Ianto sighed contentedly. Nothing beat a roaring fire on a bitterly cold day. While howling winds drove sheets of rain against the windows, he and Jack were snug and warm, basking in the flickering glow of the flames, soft music playing in the background.
Leaning back against Jack’s chest, a thought occurred to Ianto.
“You know what would make this even better?”
“Both of us being naked?”
Tilting his head back, Ianto peered at his lover.
“Actually I was thinking about hot buttered toast, cooked over the fire.”
“Toast is good. Can we be naked after?”
“I’ll consider it.”