An Extra Player
Title: An Extra Player
Author:jovialien
Characters: Tosh, mentions of Jack and Ianto, brief mentions of Gwen and Owen
Ratings: eh, NC 17 I guess
Warnings: Spoilers for Adrift
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys and girls. If I did Torchwood would never make it past the UK censors and COE would have ended very differently.
Summary: Its been a long day and Tosh needs a little light release. And she knows just what shes craving...
Authors Notes: This is my first pwp since COE and I'm a little out of practice so please, be gentle!
Torchwood Hub automatic CCTV transcription records
File number: 298678/748
Time index: 10:34
Tosh: “I can’t believe you actually walked in on them! What were they...?”
Gwen: “Oh Tosh, you should have seen it, they were naked, in the hot house, I swear I didn’t know where to look!”
Owen: “Somehow I find that very hard to believe. Where to look first on the other hand-“
Gwen: “Oi! I averted my gaze I’ll have you know. Was all a bit, well, sordid really. I mean, I never really understood the attraction of two men together.”
Tosh: “Really? You mean you never wondered... You know.”
Gwen: “God no! I mean all that, that... well it’s not exactly what I’d call hygienic.”
Owen: “As a doctor, I can confirm that as long as appropriate precautions are taken then whatever two consenting adults choose to get up to is a) medically safe and b) none of our business.”
Gwen: “Yeah but it’s all a bit icky though isn’t it? That can’t be healthy. Can it?”
Owen: “You mean you’ve never tried it with Rhys? Never had him try the back-“
Gwen: “No of course not!”
Owen: “And you’ve never tried spicing things up by giving him a little up the old-”
*whistling noise*
Gwen: “OWEN! I am not going to- I have work to do. I can’t sit around here gossiping with you two all day.”
*sound of chair scraping and heels walking away*
Owen: “Strange as that was all she was doing for the past half hour.”
Tosh: “Mmm. Still it must have been a shock for her, catching them like that.”
Owen: “Had to happen eventually, it’s inevitable really.”
Ianto: “What’s inevitable?”
Owen: “Umm... That they would make a new Star Trek film, amount of money caught up in that franchise, no way they’d let it die.”
Ianto: “Star Trek. So that’s why Gwen’s slamming things around, you had a disagreement over Star Trek.”
Owen: “Uh yeah, yeah. You know, maybe I should go check she’s okay, don’t want her wrecking the place now do we, I’ll just um...”
........
Ianto: “She told you then.”
Tosh: “No she- Yes, she did.”
Ianto: “Did she tell you Jack invited her to join in, that he told her we could do with 'an extra player'?”
Tosh: “You’re kidding?! You’re not kidding.”
Ianto: “Wish I was. Annoying thing is, if it had been anyone but Gwen I might have agreed.”
Tosh: “Sorry I missed it.”
Ianto: "Oh really?"
Tosh: “I don’t mean sorry I missed the invitation, well I mean, not that I...”
Ianto: “I know what you mean.”
Ianto: “Maybe next time though.”
*************************************
Toshiko Sato couldn’t sleep, her hands reaching out from under the covers to pummel her pillow mercilessly, trying to get comfortable. Problem was she couldn’t get the conversation from that morning out of her head, the image of Gwen walking in on... On what?
Gwen had been surprisingly coy about the details, saying only that she had found Jack and Ianto “Playing hide and seek - naked” in the hot house together but Tosh hadn’t been able to help from trying to get more details out of her. And when Ianto had walked in and caught them chatting she had felt as though her face would burn, the embarrassment of having been found out gossiping about him overwhelming her.
But what he had said to her had sent her pulse racing, the tone of his voice when he nonchalantly added, Maybe next time.
The way he had looked at her, that slight wink as he turned away, he had implied so much more with those words. She couldn’t help wondering what might have happened had it been her who had walked in on them. Would she have blushed and walked away? Would Jack have still invited her to join in, knowing she had no one waiting at home for her to safely hide behind?
Would she have run away or had the courage to say yes, to rise to the bait and step forward, to slide into their arms and...
