014 - TW: Displaced
Title: Displaced
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Gwen/Rhys, implied Gwen/Jack
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 1.03 to be safe, but no direct plot spoilers other than the implication of G/J to come.
Summary: Gwen doesn’t know how to feel when she comes home after a long night at Torchwood.
Notes: My first Torchwood fic! I'm REALLY enjoying this Dr. Who spin-off! Plus, it's Captain Jack, so how can you not love it?! I also have an irrational love for the way Gwen looks at Jack and vice-versa. Their eyes convey so much emotion. /rambling. Enjoy and review!
Gwen can’t comprehend the feeling she has when she sees Rhys sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep in front of two glasses and an unopened bottle of wine. Guilt, maybe? No. Guilt is a feeling one gets after they do something bad, but it wasn’t really bad, was it? Yes, it was, she finally admits.
She tiptoes into the room, pulls a blanket from the floor and covers him with it. No need to wake him now, it’s already past three and he’ll have to get up in a few hours for work. She takes one final look at him before she ducks into the loo to wash up before bed. She peels off her jacket and blouse, letting them fall to the floor in a heap before starting on her belt buckle. Her hands begin to quiver as she thinks of a different pair of hands that were performing these exact motions, only quicker and bolder. She strips her remaining clothes and stands under the warm shower spray, letting her hair get soaked and the heat warm her body. She scrubs at her eyes and suddenly remembers she forgot to remove her make-up but ends up not caring in the end. She’ll have raccoon eyes in the morning, but right now it doesn’t matter.
She turns the temperature up so high that the heat is almost unbearable, blinding her. It doesn’t erase the image in her mind of strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. The deafening sound of the water around her doesn’t drown out the low voice breathing her name across her chest. She shivers despite herself, turning off the water and suddenly the silence is almost as deafening as the noise. As she towels off, she catches sight of bruises along her hips and thighs. They might as well be bruises in the shape of handprints, she thinks, and tugs on her nightie and wraps her wet hair in a towel.
“Long night at the office?” Rhys’ voice comes out of the darkness. She almost jumps, but instead turns to him with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” she asks and leans forward to kiss him on the lips. Quick and chaste, like she’s done it a million times before, and one more kiss won’t make a difference.
“Out at all hours of the night, mysterious texts. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were messing about with another man,” he comments jokingly, but her eyes darken and she instantly hopes he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t. “You coming to bed, now?” he asks her and waits for her answer with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m just going to dry my hair. You get to sleep, you have to get up early.” She smiles at him and lets him pull her in for another kiss - a little deeper this time - and pats his shoulder as he heads toward the bedroom.
She stands in front of the mirror staring at her reflection for five minutes - glaring at herself - before she grabs the blow dryer and brushes out her damp hair. Ten minutes later she finishes drying her fringe and shuts off the bathroom light. When she slips under the covers beside Rhys, he’s already snoring softly and she lies facing him, watching his chest rise and fall. He’s adorable when he sleeps, she thinks to herself, turning her back to him and closing her eyes.
It doesn’t take long for her eyes to snap open again and stare into the darkness. Behind her, Rhys snuggles closer to her and something hard and heavy drops into the pit of her stomach. She feels sick and she rushes to the window to get fresh air. It’s cold and damp outside, but it’s almost refreshing. A distant humming pulls her from her thoughts and by the time she reaches her cell, ‘one missed call’ pops up on the screen. The ID reads ‘Unknown Number’ but she knows who it is without having to think. She’s about to toss the phone back into her bag, when it lets out a few beeps indicating it received a text message from Torchwood. She presses the ‘yes’ button and can’t help but smile.
On the screen the message reads,
See you at noon.
Enjoy the sleep-in.
-J
She shuts off her phone and crawls back into bed, exhaustion finally catching up with her. It’s been a long day, chasing aliens that look like cats, nearly getting shot and then getting down and dirty with the boss. Gwen shakes her head and pushes all thoughts of blue eyes and strong hands out of her head and finally feels herself drifting off. Dawn will be here in less than three hours and she can use all the sleep she can get.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/Characters: Gwen/Rhys, implied Gwen/Jack
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to 1.03 to be safe, but no direct plot spoilers other than the implication of G/J to come.
