New Fic: Cuddler
Hey, I am a major Tosh/Owen shipper- edging in on OTP, especially with recent events in the show.
I LOVE this group and everything I've read here so far.
I have been lurking for months but here's a little story I hope you all enjoy.
Title: Cuddler
Fandom: TW spoilers for season 2.
Pairing: Tosh/Owen.
Characters: Owen and Tosh
Summary: Owen gives Tosh support after Tommy.
Cuddler
Owen gives Toshiko the afternoon to herself before showing up on her doorstep. She answers and smiles at him but doesn’t invite him in, instead leaning against the door.
“This is giving me space?”
“Hey this is what we agreed. Not my fault we didn’t factor you getting an extra and last day with the icicle boyfriend. Besides I was respecting your space- I didn’t use my key.”
She smiles again, then sighs and goes back inside,
He takes the still open door as an invitation following her in and closing the door behind him.
Tosh sits on the couch, delicate as always and Owen flops down next to her.
“What are we doing Owen?”
“Apparently lamenting. Hopefully it’s just the futility of life and not our relationship.”
“’Cause that would be better?”
“Well it most likely won’t lead to you dumping me.” Tosh and Owen share a smile before he continues, “It’s not really fair of you to break up with me anyway.”
Tosh arches an eyebrow at him, “Oh really?”
“Yeah. Especially after, out of the goodness of my heart, I’ve let you run around with another bloke for a couple of days.”
“Technically Tommy lets me run around with you. I was dating him first.” Her face falls though, from teasing to pained. “Let. Not lets.”
Owen tugs Tosh into his lap and she curls around him, crying. He gently rubs her back and makes soothing noises. After almost half an hour of this Tosh sits up slightly.
“Shouldn’t you be trying to undress me or something?”
He looks at her, surprise written clearly on his face. “What?”
“Even your hands are behaving themselves.”
“You want me to-”
“No. I mean- why aren’t you?”
“It’s not really what you need right now. Unless it is, then I’m-” He moves to unfasten her trousers and laughing slaps them away.
“No. Not right now, later.”
Owen smirks, “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Now there’s my Owen.” Smiling again she settles back down into his arms, then sighs. “I probably should break this off…”
Owen’s arms clutch her tighter as she trails off, “Any particular reason?”
“We’re just kidding ourselves here. We don’t even want anyone knowing about us!”
He kisses her head, “Yeah Princess, but that’s more to do with the fact Jack, Teaboy and Gwen would take repeated turns kicking my arse for going after you.”
“Don’t be so melodramatic. They’ll want to hit me too. For being dumb enough to let you near me.”
Owen growls and starts tickling her. After a few minutes Tosh is sprawled on the couch panting with the occasional giggle still making its way out. Owen is perched over her, panting as well and smiling. He leans down and kisses her pulling back just far enough to whisper, “Is it later yet?”
She laughs whole-heartedly. “Tired of being on your best behaviour?”
“God yes!”
She giggles again and leans up to kiss him.
It’s sometime later when Tosh is lying in the circle of Owen’s arms sprawled across her bed. That’s a major, well jokingly, point of contention between them.
Tosh wasn’t used to partners who held on quite so tight and long after sex. But when she’d innocently teased him he denied it and accused her of being the one who clung to him.
Apparently he doesn’t do ‘cuddly’. They still bicker good naturedly about who the subconscious cuddler is, but neither have made any attempt to put a stop to it.
Right now Tosh is just grateful for it.
For all that she had planned on avoiding everyone she was already slipping into depression when Owen showed up.
Her Owen.
Showing up just when she needs him. He always had. That’s why she’d fallen for him in the first place. He was always there for her, whether she wanted him to be or not. And not like Jack and Ianto, who were there for anyone who needed them. Owen was there for her, he chose to be there for her and that might not always be a good thing, or a good presence, but always there.
Until Gwen.
They both handled that badly.
But he was here now and all hers. Tosh snuggles closer and sighs contentedly as Owen sniffs her and nudges her head to rest on his shoulder.
This is what Tosh wants. For all that Tommy would have been simpler in so many insane ways. Owen is still the one she’s content to be curled up around.
After all Tommy wasn’t a cuddler.