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Title: Another Day
Author: 51stcenturyfox
Pairing(s): Tosh/Jack, Owen 
Rating: R
Warnings: An alien toy made them do it.  Yeah, I know. Bloody Torchwood.
A/N: From the January porn battle. I just realized I didn't repost this anywhere, and I'll lose it if I don't!  :D 

"It's oozing some sort of substance," Tosh called out. She brought the side of her hand to her face and gave it an experimental sniff. "Blue. Viscous. Odourless."

"Blue? Toshiko..." Jack gasped, catching up with her. He bent, hands on knees, to have a closer look. "Don't get it on-"

"No worries; there's no reaction from the bioscanner. No known toxic elements or radiation." Tosh raised her hand. "It's harmless, I think. My skin hasn't rotted off, anyway."

"Oi! You say that like it's a bad thing," Owen retorted and Jack rolled his eyes at him. "Happens to everyone eventually. Usually they're not conscious during the decomposition process, but..." he stopped when Tosh shot him a sympathetic look. "Anyway. If this is all we drove all the way out here to get, let's bung the drippy fucker back to the Hub. I'd say I'm knackered, but, you know. I can analyse the samples." He turned back to the SUV to pick out an evidence bag.

Tosh nodded and looked for something to use to wipe the warm goo off of her hand. She settled for a patch of grass nearby and stood. But "vertical" didn't last long. She watched as the world narrowed to a pinpoint of light and colour and Jack's concerned expression was the last thing she saw before it all... blinked... out.

When she came to, she was in the backseat of the SUV. And she was burning up. Particularly, well, oh god.

"Toshiko? Can you hear me?" Jack asked, grasping her hand.

"Yes. Yes, Jack. 'Course I can," Tosh managed, panting. "So...hot."

Jack nodded. "It's the device. I've seen these before. It's not technically, well, lethal."

That was good to know, Tosh thought, watching Jack's lips move, she licked her own. "It didn't affect my senses. Just... heightened some of them."

Jack swallowed. "Tosh, the item you picked up. It's sort of -- it's what a 1950's anatomy manual would call a 'marital aid'."

"And what I'd call the kind of sex toy I could have used in med school," Owen muttered, hands grasping the wheel, he took a corner fast.

"Thing is," Jack continued, brushing a damp tendril of hair from Tosh's brow, "whomever touches it has a a very strong urge to-"

"Fuck!" Owen hit the horn and cursed at the driver who'd pulled in in front of them on the highway and hit his brakes hard, as Jack gripped Tosh's waist to keep her from sliding off the seat.

"Well, yeah. It's a 48th century version of couples counselling. See, you open the box, and pull out the device, and you've got to have sex with someone ELSE to get relief. In the last half of the 48th, people in certain systems retreated into solitary pursuits - sort of what you'd think of as holodeck gaming. The birth rate went way down, and-"

"Jack," Tosh gasped, "Normally I love your history lessons, but-"

"Point is, the effects can last for hours and only um, the presence of ejaculate-"

"Do it," she ordered, grasping Jack by his front beltloops with both hands. "Do it now. We can retcon ourselves-" she muttered, working his buckle, "-later."

"Only if you want to," Jack said, stroking the knuckles on both of her hands. "If you need me to, I will."

Tosh nodded with a barely-audible whimper.

"Oh, joy. Retcon doesn't work on me anymore," Owen retorted, pulling the SUV to a stop near an abandoned farmhouse. "So unfortunately, this little scenario'll be burned into my memory forever."

"Don't look then, Owen," Jack said through gritted teeth.

"I won't. Jesus. This is worse than watching you lot eat a fucking pizza." Owen opened the SUV door and stepped out. "I'm going for a ramble. A little drizzle won't kill me."

"Rimshot," Tosh managed, before Owen slammed the door. She looked up at Jack, and bucked her hips when he moved his hands to her bared knees. "I'm on the pill, it's fine."