It wasn’t as though she actually fancied Jack or Ianto but there was something about the thought of the two men together, of any two good looking men together, that was strangely appealing to her. After her encounter with Mary she had often wondered how it felt for two men together. The way she had felt so connected with Mary, was it just because they were two women or did it work for any same sex relationship? Did men feel as at ease around other men or was it awkward, no clear dominant male in the pack any more?
Would Jack still be the boss out of hours or would Ianto be in charge?
With a frustrated growl she flung the pillow off the bed and kicked the covers to one side, lying flat on her back in the dim room. She lay still for a moment, debating whether to carry on trying to sleep before giving in to her body's craving.
Rolling onto her side, her nightie rising up over her thighs as she moved, she pulled open the bedside drawer and dug around inside. Her fingers moved by memory straight to where she wanted, wrapping around the slender implement. Torchwood left little time for a love life, and one night stands had never really been her style, so she always had something stashed to get some relief.
Letting her hands grasp the sturdy base she brushed her fingertips over the rabbit and hoped the batteries still had enough charge left in them to do the trick. The toy was good but it drained the power like nobodies business. She was almost tempted to adapt some of the alien tech to extend their life but didn’t really think it was worth the effort. As for upgrading to something mains powered, the embarrassment of shopping for this one had been enough.
Sliding her fingers along the smooth deep red shaft she tried not to blush at the thought of what would happen if she got hit by a bus or something happened to her. All her belongings would become the property of Torchwood and, whilst she knew Jack wouldn’t even blink, the thought of her vibrator being boxed up in a garage somewhere was faintly ridiculous. All those silly sci fi stories about cloning someone from a few cells, she giggled a little at the thought of being cloned from a sex toy. But she was sure she wasn't the only member of Torchwood to have a few surprises in the closet.
If anything ever happened to Ianto what would they find at his place to box up?
Shivering a little at the thought she smiled and pulled out a small squeezy tube of lubricant. Tosh dribbled a tiny blob over the slightly curved tip of the toy before using her index finger to slowly spread it over the shaft. It was cold under her touch but she knew it would warm up soon enough. Once it was coated to her satisfaction she lay back and wriggled on the bed, settling her head comfortably on the pillows. Pulling the hem of her nightie up with her left hand she lay still, her right hand holding the rabbit upright, letting gravity pull the excess lube into a tiny droplet at its base, glistening in the dim light of her room.
Sliding her fingers between her legs Tosh grinned to herself as she slowly touched her lips, feeling the soft brush of the neat hair against the inside of her wrist and the slickness of her folds. Thinking of Jack and Ianto together had already put her on edge for most of the day and she was in the mood for some fast release, to exorcise the thought before it distracted her for yet another working day. Spreading herself wide, she twisted her other wrist and turned the rabbit upside down, gently pressing the tip between her lips, letting them wrap around it lightly.
The slickness of the lube was cold for a second but soon faded, her hand slowly slipping the tip along her folds, brushing it over her clit. Closing her eyes she rubbed it against herself and pressed the button on the base, letting a soft throb run through the long shaft, the ears still silent and unmoving; they were for later.
The vibrator felt firm against her as she let her free hand slide under her nightie to grasp her breast, her palm flat against its shape as she imagined walking into the hothouse, finding them both there. Joining them.
They would have stripped her quickly and surrounded her, their hands sliding over her body instead of her own. It was Ianto’s hand on her breast, holding her firm, his chest behind her back, supporting her and holding her up as her body drew close to collapse. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, his soft whispers in her ear, giving instructions to Jack.
It wasn’t the vibrator between her legs, it was Jack’s cock, the condom sheathed tip sliding along her folds, his hand grasping himself tight as he rubbed against her, watching the way her eyes closed and her face flushed. His hand was guiding his prick against her clit, pressing heavily against it and rubbing in the way that made her gasp.
