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Jack Harkness smiled softly as he watched his young lover sleep;
watching Ianto was fast becoming one of Jacks favorite hobbies.
Ianto shifted in his sleep, squeezing himself closer into Jack's hot body,
away from to cold concrete wall beside the small bed.
"Dim, peidiwch â lladd bod arth Panda!" he mutters into Jack's chest, Jack could feel Ianto's warm breath on his naked skin, and chuckled quietly. He might not have be able to speak Welsh very well but he could understand it. He was also used to having bazaar conversations with a sleeping Ianto, it would range from how to get Janet into a dress to whether or not there are parallel world's where another pair of Jack and Ianto's were doing the same thing.
"which one, Yan?" Jack whispered to his lover, his lips brushing the pale, soft skin on his forehead.
"Mae'r Melyn un"
"why don't you want it hurt?"
"mae'n gwybod y ffordd i Narina" Ianto answered with a child like innocents, but Jack got the impression that had Ianto been awake