What Friends Are For - Torchwood - Tosh/Owen
Title: What Friends Are For
Pairing: unrequited Tosh/Owen, Owen/Diane
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7_lies
Summary: "She trembles when he kisses her, their lips brushing clumsily."
She trembles when he kisses her, their lips brushing clumsily. She tastes like she'd been eating chocolate before he arrived on her doorstep fuelled by alcohol and the burden of loss.
"Owen?" Tosh asks, taking a step away from him so that she can look into his eyes, filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"
She doesn't talk like Diane, doesn't look like her, doesn't act like her - but she loves him. Owen usually won't face up to that, won't acknowledge it, but he knows.
"I want you," he says, stepping closer. His hands cup her cheeks: she's so warm.
"You…" She blinks. "What?"
"I've never wanted anything more." He rests his head on her shoulder, his hands slipping down to grip onto her arms and - "I've…"
Wide-eyed, he stares sideways and sees Diane smiling in the dark recesses of his mind. Bitch, he thinks bitterly, before the insult makes him wince and he wishes he could retract it.
If he's crying he doesn't acknowledge it, and Tosh strokes his back and soothes him and lets him crash on her couch for the night.
They don't mention it in the morning. She's a good friend: too good for someone like him.
Pairing: unrequited Tosh/Owen, Owen/Diane
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7_lies
Summary: "She trembles when he kisses her, their lips brushing clumsily."
She trembles when he kisses her, their lips brushing clumsily. She tastes like she'd been eating chocolate before he arrived on her doorstep fuelled by alcohol and the burden of loss.
"Owen?" Tosh asks, taking a step away from him so that she can look into his eyes, filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"
She doesn't talk like Diane, doesn't look like her, doesn't act like her - but she loves him. Owen usually won't face up to that, won't acknowledge it, but he knows.
"I want you," he says, stepping closer. His hands cup her cheeks: she's so warm.
"You…" She blinks. "What?"
"I've never wanted anything more." He rests his head on her shoulder, his hands slipping down to grip onto her arms and - "I've…"
Wide-eyed, he stares sideways and sees Diane smiling in the dark recesses of his mind. Bitch, he thinks bitterly, before the insult makes him wince and he wishes he could retract it.
If he's crying he doesn't acknowledge it, and Tosh strokes his back and soothes him and lets him crash on her couch for the night.
They don't mention it in the morning. She's a good friend: too good for someone like him.