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Gestures
Title: Gestures
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gwen/Everyone, hint of Jack/Ianto
Summary: The Torchwood team welcomes their new member.
Warnings: Slash/het/femslash. Plus, crack and porn; the best combination. No spoilers really beyond Day One, I think.
A/N: I had far too much fun writing this. Please do not take any of it seriously! Completed for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Gwen was beginning to realise that Torchwood was completely unlike any job she had ever had before. Even despite the aliens and a boss who could not die and Ianto’s suspiciously good coffee, she could not remember ever having been propositioned for sex so many times in her first week. In the first few days it was just Jack being incredibly flirty, and she soon realised that it was just him, being nice and welcoming and well, sexy. She could understand that. What she could not understand, however, was the snogging.
She could blame Carys. A few hours into Day One and she had already made out with her first alien – this may have given the slightly wrong impression, she supposed. However, it didn’t really explain why Captain Jack thought it was perfectly alright to push her against the wall of the firing range and kiss her so hard that she began to see stars. Oh, she suddenly thought, as her hands slipped down from his waist to grasp his bum, that’s why.
She didn’t so much as struggle; more, flailed slightly against the cold tiles as Jack’s hands, the ones she had already been having wholly inappropriate thoughts about (and that really was not a good sign, she realised), pulled off her jacket and slipped under the soft fabric of her t-shirt, so lightly touching that her skin prickled and she bit harder into the kiss to urge them both on.
Her fingers looped through his braces and tugged him closer, keeping them hooked under her thumbs as she reached in and began scrabbling at his shirt, tearing at his buttons viciously. She didn’t like buttons very much, always getting in the way at moments like this. With his shirt soon thrown off to one side she made sure the straps were still resting over his shoulders then reached up for another long kiss, her legs wrapping around him as Jack pressed them both against the wall and gave her the best orgasm she’d had for months.
~~~
After that, Jack continued being flirty and touchy (and was it really necessary to always stand that close?) but the shag in the shooting tunnel seemed to be more of a ‘welcome to the team’ gesture and sure, she could handle that. But then… then there was Owen.
‘Oi newbie, I need a hand,’ he yelled from the top of the stairs leading down to the autopsy room. Dressed in his white lab coat and with his hands clutching almost fiercely at the wall as he peered around at her, she had to steady herself for a moment before she got up from her desk, shooting him a glare for daring to interrupt her work (and really, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to watch, let alone help, Doctor Harper slice up something green and alien and slimy.) She followed him down to the autopsy room, expecting to see some horrible half-dissected thing lying prone on the metal table, but instead found it bare, the room looking so impossibly tidy either it hadn’t been used for a few days or Ianto was hiding in a corner, brandishing a cloth and a squirty bottle of cleaning fluid.
Reaching the floor, she didn’t have time for finding out Owen’s fabricated excuse for dragging her down there – within moments his hands were on her hips and he had walked her back until her thighs had hit the table, then he was pushing her down, grabbing a quick kiss as he clambered on top and oh god this table is not big enough Gwen thought idly, soon proved right as they tumbled off with a crash and landed on the floor, her on top. She quickly took advantage, snatching another kiss as she undid his belt buckle and began pulling off his jeans while his hands yanked her closer by the waist and held her tight, refusing to let go until they were both gasping into the kiss. She struggled to get her own trousers off with little idea of whose hands were where, but with a flourish she kicked away the last bit of clinging material and straddled Owen again, grinding against him and clasping their fingers with a vicious twist.
Their lips crashed together again as they angled their hips and he entered her with one swift jerk, both gasping then collapsing into each other, clutching and licking and biting. They were making so much noise that she wondered why the hell weren’t any of the others coming to see what was going on – either they had been expecting it (she wasn’t too keen on that idea) or Tosh had already brought them up on the internal CCTV and everyone had a very definite image of what they were doing (she wasn’t too happy about that one, either). But then Owen shifted slightly and bit down on her shoulder and she realised that at this precise moment, the whole of Cardiff could be watching and she wouldn’t care.
With a sudden burst of desperation they wrapped themselves closer and harder, fingers scratching at any flesh they could find and the kisses spilling over. Owen came first, but in a nice twist as soon as he’d recovered he flipped her onto her back and finished her off with his tongue.
~~~
Next, much to Gwen’s surprise, was Tosh. Out of the corner of her eye she had spotted her approaching tentatively with two cups of coffee, giving Gwen a soft smile as she turned around to watch Tosh come towards her.
‘Jack’s orders,’ she shrugged, gesturing with the styrofoam cups. ‘Fancy a break?’
Gwen grinned and nodded, thanking her as she took her latte and together went to sink into the single sofa in the entire hub. Jack had shut himself in his office (to have a private word with Ianto, it would appear) and Owen was busy taking samples from the dead Weevil they had found earlier in the day, so only the occasional pterodactyl squawk interrupted the girls’ quiet voices.
