Ianto grunted and reached out to brush away the insistent buzzing. What kind of fly buzzed that loudly and rhythmically on a Saturday morning? Not that flies generally kept track of time, he thought. Ianto snorted to himself – time flies! – then shook his head and groaned. It wasn't a fly, it was his mobile.

Reaching out to retrieve the demanding device, Ianto decided that next time he went for a piss-up he should really stick to mixed drinks or beer. Martinis were not the sort of thing you should have more than two of, really. Ianto was glad that Tosh had stayed with him, even after she'd switched to water-and-lemon cocktails, and made sure he got home safely. That was probably her ringing now, he thought vaguely, making sure he was feeling alright.

Ianto fumbled, sleep-blind, with the touchscreen to get the phone to answer the call. It had been a lot easier being woken by the phone when you didn't have to swipe a screen the correct direction. "Ohayou, Toshiko-san," Ianto yawned down the line. "Arigato gozaimashita."

The laugh that followed was most assuredly not that of his colleague! Ianto blinked, trying to clear his bleary eyes to see who the call was from.

"Bore da, Mr. Jones. Mae'n ddrwg 'da fi, dw i wedi deffro chi."

"Jack…?"

"Ydw, mae'n mi."

"You… you speak Welsh?"

Jack laughed again. "A little. I always think it's only good form to learn at least some of a language whenever you go someplace new. Uh… that might have been a little presumptuous of me, though, because I have no idea whether you speak…."

Ianto couldn't help smiling. "You did wake me, but it's ok," he responded, showing Jack he understood the apology. "I'm natively bilingual, actually. And the Japanese was pretty much the extent of my conversational ability in that language. I thought you were my workmate when you rang."

"That's alright. I'm glad you're still speaking to me in any language, frankly."

Ianto sighed. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't had some doubts. The flowers are really gorgeous, though. In fact, I was going to ring you this morning to say thanks."

"You're welcome. And I really am sorry about last night. And last Saturday morning. You probably have me in the 'unreliable' column by now."

Ianto chuckled. "How many people do you think I'm dating that I need a spreadsheet to keep track?"

"Gorgeous, smart guy like you? Oughta be a pretty big spreadsheet. With multiple tabs. And probably a lot of color-coding."

"Nope."

"So… is there any chance I can see you tonight? And, please, if you already had plans, don't cancel them for me. I'll understand and we can pick another day."

"You still think I need that spreadsheet, huh? I haven't any plans. And I don't mean this to sound as snarky as it does, but… are you sure you'll be available? I understand work obligations, Jack, I really do. That's got to come first."

"I will absolutely be available – all night, all morning. You have my word, Ianto Jones."

"Then I'd be happy to see you tonight. Same place?"

"Any place you want. And I do mean any. I've got a lot of making up to do, I know that."

Ianto shook his head, forgetting Jack couldn't see him. "You don't, Jack. I'd be more than happy to meet you at the wine bar, though I think I'll keep it fairly light this evening. Anyway, that place is uniquely situated for best proximity to the ultimate destination, isn't it?"

"I'm glad you agree. I'll see you tonight, then. Is 7:00 good?"

"Perfect. See you then." Ianto certainly hoped so, anyway.

Ianto sat down at the bar at 10 minutes before 7. He couldn't quite say why he felt a bit nervous, but he was already ready to break his vow to drink lightly after the night before. He didn't see how he could justify giving Jack yet another chance if he didn't turn up this time. There was only so much one could understand, after all, and if Jack's work really demanded that much of his time, maybe it just wasn't going to work out.

"Ianto Jones."

Ianto felt all his doubts evaporate with that confident, endearingly cocky American voice. He turned with a smile as Jack walked up to him, placed a hand on his back, and a kiss on his cheek.

"May I sit?" Jack asked, gesturing to the chair beside Ianto. "Should we get a table?"

"Yes to both?" Ianto shrugged.

"Ordered yet?"

"No, just got here. Was contemplating if I wanted to get back in the cocktail saddle after last night," Ianto said, following Jack to a table for two off to the side. He hoped the hostess didn't mind, but had a feeling that Jack's grin worked wonders with that sort of thing.

"Understood. You were probably trying to take your mind off a real jerk. And probably sitting there just now wondering if that same jerk would stand you up tonight."

"That's not how I'd put it, Jack."

"That's because you're not like most people," Jack said seriously. "Anyway, drinking is not a prerequisite with me. If you'd prefer still water, go for it."

"I think I can manage a gin, provided I swap the vermouth for tonic this time. Thanks, though."

"Oh, a fellow martini man! I might have guessed. How do you take yours?"

"Too strong, sometimes," Ianto laughed. "I like a rather higher vermouth ratio than usual, I suppose. And a twist. I'd rather just have olives on the side, personally. You?"

"Fairly dry, olives, but not dirty – if you can believe that," Jack grinned. "Straight up?"

"Is there any other way?" Ianto grinned.

"Shaken or stirred?"

"At the risk of sounding like a complete Bond anorak, shaken."

"I prefer stirred. Sometimes naked is very enjoyable, though."

"I've no doubt of that," Ianto said, his grin widening.

"God," Ianto breathed heavily, bonelessly draped about Jack's big, fluffy bed.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you were," Jack murmured lowly, sprawled beside Ianto, his head on Ianto's shoulder.

"I was referring to you," Ianto grinned blissfully. "That was even better than the first time and I didn't think that would be possible. Don't think I mentioned it before, but I was distracted all day after that. Bloody incredible, you. And whatever that aftershave is, I could still smell it on my shirt when I left. I must have immediately associated it with good sex because just catching the scent made me… well…."

Jack snickered.

"What's it called, anyway? It's a really unique scent."

"It's… kind of a personal blend," Jack said, snuggling closer and pulling the covers over them both. "I like to call it '51st Century Pheromone'."

Ianto just laughed and snuggled back against Jack.

Jack shifted up a bit, wrapping his arm around Ianto a leaning over for a goodnight kiss. "Sleep well, Ianto Jones," he said, settling in.