Fic: Being Alive
Title: Being Alive
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jacqueline Harkness, Owena Harper
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando, anything you see hanging out belongs to me.
Spoilers: Not much needed for this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, the original characters belong to the BBC and RTD. The characters of Captain Jacqueline Harkness and Owena Harper belongs to the AU Torchwood of knitchick1979. Any original characters or places are my own.
Summary: Sometimes in the middle of the chaos of life, you need to feel alive again.
Author's Notes: Jacqueline and Owena had a story to tell and I am glad knitchick1979 let me. Some background: In this universe Dr. Owena Harper was the first person Captain Jacqueline Harkness hired when she started rebuilding Torchwood Three (Cardiff). For a while it was just Jacqueline and Owena alone dealing with the Rift and all the fun things it decided to chuck at them.
Being Alive
Jacqueline stretched her body, craning her neck around, wincing as she heard it crack. She pulled her hair down out of it’s ponytail, running her fingers through her tresses. Her fingernail snagged on a lump of something. Picking at it, Jacqueline pulled out a mottled grey lump that had projectiled into her hair from the encounter earlier and dried in it.
Working her hair loose, Jacqueline pulled the bit of alien out of her dark hair and tossed it in the trash bin. She had enough of aliens for at least a couple of days. If she never saw another Marcasite she would be more than happy. If Jacqueline never had to come up with another cover story for needless human death- She let out a deep rooted sigh knowing that had not happened in over 120 years and would probably keep on happening no matter what god or goddess she plea bargained with.
She had enough that day and so had Owena. Jacqueline glanced over at the tatty sofa where Owena finally succumbed to sleep. She refused to obey Jacqueline’s orders and go home to get some proper rest until Torchwood had sorted everything out from the bloodshed that day. Owena finally agreed to 30 minutes sleep and collapsed onto the sofa. Jacqueline looked down at the watch on her right wrist - that had been an hour ago. She did not want to wake Owena, someone should have some peace that night.
Hurrying downstairs to her private quarters, Jacqueline grabbed a quilt she rarely used anymore. Granted,it should have been housed in a museum, but Queen Victoria and her ladies had made it especially for Jacqueline. She tossed it over her shoulder and climbed up the ladder, almost feeling her age for once. At the top of the ladder, she sat on the edge of the manhole opening that led down to her quarters. Papers were scattered around her office, pieces of alien tech half disassembled littered her sofa and chair, various mugs full of coffee or tea covered the desk and on top of the monitors. Hauling herself up, Jacqueline grabbed a mug from the corner of her desk and was not surprised to find a little island of mould floating on top. The Rift had become too active lately. As much as she hated to admit it, they needed to hire some more recruits for Torchwood. She didn’t want to be responsible for too many people, especially after what happened with the Millennium Bug, but if she didn’t, Jacqueline would be depositing Owena in the morgue before it was her time.
Dropping the mug back to her desk, careful not to splash any of the home-grown penicillin around, Jacqueline headed out to the main area of the Hub, She pushed the thoughts of the day to the back of her mind, especially the ones where she had been certain she would be left alone with Torchwood again. She didn’t think Owena knew how close she came to dying that day, and Jacqueline was going to make sure Owena didn’t - she didn’t want the girl to lose her nerve, that came in handy at times.
Jacqueline stood above her medic, amazed the woman could look angelic at any time. She moved Owena’s arm gently over the younger woman’s stomach instead of hanging off the sofa, and slipped Owena’s boots off. Tucking the quilt around Owena, Jacqueline sat down on the small table in front of the sofa, just watching Owena sleep. She wished she could sleep as easily as that. Owena moved her head, then flipped over on her side, still asleep. A strand of Owena’s hair fell across her face. Jacqueline reached out and tucked it back behind Owena’s ear.
Owena’s hand snapped out from under the quilt, grasping Jacqueline’s wrist in a scissor hold. Jacqueline stilled, not knowing what mind Owena was in. She even held her breath, afraid to make a noise.
“I thought I told you to get some rest as well, doctor’s orders,” Owena mumbled, her eyes still closed.
“How did you know it was me?” Jacqueliine said, changing the subject.
“You have a distinctive smell.”
“I smell?”
“No, you stupid bitch. It’s your damn pheremones,” Owena mumbled, pushing down the quilt. “Plus, I was hoping it was you feeling me up, I didn’t particularly feel like dealing with any romantic sex starved aliens after today.”
