Tosh's breath slipped over Gwen's cheek, the rain came down between them, tickled over Gwen's nose.
"Don't move," Gwen said under her breath, darted her eyes to the left and right.
Something moved behind her, heavy breaths.
Tosh curled her hand into Gwen's windbreaker, the tell-tale sound of fingernails on plastic material. Her eyes, wide, darting, just right there, her breath warm.
"Don't move," Gwen repeated, and like begging when whatever moved behind her brushed past close enough to her heel she felt the movement cold against her wet trousers.
"I can see it," Tosh whispered, and it brushed her lips against Gwen's, the smallest contact. "I can see it behind you."
"Don't move, please."
Gwen's knee was pressed between Tosh's and now when a minute bled into another the warmth of Tosh's body soaked through the layers of wet material, thigh to thigh. Ianto, frozen, stared at them through the SUV window. His breath fogged the glass.
The rain fell in headache patterns, thrumming, and Gwen's legs began to shake from the strain.
"It's still there," Tosh whispered.
The movement was no movement at all, lips brushing just within reach of a touch, out of reach for anything else, rain between them, and Tosh said something, but all Gwen felt were the lips moving against her own, warm, alive. She closed her eyes, and waited, with Tosh's hand pressed between their bodies, back of her knuckles against Gwen's chest, impossibly close.
Then a roar, draft of air.
"It's gone," Tosh mouth, her fingers uncurled. "It's gone."
Ianto propped the SUV door open and they tumbled inside, Gwen on top of Tosh and legs in a tangle, half on the forest floor, and the water soaked into her trousers from there now.
And the kiss, like an afterthought because Tosh's lips were right there and Ianto's fingers in her hair, along her back, checking for bruising or scrapes and Tosh's tongue in her mouth and alive, just alive. Gwen's fingers made that odd sound of hands on plastic when she brought her hand up between them, fumbled at Tosh's windbreaker and Tosh fumbled at hers, nervous laughter, surreality.
Gwen pulled away for a moment, breathing hard and the SUV door was still open behind her. Tosh shrugged, confused but smiling. Ianto brushed Gwen's hair behind her ear, and she leaned down and kissed Tosh again, slipped her hand into the windbreaker, into the warmth, slipped it under the shirt to Tosh's skin. A caress of fingers and thumb.
Tosh's heart was beating in her chest. Strong, right there, and good.
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Torchwood Gwen/Tosh 2 of 2
Date: 2009-05-16 06:06 pm (UTC)"Don't move," Gwen said under her breath, darted her eyes to the left and right.
Something moved behind her, heavy breaths.
Tosh curled her hand into Gwen's windbreaker, the tell-tale sound of fingernails on plastic material. Her eyes, wide, darting, just right there, her breath warm.
"Don't move," Gwen repeated, and like begging when whatever moved behind her brushed past close enough to her heel she felt the movement cold against her wet trousers.
"I can see it," Tosh whispered, and it brushed her lips against Gwen's, the smallest contact. "I can see it behind you."
"Don't move, please."
Gwen's knee was pressed between Tosh's and now when a minute bled into another the warmth of Tosh's body soaked through the layers of wet material, thigh to thigh. Ianto, frozen, stared at them through the SUV window. His breath fogged the glass.
The rain fell in headache patterns, thrumming, and Gwen's legs began to shake from the strain.
"It's still there," Tosh whispered.
The movement was no movement at all, lips brushing just within reach of a touch, out of reach for anything else, rain between them, and Tosh said something, but all Gwen felt were the lips moving against her own, warm, alive. She closed her eyes, and waited, with Tosh's hand pressed between their bodies, back of her knuckles against Gwen's chest, impossibly close.
Then a roar, draft of air.
"It's gone," Tosh mouth, her fingers uncurled. "It's gone."
Ianto propped the SUV door open and they tumbled inside, Gwen on top of Tosh and legs in a tangle, half on the forest floor, and the water soaked into her trousers from there now.
And the kiss, like an afterthought because Tosh's lips were right there and Ianto's fingers in her hair, along her back, checking for bruising or scrapes and Tosh's tongue in her mouth and alive, just alive. Gwen's fingers made that odd sound of hands on plastic when she brought her hand up between them, fumbled at Tosh's windbreaker and Tosh fumbled at hers, nervous laughter, surreality.
Gwen pulled away for a moment, breathing hard and the SUV door was still open behind her. Tosh shrugged, confused but smiling. Ianto brushed Gwen's hair behind her ear, and she leaned down and kissed Tosh again, slipped her hand into the windbreaker, into the warmth, slipped it under the shirt to Tosh's skin. A caress of fingers and thumb.
Tosh's heart was beating in her chest. Strong, right there, and good.