I present a drabble. A quiet moment between Jack and Ianto, for
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Ianto stirred against the warm body spooning his own, drifting awake in the grey predawn light. Feeling the soft, regular breathing against his neck, he turned over slowly, carefully, and looked at the peaceful face of the man whose arms he was wrapped in.
Ianto knew what a rare privilege it was to see his companion asleep, so he remained still, watching Jack, his head propped on one arm.
“Morning,” Ianto said, leaning down to kiss the pliant lips tenderly as Jack stirred.
Jack deepened the kiss, allowing Ianto to press him into the mattress, finally content with his life
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