Author's Note: Just a very short, overdose-level sweet chapter to celebrate Just a Mistake's first birthday. I started posting it a year ago yesterday, would you believe? It's grown so much, and taken over my life somewhat. Thank you so much to everyone who's reading it, has read it, or will come to read it in the future. Special thanks to everyone who's commented on it and kept me going when Jack and Ianto have been driving me insane.

This is set on the Saturday morning of the conference - normal service will resume in the next chapter.

Thank you all, Gala

Jack trailed the pad of his finger over Ianto's lower lip and leaned in to follow it with his tongue, tasting the traces of chocolate and orange that grew more intense when Ianto flicked his tongue out to meet Jack's. One hand cupped the back of Jack's head and held him in place so that Ianto could suck Jack's tongue into his mouth and bite down on it gently, and the other hand rested on Jack's hip, the thumb tracing the jut of the bone. With his free hand, the one that wasn't propping him up over Ianto, Jack groped across the bed for the bowl and found a piece of chocolate. "Open up," he instructed, pulling back just enough.

"I am open," Ianto reminded him with a smirk. "Very mmph!"

Jack took advantage of his open mouth to feed him the piece of chocolate, then chased it with his tongue, stealing it back and swallowing down Ianto's laugh. He tumbled backwards and sideways obediently at a push from Ianto, and tilted his head to let Ianto kiss and nip at his neck. "You stole my chocolate," Ianto muttered against the underside of his chin. "You literally stole it out of my mouth."

"I know," Jack laughed breathlessly, lifting his head to watch what Ianto was doing. "I was there."

"Naughty. Open." He fed Jack a segment of orange and sat back to nibble on a piece of chocolate himself. "There's only one thing that could make this better."

Jack raised an eyebrow and reached for another piece of orange. "Again?"

Ianto threw a piece of chocolate at him and it bounced off his forehead. "Cointreau."

"Strawberries."

"Whipped cream," Ianto pushed Jack flat again and started laying out a pattern of chocolate and orange over his chest. "And sunshine. Maybe in the park."

"I don't think we could get away with this in the park," Jack pointed out, trying not to move as Ianto bent to take the first piece of chocolate delicately. "Maybe..." he broke off whilst Ianto kissed him, bitter-sweet chocolate spreading across their lips until Ianto licked it off. "Maybe in the garden."

"We don't have a garden," Ianto pointed out, bracing his hands on Jack's shoulders to keep him still. "And if we did, we'd never get to spend any time in it."

"We should get a garden," he counted to ten and then let his held breath out. "And make time to be out there."

"As long as we get a sheep to mow the lawns instead of actually doing it."

"Guinea pigs?" Jack suggested.

Ianto swallowed the orange segment. "Tybalt would like that."

"He spoils all my plans," Jack sighed, reaching up to grip the headboard. "Feed me?"

He was rewarded with a piece of chocolate sandwiched between two pieces of orange, which shut him up for a while whilst Ianto worked his way across his chest. When the food was gone, Ianto plastered himself against Jack instead and framed his face with his hands, kissing him languorously, trailing away to press whisper-soft kisses against his eyelids, then pushed his fringe back off his forehead and kissed it tenderly. "We'll miss breakfast," he pointed out quietly.

Jack pulled him back down and kissed him, then draped an arm across his waist and pressed his cheek to Ianto's shoulder. "Doesn't matter. Who needs breakfast when we have each other?"

He bleated when Ianto thumped his shoulder. "Soppy bastard," Ianto chastised, curling his fingers over where he'd hit to pull Jack back down. "Love and affection are no substitute for food."

"Man cannot live by bread alone..."

"But it's not much easier without it," Ianto finished over him. "I want a big steak sandwich, on thick slices of bread, and with beer battered chips and onion rings..."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "You're having cravings." Ianto grunted in agreement and Jack propped himself up on one elbow. "Ianto, are you pregnant."

Ianto nodded seriously. "I think I must be. Oh God, I'm pregnant."

"We definitely need a bigger house then," Jack settled back down. "And you've been cheating on me; is it Gordon?"

Ianto spluttered and covered his eyes with his hand. "Brain bleach please. What do you mean I've been cheating on you?"

"Can't have kids." He shrugged. "The hormone balance in the water has totally screwed up my reproductive system. At least it means that there's no surprises around the corner."

"I'm sorry," Ianto rubbed his shoulder. "I know how much you love kids."

Jack shrugged. "We can still have kids, I just can't pass my fabulous genes on." Ianto spluttered and Jack smiled. "Gotcha."

"Not yet," Ianto said firmly, but trailed off thoughtfully. "One day, though."

"Maybe," Jack agreed. "Maybe one day."