1 personality change
[Title] Overwriting
[Fandom] Torchwood, during S2's episode Adam
[Rating] PG-13 for sexyteims
[Notes/Summary] Toshiko and Adam have found a new game to play in the Hub. I was trying to put the idea of Adam's powers across through judicious use of formatting - I hope it doesn't make the fic too confusing.
It wasn't like Toshiko didn't enjoy adrenaline, otherwise she wouldn't be in Torchwood at all. But when it came to her personal life, she would rather have peace and dullness: snuggling on the sofa, laughing at terrible maths jokes, always doing the weekly shop on Wednesdays. And that extended to her personal life. She wanted someone who knew how to thrill her. Who always went just a little bit further.
She couldn't remember when she and Adam first started to She remembered exactly when she and Adam began their game of having sex in the Hub. It had been a few months into their relationship. They'd been the only people in the place; everyone else had been out in the field.
She'd sat at the computer, doing her best to report to Jack in a level tone, the poised computer science expert, while Adam knelt on the floor doing things with his hands and his mouth that still made her shiver to remember them. When she'd come, it had been so intense that she'd almost passed out, and then as soon as Jack had signed off she'd slid from her chair, down into Adam's arms, eager to return the favour.
Without even talking about it, they'd made it their mission to make love in as many different parts of the headquarters as possible.
Which was why now they were downstairs in the cells, pressed up against the glass, Adam pulling her top up over her head, she fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The glass was cold and clammy on her back but the rest of her was so hot, so alive, even though she could feel the Weevil's eyes on her back and it felt wrong, like they were two stupid kids mocking a large animal and the faint snuffling from the Weevil behind the glass just made it all better. Perhaps it was getting off on this too. She'd never felt so powerful, so amazing. She and Adam could do anything, be anything, own anything -
She wrapped her arms round him, kissed him, at his mouth, at his jaw at his neck, and then at his sternum, at the smooth shapes of his ribs. He reached out, stroked her face, held her head between his hands.
"I -"
"God, I love you," she whispered, and, slowly, tantalising him, dropped to her knees, trailing her hands down his chest. This was taking it a step further. She could live with her colleagues accidentally seeing her bra - even Jack - but she really didn't want the risk of them catching her doing something like this This was taking it a step further. They were going to have to move quickly in order to erase the video footage before anyone saw it, and the thought of the two of them blurry, grey-and-blue-screened, available for anyone to see, made her so hot she wasn't sure she could hold out long enough to use her mouth that she abandoned titillation and wrenched at the flies of Adam's jeans.
Behind them, the Weevil watched, its teeth bared in a snarl. After the truth had come out, she wondered what it had seen.
[Fandom] Torchwood, during S2's episode Adam
[Rating] PG-13 for sexyteims
[Notes/Summary] Toshiko and Adam have found a new game to play in the Hub. I was trying to put the idea of Adam's powers across through judicious use of formatting - I hope it doesn't make the fic too confusing.
It wasn't like Toshiko didn't enjoy adrenaline, otherwise she wouldn't be in Torchwood at all. But when it came to her personal life, she would rather have peace and dullness: snuggling on the sofa, laughing at terrible maths jokes, always doing the weekly shop on Wednesdays. And that extended to her personal life. She wanted someone who knew how to thrill her. Who always went just a little bit further.
She couldn't remember when she and Adam first started to She remembered exactly when she and Adam began their game of having sex in the Hub. It had been a few months into their relationship. They'd been the only people in the place; everyone else had been out in the field.
She'd sat at the computer, doing her best to report to Jack in a level tone, the poised computer science expert, while Adam knelt on the floor doing things with his hands and his mouth that still made her shiver to remember them. When she'd come, it had been so intense that she'd almost passed out, and then as soon as Jack had signed off she'd slid from her chair, down into Adam's arms, eager to return the favour.
Without even talking about it, they'd made it their mission to make love in as many different parts of the headquarters as possible.
Which was why now they were downstairs in the cells, pressed up against the glass, Adam pulling her top up over her head, she fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The glass was cold and clammy on her back but the rest of her was so hot, so alive, even though she could feel the Weevil's eyes on her back and it felt wrong, like they were two stupid kids mocking a large animal and the faint snuffling from the Weevil behind the glass just made it all better. Perhaps it was getting off on this too. She'd never felt so powerful, so amazing. She and Adam could do anything, be anything, own anything -
She wrapped her arms round him, kissed him, at his mouth, at his jaw at his neck, and then at his sternum, at the smooth shapes of his ribs. He reached out, stroked her face, held her head between his hands.
"I -"
"God, I love you," she whispered, and, slowly, tantalising him, dropped to her knees, trailing her hands down his chest. This was taking it a step further. She could live with her colleagues accidentally seeing her bra - even Jack - but she really didn't want the risk of them catching her doing something like this This was taking it a step further. They were going to have to move quickly in order to erase the video footage before anyone saw it, and the thought of the two of them blurry, grey-and-blue-screened, available for anyone to see, made her so hot she wasn't sure she could hold out long enough to use her mouth that she abandoned titillation and wrenched at the flies of Adam's jeans.
Behind them, the Weevil watched, its teeth bared in a snarl. After the truth had come out, she wondered what it had seen.