Watching Owen 3/5 - Gwen
Title: Watching Owen (3/5) - Gwen
Pairing: Owen and Gwen
Rating/Warning: Adult
Summary: Owen thinks he is alone in the Hub, but someone is watching and enjoying the show
Author's Notes: This follows on from Watching Owen, where I invited ideas as to who may be watching him. I couldn't settle on one, so will do a chapter for each of the team all starting at the same point. Owen and Ianto here.
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.
Owen made as if he was going to pull off his scrub bottoms, then stopped, straightened up, and spoke to the wall in front of him.
“I know you’re there.” He turned then to look right at her.
Gwen started, caught out. She hadn’t meant to spy on him, but it had been so long since she last saw that body that she couldn’t help but be fascinated.
“Do you want to keep hiding or are you going to come over here and watch me properly?”
Gwen stood up and marched angrily towards the autopsy room. She ran half way down the stairs, stopped and leant over the rail.
“Don’t flatter yourself Doctor Harper. I wasn’t watching you. It’s not my fault you decided to strip off in the middle of our workplace.”
Owen reached out his hand quickly and grabbed Gwen’s wrist in a tight grip.
“Tell me you’re not just a little bit turned on right now. Tell me you haven’t got wet from watching me.”
Gwen tried to yank her hand back, but Owen just tightened his grip and pulled harder on her arm. She was now bent double over the railing her face an inch away from Owen’s.
Their breath mingled as they stayed like that for a second, staring each other in the eye. Gwen tried to pull her hand back again, but Owen gave it another tug and kissed her fiercely.
Gwen pulled back from the kiss and raised her free hand to slap Owen. The blow landed, stinging across his face, but as she went to move her hand away Owen grabbed that wrist as well.
They stood that way, looking at each other for a few seconds. Anger and passion battling on their faces. Owen released Gwen’s wrists and she brought them straight up to Owen’s face. She wrapped her fingers in his hair tightly and pulled their faces together for another kiss.
It was a searing, fierce, passionate kiss. The two of them desperate to feel and experience each other again, but both of them knowing it was wrong, so wrong.
Desperate to feel more of Owen Gwen broke the kiss and ran down the last couple of stairs. Owen’s arms caught her again, pulling her tightly to him. Their kisses were still heated, frantic and their hands clutched at each other, grasping handfuls of clothing to pull themselves closer together.
Owen swung Gwen around and pushed her roughly against the wall. A short cry escaped her lips, but her hands were soon back in Owen’s hair pulling his face to hers again. Owen wasted no time in getting his hands to the fastenings of her trousers, undoing them and pushing her tight jeans down.
He moved a hand between her legs. She was warm and wet and easily welcomed his probing fingers. She gasped as his cool hand rocked against her, inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She clutched Owen’s body tighter to her, her finger nails leaving red marks as they trailed down his naked back.
Owen made a noise between a grunt and a groan as pleasure mingled with pain. He thrust his hips against Gwen, his hard erection straining for release inside his scrubs. He needed to be inside Gwen now. Needed to feel her heat around him, bury himself deep inside her.
This was not going to be gentle. This was about need and want and pleasure. This was not about love.
Owen removed his hand earning a moan of anguish from Gwen. He spun her around so she faced the wall and pressed his body against her. She lifted her arms to grip the metal bars above her head as Owen ran his hands over her naked arse and thighs.
He pushed down his scrubs, his aching cock free at last. He pushed close to Gwen and slid himself inside her. They both gasped loudly together.
Owen started a slow rhythm, surprising himself as much as Gwen.
“We were always good together you and me” he growled into her ear. Gwen made a non-committal sound against the wall, pushing her hips back against Owen.
“Tell me.” He breathed into her ear. “Tell me how good we were together. Or I’ll carry on this slowly all night.”
Gwen half screamed with frustration. “We were good.”
“How good?” Owen kept up the maddeningly slow pace.
“Really good. Really fucking good. Now please!”
Owen smiled in triumph pushed himself harder and deeper into Gwen’s body. His pace increased and Gwen started to make those delicious “I’m ready to come sounds” that he remembered so well.
“Wait for me” he whispered to her and increased the pace of his thrusts still further. He could feel himself getting close, so close.
“Now!” he screamed into Gwen’s ear and with a loud cry they came together, the sounds of their shared ecstasy reverberating around the otherwise still Hub.