It was Ianto’s fingers that pinched her nipple tight, making her moan, before cupping her tightly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nub, flicking it. His hand that slid up along her chest, stroking over her neck before sliding soft fingers against her lips, letting her tongue play over them, wetting them before returning to her breast. It was his nail that dug into the side of her breast, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting and send shivers up her spine.
The soft pressure against her folds was not the humming tip of the vibrator, it was the head of Jack’s cock, pressing against her, sliding against her entrance as though begging for entry. It was his mouth that shifted to kiss Ianto, the sound of their combined breath gently whispering in her ear.
Toshiko gasped as the pressure against her hole intensified, the tip too firm, too hard against her, it would never fit- Then, with just the slightest shift, it was inside her, the thick length pressing against the sensitive flesh, spreading her wide. It was still cool inside her, slick but her body was resisting it, pushing it - him - away.
It was Iantos whispered command in her ear that made her let out a shaky breath, relaxing and going with the flow, allowing him in further. He was so firm inside her, his smooth length making her gasp as it slid further-
The tips of the rabbits ears hitting her lips brought Toshiko back to the present with a thud. She hastily brought her free hand down to guide them safely along her folds to nestle snugly against her clit, embracing it tightly. She could hear the rabbits thrum change tone, its vibrations safely contained inside her body, her muscles pressing against its mechanics and making it work harder. Her body was longing for release, the fantasy and the reality combining to drive her crazy. It wouldn’t take much more to drop her over the edge.
Pressing down on the buttons, she easily found her favourite combination and gasped as the rabbits ears burst into life, tickling her mercilessly. Shifting the toy a little to get it perfectly aligned she hastily slid her free hand back to her breast, grasping tight and reclaiming the fantasy as she drew closer to her climax.
They had her pinned between them, her legs wrapped around Jack as he thrust, shallow but quick, pushing into her in a frenzied rhythm that made her gasp with each stroke, the breath leaving her body and making her light headed. It was so wrong, so naughty, they were colleagues and had to be able to depend on each other with their lives but now all she wanted to do was depend on them for her pleasure. It was Ianto’s thumb and forefinger gripping her nipple tight, tugging just the right amount to send both pleasure and pain shooting through her breast. It was Jack inside her, holding her tight and using her body to bring himself off.
It was Ianto’s fingertips wrapping over her body and snuggling either side of her clit, rubbing and teasing and driving her crazy in time to the slamming of Jack’s hips against her body, it was them both, it was her friends, with nothing on their minds but her, her pleasure, her climax-
Shuddering, breathing hard and stiffening around the toy, Toshiko came silently, her body enjoying every second of the toys ministrations, finally getting the release it had craved all day. The fantasy began to fade but not before a blush joined the flush of afterglow on her skin. Gently easing the toy out, her fingers hastily found the buttons and sent the rabbit back to sleep.
The only sound was the soft gasping of her breath as she came down again, her heart pounding in her ears as she let her embarrassment wash over her. Standing the toy on the side and letting her hand drop back to her side she pulled the sheets back up over her body, pre-empting the cool down that was to follow now she was done. Tosh had got what she wanted.
She had come, hard, thinking of her boss and her friend, imagining them doing things that she would never dare to really do. Nor would she really want them to if she was honest with herself.
But the fantasy made her heart race still. The thought that one day the flirting and looks and fun that went with working at Torchwood would actually come to something, would actually mean what they implied was attractive. The idea of two men that she trusted and cared for deeply wanting her, desiring her, seeing her as more than a friend or the tech geek was intoxicating. She felt beautiful.
The sleep her body needed as much as the release began to finally claim her and she grinned to herself, stretching on the bed and sliding her legs together, ignoring the slight stickiness between her thighs. That was one good thing about fantasy; generally imagination was cleaner than the real thing. Plus she got to have the whole bed to herself afterwards and no snoring.
Pulling the duvet up to wrap snugly around her, Toshiko closed her eyes and settled down into the soft layers. A little harmless flirting and the odd fantasy didn’t do any real harm. Besides, it wasn’t like they would ever actually offer.
Unless the next time they needed an extra player for naked hide and seek she just happened to be working late...
