"So, this thing we're doing," he said as they pulled out and away from the wash, clothing replaced, sitting side by side, buckled up, back windows down to air out the smell. If there was an odour, Jack would say something about it, and then they'd have to deny it, and Tosh would make moon eyes at them, and Ianto would hose the interior down in industrial air freshener, and Jesus, what a bother all that would be.
Suzie glanced away from him, out the window, her fingernails in her mouth. How there even were fingernails to bite anymore was beyond him. "What thing?"
He rolled his eyes. "This thing in which we find excuses to shag in the SUV. I can't keep offering to wash and detail the car."
Suzie shrugged and settled further back into her seat. "Then don't."
Owen watched her as they made their way back to the Hub, furtive glances that she had to know that he was doing. He was more bloody obvious than some teenaged girl, for god's sake. Not, in, well, in a romantic way, but fuck, Suzie was hot and cold. One minute shed got her fingers in his arse, and the next she was dousing him with a fire extinguisher. Not metaphorically speaking, of course.
"Torchwood has other cars," Suzie told him, her mouth quirking in a grin when she turned away from the window, one of her bitten down hands reaching for his on the gear shift. "We never use them. I'm sure they're all filthy."
Owen laughed, but it wasn't very confident; not even he was fooled.
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Owen/Suzie, SUV, Part 2
Date: 2009-05-16 08:05 pm (UTC)Suzie glanced away from him, out the window, her fingernails in her mouth. How there even were fingernails to bite anymore was beyond him. "What thing?"
He rolled his eyes. "This thing in which we find excuses to shag in the SUV. I can't keep offering to wash and detail the car."
Suzie shrugged and settled further back into her seat. "Then don't."
Owen watched her as they made their way back to the Hub, furtive glances that she had to know that he was doing. He was more bloody obvious than some teenaged girl, for god's sake. Not, in, well, in a romantic way, but fuck, Suzie was hot and cold. One minute shed got her fingers in his arse, and the next she was dousing him with a fire extinguisher. Not metaphorically speaking, of course.
"Torchwood has other cars," Suzie told him, her mouth quirking in a grin when she turned away from the window, one of her bitten down hands reaching for his on the gear shift. "We never use them. I'm sure they're all filthy."
Owen laughed, but it wasn't very confident; not even he was fooled.
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