Summary: Gwen doesn’t know how to feel when she comes home after a long night at Torchwood.
Notes: My first Torchwood fic! I'm REALLY enjoying this Dr. Who spin-off! Plus, it's Captain Jack, so how can you not love it?! I also have an irrational love for the way Gwen looks at Jack and vice-versa. Their eyes convey so much emotion. /rambling. Enjoy and review!
Gwen can’t comprehend the feeling she has when she sees Rhys sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep in front of two glasses and an unopened bottle of wine. Guilt, maybe? No. Guilt is a feeling one gets after they do something bad, but it wasn’t really bad, was it? Yes, it was, she finally admits.
She tiptoes into the room, pulls a blanket from the floor and covers him with it. No need to wake him now, it’s already past three and he’ll have to get up in a few hours for work. She takes one final look at him before she ducks into the loo to wash up before bed. She peels off her jacket and blouse, letting them fall to the floor in a heap before starting on her belt buckle. Her hands begin to quiver as she thinks of a different pair of hands that were performing these exact motions, only quicker and bolder. She strips her remaining clothes and stands under the warm shower spray, letting her hair get soaked and the heat warm her body. She scrubs at her eyes and suddenly remembers she forgot to remove her make-up but ends up not caring in the end. She’ll have raccoon eyes in the morning, but right now it doesn’t matter.
She turns the temperature up so high that the heat is almost unbearable, blinding her. It doesn’t erase the image in her mind of strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. The deafening sound of the water around her doesn’t drown out the low voice breathing her name across her chest. She shivers despite herself, turning off the water and suddenly the silence is almost as deafening as the noise. As she towels off, she catches sight of bruises along her hips and thighs. They might as well be bruises in the shape of handprints, she thinks, and tugs on her nightie and wraps her wet hair in a towel.
“Long night at the office?” Rhys’ voice comes out of the darkness. She almost jumps, but instead turns to him with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” she asks and leans forward to kiss him on the lips. Quick and chaste, like she’s done it a million times before, and one more kiss won’t make a difference.
“Out at all hours of the night, mysterious texts. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were messing about with another man,” he comments jokingly, but her eyes darken and she instantly hopes he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t. “You coming to bed, now?” he asks her and waits for her answer with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m just going to dry my hair. You get to sleep, you have to get up early.” She smiles at him and lets him pull her in for another kiss - a little deeper this time - and pats his shoulder as he heads toward the bedroom.
She stands in front of the mirror staring at her reflection for five minutes - glaring at herself - before she grabs the blow dryer and brushes out her damp hair. Ten minutes later she finishes drying her fringe and shuts off the bathroom light. When she slips under the covers beside Rhys, he’s already snoring softly and she lies facing him, watching his chest rise and fall. He’s adorable when he sleeps, she thinks to herself, turning her back to him and closing her eyes.
It doesn’t take long for her eyes to snap open again and stare into the darkness. Behind her, Rhys snuggles closer to her and something hard and heavy drops into the pit of her stomach. She feels sick and she rushes to the window to get fresh air. It’s cold and damp outside, but it’s almost refreshing. A distant humming pulls her from her thoughts and by the time she reaches her cell, ‘one missed call’ pops up on the screen. The ID reads ‘Unknown Number’ but she knows who it is without having to think. She’s about to toss the phone back into her bag, when it lets out a few beeps indicating it received a text message from Torchwood. She presses the ‘yes’ button and can’t help but smile.
On the screen the message reads,
See you at noon.
Enjoy the sleep-in.
-J
She shuts off her phone and crawls back into bed, exhaustion finally catching up with her. It’s been a long day, chasing aliens that look like cats, nearly getting shot and then getting down and dirty with the boss. Gwen shakes her head and pushes all thoughts of blue eyes and strong hands out of her head and finally feels herself drifting off. Dawn will be here in less than three hours and she can use all the sleep she can get.