Fic: "Under No Circumstances" John Hart/Gwen Cooper (NC-17)

[51stcenturyfox]

Title: Under No Circumstances
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: John Hart/Gwen Cooper
Length: 1,560
Rating: NC-17 for sex and language
Warning: Slight dub-con
Summary: What if John had subdued Gwen with something other than paralysing lip gloss?
A/N: Alternate shipping container search scene in Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang. So, not canon.



It had been a hell of a day, Gwen thought.

That bloody... blowfish. Their fearless leader had come back. Captain John Hart had turned up with a possibly cockamamie story about radioactive bomb canisters. And she'd shared her engagement news with Jack, which had been... awkward. Gwen was exhausted, yet there she was searching a container facility with some bloke Jack had apparently spent five years with in some sort of wedded bliss - or not. Definitely a hell of a day.

"Just some... idiot I work with, that's all," Gwen said and then concluded her conversation with Rhys and slipped her mobile back into her pocket.

Captain John Hart was an idiot. But she'd told Jack she would flirt a bit, try to find out what John was really up to.

"So this woman..." Gwen prodded Hart for details.

"Can we not talk about this?" he asked, exasperated.

This was going well.

"Sorry." Of course, she wasn't sorry. But what Gwen really wanted to know were facts. Solid facts. About Jack. Since Hart probably- no, make that undeniably - knew more about her boss than she did.

"You've known Jack for a long time, hmm?"

"And I'm definitely not talking about that. But I'm surprised he hasn't already told you about his past. At one time, he wouldn't have shut up about it."

"You seem like the sort who doesn't shut up," Gwen retorted

Hart laughed and checked another door. "Guilty."

"So... why did this woman have cluster bombs again?"

He laughed again, his voice a low rumble.

"Beautiful, you're clearly fishing for information. Is that what... Jack... told you to do?"

"No. Just making conversation while we poke through 300 oversized garden sheds in the dark."

"Right. Tell you what... you give me information and I'll give you information. Fair swap."

"What's the point? You'd just lie," Gwen said.

"No I wouldn't, actually. I honour swaps. Wouldn't rip you off."

Gwen pointed her torch at his face and fixed him with a doubtful glare.

Hart continued."You ask first."

"Okay. The cluster bombs?"

"She was keeping something dangerous out of the wrong hands. Noble aim, really." He flipped his torch to aim at another set of doors. "My turn to ask."

"Go on," Gwen said.

"Who's he shagging?"

"What?"

"Your captain. Which of you are playing pin-the-tail on the team leader? I'd have thought it'd be you. Then the eye candy in the suit, then the clever one. Maybe all of you, all at once, or taking tur-"

"Why do you want to know?"

"See, you don't understand how this works, do you? You answer me and then you get another question," he stopped to slam another door. "Oh, wait... " he paused. "You're touchy because it's not you he's shagging, is that it?"

Gwen lowered her gun. "Not at all."

"You wonder if maybe there's something wrong with you. Maybe there is. Your captain will fuck anybody and anything... even aliens... but not you," Hart laughed. "That's it!"

"Shut up. I'm not interested in Jack," Gwen said, her voice sharp. "I have a fiance."

"I'm sure you'll be very happy together, even though what you really want is to shag your boss."

"Shut it."

"It's alright, Gorgeous. Everybody wants Jack. It's always been like that. I know why he won't, with you, though."

Gwen peered into another shipping container, but was silent. She slammed the door a bit harder than strictly necessary before Hart spoke up again.

"Are you going to answer my question? Clearly not, so I'll just guess-"

"It's Ianto," Gwen revealed.

"Eye candy! What do I win? Oh, right, ask me a question now. Why Jack won't shag you? That one?"

"Were you really in love with that woman, with the bombs?" Gwen asked.

"No. My turn. I'm tired of playing truth. I want to give you a dare."

"That's not the same game, is it, Captain Hart?"

"I'm flexible. Don't be such a killjoy. Come on, do one thing I dare you to do and you dare me. I'll do anything you think of. Or you can ask me anything you like. About the canisters, about your ...captain. Anything."

"Fine."

"Kiss me."

"Absolutely not," Gwen stated, as Jack's words in the conference room rang in her ears: "Under no circumstances let him kiss you."

"Come on, why not? You're engaged, not married. Or dead. It's innocent fun, right? Oh. Don't tell me. You haven't even kissed J-"

"I'm not snogging you, Princess Leia. No way."

