Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, Part 4 of 4
Title: Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again,
Part Four-Coda
Author: veritas6_5
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: M for adult situations
Pairing: Gwen and Jack
Words: 1,114
Warning: Bad dreams
Classification: Ten years from now.
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, new life
Disclaimer: All characters belong to BBC and RTD. I mean them no harm. No copyright infringement is intended. I just take them out to play with them. I’ll put them right back.
Beta: karaokegal, the finest ever
Summary: Staying here. I’ve found the one I’ve waited for.
A/N: This was originally intended as a one-shot, but the second and third parts didn’t want it that way. Now there are three parts and a coda. Please review. I’m reposting all the parts together for the sake of coherence.
Part Four-Coda
Gwen rolled over in bed and shivered. Her feet were cold. She reached out for Jack’s warmth, and found his side of the bed empty. She whimpered a bit, and threw back the covers to get up. She found Jack’s discarded tee and slipped it over her head, reveling in the smell of his body clinging to the fabric. She padded barefoot into the lounge and kitchen, looking for him. She finally found him out in the garden, lying on a padded lounge chair, staring at the sky.
She whispered his name, and he turned his head to her. “What are you doing out here?” she asked him.
“Just looking at the stars,” he replied softly. He moved over a bit on the lounge so she could lay down next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, cuddling close.
“You feeling stifled?” she asked him, hating herself for asking.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “No,” he said patiently, “just looking at the stars. They’re really beautiful tonight. There’s no moon, and you can see the Milky Way.”
She looked up at the night sky. “It is lovely,” she agreed, and hugged him tight again. “I woke up and you were gone,” she complained. “My feet are cold.”
Jack pulled the knitted afghan up from the bottom of the chair and wrapped Gwen in it, tucking it around her feet. “You won’t get warmed up out here,” he said.
“I will if you hold me,” she countered.
“I’m holding you, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear, “I’m not going anywhere.” She shivered, and he continued. “You don’t have to worry every time you miss me.”
“I don’t,” she said sleepily. “It’s just that my feet were cold.” She wiggled against him. “I’m warming up. I’m gonna go back to bed.” She put her hands to his cheeks and kissed his face.
“I’ll be right along,” he assured her. “Save me a space.”
She giggled, and scurried back into the house, bouncing into the bed, and pulling the covers up to her chin. It had been more than six months since their return from Woman Wept, and that strange trip with the Doctor and his little blue box that had marked such a turning point for her; for Jack, and their life together.
It was close to a year since he had found her here in the north, trying to hide from life, and now it was almost the end of the summer, she realized. She closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but Jack slipped between the sheets before she drifted off, and slipped his hands up under the shirt she still wore, caressing her sides and her breasts. She moved against his hands, holding one hand still against her chest.
“You always do that with me,” he said.
“Feeling your heart beat,” she explained. “I love the sound and the feel of your heart, and how alive you are to me.” She held his large hand in hers. “I was just thinking how lucky we’ve been this year.”
His hand curled and cupped her breast. “Yes,” he breathed. “Lucky.”
She turned her back to him and he spooned against her, his breath warm against the back of her neck. “I love you,” he said. “I wasn’t leaving you, you know that.”
Gwen nodded. “I know, you promised, and I believe you. But there’s a powerful attraction for you in those stars, isn’t there?”
He pressed his lips to her neck. “There is,” he said. “But it’s not as powerful as the one keeping me here.” His arms were strong around her, and his legs entwined with hers. He slipped the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. “I like you naked in my bed,” he said. She surrendered herself entirely to him. He was kissing a line from the nape of her neck down her spine, and the feel of his lips made her body flush with pleasure. “You don’t have anything to get up early for tomorrow, do you?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she said, “nothing.”
He pushed his hands into her hair, tangling the soft strands in his fingers, while his mouth continued exploring her back, licking and occasionally biting gently at her soft flesh.
She shifted her body suddenly, turning in his embrace to rub her face against his chest, licking a line up his neck to his chin. Then she nestled her head into his neck, pushing her fingertips up the side of his neck to the sensitive spot behind his ear, and around the back of his neck, caressing the cowlick where his hair never would lie flat. “I love you, too. So much. You saved my life. You are my life.”
“Don’t say that,” he reproved her with a kiss to her lips. “Your vitality is what I treasure about you. You give me meaning.”
She pushed his shoulder, “Oh, you! I must call this meeting of the Mutual Admiration Society adjourned.” She sighed. “We should go back to sleep, or we’ll be rubbish in the morning.”
“You said you didn’t need to get up early,” he said, his lips moving against her throat.
“I don’t.”
“Kiss me,” he implored, “just kiss me.”
“You know what that will lead to,” she said.
“Yup,” Jack said with satisfaction, moving his hands on her body in the way she loved.
She gave herself up to the sensations of his touch, and reached for his erection pressing into her belly, wrapping her hand around it and making him moan with pleasure. At the same time, she was kissing him assiduously, passionately, moving slowly down his torso until she reached the curly hair wreathing his penis. She moved her fingers through the thicket and cupped his balls, gently pressing and rolling the firm lobes in the fingers of her other hand. She pulled back the foreskin of his penis and ran her tongue around the bared head, touching the tip of her tongue to the tender slit. He gasped, writhing under her touch, but carefully not pulling away from her.
As she sensed him nearing ejaculation, in one fluid movement she braced herself on her arms, and drew him into herself, and the warmth of her enveloped him and pulled him to his climax. She came powerfully along with him and then slumped atop his length, deliciously tired and ready to sleep.
“You howled!” he said.
Gwen nodded against him. “Mmm. Sleepy now.”
