"Looks like a beautiful morning," Jack said softly, snuggled right up against Ianto's back, even though they had miles more space than in Jack's glorified army cot.

"Mm-hmm," Ianto concurred succinctly. "No need to bother with a brolly. It'll go from sunny to ripping the thing out of your hand before it's even put up."

Jack rolled his eyes, despite knowing Ianto was right as ever. "Maybe we ought to get out and enjoy it while it lasts, then."

"Bollocks to that. Only thing rarer than a day without rain in Cardiff is a day off for Torchwood. I'm not leaving this room until well after noon. Maybe not then either. And definitely not getting out of bed any time soon."

All at once, Jack's notion of a day spent playing tourists in their own town, doing all the things they never had or took time to enjoy, evaporated. Who wanted to sail a boat around the bay when they could spend the day in bed, probably naked, with Ianto Jones?

An hour later, as predicted, the wind had kicked up and brought in a rain over the bay. Jack and Ianto, however, were curled up beside the window, under a warm wool blanket with fresh coffee. It wasn't as good as Ianto's, of course, but was really rather good for a Nespresso cup.

"You know," Jack said, stretching out, "this is actually pretty perfect. Here I was thinking we could spend the whole day doing all sorts of things – sailing, picnicking, visiting museums, shopping…. Never occurred to me to just do nothing."

"I wouldn't have minded that either, really," Ianto said, "but the forecast called for rain today and I think we've had enough of running through the raindrops."

"Agreed. Guess we'll have to take more holidays!" Jack grinned.