Ianto had taken refuge in Jack’s bunker, hiding his blushes.
“Sorry about that,” Jack apologised. “Maybe I should’ve had a blanket available for when you changed back.”
“You think?” Ianto pulled on the robe Jack held out to him.
“In my defence, you were dressed when you turned into a cat.” Jack wrapped his arms comfortingly around Ianto. “I sort of assumed your clothes would come back too.”
“You assumed wrong.” Ianto leant against Jack, who was rubbing the back of his neck. “That feels good.”
“I gathered that. Are you purring?”
“Say one word to anyone and you’re dead!”
TBC in ‘Just Desserts’