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The week passed with little incident, and before Ianto knew it, it was Saturday again and he and Jack were lounging in bed, lying in an entanglement of limbs, where it was impossible to tell where one person ended and the other began.

"So, any plans for today?" Jack asked, the tone of voice clearly giving away the fact that he would quite happily lie the way he was all day.

"Nope. Thought we could just spend the day lazing around the house. Naked."

"Mmm, I like your way of thinking Mr Jones." Ianto chuckled in response and leant forward to place a small, gentle kiss of Jack's lips.

It was half 11 before they even thought about getting out of bed, and as soon as they did the phone rang.

"I'll get it." Ianto said, as he headed out the room to answer the phone, Jack admiring the view as he went.

"Hello?"

"Ianto?"

"Lisa. Hi!"

Jack chose this exact point to come up behind Ianto, nibbling on his ear, and tickling him. Ianto attempted to bat the older man's hand away, with no success, so just continued his conversation through his giggles.

"So, I was wondering…Ianto?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you,…in fact I don't think I want to know."

"Sorry,…you were saying?"

Ianto eventually pushed Jack away, slapping him on the arse as he headed to the kitchen to make them coffee.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to come out to dinner tonight?"

"What?! Lisa, it was kind of you to offer, but I'm kind of with Jack now…"

"No! Oh god, no! I meant both of you. I want to get to know Jack better before the baby's born. So, what do you say?"

"Um, yeah, OK. I'll talk to him. Where'll we meet?"

"I was thinking maybe that new Italian place, do you know the one I mean?"

"Yeah. The one that's about a ten minute walk from my work?"

"That's the one. About half seven?"

"Sure, see you then."

"Bye, Ianto."

"Bye."

Ianto walked into the kitchen, was immediately grabbed by Jack, and his mouth was assaulted by the most wicked tongue he'd ever known.

When he pulled back he was a little flustered, still held flush against Jack's naked form, and when he eventually composed himself he asked, "So, what was that for?"

"Nothing, just haven't a proper kiss today yet."

"Well, I think it's safe to say you have now."

Jack let go of Ianto and returned to brewing the coffees. It wasn't long before his curiosity got the better of him, and he was asking about the phone call.

"So, what was Lisa after?" Jack still wasn't as convinced as Ianto that Lisa was back to her 'old self'.

"Um, I was just going to say, actually. She wanted us all to go out for dinner together."

Jack was slightly apprehensive straight away. "Won't that be a little, weird?"

"I don't think so. We've moved on. And it wasn't weird when I met up with her last weekend. Anyway she wants to get to know you better. She only really knows you as 'the bloke who's shagging her ex'."

"Oh, well OK. So much for our naked day in."

"Well, we're not meeting her until half seven…"

"Race you to the bedroom!"

They had eventually gotten ready, and now found themselves sitting at a table in the restaurant, minus Lisa.

Jack, being Jack, had been absently running his hand up and down Ianto's thigh, and kissing his neck, to a few disgusted looks from the older diners, when Lisa arrived.

She looked gorgeous, dressed in a black dress and kitten heels, he hair held back in an intricate clip, and she was glowing - although Jack wasn't sure whether it was the candle light or her pregnancy.

She cleared her throat and offered a sheepish 'Hello.' before taking a seat opposite the couple.

It was awkward for a few moments before Jack decided to forget about the grudge he held against her and paid her a compliment.

"You look stunning."

"Thanks. Kind of difficult when your four months pregnant."

"Well, you've pulled it off perfectly."

After that conversation came easily, and there wasn't one more pro-longed silence for the remainder of the evening. In fact if Jack didn't know any better, he would have thought Ianto and Lisa were flirting.

Maybe he didn't know better.

By the end of the evening he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he kept the pretence up until Lisa left, giving her a hug, if slightly awkward, and offering her a grin as she said goodbye, slipping into the taxi, and speeding off through the city lights.

As soon as she was goon, however, the façade was dropped and Jack didn't speak a word until he and Ianto arrived home.

He slammed his keys on the living room coffee table, and stormed into the bedroom, taking off his suit jacket and kicking off his shoes into the far corner.

"Jack? What the hell?"

"What the fuck was that?!"

Ianto couldn't even attempt to hide his confusion. "What are you talking about? Jack, can you calm down, I've never seen you like this."

"Well, now you're seeing it! And what do you mean, 'What?'?! You. And Lisa. Flirting!"

"We weren't!"

"Oh right, because that's how all people who used to be in serious relationships, but ended things on bad terms, interact. Seriously, Ianto! I'm not stupid! Give me some credit."

"Jack, I don't know what you're talking about. We weren't flirting!"

"Oh fuck off Ianto! I'm not blind."

"No, fuck you, Jack!"

Ianto stormed out of the house, not having a clue where he was going, but not really caring.

He ended up walking the streets of London aimlessly for an hour, trying to calm down, but only found himself full of regret.

Jack slumped down on the bed, running a hand through his hair, wondering what the hell he'd just done.

A few hours later, Jack lay in bed, an abnormally cold and empty bed, staring at the ceiling as the light from passing cars cast strange shapes on the smooth white surface. He heard a key turn in the lock, and someone tiptoe in. He threw the duvet off himself and wondered into the hallway in his boxers and a t-shirt.

"Ianto?"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too."

"No, you have no need to be. I was thinking about it, and maybe it did look a bit strange, but I didn't mean it. Yes, Lisa and I have history, but that's all it is. History."

"I know. I over reacted. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that."

Jack held his arms out to the Welshman, and wrapped his arms tightly around him when he accepted the embrace.

"So we're OK? Because my mam always used to say, 'never go to bed on an argument.'"

Jack just chuckled and held Ianto tighter.

"Yeah, we're good."

"Good. Now, can we please go to bed, and have some amazing make up sex?"

"A man after my own heart."

Ianto chuckled, and took Jack's hand in his, intertwining their fingers and led him to the bedroom.