The End
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Author:jovialien
Characters: Tosh, mentions of Jack and Ianto, brief mentions of Gwen and Owen
Ratings: eh, NC 17 I guess
Warnings: Spoilers for Adrift
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys and girls. If I did Torchwood would never make it past the UK censors and COE would have ended very differently.
Summary: Its been a long day and Tosh needs a little light release. And she knows just what shes craving...
Authors Notes: This is my first pwp since COE and I'm a little out of practice so please, be gentle!
Torchwood Hub automatic CCTV transcription records
File number: 298678/748
Time index: 10:34
Tosh: “I can’t believe you actually walked in on them! What were they...?”
Gwen: “Oh Tosh, you should have seen it, they were naked, in the hot house, I swear I didn’t know where to look!”
Owen: “Somehow I find that very hard to believe. Where to look first on the other hand-“
Gwen: “Oi! I averted my gaze I’ll have you know. Was all a bit, well, sordid really. I mean, I never really understood the attraction of two men together.”
Tosh: “Really? You mean you never wondered... You know.”
Gwen: “God no! I mean all that, that... well it’s not exactly what I’d call hygienic.”
Owen: “As a doctor, I can confirm that as long as appropriate precautions are taken then whatever two consenting adults choose to get up to is a) medically safe and b) none of our business.”
Gwen: “Yeah but it’s all a bit icky though isn’t it? That can’t be healthy. Can it?”
Owen: “You mean you’ve never tried it with Rhys? Never had him try the back-“
Gwen: “No of course not!”
Owen: “And you’ve never tried spicing things up by giving him a little up the old-”
*whistling noise*
Gwen: “OWEN! I am not going to- I have work to do. I can’t sit around here gossiping with you two all day.”
*sound of chair scraping and heels walking away*
Owen: “Strange as that was all she was doing for the past half hour.”
Tosh: “Mmm. Still it must have been a shock for her, catching them like that.”
Owen: “Had to happen eventually, it’s inevitable really.”
Ianto: “What’s inevitable?”
Owen: “Umm... That they would make a new Star Trek film, amount of money caught up in that franchise, no way they’d let it die.”
Ianto: “Star Trek. So that’s why Gwen’s slamming things around, you had a disagreement over Star Trek.”
Owen: “Uh yeah, yeah. You know, maybe I should go check she’s okay, don’t want her wrecking the place now do we, I’ll just um...”
........
Ianto: “She told you then.”
Tosh: “No she- Yes, she did.”
Ianto: “Did she tell you Jack invited her to join in, that he told her we could do with 'an extra player'?”
Tosh: “You’re kidding?! You’re not kidding.”
Ianto: “Wish I was. Annoying thing is, if it had been anyone but Gwen I might have agreed.”
Tosh: “Sorry I missed it.”
Ianto: "Oh really?"
Tosh: “I don’t mean sorry I missed the invitation, well I mean, not that I...”
Ianto: “I know what you mean.”
Ianto: “Maybe next time though.”
*************************************
Toshiko Sato couldn’t sleep, her hands reaching out from under the covers to pummel her pillow mercilessly, trying to get comfortable. Problem was she couldn’t get the conversation from that morning out of her head, the image of Gwen walking in on... On what?
Gwen had been surprisingly coy about the details, saying only that she had found Jack and Ianto “Playing hide and seek - naked” in the hot house together but Tosh hadn’t been able to help from trying to get more details out of her. And when Ianto had walked in and caught them chatting she had felt as though her face would burn, the embarrassment of having been found out gossiping about him overwhelming her.
But what he had said to her had sent her pulse racing, the tone of his voice when he nonchalantly added, Maybe next time.
The way he had looked at her, that slight wink as he turned away, he had implied so much more with those words. She couldn’t help wondering what might have happened had it been her who had walked in on them. Would she have blushed and walked away? Would Jack have still invited her to join in, knowing she had no one waiting at home for her to safely hide behind?
Would she have run away or had the courage to say yes, to rise to the bait and step forward, to slide into their arms and...
