Gwen picked dried mud from her sleeves and watched fondly as Jack chatted away to Ianto, pulling bits of alien spaceship from the SUV into the Hub and laughing as he playfully insulted him.

She was about to look away when Jack reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him close and grinning against Ianto’s smile as they kissed.

She pretended not to watch as he tried to move away and Jack kept hold of him tightly, bringing Ianto quickly and forcefully towards him and resting against the SUV as he deepened the kiss, running a hand down Ianto’s back as he settled between Jack‘s legs, leaning into his chest and kissing back softly. Gwen’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced Jack’s lips open and his tongue brush Ianto’s who laughed as he reached up and wiped the mud from his hair across Jack’s face.

 

She turned back to the computer screen and saw Ianto’s cover up had worked well. He had also dealt with the police and she snuggled into his coat reaching down to her phone and texting Rhys to wake up because she was coming home for breakfast.

 

‘So Jack you don’t mind if I go home to clean up and see you later do you?’

 

She watched as Jack looked up from Ianto’s neck and pulled away, clearing his throat quickly as Ianto blushed and returned to his task.

 

‘No. Go home Gwen. I’ll see you in a couple of hours?’

 

‘Yep. Bye Ianto – oh here’s your coat –‘

 

‘Keep it till later, you’re cold.’

 

Gwen realised she was still shaking slightly and kissed him on the cheek as she left, ‘thanks! See you later.’

 

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She bounded off, pulling the coat round her and Jack watched until he heard the cog door roll back before promptly falling into Ianto again, grabbing him from out of the boot of the SUV and pushing him against the door forcefully. He pulled Ianto’s bottom lip in his teeth, his fingers caressing his neck and a thumb brushed his racing pulse point.

 

Jack loved making Ianto’s heart race and he hesitated briefly as he realised he was just as breathless. That never happened. He shrugged it off and decided to attack the issue head on, pushing himself into Ianto’s body and slowing his movements down, he moved his lips across to the throb in his neck and kissed it wetly before sucking in the skin, biting down and running a strong hand through Ianto’s wet hair, feeling him writhe beneath him, moaning quietly and gripping fingers tightly into the back of Jack’s head.

 

He looked up from his neck and Ianto promptly kissed him, grinding wantonly and Jack felt pure lust shoot through his brain. He dragged him round to the front of the SUV, pushing him against it, lifting him up, forcing him backwards and Ianto sprawled across it, grabbing at his neck and pulling him down, kissing him hard.

 

‘Did I mention I love the windswept look?’

 

Jack ran his fingers down Ianto’s wet shirt, it was sticking to his chest, clinging to his hip bones and Jack pushed his hand under it. Ianto’s skin was damp and cold and Jack warmed it slightly with his fingers as they travelled down to his belt, bypassing it and gently fisting the thickening erection through his trousers. Ianto nudged Jack’s lips with his and groaned as he rubbed him, feeling him hardening beneath his fingers. Ianto tried to talk, his head falling back as Jack reached his mouth down to the now large bulge below his belt.

 

‘Uh huh you did…fuck!…ummm. Yeah – think so.’

 

Jack traced him with his tongue, mouthing and sucking lightly, dampening the material, his eyes locked on Ianto’s who was watching him, ‘you know – you’re quite windswept and dirty yourself…’

 

‘Yeah?’ Jack moved back up to kiss him, reaching his hand down between his legs and rubbing gently now, teasing.

 

‘Positively filthy,’ Ianto panted.

 

‘I think you’ll find I’m specifically dirty. So I should probably have a shower…’ Jack said as Ianto sat back up on the bonnet of the SUV, removing Jack’s hand and kissing the fingers, burying his face in Jacks chest and trying to regain his breath, control his heart beat once again.

 

‘Yep.’

 

‘Are you joining me?’ Jack asked, reaching his mouth down to kiss him again, his hair brushing Ianto’s brow.

 

He grinned as Ianto kissed him back, ‘yep.’  

 

He felt Ianto’s hand wander up to his neck and flinched, ‘you’re still cold.’

 

Jack looked at him with concern as he realised Ianto’s appearance consisted of a dishevelled white, wet, (now see through – and didn’t Jack just love it) shirt and damp trousers caked in mud, soaking shoes and shaking fingers. He felt him shiver against him and wrapped his coat around them both. Ianto tensed for a second and Jack suddenly realised he wasn’t used to gestures like this. He briefly felt awful before he felt Ianto relax and move into him, his legs on either side of Jack’s and strong forearms pulling him close as he sighed happily into Jack’s stomach.

