Easier said than done, he thinks, considering the multitude of layers between himself and his goal. Instead of deal with the immediate fabric, he opts for another kiss, another brief exploration of her mouth and another slight groan against her lips.

Under her skirt his hand twists against her thigh, moving north, up towards underwear, about to attempt to tackle it when...

A subtle bleeping starts and a vibration in Jack's trouser pocket. His phone. The kiss stalls and he pauses as though he's caught in the headlights. If he's getting a call then it's important and he should take it. So he pulls back a little and withdraws it from his pocket. The name flashing on the screen puts his stomach in his mouth. 'Ianto'.

He looks up at Mina, full of apology. "I've got to..."

And he answers the phone. "Ianto. Yeah?"