“No, that was last week,” Jacqueline muttered as she pulled her hand free.
Owena sat up on the sofa, opening her mouth in a huge yawn. “How long was I out?”
“Not long enough.”
“Bollocks! How long?”
“Just over an hour,” Jacqueline sighed.
“I agreed to half an hour!” Owena yanked the quilt off her legs and went to get up when Jacqueline quickly moved to the edge of the sofa, pinning Owena’s legs down. “Get off me you cow!”
Jacqueline chose to ignore the cow comment. “No. You won’t go home, but I am making sure you rest, even if I have to carry you down to the cells and lock you in there.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Owena dropped her hands into her lap, looking down at them. Jacqueline slowly pulled away from the medic’s legs, still sitting on the edge of the sofa. She watched as Owena flipped her hands over and over in her lap.
“I have things to finish up,” Owena softly said. “I have autopsies to perform…”
“You don’t need to perform the autopsies. We know what killed the humans down in the morgue.”
“The humans? Are we anything but a category to you? The great Captain Jacqueline Harkness! Well, if you were so fucking great why did you let them die? Why did you let a mother and her child die? Why did you watch as those brothers gave in-”
Jacqueline grabbed Owena, a hand on either side of her face. “Because I had no choice. I couldn’t stop it. Do you think it was easy? It’s never easy to watch human life be extinguished for a stupid reason.” Jacqueline took a deep breath. “It was watch the brothers be completely taken over or lose you.”
“What?”
“The Marcasites had already started taking them over, once they get control of the brain functions, the original mind is gone.”
“No,” Owena said, putting her hands over Jacqueline’s. “What did you mean when you said watch them be taken over or lose me?”
Jacqueline went to pull her hands away, but Owena held tight, squeezing her fingers. She couldn’t lie to Owena, the doctor had seen too much in such a short amount of time. “You were next. They had targeted you, but you didn’t see them coming from behind, their pinchers-”
“No. Don’t tell me anymore.”
“I thought you wanted to know?”
“I do, but I don’t.” Owena lowered her hands, still clutching at Jacqueline. Jacqueline’s fingers were starting to throb, but she didn’t say anything as Owena looked down, her hair falling forward, shrouding her face. “If this is what it feels like to slowly go insane, I wish to God it would hurry the fuck up so I don’t have to realise it’s happening to me.”
“That won’t happen,” Jacqueline replied.
“What? Me going insane?” Owena let out a derisive laugh. “That’s bloody likely around here.”
“I’ll make sure of it, even if I have to drag you out of Torchwood myself and retcon the hell out of you so you don’t lose yourself.”
Owena let go of Jacqueline’s hands as her shoulders slumped forward and began to shake. The two of them had seen too much death lately and today had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Jacqueline put a finger under Owena’s chin and tilted the younger woman’s head up so Jacqueline could look at her, so Owena would know she spoke the truth. Tears glistened in Owena’s eyes, but did not stain her cheeks. Jacqueline’s heart cracked under the pressure of being the strong one. Too much death; they both needed to feel alive.
Without prompting, Owena leaned in and brushed her lips against Jacqueline’s. The Captain did not pull away, but she was afraid to press forward. She didn’t want to forego Owena’s trust. Owena pulled back and ran her thumb along Jacqueline’s lips. She grabbed Owena’s hand in both of hers, holding it against her chest.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” Owena whispered. “I need this.”
Jacqueline snaked her hand around Owena’s neck and pulled the doctor close. Their lips met each other and Jacqueline pushed forward. She memorised how soft Owena’s lips turned out to be. As she continued to kiss Owena, Jacqueline’s hands began to explore every inch of the younger woman, feeling along her shoulders, down her arms, and along her chest. Jacqueline worked her hands under Owena’s top and ran her thumbs over Owena’s nipples that turned to hard pebbles under Jacqueline’s touch. Owena’s hands held tight to Jacqueline’s hips, bruising them in her need to hold on to something.
Pulling back, Jacqueline could see the need - the wanting - in Owena’s eyes. “Is this your first time?”
Owena snorted at her. “Seriously?”
“With a woman?”
“Yes,” Owena said softly, yanking Jacqueline back towards her. “Is there a problem with that?”
“No.” Jacqueline shook her head. “Maybe we should move down to my quarters.”