It was almost completely innocent until Tosh, in a moment of giggling wildly at further speculations of Jack’s origins, had leant a little closer and placed her hand on Gwen’s thigh. Barely a second had gone past before they put their cups down on the floor and suddenly scooted closer to each other, Gwen ahead with one hand already smoothing through Tosh’s hair and the other curling around her waist. In one fluid motion they were together, tasting of coffee and lunch and a little bit of lip salve, and Tosh showing a sudden dominant streak as she cradled her arm around Gwen’s shoulders and swung her leg over so she was sitting across her lap.
Gwen distantly wondered if three times made it an arrangement or a habit, but then Tosh was pressing small kisses down her neck (which she never knew could be such a turn on) and already her fingers were working off her shirt, desperate to get her hands and mouth on that warm skin as apparently Carys had awoken feelings she’d repressed since the girl’s changing rooms after P.E., and there was no chance she was letting this slip.
One of her hands ran up Tosh’s side to wrap around her breast, kneading softly as they kissed again, slowly and more sensually than any guy Gwen had ever snogged. They found their other hands by their hips, fingers entwining briefly before slipping past and down into their loosened jeans, already arching into each other. Gwen’s palm grinded up while Tosh’s fingers slid through fragile folds into wet heat, little shuddering gasps escaping from both as they explored, their movements gradually getting bolder with each sigh and shiver of encouragement until Gwen came, her head resting heavy against Tosh’s chest as she moaned low and writhed harder against her hands.
They might have continued for a lot longer had Ianto not emerged from Jack’s office, a slight flush across his cheeks that they later assumed was embarrassment from catching them – despite how he just calmly smiled and asked if they wanted some coffee before walking on, quite unaffected.
~~~
Gwen started placing bets with herself on how long it would be before Ianto approached her. She had also begun telling herself it wasn’t cheating if it is part of the job, but then she realised that whatever reasons she used could not make her actually care, so she stopped, and got back to placing those bets. She had promised herself an hour-long hot bath with chocolate and her House DVDs (she’d discovered a ‘thing’ for snarky doctors recently) if he made a move within the next three hours – and then had to stop herself from grinning too widely as he walked up to her desk at two hours and forty-seven minutes.
‘Gwen. Would you mind coming up to the front desk, there is a standard Torchwood protocol I need to run through with you,’ he said with that placid smile and grinning eyes, leading the way up to the entrance of the hub and she followed, unconsciously flicking open the next button on her top.
Hmm, she mused, as she sat on the front desk and held her legs tightly around him, clutching onto surprisingly strong shoulders. Despite the aliens and the danger and the secrecy, she was going to love working here.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gwen/Everyone, hint of Jack/Ianto
Summary: The Torchwood team welcomes their new member.
Warnings: Slash/het/femslash. Plus, crack and porn; the best combination. No spoilers really beyond Day One, I think.
A/N: I had far too much fun writing this. Please do not take any of it seriously! Completed for
tw_exchangeGwen was beginning to realise that Torchwood was completely unlike any job she had ever had before. Even despite the aliens and a boss who could not die and Ianto’s suspiciously good coffee, she could not remember ever having been propositioned for sex so many times in her first week. In the first few days it was just Jack being incredibly flirty, and she soon realised that it was just him, being nice and welcoming and well, sexy. She could understand that. What she could not understand, however, was the snogging.
She could blame Carys. A few hours into Day One and she had already made out with her first alien – this may have given the slightly wrong impression, she supposed. However, it didn’t really explain why Captain Jack thought it was perfectly alright to push her against the wall of the firing range and kiss her so hard that she began to see stars. Oh, she suddenly thought, as her hands slipped down from his waist to grasp his bum, that’s why.
She didn’t so much as struggle; more, flailed slightly against the cold tiles as Jack’s hands, the ones she had already been having wholly inappropriate thoughts about (and that really was not a good sign, she realised), pulled off her jacket and slipped under the soft fabric of her t-shirt, so lightly touching that her skin prickled and she bit harder into the kiss to urge them both on.
Her fingers looped through his braces and tugged him closer, keeping them hooked under her thumbs as she reached in and began scrabbling at his shirt, tearing at his buttons viciously. She didn’t like buttons very much, always getting in the way at moments like this. With his shirt soon thrown off to one side she made sure the straps were still resting over his shoulders then reached up for another long kiss, her legs wrapping around him as Jack pressed them both against the wall and gave her the best orgasm she’d had for months.
~~~
After that, Jack continued being flirty and touchy (and was it really necessary to always stand that close?) but the shag in the shooting tunnel seemed to be more of a ‘welcome to the team’ gesture and sure, she could handle that. But then… then there was Owen.
‘Oi newbie, I need a hand,’ he yelled from the top of the stairs leading down to the autopsy room. Dressed in his white lab coat and with his hands clutching almost fiercely at the wall as he peered around at her, she had to steady herself for a moment before she got up from her desk, shooting him a glare for daring to interrupt her work (and really, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to watch, let alone help, Doctor Harper slice up something green and alien and slimy.) She followed him down to the autopsy room, expecting to see some horrible half-dissected thing lying prone on the metal table, but instead found it bare, the room looking so impossibly tidy either it hadn’t been used for a few days or Ianto was hiding in a corner, brandishing a cloth and a squirty bottle of cleaning fluid.
