Dream Jack
Title: Dream Jack
Author: Mizzclara
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Gwen, Jack, mention of Rhys
Pairing: Gwen/Jack
Summary: Gwen has a morning to remember.
For the second morning in a row, Gwen Cooper had woken up to an empty, cold bed. Rhys had on a ‘drink as much as you can’ weekend with Banana Boat, and it left her feeling alone. She gave a short yawn and stood up out of the bed.
She was not alone, however, for as she opened the curtains to another slightly grey day in Cardiff, she felt someone’s presence in the room. It radiated around the room, reflecting on her, they were watching her every breath.
Gwen turned, half expecting it to be Rhys, half expecting it to be an alien from the rift. It was in fact, Captain Jack Harkness, standing in the doorway. Standing in that way that meant he owned the room and gained everyone’s full attention.
“Jack? What are you doing here? Has something happened?” She starting, walking towards him, and reaching for her fluffy violet dressing gown. He shook his head and before she had the chance to pull her arm into the sleeve of the gown, it was thrown across the room.
“I just came to see you, Gwen Cooper.” Jack smiled, reaching out to touch the side of her neck, stroking the soft skin with one finger. Gwen shivered as he then stroked all the way along her collar bone, slipping off the small strap of her nighty.
“Okay.” Gwen managed, watching Jack’s finger continue down her arm before grasping her hand with the rest of his. Jack lifted up her hand, kissing it softly before looking back into Gwen’s big, shining eyes. He dropped her hand as he moved one step closer to Gwen; she could feel his warm heat and smell his soft scent.
Jack kissed her on the lips, softly at first, once, twice, three times before he pushed her lips open and let his tongue meet hers. Their eyes fluttered closed as they leaned into each other, pressing themselves together, every inch possible, like their lives depended on it. As Jack pulled away, Gwen gave a small moan, followed by an attempt to catch her breath back.
Gwen leaned in to kiss him again, feeling the hardness in his trousers as she pushed herself against him. He swung his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the window behind them.
Jack then slide his hands across her back, feeling her freckle-dotted skin beneath his fingers. He pushed off the other strap of her nighty and watched as it then fell to the floor. Gwen moaned again as he ran his hands along the front of her body, feeling her soft, supple breasts, her hardening nipples, then across her stomach until they reached her panties.
Gwen grabbed his hands firmly and looked up at him. “I think we should move away from the window, what if somebody sees us?” Jack rested his head of her shoulder and looked through the window, then turning into her ear.
“But isn’t that exciting, the thrill of thinking, what if someone can see us? What if Rhys comes back early? Isn’t this what you want?” Jack hand a point, Gwen thought, what if Rhys did come home early, she shouldn’t even be doing this. All thoughts of that however, flew out of her mind as the silence was broken with the sudden sound of a zip.
She turned her attention to see that Jack had already lost his shirts and was now losing his trousers as she looked, fixed in between the cold window and the warm heat of Jack. “Hurry up then.” She groaned as she saw a rather impressive cock bounce out of rather constricting pants.
“Are you sure?” Is all he said before latching onto her neck and kissing that spot just there that made her go weak at the knees. Gwen nodded as well as she could as he continued to kiss, lick and nibble his way from one side of her neck to the other.
Jack ran his hand along her thigh, reaching for her panties and pulling them away and down her legs, hearing the dull, soft thud as they hit the floor. He then felt across her, kissing her again as he pushed one finger inside her. Rubbing his thumb on the small bundle of nerves just outside her as he added another finger.
Gwen moaned, Jack had managed to find just the right place and God it felt good. She could feel herself slowly being dragged towards the edge of her orgasm. Jack kissed her again and again, on and around her lips.
She shivered, feeling herself get closer and closer until Jack stopped. She felt cheated as the so very welcomed fingers left her feeling empty after such a feeling. But all of this changed as she felt Jack pick her up once again, supporting her legs with his strong arms and pushing her hard against the wall next to the window.
She moaned as he kissed and licked her nipples, she felt them become increasingly harder under Jack’s touch, now all she wanted was for him to fuck her, no more niceties; she wanted the teasing to stop. “Jack,” her voice nothing beyond a whisper, “fuck me right now, please.”
Jack chuckled softly as he pushed inside her. They both managed a groan as they settled to each other. Gwen’s head felt back against the wall as Jack began to move, pushing himself further and further inside her with every thrust.
Any thoughts of passersby, and even Rhys, left Gwen’s head completely. All she could think of was Jack, Jack’s arms around her, Jack’s intoxicating scent, Jack’s thick cock inside her. Then she came, harder than she could ever remember, it became too much as she stilled against the wall and waited for the aftershocks to pulse through her.
Gwen fell slightly as the sudden dead weight on Jack’s arms became a little too much. He gave a short, throaty cry before coming inside Gwen, filling her before slipping out his cock. He carried her to the bed and watched as her eyes fluttered closed again. He smiled, reaching out to stroke the dark brown hair from her sweat-beaded face.
Jack stood up and took the alarm clock in his hands. He changed the time back to 5.30am before setting it down on the side. He then picked up his clothes and closed the curtains. “Sleep well, Gwen Cooper.”
***
The alarm sounded at 7.30, Gwen hit it, feeling a sudden sense of de ja vu as she stood up and walked over to the curtains. She opened them, remembering why it was so familiar, Jack was here and they fucked. Or was it just a dream? She brushed it off, it must have been, she thought, picking up a disguarded nighty and putting it on, grabbedher dressing gown and shuffled into the kitchen.
