Jack looked down at the face of the man sleeping on his chest. He brushed too-long hair back behind Ianto's ear and sighed. The afternoon and evening hadn't gone exactly as he'd planned. Not that he'd truly had a plan, that is. He hadn't expected to end up in bed with his favorite Welshman, though, that was for sure.

And no matter how much Jack had hoped that his touch would bring the man's memory back, it hadn't. He knew he shouldn't be upset, but it hurt a little. A lot, if he was being honest. They didn't have sex, at least not by society's standards. Just a bit of kissing, stroking, and, though he might deny it later, quite a bit of cuddling. He couldn't help himself.

Ianto had been asleep for hours while Jack kept up a vigil. He could probably sleep if he tried, but it was still early, and besides, he was enjoying watching the other man as he rested. They didn't have a lot of time to just enjoy each other, instead spending the majority of their time at the Hub. While they were able to sneak in quick shags and the occasional all-nighter, moments like this one were few and far between.

"Are you watching me sleep?" a thick Welsh accent rumbled against his chest.

Jack smiled, fingers carding through Ianto's hair as he was met with sleepy blue eyes. "I might be."

"Do you do that often?"

"Not as often as I'd like."

Ianto smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "You should sleep too."

Jack sighed. "I don't actually need much sleep these days. But don't let that stop you."

"You are quite comfortable," Ianto replied, curling against Jack's side and draping an arm over his stomach. "Good night, Jack. Again."

"Goodnight, Ianto."

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Jack awoke from sleep he wasn't aware he'd had, mindlessly reaching out for the body he expected to be next to him. When he touched nothing but cool sheets his eyes snapped open. If it weren't for the smell of aromatic coffee wafting from outside the open bedroom door he might have let himself panic for a moment. Instead a grin stretched across his face and he pulled himself from the bed.

Stopping only to find his boxers and yank them on, Jack headed first to the bathroom to take care of some business and wash his hands, then out into the hallway and into the kitchen. He found Ianto leaning against the counter and sipping at a mug of steaming liquid. His eyes were closed and there was the faintest smile on his lips.

Jack propped himself against the doorway and folded his arms. "How on Earth did you manage to shower, dress, and make coffee without me hearing you?"

Ianto's eyes found his and his smile quirked up a notch. "Good morning, Jack. Would you like a coffee?"

"Absolutely."

Ianto turned to place his own mug on the counter top before reaching toward the pot of coffee. He poured the rich liquid into another mug, dropped in a dash of milk, stirred it quickly, and then handed it to Jack.

Jack's eyes widened when he took the offered beverage. "Ianto, how did you know I take my coffee white with no sugar?"

Ianto appeared to think for a moment. "I'm not sure."

"And this is the mug I always use when I'm here."

"Really?"

"Yes." Jack smiled, shaking his head, then took a sip of the delicious smelling brew. "Mmm. Ianto, it's wonderful as usual. I guess some things are just natural abilities."

Ianto blushed and picked up his mug. "You said I loved the coffee maker. I assumed I would make a decent cup of coffee."

"Decent doesn't begin to describe your coffee, Ianto." If possible the blush deepened, and Jack winked at him. "I was thinking we could take a bit of a drive around Cardiff today, maybe see if something sparks your memory."

"That sounds nice."

"We could go up to the stadium. You love Rugby."

Ianto's eyebrow quirked. "I would imagine so. I am Welsh, after all."

Jack laughed. "Touché, Ianto. Touché."

When coffee was finished Jack headed back to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Ianto to wash up at his own request. Even without his memory it seemed that some things weren't going to be different. Ianto almost always preferred to clean up after them when Jack was over. He wasn't sure if it was Ianto's need to keep order, or if he was afraid Jack might break something. Probably a little bit of both.

Not much later they walked to a coffee shop for breakfast, Jack calling Tosh along the way and asking her to drive Ianto's car over from the Hub. After they all enjoyed a nice meal together Jack and Ianto dropped her off by the Plass before heading into the center of town. The bay area didn't seem to trigger any memories, and for a brief moment Jack wondered if anything ever would. He quickly put aside those thoughts, however, realizing they were counter-productive. There was no telling what would cause Ianto's memory to come back. It could be something small, big, or anything in between.

"That's a lovely suit," Ianto murmured as they passed a department store inside the St David's Centre.

Jack followed Ianto's gaze as they stopped in front of the glass display. "You usually prefer your own tailored. But that one is quite nice. Want to take a closer look?"

Ianto looked hopeful. "If you wouldn't mind."

"Of course not."

Jack followed Ianto into the shop, smiling as the Welshman perused the offerings inside. Several minutes later they emerged with a couple of garment bags, each slinging one over his shoulder. They were lovely suits, but Jack knew that once Ianto regained his memory he'd likely turn his nose up at them both.

They made a full circuit around the centre but nothing seemed to spark Ianto's memory. Jack could see the frustration beginning to take its toll on the Welshman's demeanor. He couldn't blame him. It couldn't be easy when nothing was familiar, everything having to be re-learned.

The walk back to the car was a quiet one, and when Jack pulled the vehicle out into the street he made a decision. Instead of heading toward Millennium Stadium he turned the car south instead.

"Where are we going next?" Ianto asked from the passenger seat.

"To the Hub."

Tbc...