Author's Note: I am BACK! I am back, I am in posession of a PLAN and I #amwriting.

You will probably be unsurprised to learn that this is dedicated to Lizzy - LiquidLash - with whom I now share a universe. Can't wait for Tuesday darling!

It is also dedicated to Tellervo and to Dusty, for cute kitty antics!. Enjoy, and welcome back!

Ianto shifted comfortably and turned his head so that he was facing the other way across Jack's boy. His stubble rasped against Jack's chest and Jack smiled, resting his hand on his cheek and feeling the rasp against his palm when he rubbed his thumb in gentle circles on his temple. Ianto hummed happily and shifted again so that his legs were more tangled with Jack's and his hand curled around the join where his neck met his shoulder. Jack watched silently as Ianto seemed to unfurl, until he was propped on one elbow over Jack, running his fingers through his hair so that it stuck up untidily; he smiled sleepily and dropped his hand to Jack's shoulder, drumming his fingers lightly as he dragged it down over his chest and stomach to rest on his waist, then squeezed lightly and asked groggily, "You okay?"

Jack smiled and tried to urge him back down again, missing his warmth. "I'm fine, just couldn't sleep."

"Uh," Ianto grunted and lay down next to Jack, lying on his side and reaching across them both to lay his hand on Jack's chest. "If you don't want to stay, you don't have to," he offered, tapping his fingers again gently.

Jack shook his head and picked up Ianto's hand off his chest, holding it up against his own and lacing their fingers together. "I never said that, did I?"

Ianto's sleepy smile warmed and he hid it against Jack's shoulder briefly, then he took Jack's hand in his other hand and rolled over, bringing Jack with him and wrapping the arm tightly around him. Jack got the message and tightened his hold around Ianto's waist whilst Ianto tugged the duvet back up and buried his head under it. He pressed himself as tight against Ianto's back as he could and chased him under the duvet to kiss the back of his neck. Ianto sighed and squeezed his arm. "Time is it?"

"Nearly eleven," Jack told him, adding, "in the morning."

Ianto just grunted in response and pressed back against him, then relaxed again and drifted back into sleep. Jack smiled against his neck and closed his eyes, determined to get some more rest, even if he didn't sleep again.

He'd actually nearly managed it when he felt something like a thump on his leg. He craned his head as much as he could without moving from Ianto and frowned at Tybalt, who was sitting on him. The kitten watching him right back, then stretched out and dug his claws into the duvet. Jack sighed and unwrapped his arm from around Ianto, holding his breath in an attempt not to wake him further, and reached out down the bed, wiggling his fingers at Tybalt. "C'mon monster," he urged near silently with a grin when Tybalt took a step forwards to sniff his fingers. "Come on, that's it."

Tybalt took another few steps up his leg, slipped off it and walked more confidently up the bed behind him. He put his paw on Jack's head, then thought better of it, walking around his head instead to sniff at his face. Jack closed his eyes tightly and blew towards Tybalt until he got away from his face, then reached up to catch him one-armed and tucked him under the duvet with them so that he could hold Tybalt in place against Ianto's chest. "Now hush," he instructed. "You look like the Downing Street cat."

"He is the Downing Street cat, Jack," Ianto grumbled into the pillow. His hands came up to stroke Tybalt and soothe him into lying down quietly. "He used to go into work with me."

Jack squeezed him in apology for waking him – again – and extricated his numb arm from under himself and Ianto, folding it on the pillow above his head so that he could get some circulation back into it. "I thought he looked familiar."

"Mmmm," Ianto murmured an agreement and groaned as Tybalt escaped from under the duvet. "Fucking cat," he swore and started to move. "He's not going to settle, I'd better feed him..."

Jack ran a hand down his side and sat up. "I'll do it," he bent to press as kiss behind Ianto's ear when he started to protest. "I'm awake, you're half-asleep, go back to sleep."

He stretched as he got out of bed and glared at the black and white figure he could just make out by the bathroom door. Ianto had fed Tyb in there earlier, so he assumed that the food was still in there. "Come on then," he whispered, bending to stroke him gently. Tybalt arched up into his hand and wrapped his tail around Jack's wrist, then turned his attention back to pawing at the door.