“No. I need you, now,” Owena stated, kissing Jacqueline.
Owena pushed back with her entire body, bending Jacqueline down on the sofa. Jacqueline’s hands roamed down Owena’s body and fumbled on the button of her jeans. Unzipping the doctor’s jeans, Jacqueline pushed them downwards, delighting in the feel of Owena’s satin panties. Owena undid the buttons on Jacqueline’s top, kissing along every inch of skin as she exposed it. Jacqueline pushed herself up, divesting herself of her top and bra as Owena took a moment to get rid of her jeans, tossing them to the side. Kicking off her boots, Jacqueline relished the sight of Owena. Taking the opportunity, Jacqueline ran her hand up Owena’s leg, along her inner thigh, teasing her pussy through her panties and gently pushed on Owena’s stomach, pushing her down onto the sofa.
Jacqueline hooked her thumbs into the band of Owena’s panties and pulled them down the doctor’s legs. Owena obliged, lifting her arse up so Jacqueline could remove the satin, exposing herself. Tossing the panties behind her, Jacqueline kissed the top of Owena’s feet and began working her way up Owena’s inner legs, kissing and licking, exploring every inch of the younger woman. She licked along Owena’s inner thighs and brushed her nose up against Owena’s outer pussy lips, making the woman squirm under her.
“And I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Jacqueline chided.
“Jacqueline…”
“Shhhh….” Jacqueline said, silencing Owena with a kiss as she pulled Owena’s top up. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to get the top over Owena’s head and tossed it to the side. Her fingers went to work unhooking Owena’s bra as Jacqueline’s tongue explored the other woman’s mouth. Owena grunted into Jacqueline’s mouth as Jacqueline gave the doctor’s nipples a pinch.
She smiled at Owena as she pulled back, her thumbs circling Owena’s nipples. Jacqueline swooped down, taking one nipple in mouth and rolled her tongue around it. She licked across the hardness, rubbing it with her tongue and then nipped at the little bud, making Owena moan. Jacqueline sucked hard, pulling back slightly, making Owena arch her back not wanting to lose contact. Owena’s hands found Jacqueline’s hips again and followed the path to her arse cheeks, running her adept hands across Jacqueline’s buttocks. Owena gave them a squeeze, making Jacqueline nip at her nipple once again. Owena tugged down on Jacqueline’s panties.
Pushing Owena’s hands out of the way, Jacqueline shimmied out of her skirt and panties while she sucked on Owena’s other nipple. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the hard nub, making Owena moan louder. Jacqueline crawled down Owena, making her way to the younger woman’s pussy. Her face between Owena’s legs, Jacqueline gently blew air on Owena’s pussy, making her squirm again. She flicked her tongue out, sliding it slowly downwards along the skin. Pushing her tongue in, Jacqueline lingered, slowly working her way back upwards, making Owena moan rather loudly.
The tip of her tongue pressed against Owena’s clitoris. Moving it up and down, rubbing against the clit, Jacqueline trailed her fingers lightly up and down Owena’s legs. She pushed her tongue in and out, alternating between pressure and no pressure, teasing, rubbing, playing. Jacqueline traced her fingertips gently along the line of Owena’s pussy as her tongue continued to play just at Owena’s clit. She could hear Owena’s breath catch in her throat and then a high cry as Jacqueline could feel the other woman’s body tense up.
Jacqueline didn’t stop focusing all her attention on the clitoris, pushing inside Owena even more, the tips of her teeth gently hitting against it as she sucked on it. Her hands wriggled under Owena, cupping her arse and moving the woman, Jacqueline’s hair trailing along her thighs. She pushed against the clitoris while sucking on it, and Jacqueline could feel the bud throb. Owena moaned rather loudly and lewdly despite her fist being pressed against her mouth. Jacqueline kept working the rosebud - as the Victorians used to call it - feeling it pulse several times, and then Owena’s body slumped in Jacqueline’s arms.
Her tongue swiped at it a couple more times, and then licked against the pussy as Jacqueline pulled back. Owena had a satisfied, glassy look to her eyes. The doctor slowly licked her lips and finally looked towards Jacqueline, Owena’s chest heaving as she tried to breathe again. Jacqueline hushed her, placing a finger against Owena’s lips. She then lovingly kissed Owena, letting the younger woman taste Jacqueline and herself. Jacqueline pulled back and stood up slowly, letting her knees stretch out - it had been a long day.
