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Yes, three themes this weekend: Aliens Made Them Do it, Sex in the Torchwood SUV and Solo Sexing!
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Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part One
Date: 2009-05-16 02:49 pm (UTC)1. Watch her on CCTV as she prowls around Roald Dahl Plass until she thinks up a con to get inside;
2. Play along with her ruse as she gapes stunned at the palace under the pavement;
3. Act preoccupied when she shrieks at the realization that the giant flying thing inside the Hub is a pterodactyl;
4. Feign humility as she can’t decide what is more captivating Torchwood’s fantastic technology or his very own charisma--so great it can be seen from space.
5. Introduce her to whatever is the most bizarre, living, breathing evidence of life on other planets pacing in one of their basement cells and wait for her reaction.
6. Take her out for a drink to help her defuse from the shock of it all, retcon her, and then the part he likes least, ditch her.
It was moving along just like clockwork: she was so adorable pacing outside in the rain. Then they all had a laugh as Ianto played his role. Gwen’s courage momentarily faltering as Ianto opened the false wall and mysteriously nodded her in. Next, all of them pretending to ignore her as she gaped at the Hub, clutching a soggy pizza.
For each of them, this particular species was always the most exciting to bring in to the Hub. A human. A human, who up until this moment was innocent of the lonely struggle with the universe they were in--and unburdened by the weight of all they knew. They all extended this contact as long as they could. Trying to vicariously get back to that place when it was all new. Back to that particular garden in which they once basked sans snake—or in this case, sans brain-eating snakeman just in from the Hespress Galaxy for a quick bite.
Upon first seeing Gwen, Jack had especially looked forward to the drinks they would share before goodbye—hers he would regretfully “medicate” for the good of Torchwood and for her own.
But this time protocol went all to hell somewhere between numbers 5 and 6. Her reaction to the weevil was markedly different than any he had witnessed. There was no horror, no perverse fascination, or defensive jokes. Her heart was wide open to this alien. She seemed to see right into the creature, to meet it on some essential level. Sitting in front of the cell, Gwen got very quiet and emotionally raw; Jack’s reaction was identical, not to the weevil, but to her.
She possessed the moment like no one ever had, and Jack felt something entirely unfamiliar. It took a minute to even recognize what he was feeling. Admiration. And when she challenged Torchwood’s responsibility to survivors, to informing or warning the people of the Earth, he began to even feel envy.
So, when he walked her out to the SUV fully intending to drive to a pub, those cogs in his head were racing without his full volition. Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the backseat door, offering a half-cocked pretence.
“You should really see some of the tech we have back here.”
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 02:50 pm (UTC)“Note the double matrices. This one indicates movement in the first two dimensions; the one on top tracks the third and fourth.”
“Did you say fourth?! You mean like something traveling through time.”
“Exactly.”
“That is stunning.”
Jack turned to her and stared long into her eyes, and then down to her lips. “You are stunning.” He pushed the GPS tray back into its cubby.
Gwen leaned away as in a flash Jack slipped his hand around her waist and drew her close. He held her, staring into her eyes for a long moment, too aware of the limited time he would have with her. Gwen pawed at Jack’s chest, half-heartedly pushing him away, and then giving in to feel the contours of his stomach and chest.
Jack noted the change in her touch, the rush of her breath, and kissed her full on the mouth. She kissed him back hungrily, and he found himself peeling her jacket and shirt off. His hands seeking her bare flesh before his brain conceived of it. Gwen began to clumsily unbutton his shirt, which he quickly dispensed with: wrenching down his braces and pulling it over his head. Gwen’s bra undone and gone as if by presdigitation in Jack’s flurry.
At first Jack’s hands moved like gentle birds caressing Gwen’s bare skin as they kissed and embraced, until she pressed herself against the swelling cock under his trousers. Suddenly, the artistry left his hands. He pushed Gwen back against the car seat, tonguing her mouth, squeezing her tits, rubbing her erect nipples with his thumbs. As his mouth took over for his hands, her breathing became a high, sweet cry. She noted a hard flash of impatience across Jack’s face as he regarded her trousers. As he unbuttoned, unzipped, pulled at her trousers, then her knickers, the words, “A skirt, next time,” slipped out of his gritting teeth--as if there would be a next time. Jack paused at his own words, surveyed the vision of Gwen: her pale, bare skin against the dark leather seats in his SUV; her eyes wide as she unbuckled his trousers and pulled his red and rock hard cock out of his fly.
Suddenly she dropped her arms over her head, almost in surrender fashion and pressed her knees together, blinking innocently up at him kneeling over her. He took each adorable knee in hand, wrenched them apart holding her in his bold gaze for a long, long time.
Finally, Jack pushed himself inside her with little strokes, each one a little deeper and deeper, as if he could inch his way into her heart, her being. With each thrust he was peppered with little visions of her: the first, noticing her at the crime scene in the rain; the second addressing her above him in the parking garage; the third in the hospital, fourth in the hub; then the first touch, the kiss. When she wrapped her legs tightly around him, he was jolted into the present moment. Gwen began to gasp for breath and moan in complete candor and volume. He made himself stop thrusting, but to no avail: Gwen pulled him against herself hard, writhing and jerking in her climax. Jack thrust once more, holding Gwen’s hips still, cumming deep inside her.
Collapsing on top of her, he wanted to sleep, pass out, check out. Anything, but face the reality of having to retcon her now.
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 03:01 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 03:09 pm (UTC)I JUST NOW found this,
Date: 2010-04-30 02:27 am (UTC)In a word: DAMN.
Gwen began to gasp for breath and moan in complete candor and volume.
Wow. Just.....wow. A+ !!
SRSLY, I haven't saved fanfic in years, but I might just have to start now!
Anything, but face the reality of having to retcon her now.
*sniff*
Re: I JUST NOW found this,
Date: 2010-04-30 04:39 am (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 03:06 pm (UTC)Instead of opening the passenger door, he opened the backseat door, offering a half-cocked pretence.
Oh, he so would.
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 03:12 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 06:30 pm (UTC)You should write some sequels with this pairing :P
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 08:39 pm (UTC)(Love your icon!)
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 09:05 pm (UTC)(thx :) one of my fave scenes, it's so hot!)
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 09:24 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 10:17 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-16 09:26 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading it!
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 01:51 am (UTC)Especially awesome, that. I meant to mention that earlier. Awe-freaking-some.
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 02:24 am (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 01:49 am (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 02:26 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 03:58 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 05:59 pm (UTC)Re: Torchwood, Jack/Gwen--Part Two
Date: 2009-05-17 06:01 pm (UTC)