It wasn’t as though she actually fancied Jack or Ianto but there was something about the thought of the two men together, of any two good looking men together, that was strangely appealing to her. After her encounter with Mary she had often wondered how it felt for two men together. The way she had felt so connected with Mary, was it just because they were two women or did it work for any same sex relationship? Did men feel as at ease around other men or was it awkward, no clear dominant male in the pack any more?
Would Jack still be the boss out of hours or would Ianto be in charge?
With a frustrated growl she flung the pillow off the bed and kicked the covers to one side, lying flat on her back in the dim room. She lay still for a moment, debating whether to carry on trying to sleep before giving in to her body's craving.
Rolling onto her side, her nightie rising up over her thighs as she moved, she pulled open the bedside drawer and dug around inside. Her fingers moved by memory straight to where she wanted, wrapping around the slender implement. Torchwood left little time for a love life, and one night stands had never really been her style, so she always had something stashed to get some relief.
Letting her hands grasp the sturdy base she brushed her fingertips over the rabbit and hoped the batteries still had enough charge left in them to do the trick. The toy was good but it drained the power like nobodies business. She was almost tempted to adapt some of the alien tech to extend their life but didn’t really think it was worth the effort. As for upgrading to something mains powered, the embarrassment of shopping for this one had been enough.
Sliding her fingers along the smooth deep red shaft she tried not to blush at the thought of what would happen if she got hit by a bus or something happened to her. All her belongings would become the property of Torchwood and, whilst she knew Jack wouldn’t even blink, the thought of her vibrator being boxed up in a garage somewhere was faintly ridiculous. All those silly sci fi stories about cloning someone from a few cells, she giggled a little at the thought of being cloned from a sex toy. But she was sure she wasn't the only member of Torchwood to have a few surprises in the closet.
If anything ever happened to Ianto what would they find at his place to box up?
Shivering a little at the thought she smiled and pulled out a small squeezy tube of lubricant. Tosh dribbled a tiny blob over the slightly curved tip of the toy before using her index finger to slowly spread it over the shaft. It was cold under her touch but she knew it would warm up soon enough. Once it was coated to her satisfaction she lay back and wriggled on the bed, settling her head comfortably on the pillows. Pulling the hem of her nightie up with her left hand she lay still, her right hand holding the rabbit upright, letting gravity pull the excess lube into a tiny droplet at its base, glistening in the dim light of her room.
Sliding her fingers between her legs Tosh grinned to herself as she slowly touched her lips, feeling the soft brush of the neat hair against the inside of her wrist and the slickness of her folds. Thinking of Jack and Ianto together had already put her on edge for most of the day and she was in the mood for some fast release, to exorcise the thought before it distracted her for yet another working day. Spreading herself wide, she twisted her other wrist and turned the rabbit upside down, gently pressing the tip between her lips, letting them wrap around it lightly.
The slickness of the lube was cold for a second but soon faded, her hand slowly slipping the tip along her folds, brushing it over her clit. Closing her eyes she rubbed it against herself and pressed the button on the base, letting a soft throb run through the long shaft, the ears still silent and unmoving; they were for later.
The vibrator felt firm against her as she let her free hand slide under her nightie to grasp her breast, her palm flat against its shape as she imagined walking into the hothouse, finding them both there. Joining them.
They would have stripped her quickly and surrounded her, their hands sliding over her body instead of her own. It was Ianto’s hand on her breast, holding her firm, his chest behind her back, supporting her and holding her up as her body drew close to collapse. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, his soft whispers in her ear, giving instructions to Jack.
It wasn’t the vibrator between her legs, it was Jack’s cock, the condom sheathed tip sliding along her folds, his hand grasping himself tight as he rubbed against her, watching the way her eyes closed and her face flushed. His hand was guiding his prick against her clit, pressing heavily against it and rubbing in the way that made her gasp.
