Who: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
What: Lazy Sunday morning
When: Sunday, October 10, 2010
Where: Jack's room
Rating: With Jack? Higher is the norm
Status: Incomplete



Jack had been a little too preoccupied the night before, focusing on a certain Welshman, to remember to shut the curtains. Which, though the sun was not rising as early as it once had, was still rising annoyingly early in the morning and shining directly into his room and right into his eyes. There was a reason he normally drew the curtains; between his hours at the Ice Room and other nocturnal activities, Jack was definitely a night owl, and a night owl who had only gone to bed a few hours previously.

Groaning, he shifted out of bed, staggering to the window to jerk the curtains shut, slipping his naked body back between the sheets, his arms winding around the warm body laying therein. A soft sigh as he buried his face in Ianto's chest, focusing on sleep. Sleep was a good thing.