He pulled her over and she nestled tightly into his side. He murmured wordlessly into her ear, and she sighed deeply, already half asleep.
xxx
Part Four-Coda
Author: veritas6_5
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: M for adult situations
Pairing: Gwen and Jack
Words: 1,114
Warning: Bad dreams
Classification: Ten years from now.
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, new life
Disclaimer: All characters belong to BBC and RTD. I mean them no harm. No copyright infringement is intended. I just take them out to play with them. I’ll put them right back.
Beta: karaokegal, the finest ever
Summary: Staying here. I’ve found the one I’ve waited for.
A/N: This was originally intended as a one-shot, but the second and third parts didn’t want it that way. Now there are three parts and a coda. Please review. I’m reposting all the parts together for the sake of coherence.
Part Four-Coda
Gwen rolled over in bed and shivered. Her feet were cold. She reached out for Jack’s warmth, and found his side of the bed empty. She whimpered a bit, and threw back the covers to get up. She found Jack’s discarded tee and slipped it over her head, reveling in the smell of his body clinging to the fabric. She padded barefoot into the lounge and kitchen, looking for him. She finally found him out in the garden, lying on a padded lounge chair, staring at the sky.
She whispered his name, and he turned his head to her. “What are you doing out here?” she asked him.
“Just looking at the stars,” he replied softly. He moved over a bit on the lounge so she could lay down next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, cuddling close.
“You feeling stifled?” she asked him, hating herself for asking.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “No,” he said patiently, “just looking at the stars. They’re really beautiful tonight. There’s no moon, and you can see the Milky Way.”
She looked up at the night sky. “It is lovely,” she agreed, and hugged him tight again. “I woke up and you were gone,” she complained. “My feet are cold.”
Jack pulled the knitted afghan up from the bottom of the chair and wrapped Gwen in it, tucking it around her feet. “You won’t get warmed up out here,” he said.
“I will if you hold me,” she countered.
“I’m holding you, sweetheart,” he whispered into her ear, “I’m not going anywhere.” She shivered, and he continued. “You don’t have to worry every time you miss me.”
“I don’t,” she said sleepily. “It’s just that my feet were cold.” She wiggled against him. “I’m warming up. I’m gonna go back to bed.” She put her hands to his cheeks and kissed his face.
“I’ll be right along,” he assured her. “Save me a space.”
She giggled, and scurried back into the house, bouncing into the bed, and pulling the covers up to her chin. It had been more than six months since their return from Woman Wept, and that strange trip with the Doctor and his little blue box that had marked such a turning point for her; for Jack, and their life together.
It was close to a year since he had found her here in the north, trying to hide from life, and now it was almost the end of the summer, she realized. She closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but Jack slipped between the sheets before she drifted off, and slipped his hands up under the shirt she still wore, caressing her sides and her breasts. She moved against his hands, holding one hand still against her chest.
“You always do that with me,” he said.
“Feeling your heart beat,” she explained. “I love the sound and the feel of your heart, and how alive you are to me.” She held his large hand in hers. “I was just thinking how lucky we’ve been this year.”
His hand curled and cupped her breast. “Yes,” he breathed. “Lucky.”
She turned her back to him and he spooned against her, his breath warm against the back of her neck. “I love you,” he said. “I wasn’t leaving you, you know that.”
Gwen nodded. “I know, you promised, and I believe you. But there’s a powerful attraction for you in those stars, isn’t there?”
He pressed his lips to her neck. “There is,” he said. “But it’s not as powerful as the one keeping me here.” His arms were strong around her, and his legs entwined with hers. He slipped the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. “I like you naked in my bed,” he said. She surrendered herself entirely to him. He was kissing a line from the nape of her neck down her spine, and the feel of his lips made her body flush with pleasure. “You don’t have anything to get up early for tomorrow, do you?” he asked quietly.
“No,” she said, “nothing.”
He pushed his hands into her hair, tangling the soft strands in his fingers, while his mouth continued exploring her back, licking and occasionally biting gently at her soft flesh.
She shifted her body suddenly, turning in his embrace to rub her face against his chest, licking a line up his neck to his chin. Then she nestled her head into his neck, pushing her fingertips up the side of his neck to the sensitive spot behind his ear, and around the back of his neck, caressing the cowlick where his hair never would lie flat. “I love you, too. So much. You saved my life. You are my life.”
“Don’t say that,” he reproved her with a kiss to her lips. “Your vitality is what I treasure about you. You give me meaning.”
She pushed his shoulder, “Oh, you! I must call this meeting of the Mutual Admiration Society adjourned.” She sighed. “We should go back to sleep, or we’ll be rubbish in the morning.”
“You said you didn’t need to get up early,” he said, his lips moving against her throat.
“I don’t.”
“Kiss me,” he implored, “just kiss me.”
“You know what that will lead to,” she said.
“Yup,” Jack said with satisfaction, moving his hands on her body in the way she loved.
She gave herself up to the sensations of his touch, and reached for his erection pressing into her belly, wrapping her hand around it and making him moan with pleasure. At the same time, she was kissing him assiduously, passionately, moving slowly down his torso until she reached the curly hair wreathing his penis. She moved her fingers through the thicket and cupped his balls, gently pressing and rolling the firm lobes in the fingers of her other hand. She pulled back the foreskin of his penis and ran her tongue around the bared head, touching the tip of her tongue to the tender slit. He gasped, writhing under her touch, but carefully not pulling away from her.
As she sensed him nearing ejaculation, in one fluid movement she braced herself on her arms, and drew him into herself, and the warmth of her enveloped him and pulled him to his climax. She came powerfully along with him and then slumped atop his length, deliciously tired and ready to sleep.
“You howled!” he said.
Gwen nodded against him. “Mmm. Sleepy now.”
He pulled her over and she nestled tightly into his side. He murmured wordlessly into her ear, and she sighed deeply, already half asleep.
xxx