DRABBLE: What Gwen Saw
Title: What Gwen Saw
By: Bellebet
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Time Line: S-2, Post "Meat"
Note: This takes place immediately after “Jack’s Fantasy” but it’s not required reading to understand what’s going on. It is smut after all.
Gwen was finishing up the day’s paperwork, having sent Rhys home with the Torchwood secret hours ago. If she were alone in the Hub at night, she’d be listening to her iPod. Since she knew Jack was here as well, she was music-free in case he needed her for anything.
“Gwen…” Jack’s voice drifted down from his office. Crap. He hadn’t said one word to her since she stood her ground about not Retconning Rhys. She marched upstairs, expecting another angry confrontation.
What she didn’t expect was walking in on Jack having a good, hard wank. His eyes were clenched shut, his face was flushed, and he was fucking his fist with abandon. On the upstroke, his palm circled his swollen tip, dragging some moisture down his shaft with the down stroke.
“OhgodyesGwenGwenfuckyesss...”
And he was moaning her name. Gwen’s clit throbbed in response. That sound, along with the sight of a disheveled Jack sweating and thrusting would feed her daydreams for months.
His hips bucked hard as he came. As he spurted on his belly, he gave a strangled cry and Gwen’s knees went weak. It took all her strength to quietly head downstairs to give Jack some privacy. She really hoped that the CCTV camera in his office was recording that so she could watch Jack from the beginning sometime.
By: Bellebet
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Time Line: S-2, Post "Meat"
Note: This takes place immediately after “Jack’s Fantasy” but it’s not required reading to understand what’s going on. It is smut after all.
Gwen was finishing up the day’s paperwork, having sent Rhys home with the Torchwood secret hours ago. If she were alone in the Hub at night, she’d be listening to her iPod. Since she knew Jack was here as well, she was music-free in case he needed her for anything.
“Gwen…” Jack’s voice drifted down from his office. Crap. He hadn’t said one word to her since she stood her ground about not Retconning Rhys. She marched upstairs, expecting another angry confrontation.
What she didn’t expect was walking in on Jack having a good, hard wank. His eyes were clenched shut, his face was flushed, and he was fucking his fist with abandon. On the upstroke, his palm circled his swollen tip, dragging some moisture down his shaft with the down stroke.
“OhgodyesGwenGwenfuckyesss...”
And he was moaning her name. Gwen’s clit throbbed in response. That sound, along with the sight of a disheveled Jack sweating and thrusting would feed her daydreams for months.
His hips bucked hard as he came. As he spurted on his belly, he gave a strangled cry and Gwen’s knees went weak. It took all her strength to quietly head downstairs to give Jack some privacy. She really hoped that the CCTV camera in his office was recording that so she could watch Jack from the beginning sometime.