It was Ianto’s fingers that pinched her nipple tight, making her moan, before cupping her tightly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nub, flicking it. His hand that slid up along her chest, stroking over her neck before sliding soft fingers against her lips, letting her tongue play over them, wetting them before returning to her breast. It was his nail that dug into the side of her breast, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting and send shivers up her spine.
The soft pressure against her folds was not the humming tip of the vibrator, it was the head of Jack’s cock, pressing against her, sliding against her entrance as though begging for entry. It was his mouth that shifted to kiss Ianto, the sound of their combined breath gently whispering in her ear.
Toshiko gasped as the pressure against her hole intensified, the tip too firm, too hard against her, it would never fit- Then, with just the slightest shift, it was inside her, the thick length pressing against the sensitive flesh, spreading her wide. It was still cool inside her, slick but her body was resisting it, pushing it - him - away.
It was Iantos whispered command in her ear that made her let out a shaky breath, relaxing and going with the flow, allowing him in further. He was so firm inside her, his smooth length making her gasp as it slid further-
The tips of the rabbits ears hitting her lips brought Toshiko back to the present with a thud. She hastily brought her free hand down to guide them safely along her folds to nestle snugly against her clit, embracing it tightly. She could hear the rabbits thrum change tone, its vibrations safely contained inside her body, her muscles pressing against its mechanics and making it work harder. Her body was longing for release, the fantasy and the reality combining to drive her crazy. It wouldn’t take much more to drop her over the edge.
Pressing down on the buttons, she easily found her favourite combination and gasped as the rabbits ears burst into life, tickling her mercilessly. Shifting the toy a little to get it perfectly aligned she hastily slid her free hand back to her breast, grasping tight and reclaiming the fantasy as she drew closer to her climax.
They had her pinned between them, her legs wrapped around Jack as he thrust, shallow but quick, pushing into her in a frenzied rhythm that made her gasp with each stroke, the breath leaving her body and making her light headed. It was so wrong, so naughty, they were colleagues and had to be able to depend on each other with their lives but now all she wanted to do was depend on them for her pleasure. It was Ianto’s thumb and forefinger gripping her nipple tight, tugging just the right amount to send both pleasure and pain shooting through her breast. It was Jack inside her, holding her tight and using her body to bring himself off.
It was Ianto’s fingertips wrapping over her body and snuggling either side of her clit, rubbing and teasing and driving her crazy in time to the slamming of Jack’s hips against her body, it was them both, it was her friends, with nothing on their minds but her, her pleasure, her climax-
Shuddering, breathing hard and stiffening around the toy, Toshiko came silently, her body enjoying every second of the toys ministrations, finally getting the release it had craved all day. The fantasy began to fade but not before a blush joined the flush of afterglow on her skin. Gently easing the toy out, her fingers hastily found the buttons and sent the rabbit back to sleep.
The only sound was the soft gasping of her breath as she came down again, her heart pounding in her ears as she let her embarrassment wash over her. Standing the toy on the side and letting her hand drop back to her side she pulled the sheets back up over her body, pre-empting the cool down that was to follow now she was done. Tosh had got what she wanted.
She had come, hard, thinking of her boss and her friend, imagining them doing things that she would never dare to really do. Nor would she really want them to if she was honest with herself.
But the fantasy made her heart race still. The thought that one day the flirting and looks and fun that went with working at Torchwood would actually come to something, would actually mean what they implied was attractive. The idea of two men that she trusted and cared for deeply wanting her, desiring her, seeing her as more than a friend or the tech geek was intoxicating. She felt beautiful.
The sleep her body needed as much as the release began to finally claim her and she grinned to herself, stretching on the bed and sliding her legs together, ignoring the slight stickiness between her thighs. That was one good thing about fantasy; generally imagination was cleaner than the real thing. Plus she got to have the whole bed to herself afterwards and no snoring.
Pulling the duvet up to wrap snugly around her, Toshiko closed her eyes and settled down into the soft layers. A little harmless flirting and the odd fantasy didn’t do any real harm. Besides, it wasn’t like they would ever actually offer.
Unless the next time they needed an extra player for naked hide and seek she just happened to be working late...
The End
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