Ianto woke properly half an hour later and stretched hugely in the empty bed, flopping onto his back and rubbing his hand hard across his face. The half-open bathroom door let a sterile white light into the room, just enough for him to see that Jack's clothes were still – mostly – piled on the chair by the door, although his shirt appeared to have slid off it during the night – probably Tybalt's doing.

Running his hand through his hair again, Ianto pushed the quilt off himself and got out of bed; he picked Jack's discarded shirt up when he reached it and pulled it on but left it unbuttoned. A loud laugh from the bathroom had him poking his head around the door and the sight that greeted him brought a grin to his face. Jack was sitting cross legged – dressed in jogging bottoms and a plain T shirt – leaning against the bathroom wall with the bag of cat biscuits next to him and a handful of them in his palm. As Ianto watched, Tybalt crouched, apparently ready to pounce, by Jack's foot, until Jack picked one of the biscuits and flung it with a flick of his wrist to the far end of the bathroom. Tybalt followed it enthusiastically, skidding on the tiled floor as he dived behind the toilet to find it. When he emerged, Jack held up another biscuit for him and Tyb dived across the room, coming to crouch again at Jack's feet to wait for the next one. Ianto laughed when the next one sent him diving into the bath, but didn't enter the room. He could imagine the cold of the floor, and that was enough to make him curl his toes into the carpet. "Having fun."

"Oh we are," Jack told him as seriously as he could whilst flinging cat biscuits around the tiny bathroom. "Want a go?" Then he looked up at Ianto and the reaction was immediate and flattering. "Well I definitely do..."

Ianto laughed at him and pulled the shirt closed, holding it shut by folding his arms. "I'm cold, Jack," he whined plaintively. "Come and warm me up?"

Jack tipped his handful of biscuits into the bowl and washed his hands, then pushed Ianto out of the doorway gently and shut Tybalt in there. He turned back to Ianto and pulled his arms away from his chest so that he could slide his hands across his skin under the shirt, pulling him closer incrementally until his T shirt-clad chest was pressed against Ianto's bare one, and he could reach to nibble on Ianto's earlobe. "You look good in my clothes," he told him with a feral grin that Ianto couldn't see, and added, "especially when you choose so few of them."

Ianto shuddered against him with a sigh and cold hands suddenly slipped up under his T shirt at the back. He gasped and closed his lips around the earlobe, sucking lightly, and let his hands drift downwards to squeeze Ianto's arse. "You are cold, aren't you?" he asked with a chuckle. "I think we'd better get you back into bed. And you should probably keep the shirt on, too," he added as he pushed Ianto back onto the bed and pulled off his own clothes quickly. Moments later he was pressed against Ianto's warm, supple body, all hands and mouths against each other's skin. They thrust and writhed against each other, hands slipping on sweat slick skin, hot, open-mouthed kisses pressed to shoulders and necks, the added feeling of cotton between them and across Ianto's shoulders replacing the friction that sweat and saliva had taken away. Ianto took them both in his hand and thrust into his own grip and against Jack, once, twice, three times and then Jack spilled against him with a yell, his frantic clutches and gasps as he came down, moaning Ianto's name, were enough to push Ianto over.

When they lay sticky and sated in each others' arms, their breathing eventually calmed enough that they could hear the scratching at the door, and Ianto groaned, laughing as he covered his eyes with his hand. "Jack, make him go away?"

Jack laughed and pressed a sucking kiss onto Ianto's shoulder, then pushed himself away and out of the bed. Ianto followed him with a groan and stripped the bed quickly before Jack opened the bathroom door. As soon as he had, Tybal escaped to hide under the chair, and Ianto dropped the sheets and Jack's shirt into the laundry basket in the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on and smiled, but didn't turn. "Room for another in there?"

Arms wrapped around his waist from behind and Jack pressed against his back, kisses raining down on his shoulders until he stood up and turned his head so that Jack could reach his lips. Finally, Jack pulled back and smiled. "Yep, coming?"