“Don’t go,” Owena pleaded, still laying against the sofa.
“I’m not,” Jacqueline replied. She picked up the discarded quilt and wrapped it around her shoulders. Sitting down on the opposite end of the sofa, Jacqueline grabbed Owena’s hand and gave it a tug. Owena crawled over to Jacqueline as the Captain took her by the shoulders , guiding her back. Owena sat between Jacqueline’s legs. As Owena leaned back, Jacqueline wrapped her legs around the other woman’s waist, moulding her body to Owena’s. She then wrapped the quilt around the both of them.
“We see too much death,” Jacqueline stated.
“Having sex with your boss at work is not the most healthy way to deal with that fact,” Owena stated.
“The healthy way to deal with it is whatever keeps you from going insane from it.” Jacqueline between running her fingers through a lock of Owena’s hair. “Whatever you need, you know I’m here for you.”
“Yeah, right.”
Jacqueline gave a playful pinch to one of Owena’s nipples. “I’m serious. I asked you to join Torchwood. Torchwood Cardiff has always been small in size - granted never quite this small - but there has always been a reason for that. I trust the people I bring in, and I hope they know they can trust me, too.”
Owena laid her back against Jacqueline’s shoulder. “I’ll try to remember that,” she said as she tried to stifle a yawn.
“Shhhh… Rest.”
“What about you?”
“I might actually follow doctor’s orders and get some rest for once myself. It’s been a long day,” Jacqueline said, kissing the back of Owena’s head. She held Owena tight as the younger woman’s body untensed and she fell back asleep. Jacqueline didn’t fully sleep, but for the first time in a while, she found she could relax.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Jacqueline Harkness, Owena Harper
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Going commando, anything you see hanging out belongs to me.
Spoilers: Not much needed for this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or the characters therein, the original characters belong to the BBC and RTD. The characters of Captain Jacqueline Harkness and Owena Harper belongs to the AU Torchwood of knitchick1979. Any original characters or places are my own.
Summary: Sometimes in the middle of the chaos of life, you need to feel alive again.
Author's Notes: Jacqueline and Owena had a story to tell and I am glad knitchick1979 let me. Some background: In this universe Dr. Owena Harper was the first person Captain Jacqueline Harkness hired when she started rebuilding Torchwood Three (Cardiff). For a while it was just Jacqueline and Owena alone dealing with the Rift and all the fun things it decided to chuck at them.
Being Alive
Jacqueline stretched her body, craning her neck around, wincing as she heard it crack. She pulled her hair down out of it’s ponytail, running her fingers through her tresses. Her fingernail snagged on a lump of something. Picking at it, Jacqueline pulled out a mottled grey lump that had projectiled into her hair from the encounter earlier and dried in it.
Working her hair loose, Jacqueline pulled the bit of alien out of her dark hair and tossed it in the trash bin. She had enough of aliens for at least a couple of days. If she never saw another Marcasite she would be more than happy. If Jacqueline never had to come up with another cover story for needless human death- She let out a deep rooted sigh knowing that had not happened in over 120 years and would probably keep on happening no matter what god or goddess she plea bargained with.
She had enough that day and so had Owena. Jacqueline glanced over at the tatty sofa where Owena finally succumbed to sleep. She refused to obey Jacqueline’s orders and go home to get some proper rest until Torchwood had sorted everything out from the bloodshed that day. Owena finally agreed to 30 minutes sleep and collapsed onto the sofa. Jacqueline looked down at the watch on her right wrist - that had been an hour ago. She did not want to wake Owena, someone should have some peace that night.
Hurrying downstairs to her private quarters, Jacqueline grabbed a quilt she rarely used anymore. Granted,it should have been housed in a museum, but Queen Victoria and her ladies had made it especially for Jacqueline. She tossed it over her shoulder and climbed up the ladder, almost feeling her age for once. At the top of the ladder, she sat on the edge of the manhole opening that led down to her quarters. Papers were scattered around her office, pieces of alien tech half disassembled littered her sofa and chair, various mugs full of coffee or tea covered the desk and on top of the monitors. Hauling herself up, Jacqueline grabbed a mug from the corner of her desk and was not surprised to find a little island of mould floating on top. The Rift had become too active lately. As much as she hated to admit it, they needed to hire some more recruits for Torchwood. She didn’t want to be responsible for too many people, especially after what happened with the Millennium Bug, but if she didn’t, Jacqueline would be depositing Owena in the morgue before it was her time.
