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Comment Porn Battle Post AMTDI/SUV Sex/Solo Sex

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Hey, it's party time! Everybody's welcome to kick in some porn!

Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!

You can combine or choose one.

1. This should relate to TW or Doctor Who in some way. Crossovers are fine! The SUV counts as a character.
2. It should fit in the comment box. (That's about 500 words, max.) Please put the fandom and pairing in the subject line.
Example: Torchwood Jack/Tosh
3. If you wish to write something longer, just add a summary or snippet and link to your LJ, or reply to your first comment with extra porn.
4. WIP snippets are fine, but the story shouldn't be published earlier - the Battles are for new sexy things. :)
5. Anon commenting is turned on with screening, in case you prefer to be anonymous.
6. Any ship-war sniping/negativity will be deleted.

Give posters a chance to edit, etc. before replying to a porn post, please. You know how that ruddy preview thing works (badly).

Any issues/queries- just message Andreth or Foxy. Chat/Discussion thread here. Soundtrack by

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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.

This is nice! I love the atmosphere, and the way it builds. And this was great:

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.

Thanks! :)

The rain fell in headache patterns, thrumming, and Gwen's legs began to shake from the strain.

Really loved all of this, but your descriptions are especially tasty!

Lovely and subtle, yet very sexy.

Thank you. I'm glad it was sexy, sorry there was not more porn. ;)

Very nice! I wouldn't worry about the lack of pr0n; you hit exactly the right note. And I love the last line.

I really like the accidental sensuality, touching, lips touching, body warmth, Ianto seeing. It wasn't porn, but it was really erotic. Sometimes the suggestion of what may be is even sexier!

Beautiful!

Oh god, that was so lovely and visceral.

Oh, that's so sweet. I love the last line, about the heart. Beautiful stuff.

That's really lovely. Nice job.

Very nicely done. The tension, the rain, the movement and lack of movement, the barely there kiss. And Ianto's hand on Gwen's back as she kisses Tosh? Erotic and lovely and hot.

Well, you and foxy let the cat out of the bag, but yes, this is recognizable as you! Although look at you, writing about Tosh and Gwen this time! :) For such a brief piece, you really got a handle on the two of them. And what an interesting scenario!
I like all the little details here: the sound of the fingernails, the pattern of the rain, Ianto brushing Gwen's hair behind her ear.
(Oh, and in case you were wondering, this is the line that really stands out as being written by you: The steady patter of the rain on windbreaker hoods beat out a headache now, and the water still slid in just at the side and drenched the neckline of the shirt. Then I went and looked back at your post and sure enough, that's the line that stood out to sang, too. I've picked out

misswinterhill's stuff from anonymous postings, too, but I don't think I could recognize other people's stuff. Maybe vera's as well. The three of you have very distinctive themes and styles.)

Yeah. And sang listed all the reasons why that particular line stood out, mostly to me it stands out that it fails at consistent tense there, but the part she noticed was

a) interaction of inanimate objects (rain on windbreaker hoods)
b) turns of phrase (on windbreaker hoods beats out a headache now)
c) use of the definite article when it could/should be a personal pronoun (drenched the neckline of the shirt)

The latter is a bit of a weakness since it creates distance to the character when I don't necessarily want to induce distance, and it's something I'm generally more conscious of these days when writing because sang pointed it out often enough in beta but it obviously still slips in. LOL

But hey, thanks, Gwen is certainly not someone who naturally comes to mind for me to write, so am glad it worked for you.

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