The winter weather means Jack isn't the only one left shivering by the time Ianto is done. Finishing with the last of the buttons he drops his shirt hastily to the floor before climbing under the covers with Jack and pulling him close. The heat of his skin feels fantastic and he strikes a hand appreciatively down the length of his side. He can't resist another one of those long, slow kisses, the kind that make the rest of the world disappear until there is nothing beyond Jack, the smell and feel and taste of him all he cares about.