"I've checked out, healthwise," Jack assured her.

"Yeah, okay, I'm sure. Whatever," Tosh breathed, ruching up the fabric of her skirt and kicking a shoe between the front two seats. It hit the windshield with a clunk. "Just fuck me. Now."

"I love it when you give orders." He pulled the back of her hand down against the woolen front of his trousers. "Everything changes. Gotta be ready," He flashed her a patented smile, but Tosh couldn't help but think he looked a tad... nervous. She turned her hand and gripped at him through the material.

Hard, Tosh thought haphazardly, even as she realised Jack was trying to make light of the situation. Hard good. "Shut up," she warned, and Jack's mouth found her collarbone as he worked his button and zip. Their fingers fumbled together at the top band of her knickers and he pulled them down and off. Tosh twisted and pushed Jack's shoulders against the seat back, then climbed atop him and sank down. "Sorry about the lack of..." she sank down, "foreplay. Oh yeah. That's... that feels...perfect."

As she began to move, Jack's hands encircled her waist and he slid them up under her lilac blouse, stroking warmed flesh, then around to the front. His thumbs wandered over a wash of lace, found her nipples and brushed them as she dropped her head back.

Tosh sped up, breathing hard, and pushed Jack backward with her palms, tearing a moan from deep in his throat as she clenched her muscles around his cock. Her fingers wrapped round his braces at the shoulders, nails digging into the light blue fabric of his shirt, as his hips met hers in a messy rhythm and she came hard and silently, with a deep, relieved shudder. Jack followed, thrusting hard as his hands moved down to tighten at her hips. Tosh collapsed forward onto his chest and nuzzled at Jack's neck.

"Thanks," Tosh whispered. "Most satisfying quickie ever. You know what? I'm skipping the retcon."

"Glad you're not angry with-" Jack met her gaze. "May I?" he asked running a finger along her bottom lip, and waited for her nod of assent before leaning in for a long, deep, kiss. Tosh barely registered the chirp of the SUV's automatic lock and Owen's slam of the door after he sat behind the wheel again.

"Why don't you take her out for a drink now that you've run a whole date in reverse?" Owen offered. "By the way, you left your comms on."

"Not a date," Tosh pointed out. "This was an... antidote."  She eyed Jack. "Right?"

Jack winked at her. "Well, I could use dinner. Dinner?"

"Oh! The place with the chilli cheese jacket potatoes!" Tosh swung a leg over Jack's and lifted to pull down her skirt.  "Owen," she ventured sweetly, "Would you mind passing me my shoe?"

"Just another day at Torchwood," Owen said, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror. He offered her a patent leather court shoe along with a wry smile as Jack finished zipping his trousers, and when Jack clasped her hand in his and circled his thumb over the curve of her fingers, she smiled back.

"Yep. Just another day."

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Date: 2010-06-03 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dremiel.livejournal.com
Wow! I must have missed this back then. Very hot and honestly kind of sweet. And Owen is spot on!

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Date: 2010-06-03 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you! I was going for sweet, actually. XD

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] witchway.livejournal.com
Sweet it was.

; )

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Date: 2010-06-03 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owensheart.livejournal.com
Oh this was HOT in deed! and YOu got ownd down perfectly!

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Date: 2010-06-03 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
That's great to hear! Thank you!

Too bad Owen couldn't take part. If it had been a few months earlier...!

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Date: 2010-06-03 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] witchway.livejournal.com
: )

FIRST -- "Proud Member of Torchwood" icon ROCKS!

SECOND -- yes, Owen is perfect, which is to say, someone please punch him in the face. Unless he's really REALLY trying to hid something, like a deep longing for one of the two enjoying each other in the back seat.

THIRD -- *WOW* that was an awesome quicky all around! (Owen could have enjoyed too, if he wasn't so busy complaining, actually, maybe he DID enjoy) Jack was such a gentleman, and I'm so happy Tosh ended the episode smiling.

