AN: Forget everything you know about Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones. There is no Torchwood, Jack isn't immortal, and he's not Captain Harkness, just Jack. As usual, reviews are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Ianto awoke to the sun shining in through the slight gap between the curtains, and the light breathing of his lover. He inhaled the sweet smell of her perfume, and ran his fingers through her dark hair, fingernails gliding effortlessly through the strawberry scented strands. A few unintelligible sounds fell from her plump lips, before an ever so slight 'Morning' was mumbled.

"Hey. Did you sleep well?"

"As ever. Better if you would stop watching me in the mornings. It's unnerving."

"I can't help it. You're beautiful."

He pulled her into a chaste, close mouthed kiss, savouring the feeling of her lips on his, before she hopped out of bed to get showered.

The sound of the water cascading down the tiled walls of the bathroom caused Ianto to have to raise his voice as he shouted from the kitchen,

"Lisa! Want a coffee?"

"As if you have to ask."

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Jack awoke to a heavy arm across his chest and the smell of sex lingering in the air. He cautiously opened his eyes, scared to see who he'd picked up this time. Luckily the guy was still asleep, so he could take a good look, before making a run for it.

There was nothing special about this one. The messy spikes of brown hair, the pale, but not pasty, skin of his face, and the small lips, opening ever so slight as he breathed in and out to reveal slightly yellowing teeth and cigarette laced breath.

He lifted the arm from his chest, slipping out from the duvet, careful not to dip the mattress too much (a skill of his, due to so many occasions such as this), and located his black cotton boxers on the floor, slipping them up his legs and over his hips. He quickly found the rest of his clothes, getting dressed hurriedly, yet quietly, and slipped through the bedroom door, just as he heard his companion begin to stir.

A sleepy "Jack?" could be heard from the closed door, but Jack was already out on the street, bracing the cool early morning weather and hailing down a taxi.