It was half seven on a beautiful Saturday morning when Ianto Jones began to potter downstairs in his apartment. Jack was still snoring softly in his bed, snuggled under the covers like an overgrown baby. Not that Ianto minded, of course; he found the image of his wonderful man looking so peaceful in slumber incredibly sweet. He also owed him one, since the Captain had taken the liberty of getting him and Ianto the whole weekend off from work – the other colleagues had been surprisingly pleasant about it, smiling while they agreed to cover for them both. Naturally, while they had the opportunity, the two men had a brilliant and extremely romantic date the previous evening, followed by… Well, I'm sure you can imagine.

However, Ianto woke up early with a restless feeling in his chest, therefore he decided to satisfy it by heading down to the kitchen and brewing his speciality coffee. After pondering what to do for about twenty minutes as he sipped at his drink, the Welshman finally got the spontaneous yet interesting idea of doing some early morning baking. The more he thought about it, the more enticing it seemed. So, fishing out a Mary Berry cookbook from the depths of a kitchen cupboard, he selected an arbitrary page and got to work.

Around an hour later, Jack Harkness eventually stirred in his sleep before waking up fully and ambling downstairs to locate his boyfriend. Ianto soon noticed him leaning in the kitchen doorway, scratching at his head and yawning.

"Oh, finally decided to make an appearance, have you?" Ianto remarked sarcastically, smirking at Jack.

"While I was doing that, it appears you've created a bombsite." Jack retorted, referring to the absolute state that the kitchen was currently in: baking trays lay strewn across every surface, flour and sugar were scattered around the room like blood stains at a murder scene, and yet Ianto himself was somehow spotless.

"I needed something to occupy myself with, okay?" He defended himself, absent-mindedly wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "And I just fancied some baking. Is that a crime now?"

"Of course not. But I'm here to occupy you…" Jack murmured seductively, shuffling over to Ianto and sliding his arms around his waist, resting his head on the Welshman's shoulder.

"I know, but you were sleeping, I didn't want to disturb you." Ianto relaxed into Jack, placing his own hands over Jack's on his waist.

"You're too kind." Jack stated gently.

"Don't you know it." Ianto spoke teasingly, then unravelled himself from Jack so he could turn around and face him. "Do you want to bake with me?"

Jack was unsure, but Ianto's enthusiastic expression soon changed his mind. "I guess. What are you making?"

"Just some mini Victoria sponges – it's always been a favourite of mine."

"Then it's a favourite of mine too." Jack grinned, and Ianto mirrored his smile.

Right up until lunchtime, the two of them enjoyed making various different bakes (they soon got carried away), as well as dusting one another with flour and laughing immaturely. It wasn't until the final batch of cakes were out of the oven when they noticed they were both still in their underwear, having not bothered to get dressed for the whole morning.