16

The campsite was a surprise, the little cabin sweet and Jack trying to make the food look more edible was kind of funny.

A night under the stars with warm blankets and a wonderful glass skylight.

Ianto had laid there as Jack struggled with the cork in the wine bottle, pleased red wine was not off the menu at least.

Walter had packed the lucky bobble hat and they had both giggled as Jack had pulled it on and danced about with the hat and nothing else, posing and winking like he was a runway model.

Then Jack fell into the bedding, his hands pulling at Ianto and his lips saying such dirty things that Ianto didn't want the hat to know about so he pulled it from his head, throwing it at the suitcase as Jack slid down the bed, kissing and whispering, oh god he has such a dirty mouth, hands stroking, squeezing and preparing.

Ianto was crying out, writhing on the bed as Jack licked and nibbled, fingers sliding in and words spilling out.

I love you.

Fuck.

Bastard.

Don't leave me.

Oh it was like being lost at sea and the lifeboat was surging in the water, cresting a wave then the free fall as Ianto cried out, writhing and gasping.

Then Jack was sliding home his own cries ragged as he showed Ianto just how much he needed him in his bed.

Every night.

Forever.

Oh god, Ianto was weeping, not even aware of his tears as Jack whispered his love, his apology for anything, everything.

Ianto held him, both of them shuddering through their release and both of them wiping away each other's' tears with jagged laughter.

The stars twinkled and Ianto looked up, thinking of Walter.

His special star.

"This was such a wonderful idea" Ianto whispered.

"I remembered you wanting stars" Jack smiled, "This is what brought us to the village."

"Our second life." Ianto grinned back, "I am so happy Jack."

"Good" Jack sighed, resting his head on Ianto's chest, "I am too."

Ianto rubbed Jack's back for a while as he left them both drift.

"Cariad?"

Jack hummed softly.

"My sugar levels are good, Owen is pleased and it looks like diet is going to be all I need to control it" Ianto said and Jack felt something brewing as he tried not to tense up.

"I've been good and not complained … well not much."

Jack nodded a she waited for the 'but'.

"So"

Here is comes.

"I would like to go back to school, finish one of my doctorates I abandoned when Gene died…well, sort of .. bastard ran away." Ianto said softly and Jack felt the relief flood through him as he snorted softly.

"Sure" he smiled, kissing Ianto's chest, "You stopped your pottery evenings when Connor and Em moved in, do you miss that too?"

"Oh!" Ianto said with delight, "That's what I want. Like a class, but not that. I'm done with pottery."

Jack laughed at Ianto's delight, "What babe?"

"Glass!" Ianto smiled as he hugged Jack, "Lead light glass? Or the local open university, a class or something."

"I love it!" Jack snorted.