Directly from the previous chapter, sorry its a bit short and sweet, please review!


"Then stay" Jack gazed into those ice blue eyes, then looked down at the sofa, "maybe not right there though, look at the wet patch you've made on the sofa!"

Ianto laughed softly, "yeah I'm sorry, should probably change, I'm sure I have clothes here"

"I've hung them up in the wardrobe, you lived out of a suitcase here for weeks"

Ianto stood up, cringing at the state of the sofa, and held out a hand for Jack. He took it willingly, wrapping his other arm around Ianto's waist as he stood.

"You promise, we're in this together?" Jack asked

Ianto smiled "I promise Jack, I love you"

Jack leant to kiss him, softly and first then deeper, running his tongue along Ianto's lips gently begging entrance. Ianto moaned softly, tangling his fingers in Jack's hair pulling him closer, sealing their bodies together. Jack brought his hands up to rest on Ianto's back, soft touches that he knew made the other man shiver.

Jack pulled back and smiled, "Now, Ianto Jones, I am the only person that gets to do that to you"

"Oh absolutely" Ianto breathed

"Good" Jack grinned, "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes"

"Now we're talking"

"Not what I meant" Jack laughed "God, you're getting worse than me I'm obviously a bad influence"

Ianto rolled his eyes lovingly, heading upstairs to put on some dry clothes. Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The relief was indescribable. They loved each other, they could get through anything together, he knew it without any doubt now. He headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and glasses, thinking after today they could both do with it. Just thinking of sitting and sharing a drink with that wonderful man was enough to make Jack's stomach flutter.

Two arms came around his waist from behind as he stood at the cupboard, and he smiled, turning in his arms to kiss Ianto quickly. They linked hands and headed to the living room, settling on the comfy rug to avoid the damp, Ianto shaped patch on the sofa. Ianto lay on his side, head propped up on his hand watching Jack pour the wine.

"What's your favourite colour?" Ianto asked out of the blue

"Hmm?" Jack looked up

"I realized I never asked, there's so many little things I don't know about you, so much I want to know" Ianto smiled, "I want to know and love everything about you"

Jack passed him the glass of wine and smiled, "red. Like that tie you wore our first date which made me want to take you then and there"

Ianto laughed, "you wouldn't have heard me complaining"

Jack grinned cheekily at him, "what's yours?"

"Blue, but not like bright blue" Ianto replied, "more like…...RAF uniform blue"

"Ooh does someone have a fetish for uniform Mr. Jones?" Jack teased, resting his legs across Iantos on the floor.

"Maybe" Ianto blushed, "Got a bit of a thing for those coats"

"Hmm I'll bare that in mind" Jack leered at him, "I love getting to know everything about you too"

They spent the evening that way, on the living room floor, sharing the little things about each other, their favourite food, first kisses, childhood dreams. They never lost contact as they spoke, whether it was their hands entwined, the soft brush of a cheek, the occasional kiss. Neither of them had ever shared so much of themselves with another, felt so comfortable and content. Being together like this was as easy as breathing.

A bottle of wine later, Jack sighed, "well I don't know about you but I'm exhausted" he reached out for Ianto's hand "come to bed?"

Ianto smiled up at him, "This evening was perfect"

"I think we really needed it" Jack agreed, "after everything we needed to take that time for us"

Ianto nodded, pulling them both to their feet and upstairs to the bedroom. They sat on the edge of the bed, staring into each other's eyes. Ianto laughed softly, "careful Jack, we're in serious danger of turning into sappy bastards here"

"oh well we can't possibly have that" Jack laughed, kissing him gently "Love you though"

"I love you" Ianto lay back into bed, pulling Jack down with him. They shifted under the covers, Ianto tucking his head into Jack's shoulder, resting his hand lightly on his chest. Jack's arm went around him automatically, pulling him flush against his body. He sighed contently, closing his eyes. This was exactly how they should always be. They were home.