Author: Mizzclara
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Gwen, Jack, mention of Rhys
Pairing: Gwen/Jack
Summary: Gwen has a morning to remember.
For the second morning in a row, Gwen Cooper had woken up to an empty, cold bed. Rhys had on a ‘drink as much as you can’ weekend with Banana Boat, and it left her feeling alone. She gave a short yawn and stood up out of the bed.
She was not alone, however, for as she opened the curtains to another slightly grey day in Cardiff, she felt someone’s presence in the room. It radiated around the room, reflecting on her, they were watching her every breath.
Gwen turned, half expecting it to be Rhys, half expecting it to be an alien from the rift. It was in fact, Captain Jack Harkness, standing in the doorway. Standing in that way that meant he owned the room and gained everyone’s full attention.
“Jack? What are you doing here? Has something happened?” She starting, walking towards him, and reaching for her fluffy violet dressing gown. He shook his head and before she had the chance to pull her arm into the sleeve of the gown, it was thrown across the room.
“I just came to see you, Gwen Cooper.” Jack smiled, reaching out to touch the side of her neck, stroking the soft skin with one finger. Gwen shivered as he then stroked all the way along her collar bone, slipping off the small strap of her nighty.
“Okay.” Gwen managed, watching Jack’s finger continue down her arm before grasping her hand with the rest of his. Jack lifted up her hand, kissing it softly before looking back into Gwen’s big, shining eyes. He dropped her hand as he moved one step closer to Gwen; she could feel his warm heat and smell his soft scent.
Jack kissed her on the lips, softly at first, once, twice, three times before he pushed her lips open and let his tongue meet hers. Their eyes fluttered closed as they leaned into each other, pressing themselves together, every inch possible, like their lives depended on it. As Jack pulled away, Gwen gave a small moan, followed by an attempt to catch her breath back.
Gwen leaned in to kiss him again, feeling the hardness in his trousers as she pushed herself against him. He swung his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the window behind them.
Jack then slide his hands across her back, feeling her freckle-dotted skin beneath his fingers. He pushed off the other strap of her nighty and watched as it then fell to the floor. Gwen moaned again as he ran his hands along the front of her body, feeling her soft, supple breasts, her hardening nipples, then across her stomach until they reached her panties.
Gwen grabbed his hands firmly and looked up at him. “I think we should move away from the window, what if somebody sees us?” Jack rested his head of her shoulder and looked through the window, then turning into her ear.
“But isn’t that exciting, the thrill of thinking, what if someone can see us? What if Rhys comes back early? Isn’t this what you want?” Jack hand a point, Gwen thought, what if Rhys did come home early, she shouldn’t even be doing this. All thoughts of that however, flew out of her mind as the silence was broken with the sudden sound of a zip.
She turned her attention to see that Jack had already lost his shirts and was now losing his trousers as she looked, fixed in between the cold window and the warm heat of Jack. “Hurry up then.” She groaned as she saw a rather impressive cock bounce out of rather constricting pants.
“Are you sure?” Is all he said before latching onto her neck and kissing that spot just there that made her go weak at the knees. Gwen nodded as well as she could as he continued to kiss, lick and nibble his way from one side of her neck to the other.
Jack ran his hand along her thigh, reaching for her panties and pulling them away and down her legs, hearing the dull, soft thud as they hit the floor. He then felt across her, kissing her again as he pushed one finger inside her. Rubbing his thumb on the small bundle of nerves just outside her as he added another finger.
Gwen moaned, Jack had managed to find just the right place and God it felt good. She could feel herself slowly being dragged towards the edge of her orgasm. Jack kissed her again and again, on and around her lips.
She shivered, feeling herself get closer and closer until Jack stopped. She felt cheated as the so very welcomed fingers left her feeling empty after such a feeling. But all of this changed as she felt Jack pick her up once again, supporting her legs with his strong arms and pushing her hard against the wall next to the window.
She moaned as he kissed and licked her nipples, she felt them become increasingly harder under Jack’s touch, now all she wanted was for him to fuck her, no more niceties; she wanted the teasing to stop. “Jack,” her voice nothing beyond a whisper, “fuck me right now, please.”
Jack chuckled softly as he pushed inside her. They both managed a groan as they settled to each other. Gwen’s head felt back against the wall as Jack began to move, pushing himself further and further inside her with every thrust.
Any thoughts of passersby, and even Rhys, left Gwen’s head completely. All she could think of was Jack, Jack’s arms around her, Jack’s intoxicating scent, Jack’s thick cock inside her. Then she came, harder than she could ever remember, it became too much as she stilled against the wall and waited for the aftershocks to pulse through her.
Gwen fell slightly as the sudden dead weight on Jack’s arms became a little too much. He gave a short, throaty cry before coming inside Gwen, filling her before slipping out his cock. He carried her to the bed and watched as her eyes fluttered closed again. He smiled, reaching out to stroke the dark brown hair from her sweat-beaded face.
Jack stood up and took the alarm clock in his hands. He changed the time back to 5.30am before setting it down on the side. He then picked up his clothes and closed the curtains. “Sleep well, Gwen Cooper.”
***
The alarm sounded at 7.30, Gwen hit it, feeling a sudden sense of de ja vu as she stood up and walked over to the curtains. She opened them, remembering why it was so familiar, Jack was here and they fucked. Or was it just a dream? She brushed it off, it must have been, she thought, picking up a disguarded nighty and putting it on, grabbedher dressing gown and shuffled into the kitchen.