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Title: 45u389 Coral
Rating: R
Pairing: kinda Gwen/Suzie idk
Spoilers: Through They Keep Killing Suzie
Wordcount: 203
A/N: Possible rape/drug warnings. Concrit is the gin to my tonic <3
They are in the car together.
She changed the pre-set radio stations, and now they are listening to something with no steady voice, just a beat and occassional shouts that are too hard to decipher.
It feels like Suzie should not be in the passenger seat.
They just left hospital, and before they came out the visitor doors, Gwen saw the lights on the nurses' board turn red, red, red. All of it bleeding towards one room, one ward, one elevator they just came out of.
Her head hurts.
Her jeans are unbuttoned.
They've left the starched cocoon of hospital, though, and Suzie has given her two pills and the brackish water left over from the SUV's earlier trips, since Ianto hadn't had a chance to clean out the cup-holders.
But Suzie handed them to her, and urged her to drink, there in the parking lot, Suzie's hand stroking her throat, along the line of her jugular, swallow, swallow, like a wounded animal. Here is the succor, take it, shhhhhhhh.
Where are they? Gwen cannot honestly say. She thinks she can smell the sea, but there are hands stroking over her face, drowning it out with antiseptic.
Rating: R
Pairing: kinda Gwen/Suzie idk
Spoilers: Through They Keep Killing Suzie
Wordcount: 203
A/N: Possible rape/drug warnings. Concrit is the gin to my tonic <3
They are in the car together.
She changed the pre-set radio stations, and now they are listening to something with no steady voice, just a beat and occassional shouts that are too hard to decipher.
It feels like Suzie should not be in the passenger seat.
They just left hospital, and before they came out the visitor doors, Gwen saw the lights on the nurses' board turn red, red, red. All of it bleeding towards one room, one ward, one elevator they just came out of.
Her head hurts.
Her jeans are unbuttoned.
They've left the starched cocoon of hospital, though, and Suzie has given her two pills and the brackish water left over from the SUV's earlier trips, since Ianto hadn't had a chance to clean out the cup-holders.
But Suzie handed them to her, and urged her to drink, there in the parking lot, Suzie's hand stroking her throat, along the line of her jugular, swallow, swallow, like a wounded animal. Here is the succor, take it, shhhhhhhh.
Where are they? Gwen cannot honestly say. She thinks she can smell the sea, but there are hands stroking over her face, drowning it out with antiseptic.