"What, again?" Ianto smirked and stepped into the shower behind Jack, then pulled the curtain over and reached for the two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. They moved less around each other and more through each other, anticipating each others' needs without thinking about it – Jack finished first and stepped out, towelling himself dry fast and holding out a fresh, still-warm one for Ianto to step into after he turned the shower off and pulled back the curtain. Ianto smiled at him and stepped forwards into the towel, forcing Jack to wrap it around him . Jack merely chuckled and hugged him tighter, resting his cheek against Ianto's gently and rubbing them together. Ianto pulled away slightly and kissed his neck, muttering against it, "We both need a shave before that, Jack."

Jack sighed, hot breath against his shoulder, and patted his arse. "Yep, you go entertain the monster, I'll finish off in here."

Rearranging his towel so that it didn't slip and grabbing another to towel his hair dry, Ianto padded through to the bedroom and set about gathering together clothes for the day. He was humming happily and had his trousers and socks on when Jack emerged from the bathroom, freshly shaven and tasting of freshmint when he caught Ianto and kissed him. "All yours," he told him as he released him and sat down on the bed to pull his first sock on, unashamedly naked.

Ianto brushed his teeth first, then turned the shaver on, raising his voice so that Jack could hear him over it. "I think we should take Tybalt back to the flat today, before he gets too settled here," he said.

Jack made a noise of surprise and leaned over on the bed so that he could see Ianto. "Pardon?"

With a grunt, Ianto held one finger up and concentrated on what he was doing. When he finished, he dropped to sit on the bed next to Jack's head, where he lay widheways across it, and reached over to stroke his thumb across Jack's cheek. "That's better."

Jack chuckled and caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm, then reached up and placed the back of his hand against Ianto's cheek. "What were you saying about Tybalt?"

He went back to stroking Jack's cheek and shrugged. "I thought that we should take him back to the flat today," he said quietly, watching the movement of his thumb rather than look into his eyes. "I worry that you're staying here, rather than going home – it's not healthy – and if you've got him waiting for you, you're more likely to get out of here."

"But Ianto..." Jack's tongue darted out to wet his lips and Ianto found himself staring at his lips instead. "Didn't you get Tybalt because you didn't want to be alone? If he's here..."

He stopped speaking because Ianto's fingers slid over his lips. "I've been looking at times," he admitted shyly. "And, well, I've spoken to Gordon as well, and shifted my hours slightly, so I can get back to Cardiff station at about half past eight every night, half past five on a Friday, and I'd have to leave Cardiff before six every day, but it's a do-able commute, really."

"That's a... three hour commute?" Jack asked and Ianto nodded. "You call that doable?"

"For you," Ianto smiled down at him, finally meeting his eyes. "What I lose in sleeping time, I'll make up for in actual sleep."

Jack sat up and swung around on the bed, wrapping himself around Ianto's back so that Ianto had to turn to kiss him properly. Jack's shirt and trousers, brushed against his bare back and his belt buckle pressed cold against his spine. He hissed and Jack pulled back in sudden concern, then realised and covered his buckle with his hand. "Sorry, was that cold?"

He rolled his eyes and picked his shirt up, ducking his head to hide his smile when Jack absently helped him to put it on, straightening the collar and reaching around him to do up some of the buttons for him. He knew that Jack probably wasn't aware he was doing it, so he bit the inside of his cheek to quell his laughter and bent down to beckon Tybalt out from under the chair. "Come on, sweetheart," he urged him gently. "Come on, time for another adventure. I'll even feed you."

With a laugh, Jack rolled himself off the bed and reached under the chair to lift Tybalt out, cradling him against his chest and holding his legs carefully to make sure he didn't scratch him. "There's another way."

He held him out but Ianto shook his head. "You're too cute like that," he told him, just reaching out to scratch the back of Tybalt's neck, grinning when he started purring loudly. "Who's my little baby, then?"

"He's not that little now, though, is he?" Jack pointed out. "He's grown even since I met him"

"Mmm, they do that if you feed them," Ianto chuckled and picked his car keys up. "Shall we, then?"

"Hang on," Jack called out, following him into the corridor. "Did you just move back in?"

"Well," only the way he fiddled with his car keys gave away his nervousness. "If you'll have me, yep."

"Why wouldn't I have you?" he asked gently, grinning broadly at Ianto's back.

"My thoughts exactly," Ianto told him firmly, slipping his keys into his pocket.

