Apocalypse Now [Torchwood, Tosh/Gwen, R]
Title: Apocalypse Now
Author: ijemanja
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Tosh/Gwen
Rating: R
Word count: 393
A/N: The prompt was 'apocalypse - it's only the end of the world again', and well, at Torchwood, any excuse will do, really.
"Hey, you girls missed all the action!" Jack burst into the cell, pleased to have been able to perform yet another daring - not to mention dashing - rescue. "Or," he corrected himself, "Looks like I did."
"It wasn't like that," Gwen said, hastily fastening her pants, "The aliens made us do it. Obviously."
Jack frowned. "Which aliens? The ones who think humans are disgusting body-breeders? Who have a pressing need to wipe all of us from the face of the galaxy? And tentacles?"
"Yes," Gwen said, tone clipped. "Those aliens. Right Tosh?"
"Um," Tosh said, attempting to avoid everyone's eyes as she scooted out the door past Ianto, who was guarding their exit with a very large gun, "Yes. Right."
"Right," Jack echoed, his eyes fixed on Gwen - she'd missed a button, one of the good ones - as she hurried after Tosh.
"Sexiest. Near-apocalypse. Ever," he declared, once he was standing alone in the alien cell. "Even with the tentacles." He paused. "Especially with the tentacles."
"Right," Ianto said, and turned to follow the girls.
*
"Just checking," Tosh said, "But there aren't any aliens making us do this, are there?"
"Well, who knows when the next near-apocalypse will be?"
"They're not exactly reliable," Tosh agreed. She paused, her hands stilling on her breasts. "Be good if they were, though. I mean," she added, arching her back a little in encouragement, "Well, then we'd always be ready."
"And I know how you like to be prepared," Gwen said. Only she made it sound like just about the dirtiest thing Tosh had ever heard, what with the sly smile and the way Gwen's fingers were scissoring deep inside her.
Tosh sighed, and ran the tips of her fingers from her nipples down her belly and into Gwen's hair.
"People act like being predictable is a bad thing," she mused aloud.
Personally, she liked being able to predict and account for things. She liked knowing, for instance, that Gwen was about to sit up and reach for the bedside drawer, and just exactly what she was going to take out of it.
"Oh, what would they know, right?" Gwen said, as she sat up and reached over on cue.
If only, Tosh thought, the end of the world would be so obliging.
"Right," she answered, and got ready for the big finish.
Author: ijemanja
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Tosh/Gwen
Rating: R
Word count: 393
A/N: The prompt was 'apocalypse - it's only the end of the world again', and well, at Torchwood, any excuse will do, really.
"Hey, you girls missed all the action!" Jack burst into the cell, pleased to have been able to perform yet another daring - not to mention dashing - rescue. "Or," he corrected himself, "Looks like I did."
"It wasn't like that," Gwen said, hastily fastening her pants, "The aliens made us do it. Obviously."
Jack frowned. "Which aliens? The ones who think humans are disgusting body-breeders? Who have a pressing need to wipe all of us from the face of the galaxy? And tentacles?"
"Yes," Gwen said, tone clipped. "Those aliens. Right Tosh?"
"Um," Tosh said, attempting to avoid everyone's eyes as she scooted out the door past Ianto, who was guarding their exit with a very large gun, "Yes. Right."
"Right," Jack echoed, his eyes fixed on Gwen - she'd missed a button, one of the good ones - as she hurried after Tosh.
"Sexiest. Near-apocalypse. Ever," he declared, once he was standing alone in the alien cell. "Even with the tentacles." He paused. "Especially with the tentacles."
"Right," Ianto said, and turned to follow the girls.
*
"Just checking," Tosh said, "But there aren't any aliens making us do this, are there?"
"Well, who knows when the next near-apocalypse will be?"
"They're not exactly reliable," Tosh agreed. She paused, her hands stilling on her breasts. "Be good if they were, though. I mean," she added, arching her back a little in encouragement, "Well, then we'd always be ready."
"And I know how you like to be prepared," Gwen said. Only she made it sound like just about the dirtiest thing Tosh had ever heard, what with the sly smile and the way Gwen's fingers were scissoring deep inside her.
Tosh sighed, and ran the tips of her fingers from her nipples down her belly and into Gwen's hair.
"People act like being predictable is a bad thing," she mused aloud.
Personally, she liked being able to predict and account for things. She liked knowing, for instance, that Gwen was about to sit up and reach for the bedside drawer, and just exactly what she was going to take out of it.
"Oh, what would they know, right?" Gwen said, as she sat up and reached over on cue.
If only, Tosh thought, the end of the world would be so obliging.
"Right," she answered, and got ready for the big finish.