A/N – Here's track three.
Probably won't be daily uploads, but I do have all but one of the stories mapped out. Just managing to figure that one out and get them written.
3 In The Still Of The Night
Jack woke up and realized he was freezing. Had he died somewhere outside? Nope, it was otherwise way too comfortable for that. He opened his eyes to see an expanse of white painted ceiling lit by the lights of the streetlights shining through the breaks in the curtains. Glancing to his right, he saw the reason for his frigidness. Ianto Jones was snoring with the entire duvet wrapped around himself.
Jack knew a retrieval of the blanket would be unsuccessful, so he quietly got up and went into the living room. He took the knitted blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around himself, then returned to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway and gazed across the room at the younger man sleeping.
In sleep, Ianto always looked younger than he truly was. The worries and emotional scars he carried were washed away and a serene peacefulness was left in their place. Jack smiled when, suddenly, that peace was disturbed by a loud snore and rustling of the duvet.
For all Jack loved being the dashing hero and he thrived on action and adventure, it was moments like this that he truly lived for because they were so few and far between. A quiet night, uninterrupted by death and danger was one of the most wonderful things he could imagine.
Stepping further into the room, Jack stopped at Ianto's side of the bed (he grinned at the realization that they had 'sides'). He reached out to run his fingers through a small patch of hair that was sticking out from under the younger man's blanket cocoon.
"Jack," a muffled grunt came from deep inside the blanket. "Stop staring at me while I'm sleeping. It's creepy."
The form under the duvet shifted slightly, releasing a portion of the large blanket and allowing it to fall onto the far side of the bed. Jack smiled softly. He crossed to the other side of the bed, letting the couch blanket fall to the floor. Crawling under the now free covers, he wrapped his arms around Ianto's waist and pulled him close.
"I love you to, Ianto Jones."
End
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