A/N : I know I'm in the middle of another fic right now - & yes I'm getting there – but this popped into my head last night & I just had to write it down 

Gwen was laying on her lounge enjoying a peaceful night in – no work and no Rhys; he'd asked if she wanted to come to the rugby match with him and Dav, but it'd been so long since she had the place to herself.

Shit! Who the bloody hell is that!? "I'm coming," she yelled as the knock at the door came again.

"What are you doing here?" she asked a little stunned by her unexpected visitor.

Jack raised his eyebrows. "Very nice," he observed. "Do you treat all your visitors that way?"

Gwen smiled and stepped back out of the doorway. "Sorry, but what are you doing here?"

He shrugged as he closed the door behind him and followed Gwen into the living room. "It's pretty quiet tonight...I was out for a walk...ended up here..."

Gwen nodded as she leant back against the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Jack stopped then and looked at her. "What are you wearing?"

She looked down at herself seeing her hot pink tank top and hot pink pj bottoms with the big bright multi-colour spots on them. "Well I don't expect you've ever worn any yourself Jack," she replied seriously. "But they're called pyjamas. People...normal people...wear them to bed?"

"Hey!" he protested. "I had pyjamas...once...when I was about ten I think."

Gwen smiled as she thought of a ten year old Jack in football pyjamas.

"And besides," he added. "I was actually referring to the pattern...we could play twister on those!"

She laughed out loud then. "Right hand green..."

Jack raised his eyebrows a rakish grin forming.

"What!?" she asked eyeing him suspiciously.

He let his eyes drop.

Gwen followed his line of sight. Oh fuck! she moaned inwardly as she only just now noticed the large bright green spot that happened to be oh so inconveniently located right in the middle of her crotch! Good one Gwen!