AN: Big thank you to specialfrancine! She's been my only proper reviewer apart from I'MOrangeJuice, who's my beta.
Ok, so I've been contemplating giving this up, I don't think many people like my fics, especially the last one. But we'll see anyway.
Enjoy! Please? And if you do, review! They keep me alive!
Ianto was lying in bed, half asleep, after another long day at Torchwood. He was listening to the sounds surrounding him. He could hear the usual Cardiff rain outside lashing against the windows, he heard the sound of a car rolling into the drive, he heard faint footsteps and a key clicking in the lock. As the door quietly shut, he heard those familiar footsteps again, louder this time, walk to the bedroom. He heard the rustle of sodden clothes being pulled off and softly dropped to floor (guess who was going to pick them up.) He felt the bed sag as that warm, comforting body, crawl in beside him. He briefly wondered how Jack always felt so warm, despite the rain. However, this thought was soon discarded as he felt those arms wrap around him, those soft hands entwining in his hair, like they had done so many times before.
And at that moment, everything was perfect.