"Why is it that I have to carry our guns while you're only carrying that ridiculously small bag?" Ianto asked, dragging around the big metal box with the hand that wasn't busy pushing his enormous suitcase. He was the kind of guy who packed for every possibility.

"Because I'm the boss," Jack replied, holding the door open for him. "And you packed way too heavy. It's not my fault if your suitcase is taller than you."

"We have no idea how long we're staying. I'm gonna need clothes."

Jack slapped his ass as he walked pass him. "Maybe you don't.

The hotel was really nice. Not too big or too classy, but familiar and comfortable, with that warm small town feel. Ianto thought that must have looked ideal in the winter, with the big fireplace and all the big couches.

While Ianto looked around, Jack had already made his way to the reception desk where he was greeted by a young, pretty brunette. According to her tag, her name was Susan. She welcome them with a smile.

"Hello." Jack had already put on his most charming smile, looking at the girl with his flirty look. Ianto rolled his eyes. "I'm captain Jack Harkness, and this is Ianto Jones. We should have a reservation."

"Sure." She searched in her computer and then handled them two keys. "Here you go, sir. The two best single rooms we have."

Ianto felt a bit stupid for thinking him and Jack would have shared a room. They weren't on vacation. They were there to catch an alien that happened to land in a beautiful beach town. It was work, not a romantic gateway. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Everything about that place was just so romantic.

"I think there must have been a mistake," Jack was saying, looking at the receptionist with those sparkling blue eyes, "I had reservation for one suite, not to singles."

Ianto suddenly felt a very warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Once again, Jack had surprised him.

The girl looked confused for a moment. She looked at Jack, then looked at Ianto, who was blushing, and a sudden light of understanding went through her face with a little "oh" that sounded a bit disappointed. Ianto felt a weird feeling of pride at that.

"I'm sorry, sir. We have no more suites available."

"Do you think you could do me a favor and check again?" Jack asked, leaning closer to her and 'accidentally' brushing her hand. Judging by the girl's face, she was willing to do literally everything he wanted. Ianto couldn't blame her.

"I'll," she stuttered, suddenly flushed, "I'll have to talk to my manager."

Fifteen minutes and a lot of negotiating later, they finally got to their room. It was absolutely perfect. Not exactly a honeymoon suite in Paris, but it was big, with a huge bed that looked incredibly comfortable, a mini bar, a TV, a little couch and two bowl full of chocolates, one on each side of the bed.

"Now, this is more like it." Jack said, throwing himself on the bed.

Ianto put down his suitcases and went to check the bathroom. There was a Jacuzzi! This was heaven.

"Jack, you need to check this out. This is bigger than my apartment!"

"If that's the case," Jack replied from the bedroom, his mouth already full of chocolate, "maybe I should give you a raise."

Ianto got out of the bathroom with a big smile on his face. He noticed there was a little terrace too. He put the curtains away and stepped out. The view was just breathtaking.

The hotel was perched on a cliff, and from up there they could see the entire town, with all the little old white houses, and then the sea, the waves crushing against the beach. The sunrise light was making it even more beautiful.

Jack got up and reached Ianto on the terrace, hugging him from behind, arms around his waist, their faces touching. They both just looked at the scene in front of them for a bit, taking it in.

"This is so beautiful." Ianto was almost whispering, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"It is." Jack replied, kissing his neck. "You know what? I really wanna try out that bed."

"Shouldn't we unpack first?"

Jack had already started working on Ianto's clothes, unbuttoning his pants without him even noticing. He was a master at that.

"Is that really what you'd rather do?" Jack asked as his hands moved under Ianto's shirt, which was also half unbuttoned by now.

"Well, actually I think unpacking can wait." He turned around and kissed Jack. They started walking backwards toward the bed, lips never parting, leaving all their clothes behind, until Jack fell on the bed and Ianto followed on top of him. As it turned out, it really was a very comfortable bed.