Martha woke with a start and for a few seconds she didn't know where she was. Then she remembered she was in Cardiff, her hands closed round her baby. She had to see Jack and Ianto; she had to tell them the truth. Owen was right, she couldn't ask them to take care of her baby without knowing the truth. Martha knew she would be lucky to live for 24 hours after the baby was born; the tumour was still growing and would continue to grow until it suffocated her body. It was already threatening the life of her unborn child and she knew she would never make it to term. They deserved the truth. She swung her legs out of bed and headed for the shower.

****

Jack had been the one to break the kiss, Ianto collapsed in his arms, gasping for breath. They both lay in bed just holding each other.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you," said Ianto.

"Doesn't matter Yan, you're here and you're safe."

"But still, I should have told you."

"You had your reasons not to. I know I wasn't ready to hear that you remembered everything."

"I love you, Jack," he said suddenly.

"I love you too, Yan."

Jack stopped the conversation by suddenly ducking under the covers. Ianto screamed with laughter as he felt Jack's tongue flick across his belly button. He was so ticklish and Jack knew it. They both needed some light relief from their respective nightmares. Ianto screamed again as he felt Jack's tongue trail down his leg.

"Jack, what the hell are you doing?" he said as Jack's tongue reached his ankle

"Licking you," he said, his voice muffled from the duvet.

"I know that, but why?" asked Ianto, totally turned on by Jack's tongue on places it has never been before.

"Because I've never done it before," he said, his voice still muffled.

"Fair enough," said Ianto and laid back, enjoying the erotic sensation of Jack's tongue on his skin,

Jack started at the bottom. He took each one of Ianto's toes and gently sucked them into his mouth; then, as he released them, he carefully traced the base of each one with his tongue. Then he followed the vein on the top of Ianto's foot with his tongue until he reached the ankle; gently lifting his foot from the bed, Jack licked his ankle all the way round and then gently let his foot drop back to the bed as his tongue moved up his leg.

Jack's tongue moved to Ianto's inner thigh and he traced the line all the way to the top. At this point, as Jack's tongue neared his groin area, Ianto was squirming on the bed. But Jack completly ignored the throbbing cock on the side of his head and skirted round it. His tongue casually going upwards, across his lover's stomach and abdomen, again pausing slightly to dip into his belly button. Ianto giggled but Jack ignored him and carried onwards, licking all the way. Again Jack paused to take each nipple in turn into his mouth and gently nibble it. Next was Ianto's neck and throat, he spent ages here licking and nibbling. He traced the line of Ianto's arteries with his tongue, paying particular attention to the little dip in Ianto's neck.

Ianto moaned.

Jack knew that kissing him here always brought him to the edge; his intention was to bring him over the edge with his tongue. By the increasing tempo of Ianto's breathing, Jack knew he was close. His tongue left the little dip and Jack licked up the side of his throat and behind his ear, playfully biting his ear lobe. The Jack continued his licking up the side of Ianto's face to his hairline, his tongue followed Ianto's hairline right across his forehead and down to his other ear and nipping it. Jack could feel Ianto was extremely close to climax; he suddenly stopped his licking and took Ianto's mouth with his. The kiss was so full of hunger and passion that Ianto moaned loudly and as Jack tenderly touched his cock, he came immediately in his hand.

"Jesus Christ, Jack," said Ianto as he fell back on the pillow and their mouths parted.

"I think I might do that again," grinned Jack

"Please do but I don't think I could take you licking my entire body like that everyday," he said as he pulled Jack into him for another kiss.

****

Martha sat on the couch and picked up Tosh's house phone. From her bag, she pulled out the piece of paper that Jack had given her with all their numbers on it,. She found the number for their place and dialed it. She waited patiently for someone to answer.

Ianto sighed and reached over Jack's naked body to get the phone. Shouldn't have been as hard as it was, but Jack grabbed hold of him and held him on top of him while he answered the phone. He tried to be calm but all he could feel was Jacks raging hard-on digging him in the ribs. He giggled as he answered the phone.

"Ianto Harkness-Jones," he said, stifling another giggle as Jack decided to nibble his neck.

"Ianto, it's Martha."

"Martha, is everything alright?" he asked, trying to shove himself off Jack, but his arms were wound tight round him, refusing to let him go anywhere.

"I'm fine, I know it's Sunday, but I was wondering if I could possibly talk to you and Jack," she said, sounding uncertain.

"Of course you can. Ask Tosh to drop you off here," he said.

"Tosh has gone into the Hub, she had work to do. I'll get a cab," said Martha.

"Alright, do you have a pen and I'll give you the address," he said.

Ianto waited while Martha found a pen and paper and then gave her the address.

"Thanks Ianto, I'll call a cab now," said Martha.

"Ok, see you when you get here," said Ianto and put the phone back in its cradle.

"What's wrong?" asked Jack, finally paying attention to the phone call.

"I don't know. Martha said she wanted to talk to us about something, she's on her way over," he said planting a gentle kiss on Jack's lips.

"So much for spending the day in bed," moaned Jack as he released Ianto from his grip.

Ianto continued to lie on top of him.

"I'm sorry, Cariad."

"It's not your fault, Yan. Why don't we take a shower before Martha gets here," he said, winking.

"I think there's something else that needs taking care of first," he said. He gently wrapped his hand round Jack's cock.

"I need you, Yan," groaned Jack in a hoarse whisper.

Ianto nodded and rolled off him. Jack rolled over and reached for the tube of lube on the table by him. He liberally coated himself and squeezed some into Ianto's entrance. The sight of his partner on all fours in front of him, waiting for him, excited Jack every time he saw it. He'd never grow tired of making love to Ianto, just as he knew Ianto would never grow tired of him. He gently slid a finger inside the hole and pressed Ianto's prostate; he almost screamed. Jack wanted to push straight in but he would take his time, nothing would make him hurt Ianto. He gently added another finger as he felt Ianto's muscle stretch.

"Oh god, please Jack," moaned Ianto.

Jack smiled; he always waited for Ianto to plead with him to enter him. Gently, Jack settled himself behind Ianto and eased his cock inside, a little at a time. Always gentle. As Ianto became more aroused he started bucking himself back onto Jack, forcing him deeper inside him. Jack felt himself close, he gripped Ianto's hipbones and held him still as he thrust harder and faster until he came, leaning into Ianto as he did. Gently pulling himself out, he turned Ianto in his arms and their mouths met.

"Now we really do need a shower," said Ianto, smiling, as he broke the kiss between them.