Sporting a deer-in-the-headlights expression, Gwen slowly came toward Tosh, feeling strangely dissociated from her own willpower.
“Unbutton the coat.” There was a definite air of command.
It was then that Gwen noticed the coat was fully buttoned up, brass buttons gleaming enticingly. Tosh’s hair was curling up at the collar, her eyes full of some kind of promise. Or threat. It wasn’t clear. Gwen’s fingers suddenly itched to feel the smooth metal discs. She reached up and undid one button, looking at Tosh, whose mouth settled into a knowing smirk even as her eyes remained watchful. Then a second button. And a third. Tosh’s mouth curved up a bit more at the edges.
All the buttons were undone.
“Go ahead. Open the coat.” Tosh’s eyes darkened; her smile showed a glint of white. “You know you want to.”
Gwen pulled open the coat and gasped slightly. Tosh was naked, her skin gleaming in contrast to the rough texture of the coat. Save for something long and hard and smooth that protruded from the lower part of the coat. Gwen’s eye followed along its length, then looked back up at Tosh questioningly.
In answer, Tosh grabbed her hips and pulled her forward roughly, smashing her mouth against Gwen’s until she gave way and let her tongue slip in. Tosh’s sweet, pretty mouth, smearing ruby red lipstick over Gwen’s naked lips. Gwen felt like she was being pulled into a riptide with her arms bound. She couldn’t do a thing but go along for the ride.
“I told you there were toys,” Tosh murmured against her lips before nipping the lower one with abandon. She pushed her crotch up into Gwen’s and rolled the shaft over it. All of Gwen’s attention was pulled to that hardness thrust up between them, her nipples alert and sensitive, her vagina moist and warm. She clutched at Tosh’s hips, feeling the supple texture of the leather strap as it slid over the other woman’s satiny skin.
She ran her hands up under the coat, Jack’s coat, gliding up over Tosh’s breasts, fingers ghosting her nipples, tweaking them as they tightened. Tosh pushed and shoved at Gwen’s trousers until they fell to her ankles, puddling at the black boots Tosh had admired. The leather of Gwen’s jacket creaked as the two women pawed and groped, Tosh’s mouth suckling Gwen’s nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, Gwen sinking her teeth into the pulse point in Tosh’s lovely neck.
Tosh shoved Gwen, turning her around as they kissed once more, backing Gwen up onto the desk, the hard phallus grinding against her pussy. Her shoulders hit the desk with a thump, but Gwen was unaware of any discomfort, as she greedily lifted her legs up under the coat to wrap them around Tosh’s back. Tosh sank the thick member into her, pushing it up into her clit, and smiling in satisfaction at Gwen’s cry of pleasure.
***
Jack took the stairs two at a time and bounded into his office. Stopping for a moment to enjoy the tempting tableau of the two women blissed out and unaware on the desk, he ran over to a shelf, grabbed a device and pushed a few buttons. Lights flashed briefly.
He shrugged off the leather jacket he’d worn as camouflage to investigate a possible trade in alien hardware at a leather night at a local club. He wasn’t surprised Tosh had found the device. He also knew Gwen was on her way back to the Hub. But he’d missed the whole damn show.
The two women were stirring, the mass of dark hair differentiating into two heads. Gwen was clearly embarrassed. Tosh looked befuddled, but was coming back to herself. She wrapped herself tightly in the coat once she realized her state and the thing that was jutting out from her crotch. Gwen hurriedly pulled up her trousers, not without a last wistful glance at the bulge at Tosh’s groin.
Jack stood leaning against the shelf, quite amused with the situation. “Kerakullian mind shifter. Emits synthetic hormones designed to emulate the last person who held it. I don’t suppose you ladies would care for a repeat, would you?”
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Re: Torchwood, Clothes Make the Woman, Tosh/Gwen (part 2)
Date: 2009-05-17 12:19 pm (UTC)“Unbutton the coat.” There was a definite air of command.
It was then that Gwen noticed the coat was fully buttoned up, brass buttons gleaming enticingly. Tosh’s hair was curling up at the collar, her eyes full of some kind of promise. Or threat. It wasn’t clear. Gwen’s fingers suddenly itched to feel the smooth metal discs. She reached up and undid one button, looking at Tosh, whose mouth settled into a knowing smirk even as her eyes remained watchful. Then a second button. And a third. Tosh’s mouth curved up a bit more at the edges.
All the buttons were undone.
“Go ahead. Open the coat.” Tosh’s eyes darkened; her smile showed a glint of white. “You know you want to.”
Gwen pulled open the coat and gasped slightly. Tosh was naked, her skin gleaming in contrast to the rough texture of the coat. Save for something long and hard and smooth that protruded from the lower part of the coat. Gwen’s eye followed along its length, then looked back up at Tosh questioningly.
In answer, Tosh grabbed her hips and pulled her forward roughly, smashing her mouth against Gwen’s until she gave way and let her tongue slip in. Tosh’s sweet, pretty mouth, smearing ruby red lipstick over Gwen’s naked lips. Gwen felt like she was being pulled into a riptide with her arms bound. She couldn’t do a thing but go along for the ride.
“I told you there were toys,” Tosh murmured against her lips before nipping the lower one with abandon. She pushed her crotch up into Gwen’s and rolled the shaft over it. All of Gwen’s attention was pulled to that hardness thrust up between them, her nipples alert and sensitive, her vagina moist and warm. She clutched at Tosh’s hips, feeling the supple texture of the leather strap as it slid over the other woman’s satiny skin.
She ran her hands up under the coat, Jack’s coat, gliding up over Tosh’s breasts, fingers ghosting her nipples, tweaking them as they tightened. Tosh pushed and shoved at Gwen’s trousers until they fell to her ankles, puddling at the black boots Tosh had admired. The leather of Gwen’s jacket creaked as the two women pawed and groped, Tosh’s mouth suckling Gwen’s nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, Gwen sinking her teeth into the pulse point in Tosh’s lovely neck.
Tosh shoved Gwen, turning her around as they kissed once more, backing Gwen up onto the desk, the hard phallus grinding against her pussy. Her shoulders hit the desk with a thump, but Gwen was unaware of any discomfort, as she greedily lifted her legs up under the coat to wrap them around Tosh’s back. Tosh sank the thick member into her, pushing it up into her clit, and smiling in satisfaction at Gwen’s cry of pleasure.
***
Jack took the stairs two at a time and bounded into his office. Stopping for a moment to enjoy the tempting tableau of the two women blissed out and unaware on the desk, he ran over to a shelf, grabbed a device and pushed a few buttons. Lights flashed briefly.
He shrugged off the leather jacket he’d worn as camouflage to investigate a possible trade in alien hardware at a leather night at a local club. He wasn’t surprised Tosh had found the device. He also knew Gwen was on her way back to the Hub. But he’d missed the whole damn show.
The two women were stirring, the mass of dark hair differentiating into two heads. Gwen was clearly embarrassed. Tosh looked befuddled, but was coming back to herself. She wrapped herself tightly in the coat once she realized her state and the thing that was jutting out from her crotch. Gwen hurriedly pulled up her trousers, not without a last wistful glance at the bulge at Tosh’s groin.
Jack stood leaning against the shelf, quite amused with the situation. “Kerakullian mind shifter. Emits synthetic hormones designed to emulate the last person who held it. I don’t suppose you ladies would care for a repeat, would you?”