Ianto glanced at the time as he fastened his cufflink in place and sat down on the bed, leaning over to kiss Jack softly. "I have to go," he told him, voice heavy with regret.

Jack held him in place for a moment with a hand on the back of his neck, then stroked the side of his neck lightly with his thumb and released him reluctantly. "Take care, okay?"

"Always," he promised and pecked Jack on the lips once more before he pulled away. Picking up his jacket, he headed across the room, pausing in the doorway for a moment to stop and wave at Jack and, somewhere under the duvet, Tybalt and then hurried away before the temptation of crawling back into bed with Jack and never leave overcame his reluctant determination to go to work.

He wasn't coming back to Cardiff that night – Wednesday – but was going to wait until the weekend instead, when he could come over in the car and bring more of his clothes with him. Thinking about it made him feel warmer as he headed out of the building into the soggy November chill to do the fifteen minute walk to the Hub where he'd left his wallet and car. They were having that official stage of their relationship – he was officially moving in with Jack, not by accident or through a gradual slide, but through a proactive decision. His laugh clouded in the air in front of him and settled on his skin when he walked through it through Mermaid Quay. This time of the morning, all the shops and most of the restaurants were shut, just a few of the bars still open. He let himself in through the TI office, fond memories rising at the familiarity – on how many mornings had he found Jack waiting in here for him? He flushed hot suddenly at the memory of some of those mornings.

Today, though, it wasn't Jack waiting for him on the counted but Owen, thankfully wearing rather more than 'just a smile'. In fact he wasn't smiling at all, but he put the stapler down and went back to reading his magazine. "Didn't think you were still in Cardiff," was his only comment.

Ianto raised his eyebrow at the fact that the magazine Owen was reading was in Welsh and leaned against the counter next to him. "I stayed with Jack," he shrugged comfortably.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Because I'm marrying him?" Ianto guessed.

"That would be it," Owen agreed. "Although there's not a lot surprises me more than that. Can't believe he took you back."

"I can," Ianto told him. "Because when you can't live without someone, you'll put up with a lot from them."

"Not got a lot of choice there, have I?" Owen snapped.

"Neither has Jack," Ianto held up his hand when Owen lowered his magazine and opened his mouth angrily. "I know, he's the exact opposite of you – and he can still feel and eat and..."

"Fuck your brains out."

"And fuck our brains out," Ianto agreed, although that wasn't the phrasing he could have used. "But he has to deal with other things, like knowing that I'm going to die, and soon probably, that he is going to see everyone around him wither and fade away..."

"Do you have a point?"

Ianto looked up at him. "You world's been changed, Owen. But it's not over."

Owen gripped his wrist suddenly, and although his grip was still strong, it was like ice. "I wish this had been you, Ianto," he told him viciously. "Because if it were you, we'd know that he did it just to bring you back, and fuck, he'd find a way to make you feel again. I'm a living corpse, who's going to want me?"

He didn't have an answer to that one, not one that Owen didn't already have anyway, so he shrugged and twisted his hand to make Owen let go of his wrist. "If he could find a solution for me, Owen, he'd find it for you too. Unless the answer came from sex, in which case I don't think you'd want to know."

"No, but I would fucking love the irony," he muttered, mostly to himself.

Ianto shook his head and headed for the inner door. "Life is more than respiration and heartbeat, Owen. The important bits are something else, and you still have those."

"You sound nearly religious," he commented as he followed him. "When did you get your faith back?"

"When my best friend started walking around without the breath or pulse to make it happen," he folded his arms and leant against the lift wall. "My mind was reopened to a whole world of possibilities."

"Yeah, well, I wish I had your optimism," Owen snorted. "But I haven't got the chemicals to feel it."

"You've got the ones for annoyance still, or something else," Ianto shrugged. "I think you're going to have to stop self-diagnosing on this one and just go with gut instinct. A medical degree will tell you that you shouldn't be walking around, so what are you going to do? Sit down forever?"

Owen laughed and shook his head. "Your wallet's on your desk where you left it earlier, by the way. We'll see you around?"

"I suspect so, Owen," he gave him a casual salute with his wallet and headed up the back stairs to the car park, ready for the long drive back to London.