Pairing: Owen and Gwen
Rating/Warning: Adult
Summary: Owen thinks he is alone in the Hub, but someone is watching and enjoying the show
Author's Notes: This follows on from Watching Owen, where I invited ideas as to who may be watching him. I couldn't settle on one, so will do a chapter for each of the team all starting at the same point. Owen and Ianto here.
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.
Owen made as if he was going to pull off his scrub bottoms, then stopped, straightened up, and spoke to the wall in front of him.
“I know you’re there.” He turned then to look right at her.
Gwen started, caught out. She hadn’t meant to spy on him, but it had been so long since she last saw that body that she couldn’t help but be fascinated.
“Do you want to keep hiding or are you going to come over here and watch me properly?”
Gwen stood up and marched angrily towards the autopsy room. She ran half way down the stairs, stopped and leant over the rail.
“Don’t flatter yourself Doctor Harper. I wasn’t watching you. It’s not my fault you decided to strip off in the middle of our workplace.”
Owen reached out his hand quickly and grabbed Gwen’s wrist in a tight grip.
“Tell me you’re not just a little bit turned on right now. Tell me you haven’t got wet from watching me.”
Gwen tried to yank her hand back, but Owen just tightened his grip and pulled harder on her arm. She was now bent double over the railing her face an inch away from Owen’s.
Their breath mingled as they stayed like that for a second, staring each other in the eye. Gwen tried to pull her hand back again, but Owen gave it another tug and kissed her fiercely.
Gwen pulled back from the kiss and raised her free hand to slap Owen. The blow landed, stinging across his face, but as she went to move her hand away Owen grabbed that wrist as well.
They stood that way, looking at each other for a few seconds. Anger and passion battling on their faces. Owen released Gwen’s wrists and she brought them straight up to Owen’s face. She wrapped her fingers in his hair tightly and pulled their faces together for another kiss.
It was a searing, fierce, passionate kiss. The two of them desperate to feel and experience each other again, but both of them knowing it was wrong, so wrong.
Desperate to feel more of Owen Gwen broke the kiss and ran down the last couple of stairs. Owen’s arms caught her again, pulling her tightly to him. Their kisses were still heated, frantic and their hands clutched at each other, grasping handfuls of clothing to pull themselves closer together.
Owen swung Gwen around and pushed her roughly against the wall. A short cry escaped her lips, but her hands were soon back in Owen’s hair pulling his face to hers again. Owen wasted no time in getting his hands to the fastenings of her trousers, undoing them and pushing her tight jeans down.
He moved a hand between her legs. She was warm and wet and easily welcomed his probing fingers. She gasped as his cool hand rocked against her, inside her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She clutched Owen’s body tighter to her, her finger nails leaving red marks as they trailed down his naked back.
Owen made a noise between a grunt and a groan as pleasure mingled with pain. He thrust his hips against Gwen, his hard erection straining for release inside his scrubs. He needed to be inside Gwen now. Needed to feel her heat around him, bury himself deep inside her.
This was not going to be gentle. This was about need and want and pleasure. This was not about love.
Owen removed his hand earning a moan of anguish from Gwen. He spun her around so she faced the wall and pressed his body against her. She lifted her arms to grip the metal bars above her head as Owen ran his hands over her naked arse and thighs.
He pushed down his scrubs, his aching cock free at last. He pushed close to Gwen and slid himself inside her. They both gasped loudly together.
Owen started a slow rhythm, surprising himself as much as Gwen.
“We were always good together you and me” he growled into her ear. Gwen made a non-committal sound against the wall, pushing her hips back against Owen.
“Tell me.” He breathed into her ear. “Tell me how good we were together. Or I’ll carry on this slowly all night.”
Gwen half screamed with frustration. “We were good.”
“How good?” Owen kept up the maddeningly slow pace.
“Really good. Really fucking good. Now please!”
Owen smiled in triumph pushed himself harder and deeper into Gwen’s body. His pace increased and Gwen started to make those delicious “I’m ready to come sounds” that he remembered so well.
“Wait for me” he whispered to her and increased the pace of his thrusts still further. He could feel himself getting close, so close.
“Now!” he screamed into Gwen’s ear and with a loud cry they came together, the sounds of their shared ecstasy reverberating around the otherwise still Hub.