And that was one of the things Jack so loved about Ianto: his ability to understand everything. There weren't many who would put up with a man and his need to run off and save the world every now and again. Even when it meant six months or a year separation. Ianto was always there, waiting. Jack shuddered to think of a day when that wouldn't happen -- when Ianto finally had his fill.
"No cause for complaints," Jack replied with a smile. "Only when you use it to your advantage and wrap me around your pinky, however, do I mind." Those times when Jack was so easily bent (no pun intended) to Ianto by those welsh vowels. And Ianto knew it.
Still chuckling, Jack stole a quick kiss. "Me? Loving a power struggle? Only if it involves mud in some capacity." The chuckle changed forms into a fond smile, Jack's hand cupping the back of Ianto's neck. "Glad to know I'm not the only one."
He pulled Ianto close, all the while backing him up towards the closest hard surface. "And, really, phones can only do so much." Jack hissed softly, having Ianto pressed so closely against his own body. "Next time? If it's just Wales I'm gone to, trips abroad aren't out of the realm of possibilities, you know."