Dropping the mug back to her desk, careful not to splash any of the home-grown penicillin around, Jacqueline headed out to the main area of the Hub, She pushed the thoughts of the day to the back of her mind, especially the ones where she had been certain she would be left alone with Torchwood again. She didn’t think Owena knew how close she came to dying that day, and Jacqueline was going to make sure Owena didn’t - she didn’t want the girl to lose her nerve, that came in handy at times.
Jacqueline stood above her medic, amazed the woman could look angelic at any time. She moved Owena’s arm gently over the younger woman’s stomach instead of hanging off the sofa, and slipped Owena’s boots off. Tucking the quilt around Owena, Jacqueline sat down on the small table in front of the sofa, just watching Owena sleep. She wished she could sleep as easily as that. Owena moved her head, then flipped over on her side, still asleep. A strand of Owena’s hair fell across her face. Jacqueline reached out and tucked it back behind Owena’s ear.
Owena’s hand snapped out from under the quilt, grasping Jacqueline’s wrist in a scissor hold. Jacqueline stilled, not knowing what mind Owena was in. She even held her breath, afraid to make a noise.
“I thought I told you to get some rest as well, doctor’s orders,” Owena mumbled, her eyes still closed.
“How did you know it was me?” Jacqueliine said, changing the subject.
“You have a distinctive smell.”
“I smell?”
“No, you stupid bitch. It’s your damn pheremones,” Owena mumbled, pushing down the quilt. “Plus, I was hoping it was you feeling me up, I didn’t particularly feel like dealing with any romantic sex starved aliens after today.”
“No, that was last week,” Jacqueline muttered as she pulled her hand free.
Owena sat up on the sofa, opening her mouth in a huge yawn. “How long was I out?”
“Not long enough.”
“Bollocks! How long?”
“Just over an hour,” Jacqueline sighed.
“I agreed to half an hour!” Owena yanked the quilt off her legs and went to get up when Jacqueline quickly moved to the edge of the sofa, pinning Owena’s legs down. “Get off me you cow!”
Jacqueline chose to ignore the cow comment. “No. You won’t go home, but I am making sure you rest, even if I have to carry you down to the cells and lock you in there.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Owena dropped her hands into her lap, looking down at them. Jacqueline slowly pulled away from the medic’s legs, still sitting on the edge of the sofa. She watched as Owena flipped her hands over and over in her lap.
“I have things to finish up,” Owena softly said. “I have autopsies to perform…”
“You don’t need to perform the autopsies. We know what killed the humans down in the morgue.”
“The humans? Are we anything but a category to you? The great Captain Jacqueline Harkness! Well, if you were so fucking great why did you let them die? Why did you let a mother and her child die? Why did you watch as those brothers gave in-”
Jacqueline grabbed Owena, a hand on either side of her face. “Because I had no choice. I couldn’t stop it. Do you think it was easy? It’s never easy to watch human life be extinguished for a stupid reason.” Jacqueline took a deep breath. “It was watch the brothers be completely taken over or lose you.”
“What?”
“The Marcasites had already started taking them over, once they get control of the brain functions, the original mind is gone.”
“No,” Owena said, putting her hands over Jacqueline’s. “What did you mean when you said watch them be taken over or lose me?”
Jacqueline went to pull her hands away, but Owena held tight, squeezing her fingers. She couldn’t lie to Owena, the doctor had seen too much in such a short amount of time. “You were next. They had targeted you, but you didn’t see them coming from behind, their pinchers-”
“No. Don’t tell me anymore.”
“I thought you wanted to know?”
“I do, but I don’t.” Owena lowered her hands, still clutching at Jacqueline. Jacqueline’s fingers were starting to throb, but she didn’t say anything as Owena looked down, her hair falling forward, shrouding her face. “If this is what it feels like to slowly go insane, I wish to God it would hurry the fuck up so I don’t have to realise it’s happening to me.”
“That won’t happen,” Jacqueline replied.
“What? Me going insane?” Owena let out a derisive laugh. “That’s bloody likely around here.”
“I’ll make sure of it, even if I have to drag you out of Torchwood myself and retcon the hell out of you so you don’t lose yourself.”
