From the shelter of the tourist office, Ianto stared out through pouring rain, watching a storm over the bay. Thunder boomed, forked lightning flashed and he relished the raw splendour of the scene playing out overhead. The howling wind drove waves before it and his heart beat faster at the sight. He’d always loved storms, even knowing the damage they could cause.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a chin rested on his shoulder.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Storms always make me feel more alive,” murmured Ianto, leaning back against Jack’s chest.
“You make me feel alive,” Jack whispered.