Ianto stretched his hands over his head and watched as Jack got unsteadily to his feet. Neither of them had managed to get fully undressed; Ianto was still (nearly) in possession of his shirt and tie, Jack had on one sock and his undershirt. It seemed that staring at Jack across a dinner table made Ianto hungry. And not for food.

"Sorry," Jack grinned sheepishly. "I really intended our first real date to be more romantic."

Ianto looked around at the plushly furnished hotel room, the four poster bed, the small table still strewn with the remnants of their meal, the single candle in the middle of the table still flickering.

"Well, at least you were true to your word," he acknowledged.

Jack looked bemused.

Ianto shrugged, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably. "It's not an office." he stated happily.

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