Author's Note: I am SOOO sorry it took this long to update. I was working on a lot of other stories, videos, and school XD Forgive me? ;)

Chapter 5
'I'm Freezing'

I sit at the bar, playing with a near-empty bottle in my hands. The music is blasting so loud I can hardly hear myself think. But, I suppose that's why I like coming here. My mind just goes blank, enjoying a break from the bustle of the day preceding the night at the pub. I've been coming here, to Streetlights, which is a really crap name for a pub anyway, almost every night for a while now.

Tonight, my goal is to avoid contact with some dark-haired, small-breasted – but very proud – woman who has been eying me from the other end of the bar since I walked in.

Suddenly, a thud off-beat from the music hits the floor near me and I turn to see some bloke on the floor who seems to be recuperating from a blow to the face – his hand is up to cheek. I look up and see a definitely pissed off man, curling up his fist for another blow.

As the man on the floor jumps up to tackle the other, I notice something – a royal blue button-up shirt, braces... and a belt. Before I can call out, they make contact, punching, wrestling, going so quickly it was all a blur.

Then, a woman runs up – the same tramp who was eying me, pushing the two apart and hitting the one who knocked the first one to the floor on the chest.

I dare to stand and walk over to the spectacle. "Jack."

I smile as I meet familiar piercing blue eyes. A pity they've got a little dark around the edges. Bloody brute got him right in the eye! Jack is frozen, staring at me.

"Jack." This time the woman spoke. He turns half-way, in the middle of her and me.

"Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones." Jack nods to each of us. I shyly extend my hand to her and she accepts, blushing like mad. Oh, she should be.

"What happened?" I half-whisper half-shout over the music. Jack looks to Gwen, then to block-head.

"A misunderstanding." Jack says to him, emphasizing as if making a point. Gwen places one hand on his shoulder and they walk away.

"Who is she?" I ask.

"Uhm... A new Torchwood recruit." Jack says, looking at me with gentle eyes. I shyly look to the floor.

As if absolutely nothing has happened, the dance floor is now repopulated and we are swarmed with people around us.

"Want to dance?" Jack asks. I stare at his eyes for a moment, watching for tricks or something behind them. I shake my head.

"I'm going home." I say, and walk away.

I hear knocking at my door. I groan, turning under my blankets, refusing to come out. The knocking persists.

I open my eyes, seeing rain trickling down in intricate veins on the window pane. I shiver, realizing I've kicked off all but one of my covers.

I stand up slowly and walk to answer to the most annoying sound ever created. I open the door and glare when I see the face behind it.

"Jack, you have your stupid wrist strap; can't you just break in like a normal person?" I groan, leaning my temple against the doorframe.

"Sorry... Listen, Ianto—"

I close the door, making the trek back to my bedroom.

I'm somewhat pleased to hear Jack let himself in when I slide back under the covers that I quickly recover from the floor. I hear him stop at my closed bedroom door and I roll my eyes.

After all these weeks, I would think he would have the common sense to leave me alone. I've adjusted to living without Torchwood... and Jack. I've let go to what held me back; at least, I tried.

"Ianto." Jack whispers through the door. I sigh, sitting up against the headboard. I won't be able to sleep knowing Jack is on the other side.

"I've tried to learn to be courteous – permission and stuff ..." Jack is speaking quietly, as if to himself.

"Can you come in?" I say, crossing my ankles, trying to find warmth. Jack opens the door, walking in. I note that he's removed his shoes. I try to bite back a shy smile at that. Jack stares down at me with his crystal-like blue eyes which catch the moonlight through the window. "I'm freezing..."

Jack is still for a moment, his lips opening the slightest bit, as if he's thinking over something to say. I carefully lift one hand and slowly pull open the sheets, inviting Jack in. He raises his chin a bit, scanning my face.

He makes to take off his coat but I stop him by whispering his name and he looks at me. "Leave the coat on." I say, feeling a bit of blush creeping up to my cheeks. Jack puts on his trademark grin, looking down at the floor before slipping inside the bed.

He smiles at me, his eyes still sparkling. He comes closer and wraps his coat around me, holding me to his chest. I suppress a sob and take a deep breath.

"Jack," I begin, but he stops me with a cooing 'shh', rubbing my back gently.

"We'll work it out tomorrow." He says, kissing the top of my head. I smile to myself, leaning my head against his chest, nuzzling myself into the crook of Jack's neck.

But, of course we don't sleep. After about an hour of lying next to each other, Jack speaks. "It's midnight."

I laugh. "Only you, Jack." I say, patting his chest.

"Ianto, I'm sorry." He says, shifting away from me to see my face. I frown.

"You should be – a month and some and all I get is an invite to dance?" I exclaim, raising my eyebrows.

"I didn't know what to do – dancing was the nearest thing."

I roll my eyes. "So... Is Gwen my replacement?" I ask shyly, looking down to the mattress.

"She's an accident. She was a bit nosy on a case, we gave her Retcon, Suzy reminded her, shot herself in the head, and badda-bing-badda-boom, she's in Torchwood... It's a much more complicated story than that; but I'm reeally tired." Jack explains, tilting his head.

I smile. I realise how much I've missed Jack's voice; the warmth and security that being held to his chest brought. I never would have thought that I would miss it. I draw myself closer to Jack's chest, wrapping my arms around his back. I feel Jack's nose brush against the top of my head.

"You smell good." He whispers.

"It's just my hair. I smell like crap." I reply, resting my temple against Jack's heart, enjoying the steady beat thumping against my ear.

"I doubt that." Jack says. I chuckle, rolling my eyes. He then swiftly manoeuvres himself on top of me, planting his hands at my sides on the mattress. I stare up at him curiously, watching his blue eyes mingle with the moonlight filtering through the rainy window.

Jack slowly lowers himself towards me and instead of kissing me as I expect him to, he leans his face down into my neck, nuzzling his nose at my jaw. He inhales deeply and slowly, as if inspecting. His eyes return to view as he rises up again, his face lit up. "You smell like coffee." He muses.

I laugh, grinning so wide my cheeks begin to ache. Jack smiles, lowering himself again, his lips grazing my collarbone. I bite my lip, closing my eyes cautiously. I choke a little when Jack presses the tiniest kiss on my Adam's apple. I open my eyes, meeting Jack's. He sends me a small, gentle smile before continuing.

I feel his hands at my sides, his knees stationed at my hips. He pushes my undershirt up, uncovering my navel. I let out a bit of a moan of protest to the sudden cold. Jack chuckles as he kisses just below my belly button. I lick my lips and try to relax.

I gasp when Jack's tongue licks a circle around my navel, biting my skin just the slightest bit, before kissing it better. "You even taste like coffee." Jack teases. I grin, placing one hand on the back of his neck, tugging lightly.

Jack travels upwards and plants a kiss on my lips for a change. I allow him inside, his tongue venturing every surface. I forgot how... sexual Jack makes kissing. Kissing, to Jack, is like a very minute blowjob. Jack grins against my mouth when I playfully suck on his tongue for just a second. He retracts his tongue and sucks on my bottom lip, biting down just enough not to draw blood. I moan, fingers digging into Jack's hair.

Jack's lips part from mine and he leans his forehead against mine. "All I want is one more night." He says.

I open my eyes, staring at those blue orbs again. There it is; that look – as if only I matter in this whole world. I close my eyes.

Jack leaves my mouth and travels down and I can feel his warm fingers hooking themselves under the elastic of my boxer shorts. I take a deep breath and nod, biting down on my lip before he pulls them down and continues.