Hart barked out a laugh, then pushed Gwen up against one of the metal container doors, his lips a fraction of a centimetre from hers. His hands slid down her wrists and quickly disarmed her. Gwen heard her handgun clatter hard  to the pavement, followed by the torch. Hart pulled her forward with both hands, opened one of the containers and pushed her to the dusty floor inside.

Gwen silently cursed herself for dropping her guard. She rained blows on his shoulders until he could capture her wrists again, this time with just one hand. She attempted to squirm and kick, but he wrapped his legs around her own.

"Get OFF me!" she yelled.

"Shhh, Beautiful. I won't hurt you."

The struggle continued, but out of breath and unable to escape, Gwen finally gave up and lay prone and panting beneath him.

Hart's free hand slid to the edge of her t-shirt, which had ridden up to expose her stomach. He ran a fingertip lightly against the strip of skin.

"Don't touch me," she warned, through gritted teeth.

"Stop me, then."

"You know I can't. You've won. Let me go."

"Can't or don't want to?" His eyes fixed on hers in the semi-dark as his fingers slid to play slowly over her ribcage, then roamed delicately over the silken surface of her bra. He sucked in a breath.

"Oh hello. That's lovely... and it's not cold in here at all, is it, Gwen? Plus, you've just had a bit of a tussle to warm you up. Fighting always warms me up, if you know what I mean."

Gwen shuddered despite, well everything. Feels so good, so damned good, she thought.

And Hart's scent. He had the same heady aroma as... Jack. This close, John Hart smelled like something... indefinably fabulous. Like pure undistilled arousal. Impossibly, she found her body responding to his touch, the feel of his erection pressing hard against her as his thighs tightened around hers in a scissor lock.

"When was the last time somebody besides your darling fiance wanted you this much?" Hart purred.

No-one else will have me. "Damn you."

"I'm already there, love."

He continued:"This is much, much better than my original dare, isn't it. You like this?"  His hand smoothed down her side and to the front of her jeans. He unfastened the top button and whispered in her ear.

"Oh he's playing hero now, but I know him. He's waiting for something and when he gets it, he'll be gone. He'll leave his little band of Bikini Cops on this wretched ball of dirt and head for brighter galaxies, dear Gwen."

"He's already left, Jack has. And he's come back," Gwen hissed in return.

Hart tugged at her zip.

"Don't," she moaned. This. Here. With... this was ill-advised. Very.

"You know, that does not sound at all convincing." Hart said. "Tell you what. You have ten seconds to tell me to stop again, and I will.  Promise. Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

He slowly slid his hand inside her jeans, curling it around her. Gwen gasped.

"...six, five, four...oh Goddess," Hart murmured, his right hand tightening around her wrists. "You're drenched."

Gwen realised that Hart had rolled off her lower body at some point and she could move her legs, maybe. She could...

The heel of one boot scraped loudly along the floor just as his teeth found her earlobe and a questing finger found its target and stroked. He let go of her wrists, suddenly, and she gripped his shoulders.

Gwen moaned again. "You. Don't stop. What are you... doing to me?"

"Nothing you don't want or need, am I? Come on, come," he whispered as his fingers worked. "I dare you."

And she did.




"I'll answer your question now. The question you didn't ask but you're dying to. Why Jack looks at you that way, yet still won't throw you down and shag you sideways?"

Gwen was silent.

"Here's your answer. It's not you, it's him. It's because he knows what would happen. If he ever fucks you, Gwen Cooper, he'll ruin you for anybody else. For the rest of your life. I should know."

He laughed and continued in a harsh whisper:

"You really ought to thank him."

The last thing she thought of before he snapped a capsule in front of her nose and she inhaled something with a sharp chemical tang, were Jack's words:

"There's the tiniest one-percent chance he's breaking a habit of a lifetime, and telling the truth."

Gwen awoke to the distant sound of a ringing mobile and the clatter of metal doors. She twisted to get up and felt a bolt of pain shoot up her arms at the movement. She was handcuffed to a pipe. Fantastic, this was.

Gwen banged her boot against a nearby wall and shouted.

"You let him kiss you, didn't you?" Toshiko asked her, after they'd removed the cuffs and Owen pulled her to her feet. In a bizarrely thoughtful gesture, Hart had done up her zip.

"No," Gwen said quietly as she brushed the dust from her legs. And she hadn't.


She guessed she'd done something right today.






part II is here
More John Hart here  Jack/Gwen? here

Comments

[topgeargirl2.livejournal.com]

Very good

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

Thank you!