Ianto Jones quite liked working in the tourist office above the Hub which acted as a cover for one of their entrances. To be honest, Ianto wasn't sure how it was convincing because if anyone watched close enough they would see that the same four people would go in a various times of the day (or even at night when it was closed) and wouldn't return for a few hours or at all. Still, Ianto found he prided himself in how he kept the business up and running while also maintainng Torchwood's hub and was an active field agent. If anything, the Tourist office was the less demanding of the tree tasks and acted more as an place to let himself be himself and chat with people other than the team. Not that he didn't love Jack's flirting, Gwen's oddly exciting gossip, Tosh's technobabble, or Owen's dry humour.

But Ianto could hear such interesting things from the tourists ir the usual visitors that he new didn't need to know about Cardiff Castle or the Brecon Beacons because they already knee and just wanted to see the smartly dressed lad who seemed to know just about everything they needed. Ianto was willing to oblige, not one to turn away an elderly lady in need of some socialising. In fact, sometimes they'd bring him cookies or have their dogs come along which just made it all the more nice.

A steaming cup of coffee sat waiting beside his monitor as Ianto browsed through one of the latest magazines. There were a few nice pictures of a few nice celebrities and the usual tale about someone cheating on someone with their other half's brother. ianto skimmed it all mostly, ooged the naked arse of an unfortunate actor who got caught and despite it being a complete invasion of their privacy Ianto couldn't help himself. It was only fitting that a recipe for glazed buns was printed on the next page.

The little ringing of a bell alerted Ianto to a customer and he looked up with a gentle smile on his face.

Efa Tout. A regular Ianto mostly saw in the afternoons. Aged 67, she lives alone unless you count her two black cats, Jess and George. Slim and tall with shirt greying hair, she wore a cross around her neck with her late husband's wedding ring around another chain. She lived somewhere near the bay and attended church every Sunday despite not giving a toss about the man upstairs. She reminded Ianto of Vanessa from Serenity Plaza except less alien but pretty much the same flirty personality.

"Good afternoon, Ms Tout "

"Prynhawn da, Ianto. And it's Efa dear." She smiled at him as he watched her move towards the brochure stand, aged hands picking up one about ferry boats to the outer islands of the UK. She flicked through it, genuinely reading it before turning to face Ianto. "And how are you?"

"I'm good, Efa, got my coffee to keep me awake and warm in here."

"That husband of yours still around?"

"Unfortunately so." Ianto said with a larger smile, glancing down at the golden band at around his left ring finger. He always felt a little giddy when he noticed it or Jack's identical one on his hand.

"A dreadful shame, all the nice ones are taken, gay, or out of my league. In your case, all three, not that I mind though." Her eye twinkle and her hand briefly touched his but they all knew there was nothing to it.

"Mmm. Don't suggest it to Jack or he might take you up on that and what would Tim think if us then." Ianto gasped with fake alarm as he flipped the magazine shut and hide it from view.

Tim Delaney went to the same service Efa did and unlike the lady, he was very into religion. Lead his life by it. He was also your typical caucasian, heterosexual, middle class male and found he quite fancied Ms Tout. She knew of course and enjoyed toying with him. And as of yet, he was friendly with Ianto and had no idea the polite and well manner Welsh lad was anything more than that.

"Oh you know, maybe he'd drop his cross and join in. Loosen up in his old, wrinkled age."

"Still not for you then?"

"Not when I've got you, Mr Jones." Efa laughed then went and shifted through a few more brochures and leaflets, taking in the notices for new and upcoming events in Cardiff. "Betrys will be popping by, you know how she is." Betrys Howell was different to Efa. Shorter and rounder with amber dyed hair. She had a daughter but last time Ianto spoke to Betrys she was working in Manchester. The woman loved to bake and Ianto swore she was trying to fatten him up.

"Lovely."

"She won't let me have time with the gorgeous man behind the tourist desk on my own."

"I'll always have time for you, Efa"

"And I enjoy every second of it, Ianto."

Efa hung around for longer than an actual tourist would have but Ianto didn't try to kick her out, he didn't mind the conversation even if it was flirty full if double entrandres. Ianto found it amusing that someone of Efa's age could be so mischievous yet nobody could even think of her as that unless they knew her as well as Ianto did.

