[Torchwood: Drabble] "Pulling Pigtails" [Owen/Tosh, G]
Title: Pulling Pigtails
Prompt: writerverse challenge #05, prompt #13 phrase: knickers in a twist
Word Count: 235
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings (if any): Owen Harper/Tosh Sato
Warnings: none
Summary: It probably said something about Owen’s personality that he thought Tosh was the most beautiful when she was spitting mad at him.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Pulling Pigtails
It probably said something about Owen’s personality that he thought Tosh was the most beautiful when she was spitting mad at him.
A psychologist would probably have told him that it was related to the death of his fiancée, that his subconscious interpreted Tosh’s anger and harsh words as strength, which meant she wouldn’t be taken away from him as easily as Katie had been. But, of course, psychologists weren’t allowed anywhere near Torchwood, so everyone, including Owen himself, just believed he was a jerk.
“You are the most impossible man I have ever met!” shouted Tosh.
“Haven’t met many, have you?” he retorted. “You never go out! You wouldn’t know fun if it came and bit you on the bum!”
“Oh! You! I’m going to-”
“What?” Owen asked. “What are you going to do about me, Tosh?”
“This!” she yelled, and before Owen even knew what was happening, Tosh had grabbed him by the front of his lab coat and was kissing him, hard. His head hit the wall, but he hardly felt it, too distracted by the small and very female body pressed up against his.
Just as suddenly, Tosh let him go and stepped back. “Was that ‘fun’ enough for you?” she asked, and walked away.
It took Owen a moment to get his feet back under him again.
Then, he grinned. He’d have to get Tosh that angry more often.
THE END
Current Mood:
bored
Prompt: writerverse challenge #05, prompt #13 phrase: knickers in a twist
Word Count: 235
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings (if any): Owen Harper/Tosh Sato
Warnings: none
Summary: It probably said something about Owen’s personality that he thought Tosh was the most beautiful when she was spitting mad at him.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Pulling Pigtails
It probably said something about Owen’s personality that he thought Tosh was the most beautiful when she was spitting mad at him.
A psychologist would probably have told him that it was related to the death of his fiancée, that his subconscious interpreted Tosh’s anger and harsh words as strength, which meant she wouldn’t be taken away from him as easily as Katie had been. But, of course, psychologists weren’t allowed anywhere near Torchwood, so everyone, including Owen himself, just believed he was a jerk.
“You are the most impossible man I have ever met!” shouted Tosh.
“Haven’t met many, have you?” he retorted. “You never go out! You wouldn’t know fun if it came and bit you on the bum!”
“Oh! You! I’m going to-”
“What?” Owen asked. “What are you going to do about me, Tosh?”
“This!” she yelled, and before Owen even knew what was happening, Tosh had grabbed him by the front of his lab coat and was kissing him, hard. His head hit the wall, but he hardly felt it, too distracted by the small and very female body pressed up against his.
Just as suddenly, Tosh let him go and stepped back. “Was that ‘fun’ enough for you?” she asked, and walked away.
It took Owen a moment to get his feet back under him again.
Then, he grinned. He’d have to get Tosh that angry more often.
THE END
Current Mood:
bored