[Ianto is even more warm and relaxed than usual this morning and as a result it takes him longer than it should to realize that he's warm because for once his isn't the only body heating up the bed, and that he's more relaxed because he's lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of Spike's chest and the slow beat of his heart.
That all hits him the minute he yawns of course and then he's wide awake as Spike sits up, eyes snapping open to stare at the warm flush of his usually pale skin.]