Be careful what you wish for. -part 1/2
Be careful what you wish for
Part 1\2
Pairing: Ianto/Jack/Tosh
Rating: R. For sexual content. Bondage. fetish. yeah... smut basically... most in part 2.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood... believe me... if i did Jack and Ianto would walk around in nothing but tight pants (and a tie for Ianto) The BBC own it. so as much as i love it i don't own it :(
Summary: It had been her own fault. She had been drunk and incoherent when she had said it; too drunk to be taken seriously, and far too incoherent to be fully understood. It had started off as a drunken ramble in the bar one night, insane thoughts out loud. They didn't really make sense, but then again drunken ramblings never did.
A/N - this is for Jen, My muse and inspiration.
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It had been her own fault.
She had been drunk and incoherent when she had said it; too drunk to be taken seriously, and far too incoherent to be fully understood. It had started off as a drunken ramble in the bar one night, insane thoughts out loud. They didn't really make sense, but then again drunken ramblings never did.
“I wish i had the nerve to do something you know. Something exciting, and new and new and exciting.” Tosh had said, waving her arms in the air as though she was trying to swat a pesky fly. “I wish i could do something that would make Owen die of... of.... shock and amazement! I want him to drop of the floor and say, 'yes, yes she is sexy!' then die. Dead.” It was at this point that she knocked back another shot and Ianto had to stop her from falling off the barstool whist Jack laughed and watched her with amazement. “kill the bastard. Kill him with sex and shock-- murder by sex shock! Or the thought of it anyway, i wouldn't sleep with him if he paid me.”
She should have know better than to suggest something in the most drunken of circumstances to two of her closest friends. She really should have been able to second guess exactly what was going to come out of telling Ianto and Jack of all people, that she wished she had a more active sex life. But even given the margin of error, and the five double vodkas that had passed her lips the evening of the conversation, she could never have guessed what they had in store for her.
It had taken them a week to plan it all out. Seven whole days of secretive chats between the two of them until they finally came up with something. And now, a full week later, she found herself in two minds; half of her was excited, aroused, turned on and begging, the other was scared, withdrawn and nervous.
Maybe, when Jack had told her that she was going to get her wish, she was expecting something small to start off with. But never in a million years did she expect this; a leather strap bound her wrists above her head and a chain attached to it was secured somewhere above her. A sash of black satin covered her eyes so she couldn't see, but she could feel the heat of the two men; one in front of her and one behind, running their hands over her body slowly, teasing her skin with feather-light touches.
High heels weren't something that Tosh wore a lot, she didn't really like them, but they were fine to wear with your favourite evening dress. However, when they were worn with nothing at all they had a tendency to make you feel a little overdressed. Ianto had been so insistent that she wore one particular pair of shoes; the black patent leather ones, with a five inch metal spiked heel. The ones that showed off her slender ankles. She had worn them once to the bar when they had gone out for a drink and he refused to stop staring. They were the one thing the he absolutely insisted on. Ianto wasn't as quiet as he looked. That impeccable suit and polite demeanour was a mask for everything else that he was underneath; a man with a fetish for feet and a compulsion to be in control.
Jack was a different animal completely; he was open about it and knew exactly what he wanted.
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Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. Leave me some love, i havent written in a while.