By the time his next regular visitor showed up he had helped a Swedish man find the best restaurant in Cardiff and Efa was currently discussing how enticing his rare end was. The bell dinged on its spot above the door.

Before Ianto could look over from his computer, a tray was dropped on top of the neat piles of hand guides to Cardiff and Wales then he was tugged towards a pair of lipstick coated lips. They kissed his forehead dramatically with an audible "mwah" added for emphasis and pressed down a little harder then necessary. Warm and well worked hands squished his cheeks down enough that they forced his mouth to pout out like a fish.

"Betrys, let the poor boy go, Jack could walk in."

"Mmm, ss'what I'm hoping for." Ianto was released and he felt his cheeks heat up, he straightened his tie to hide his slight embarrassment. Looking at the tray, it held at least a two dozen cupcakes all neatly lined up in their holders with rainbow sprinkles on top.

"You didn't need to make these, Betrys, really."

"Nonsense, you need to be looked after."

"Thank you, then." Ianto discreetly wiped his forehead with the red handkerchief that had previous been folded precariously into his breast pocket. It matched his shirt and Jack had got it monogrammed for him. Meanwhile Efa had snuck forward and began to dislodge the clingfilm around the cakes and reached for one only to have Betrys to slap her hand away.

"Oi-!"

"They're for Ianto and his lovely friends." She explained, either not noticing or not caring to point out as Ianto handed the same one to Efa. The two squabbles for a bit which made Ianto smile before switching to having a friendly conversation about someone or another. They let Ianto work, bringing him into the chat occasionally or just mention him or his handsome face instead.

The door swung open a third time and a voice boomed over the bell.

"Ianto! Get your-" It was Jack. He cut himself off when he noticed that there was more than one person in the room and probably realised whatever he was to say was not for their ears. His slightly surprised look morphed into his slick, all knowing grin.

"Afternoon ladies." His smile grew to his ears as the two women answered him then the look in his eyes changed as his gaze reached Ianto. "I do hope you're refraining yourselves from my husband here." Betrys spoke up first.

"Oh but Jack, you know how irresistible he is."

"Don't I just. I'm sorry for stealing him away." He said, slipping past them to stand at the desk and nab a cupcake. He scoffed it down in one go, talking as he did yet still managing to look handsome. "In sure we could share him together sometime."

"Don't tease Captain." Efa said, eyes dropping a little lower then acceptable as she look at the Captain in bus navy great coat. She was close enough to slap her hand against his arse, giving it a squeeze through the coat. Jack tensed up for a second before relaxing and laughing.

"Oo! Efa Tout, aren't you a little forward today."

"You bring out the confidence in me, Jack."

"Mmm, I'm glad. I like a confident lady." He half growled and the elderly lady just waved him off. Ianto's eyes rolled which earned him a quick kiss on the cheek from Jack.

"It was lovely seeing you two again, c'mon Efa, let's leave the young lovebirds to their selves." Betrys left another wet kiss on Ianto's forehead and then gave one to Jack too. It left a faint mark of mauve lips on his tanned skin. Efa took a couple of leaflets with a thanks and then patted her hand back on Jack's arse. It made him laugh again and the two exchanged a few mumbled sentences as he escorted the ladies out and shut the door with a goodbye.

With the two ladies gone, Jack slid behind the desk swiftly and hooked his arms around Ianto's waist, thumbs stroking at his back through the layers of clothes. Ianto smiled up at him and the Captain dipped his head for a kiss. It was sort and sweet and tasted like lemon. Ianto hummed softly, tongue darting out to lick at his lover's lips and savour the taste.

"You really should flirt with them so much." Jack said as they pulled apart, Ianto fixing some paper on his desk while Jack watched. "You might get more than you bargained for one day." Ianto looked at him, a small smirk growing.

"Would you be jealous if it did?" Jack shrugged, eyes following Ianto as he drew closer again and picked up one of the many cupcakes.

"Maybe." Jack let Ianto press him against the desk. "Or maybe I would-" He was stopped, thinking original he would get a kiss. Except he didn't. Ianto had stuffed the cupcake into his mouth with a smug look. Next he kissed Jack's nose.

Then the bell sung.