 

‘You’re warm.’

 

They stayed like that for a few timeless seconds before Ianto’s shuddered and Jack pulled him up.

 

‘Go. Shower. Warmth. Go!’

 

He pointed and Ianto set off, reaching back, grabbing Jack’s hand and dragging him with him.

 

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Gwen ran her hands through her newly washed and dried hair and luxuriated in feeling warm again, her toes wriggling in shoes that weren’t full of mud. She started to take off Ianto’s coat as she entered the tourist office, the mysterious man she had seen earlier that day catching her eye as he moved away from the railings across the plass and headed into the city.

 

‘Hi,’ she yawned as Ianto walked past.

 

‘Coffee?’

 

‘Thank you love.’ Gwen stretched and waved at Jack as he wandered up to his office talking quickly into his phone. They both looked relaxed and she noted Jack’s hair was slightly damp and Ianto was wearing one of his shirts.

 

‘Do you want to go out for lunch?’

 

He handed her a coffee and she wrapped her fingers round it gratefully, inhaling deeply as Ianto sat at a station and typed.

 

‘Sure. Jack won’t go – conference calls all day.’

 

‘Just us then.’ She yawned again and gulped down her coffee.

 

‘Sounds good.’

 

‘That guy was back, outside the Hub. Remind me to check up on him when I’ve finished these reports.’

 

‘Will do. Gwen?’

 

‘Yes?’ She looked over and swung gently on her chair turning on her computer.

 

‘Have you been tracking the CCTV?’

 

‘No. why?’

 

‘Nothing really,’ Ianto frowned and she watched him click slowly as she thread her silky, thick hair through her fingers plaiting it absently, ‘it’s just there’s just a trace of something here I think. Maybe someone hacking the CCTV near the cars…I recognise the signature from some other old footage too. We shouldn’t be getting hacked with our security...’

 

‘Can you see what they’re looking at?’

 

‘Just our cars coming and going from what I can see,’ Ianto replied, knitting his eyebrows and sitting back thoughtfully. Gwen’s heart tightened for a second at the thought of someone watching her going home, finding out where she lived.

 

‘Following us home?’

 

‘Don’t know…’ Ianto looked over at her slightly worried expression and smiled softly, ‘sure it’s nothing to worry about, don’t fret. Where you taking me for lunch then?’

 

She grinned feeling reassured and exclaiming loudly, ‘you aren’t taking me to lunch?!’

 

‘I’m not made of money,’ Ianto scoffed and she looked pointedly at his feet.

 

‘Your very expensive – ruined shoes that you will no doubt have replaced by tomorrow beg to differ.’

 

‘Alright, maybe I’ll treat you.’

She smiled. She and Ianto had the best time nowadays.

‘You like chips right?’ He added cheekily and she threw a ball of paper at him.

 

‘Gwen when can you have that report ready for me?’

 

She looked up to where Jack was leaning out of his office, staring at her and tapping on the railings.

‘End of the day? Ianto’s taking me to lunch.’

 

‘Oh he’s good at restaurants –‘ Jack grinned and Ianto ignored him.

 

‘I’m getting chips,’ she replied and Jack continued to smile.

 

‘Well so long as you don’t reward him the same way I do…’

 

Ianto’s head snapped up and she pointed at herself, ‘I’m not that easy!’

 

‘What? And I am?’

 

‘Pretty much Jack,’ Ianto replied, picking up his coat and nodding at her, ‘let’s go Gwen.’

 

She grinned and linked arms with Ianto, sticking her tongue out at Jack, ‘have fun on the phone.’

 

‘I always do – ask Ianto about it at lunch…’

 

 She rolled her eyes as he winked at her and made his way back up to his office.

‘Honestly, you two. Any excuse for innuendo.’

 

‘Says you -’ he retorted indignantly, ‘you’ve got the filthiest mouth out of all of us. And that’s saying something with Jack around.’

 

She grinned feeling oddly proud, she really did.

‘I really do, don’t I?’

She looked up and Ianto swung an arm round her shoulder chuckling lightly and kissing the top of her head.

‘So Jack enjoys the phone?’

 

‘There was this one time at my parents’ house…’