Ficlet: Mississippi (Gwen/Owen, R)
From
wojelah , for
raisintorte , after fourteen hours at the office, who wanted Torchwood's Gwen/Owen and Mississippi.
"M-i-s-s-i-s-s-... shit Gwen, ah... i-s-s-i... i..."
She hauled in a breath, flattened her palms against his chest, and grinned. "I win."
He growled. "Don't stop."
She moved her hips, once, twice, then froze again. "Admit it," she taunted. "I win."
"Like hell," His hands settled on her hips, a finger tracing slow across her stomach.
Gwen shuddered. "I believe the phrase you used was 'so hard I can't think straight.'"
Owen smiled, shark-sharp, and then her world turned. Literally. "I think you'll find," he muttered, settling over her, "that what I said was 'so hard you can't think straight.'"
"Yeah?" She wrapped her hands around his neck, arched her hips, and smirked when he hissed.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Your turn." He started to move, slow and just the other side of careful.
She fought for breath, fought for a clear space in her head, and started in. "M-i... -s-s..."
wojelah , for
raisintorte , after fourteen hours at the office, who wanted Torchwood's Gwen/Owen and Mississippi.
"M-i-s-s-i-s-s-... shit Gwen, ah... i-s-s-i... i..."
She hauled in a breath, flattened her palms against his chest, and grinned. "I win."
He growled. "Don't stop."
She moved her hips, once, twice, then froze again. "Admit it," she taunted. "I win."
"Like hell," His hands settled on her hips, a finger tracing slow across her stomach.
Gwen shuddered. "I believe the phrase you used was 'so hard I can't think straight.'"
Owen smiled, shark-sharp, and then her world turned. Literally. "I think you'll find," he muttered, settling over her, "that what I said was 'so hard you can't think straight.'"
"Yeah?" She wrapped her hands around his neck, arched her hips, and smirked when he hissed.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Your turn." He started to move, slow and just the other side of careful.
She fought for breath, fought for a clear space in her head, and started in. "M-i... -s-s..."