Jack said, holding his hands up in the air. 'I meant, show him you're taken?'

Ianto sat back, sipping his water thoughtfully. Jack lowered his hands, watching him.

'How?'

Jack smiled. 'Well, maybe next time he comes through that door, how's about we - ' Jack hurriedly placed his glass on the table and whispered to Ianto, 'Look! There he is!' Ianto placed his glass on the table.

'Where?' His sharp eyes soon picked out the form of the waiter approaching through the frosted glass of the kitchen doors. 'Jack! What'll we do?'

Jack reached across the table and pulled Ianto into a rough and passionate kiss. Ianto gasped. Somewhere behind him he heard the crash of someone dropping something onto the floor, and the lighter sound of shattering glass. Breaking away, Jack looked behind Ianto and suppressed a chuckle.

'Your dear admirer over there has dropped his tray,' he said, smirking. 'Oh, I think it had a glass on it. What a shame!' Ianto hid his face in his hands.

'Jack, please, can't you leave him alone, please? I have a feeling he knows we're together now.'

Jack smirked. 'Why? It's so much fun…' He leaned over the table, only to be rebuffed by Ianto's hand gently but insistently pushing at his chest.

'Jack!'

Jack sighed. 'Fine, enough…' He sat back, pouting at Ianto. Ianto sighed.

'Jack, if you can't behave properly then we're going.' Jack sighed again.

'Alright. I promise to be good.'

The rest of the night ran without a hitch, unless you count the waiter nearly running into another patron as he passed their table, so mortified was he, and 2 hours later, Jack and Ianto arrived back at their little house. It was near midnight, and the only light available was from the brightly shining moon and the stars above them. Ianto looked at the sky, thoughts furrowing his brow. Jack slipped an arm around his waist and Ianto turned to look at him.

'What's up?' Jack asked softly.

'Look at those clouds,' he replied, gesturing to the sky. 'We might be in for a storm, Jack.'

Jack shivered and grinned. 'Ooh, a storm. Scared of storms, Yan?' Still grinning, he made spooky noises in Ianto's ear.

'Jack, stop it!' Ianto laughed as he hit playfully at Jack's arm.

'Why, Yan? Don't you like it?' pouted Jack through his grin as he spun Ianto around and started tickling him. 'Don't you like this, Yan? Don't you? Don't you?' Grinning hugely, he picked a laughing Ianto up off the floor and carried him outside onto the verandah. Dumping him on the swing chair, he crouched in front of him. Ianto's laughs gradually subsided, not helped by Jack's restless hands. Eventually, he pulled Jack's hands away and held them in his own.

'Jack, please. Stop it.' Still smiling, he looked into Jack's eyes, slightly below his eyeline. Jack's grin softened into a smile. Turning his head to briefly look out at the sky, he spoke.

'So, you think it's going to storm, do you?'

Ianto chuckled and drew Jack's face back to his. 'Looks like it.'

Bringing his face closer to Ianto's, Jack said, 'Then shouldn't we be inside?'

Ianto paused, then spoke. 'You idiot, you're the one who brought us out here in the first place!' This statement was met with a wide smile.

'I just wanted to kiss you in the rain, that doesn't seem to have started yet,' Jack trailed off as he gazed upwards. Ianto smiled.

'How sweet, Jack. But you're right, there doesn't seem to be any rain.' He stood up and stepped around Jack, moving to the edge of the verandah. Looking out over the landscape, he held his hand out from under the cover the roof provided. 'Oh, wait, Jack, there seems to be moisture gathering on my hand. I wonder what that could be?' Smiling, he turned around. Jack came towards him and took his hand. Scrutinising it carefully, he agreed.

'Yes, I believe your hand is indeed wet. I guess that's my rain then!' With no further warning, Ianto found himself being pulled out into the rain and into Jack's embrace. Ianto felt Jack's breath hitch as their faces drew closer together. As the moon's light shone down gilding everything silver, Jack and Ianto met, forming their own fireworks in the air above them.