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[coffee_sir]

Mornings were never Ianto's strong suit. They were valuable; a lot could be down in those early hours, but he never liked the half an hour or so that it took to wake up completely

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[1000_cranes]

Despite having been a waitress for many of her formative years, Charlie was terrible at mornings. If forced out of bed, she could wake up immediately, but getting her out of bed was a definite art. She was aware of Ianto speaking, aware of his lips against her shoulder and the warmth of his body against her back, but she wasn't exactly understanding the individual words yet.

"Hmmmm?"

[coffee_sir]

"Just saying how much I hate you," he said, rather chipper. It wasn't so much the fact that he could lie again as the fact that the island didn't have control over him for the moment. It made him feel lighter and more energized.

[1000_cranes]

That Charlie heard, and she sat up with her hair tousled across one eye and looked down at him.

"What did you say?"

[coffee_sir]

Ianto could only chuckle at her response. "I said a lie," he told her, with a grin, and combed her hair away from her face with his fingers. "About how I hate you. Because I can."