Reaching the floor, she didn’t have time for finding out Owen’s fabricated excuse for dragging her down there – within moments his hands were on her hips and he had walked her back until her thighs had hit the table, then he was pushing her down, grabbing a quick kiss as he clambered on top and oh god this table is not big enough Gwen thought idly, soon proved right as they tumbled off with a crash and landed on the floor, her on top. She quickly took advantage, snatching another kiss as she undid his belt buckle and began pulling off his jeans while his hands yanked her closer by the waist and held her tight, refusing to let go until they were both gasping into the kiss. She struggled to get her own trousers off with little idea of whose hands were where, but with a flourish she kicked away the last bit of clinging material and straddled Owen again, grinding against him and clasping their fingers with a vicious twist.
Their lips crashed together again as they angled their hips and he entered her with one swift jerk, both gasping then collapsing into each other, clutching and licking and biting. They were making so much noise that she wondered why the hell weren’t any of the others coming to see what was going on – either they had been expecting it (she wasn’t too keen on that idea) or Tosh had already brought them up on the internal CCTV and everyone had a very definite image of what they were doing (she wasn’t too happy about that one, either). But then Owen shifted slightly and bit down on her shoulder and she realised that at this precise moment, the whole of Cardiff could be watching and she wouldn’t care.
With a sudden burst of desperation they wrapped themselves closer and harder, fingers scratching at any flesh they could find and the kisses spilling over. Owen came first, but in a nice twist as soon as he’d recovered he flipped her onto her back and finished her off with his tongue.
~~~
Next, much to Gwen’s surprise, was Tosh. Out of the corner of her eye she had spotted her approaching tentatively with two cups of coffee, giving Gwen a soft smile as she turned around to watch Tosh come towards her.
‘Jack’s orders,’ she shrugged, gesturing with the styrofoam cups. ‘Fancy a break?’
Gwen grinned and nodded, thanking her as she took her latte and together went to sink into the single sofa in the entire hub. Jack had shut himself in his office (to have a private word with Ianto, it would appear) and Owen was busy taking samples from the dead Weevil they had found earlier in the day, so only the occasional pterodactyl squawk interrupted the girls’ quiet voices.
It was almost completely innocent until Tosh, in a moment of giggling wildly at further speculations of Jack’s origins, had leant a little closer and placed her hand on Gwen’s thigh. Barely a second had gone past before they put their cups down on the floor and suddenly scooted closer to each other, Gwen ahead with one hand already smoothing through Tosh’s hair and the other curling around her waist. In one fluid motion they were together, tasting of coffee and lunch and a little bit of lip salve, and Tosh showing a sudden dominant streak as she cradled her arm around Gwen’s shoulders and swung her leg over so she was sitting across her lap.
Gwen distantly wondered if three times made it an arrangement or a habit, but then Tosh was pressing small kisses down her neck (which she never knew could be such a turn on) and already her fingers were working off her shirt, desperate to get her hands and mouth on that warm skin as apparently Carys had awoken feelings she’d repressed since the girl’s changing rooms after P.E., and there was no chance she was letting this slip.
One of her hands ran up Tosh’s side to wrap around her breast, kneading softly as they kissed again, slowly and more sensually than any guy Gwen had ever snogged. They found their other hands by their hips, fingers entwining briefly before slipping past and down into their loosened jeans, already arching into each other. Gwen’s palm grinded up while Tosh’s fingers slid through fragile folds into wet heat, little shuddering gasps escaping from both as they explored, their movements gradually getting bolder with each sigh and shiver of encouragement until Gwen came, her head resting heavy against Tosh’s chest as she moaned low and writhed harder against her hands.
They might have continued for a lot longer had Ianto not emerged from Jack’s office, a slight flush across his cheeks that they later assumed was embarrassment from catching them – despite how he just calmly smiled and asked if they wanted some coffee before walking on, quite unaffected.
~~~
Gwen started placing bets with herself on how long it would be before Ianto approached her. She had also begun telling herself it wasn’t cheating if it is part of the job, but then she realised that whatever reasons she used could not make her actually care, so she stopped, and got back to placing those bets. She had promised herself an hour-long hot bath with chocolate and her House DVDs (she’d discovered a ‘thing’ for snarky doctors recently) if he made a move within the next three hours – and then had to stop herself from grinning too widely as he walked up to her desk at two hours and forty-seven minutes.
‘Gwen. Would you mind coming up to the front desk, there is a standard Torchwood protocol I need to run through with you,’ he said with that placid smile and grinning eyes, leading the way up to the entrance of the hub and she followed, unconsciously flicking open the next button on her top.
Hmm, she mused, as she sat on the front desk and held her legs tightly around him, clutching onto surprisingly strong shoulders. Despite the aliens and the danger and the secrecy, she was going to love working here.