Tosh was smiling softly. Whatever Ianto had told Jack in that message seems to have fixed something that had been broken in Jack. As they were barreling down the street at reckless speeds Tosh gripped tightly to Owen in the back seat. Neither of them had sat upfront, knowing that Ianto would be flung into it in a few moments anyway.
They pulled up in front of the stately old manor, now a luxury hotel. Jack wanted to storm up to the desk, but stopped short, seeing the stately old woman at the desk. He needed Ianto; this was his sort of scene. Approaching the desk, he decided that manners would work the best.
"Ma'am?" The elderly woman looked up from her novel, her snow white bun bobbing with the motion. She pushed her glasses further up her nose, and gave the Captain a small smile.
"Hello there, I'm Gertrude Mayweather, Owner of this establishment. How may I help you?" Jack smiled softly pulling out his badge.
"Captain Jack Harkness, this is my team. I really do hate to be a bother ma'am, but I need access to your Honeymoon suite." The woman nodded pulling out the keys.
"I understand young man. I didn't like the looks of the man who rented it. A bit of the snake in the grass. And I haven't seen him since he paid for the two week rental."
She stood, gesturing for them to follow. Miss Mayweather walked up the stone steps in front of the team, her gate and stance showing a youth that her features hid. They reached the door, the smell of coffee permeating the walls.
"He's in there." Jack said, and the elderly woman noticed the grin that graced the peculiar man's features. She unlocked the door deftly, peaking in to see a handsome young man sprawled out across the bed, chest rising and falling slowly with sleep, an empty mug of coffee on his chest. The elderly woman turned, holding a finger to her lips. And pushing the members out the door.
"The young gentleman in the room is asleep. He isn't the one that rented the room from me." She saw the pleading looked in the Captain's eyes and quickly saw the connection. She pointed at him. "Why don't you go wake him up, and I'll get these two a mug of tea." She gestured at Tosh and Owen, who smiled warmly at the matronly woman.
"Are you sure?" Jack said, perplexed.
"Yes, yes. I'll let you handle things and I'll bring them back up in 30." She slipped away, Owen and Tosh in tow.
Jack shook his head. Leaning in the door. The sight took his breath away.
The Welshman's hair was askew, his red silk (!) pajamas bunched tight around him, one arm behind his head, the other still latched to the coffee mug on his chest. Jack pulled out his cellphone, quickly snapping a picture of the sight. He wanted to wake the man up, but had a better idea.
Kicking off his shoes and coat as quickly and quietly as possible, he crawled in beside Ianto running his fingers tentatively across the other man's cheek. Ianto stirred, turning his face to the touch. Jack cupped that face, bringing his lips to the other man's forehead.
"Mm, Jack?" Ianto murmured, still asleep. Jack smiled.
"Yan. It's time to get up."
Ianto bolted upright, peering down at Jack with a mixture of fear and rapture crossing his features.
"Jack?" The immortal grinned.
"Who else? Were you expecting John to give you a wakeup like that?" Ianto colored, and Jack pouted playfully.
"SO Ianto, you said that you wanted to talk, well, can I start by saying that I really love those PJ's?" Ianto rolled his eyes setting back into the pillows on the bed. The silver and crimson bed spread backing him perfectly.
"Jack. I wanted to apologize. I let my emotions get in my way and-"Jack's lips stopped Ianto from continuing. "You did nothing wrong. It was all me Ianto. I should never have let you think that you're just shag. You are anything but."