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Date: 2010-06-04 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thanks! Oh, Owen!

Me too... Tosh deserves smiles. :)

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] witchway.livejournal.com
OK, I've decided that Owen is *trying* to hide a deep longing for BOTH parties in the back seat, and is hating Jack for not letting him take care of beautiful Tosh, and hating Tosh for not suggesting a threesome with beautiful Jack.

But more importantly, I think that was the sweetest kiss ever. I *love* Sweetheart!Jack.

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Date: 2010-06-03 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neifile7.livejournal.com

Lovely and hot -- adore the balance between Tosh's urgency, Jack's brand of compassionating, and Owen's grousing: This is worse than watching you lot eat a fucking pizza.

Also, as you know, I have a thing about Owen and public sex, both when he gets to take part and when he doesn't. ;) Thanks for the daily fix.

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Date: 2010-06-04 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you, BB. I don't think I would have enjoyed this story without Owen grumbling and grousing, true.


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Date: 2010-06-03 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beesandbrews.livejournal.com
Quite a lot packed in a small space. Well done!

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Date: 2010-06-04 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you very much, Bs&Bs. :)

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Date: 2010-06-03 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auctorial.livejournal.com
Hee, this fic is so much fun! LOL Owen. Bossy Tosh, omg. <3

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Date: 2010-06-04 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
I'd be bossy too, if I'd touched the... the blue stuff!

It has terrible effects. :D

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Date: 2010-06-03 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladymerri.livejournal.com
Okay, I remember reading this before, loved it then and love it now! Jack is so accomodating, isn't he? And Owen is perfect here. And I have found a real fondness for Tosh lately, so this was a good time for reading this again. :)

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Date: 2010-06-04 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Jack is a gentleman! I always love Tosh, and, well, poor Owen with his useless parts...


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Date: 2010-06-03 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wiredblowfish.livejournal.com
I love Jack so much in this. So helpful and accomodating;) This is better on a second read,too. I love little things like referring to Jack's patent smile and the cool description of the marital aid and it's history, the description of Tosh losing consciousness.


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Date: 2010-06-04 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Well, Jack's encountered this before, but he's very careful to get consent, which I think is important in AMTDI stories, on some level (unless you warn for dub/non-con).

It's such a fun trope!

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Date: 2010-06-04 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorh.livejournal.com
"Thing is," Jack continued, brushing a damp tendril of hair from Tosh's brow, "whomever touches it has a a very strong urge to-"

"Fuck!" Owen hit the horn and cursed at the driver who'd pulled in in front of them on the highway and hit his brakes hard, as Jack gripped Tosh's waist to keep her from sliding off the seat.

This here nearly made me laugh out loud at work. Love it! You've got everyone down perfect, especially poor Zombie!Owen. I have a soft spot for any Jack/Tosh interaction, whether it's friendship or something more. And I'm glad they skipped the retcon.

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
That's my favorite bit, so I'm so glad you found that funny! :D

Me too, on the retcon. I think they'd pass on it. I would!

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thrace-adams.livejournal.com
OH I remember this, this was good :)

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thanks, Thrace! :D

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Date: 2010-06-04 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spoggly.livejournal.com
this is sexy but mostly really sweet! i love how you wrote believable and non-skeevy tosh/jack!

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
If there's going to be a guy there to take care of your alien-related sexual needs, who better, really? :D

Thank you, spoggly.

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Date: 2010-06-04 11:03 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-06-04 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com
Thank you much! :-)

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Date: 2010-06-05 07:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] topgeargirl2.livejournal.com
I actually remember this story upon re-reading it and I still enjoyed it.

Great Job!

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Date: 2010-06-07 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ebineez01.livejournal.com
I read this the first time, but reread & had to recomment - just lovely ;)
(& very very hot)

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Date: 2010-06-08 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redpearl-cao.livejournal.com
Great Tosh, she should be demanding more often.