Owena let go of Jacqueline’s hands as her shoulders slumped forward and began to shake. The two of them had seen too much death lately and today had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Jacqueline put a finger under Owena’s chin and tilted the younger woman’s head up so Jacqueline could look at her, so Owena would know she spoke the truth. Tears glistened in Owena’s eyes, but did not stain her cheeks. Jacqueline’s heart cracked under the pressure of being the strong one. Too much death; they both needed to feel alive.
Without prompting, Owena leaned in and brushed her lips against Jacqueline’s. The Captain did not pull away, but she was afraid to press forward. She didn’t want to forego Owena’s trust. Owena pulled back and ran her thumb along Jacqueline’s lips. She grabbed Owena’s hand in both of hers, holding it against her chest.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” Owena whispered. “I need this.”
Jacqueline snaked her hand around Owena’s neck and pulled the doctor close. Their lips met each other and Jacqueline pushed forward. She memorised how soft Owena’s lips turned out to be. As she continued to kiss Owena, Jacqueline’s hands began to explore every inch of the younger woman, feeling along her shoulders, down her arms, and along her chest. Jacqueline worked her hands under Owena’s top and ran her thumbs over Owena’s nipples that turned to hard pebbles under Jacqueline’s touch. Owena’s hands held tight to Jacqueline’s hips, bruising them in her need to hold on to something.
Pulling back, Jacqueline could see the need - the wanting - in Owena’s eyes. “Is this your first time?”
Owena snorted at her. “Seriously?”
“With a woman?”
“Yes,” Owena said softly, yanking Jacqueline back towards her. “Is there a problem with that?”
“No.” Jacqueline shook her head. “Maybe we should move down to my quarters.”
“No. I need you, now,” Owena stated, kissing Jacqueline.
Owena pushed back with her entire body, bending Jacqueline down on the sofa. Jacqueline’s hands roamed down Owena’s body and fumbled on the button of her jeans. Unzipping the doctor’s jeans, Jacqueline pushed them downwards, delighting in the feel of Owena’s satin panties. Owena undid the buttons on Jacqueline’s top, kissing along every inch of skin as she exposed it. Jacqueline pushed herself up, divesting herself of her top and bra as Owena took a moment to get rid of her jeans, tossing them to the side. Kicking off her boots, Jacqueline relished the sight of Owena. Taking the opportunity, Jacqueline ran her hand up Owena’s leg, along her inner thigh, teasing her pussy through her panties and gently pushed on Owena’s stomach, pushing her down onto the sofa.
Jacqueline hooked her thumbs into the band of Owena’s panties and pulled them down the doctor’s legs. Owena obliged, lifting her arse up so Jacqueline could remove the satin, exposing herself. Tossing the panties behind her, Jacqueline kissed the top of Owena’s feet and began working her way up Owena’s inner legs, kissing and licking, exploring every inch of the younger woman. She licked along Owena’s inner thighs and brushed her nose up against Owena’s outer pussy lips, making the woman squirm under her.
“And I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” Jacqueline chided.
“Jacqueline…”
“Shhhh….” Jacqueline said, silencing Owena with a kiss as she pulled Owena’s top up. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to get the top over Owena’s head and tossed it to the side. Her fingers went to work unhooking Owena’s bra as Jacqueline’s tongue explored the other woman’s mouth. Owena grunted into Jacqueline’s mouth as Jacqueline gave the doctor’s nipples a pinch.
She smiled at Owena as she pulled back, her thumbs circling Owena’s nipples. Jacqueline swooped down, taking one nipple in mouth and rolled her tongue around it. She licked across the hardness, rubbing it with her tongue and then nipped at the little bud, making Owena moan. Jacqueline sucked hard, pulling back slightly, making Owena arch her back not wanting to lose contact. Owena’s hands found Jacqueline’s hips again and followed the path to her arse cheeks, running her adept hands across Jacqueline’s buttocks. Owena gave them a squeeze, making Jacqueline nip at her nipple once again. Owena tugged down on Jacqueline’s panties.
Pushing Owena’s hands out of the way, Jacqueline shimmied out of her skirt and panties while she sucked on Owena’s other nipple. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the hard nub, making Owena moan louder. Jacqueline crawled down Owena, making her way to the younger woman’s pussy. Her face between Owena’s legs, Jacqueline gently blew air on Owena’s pussy, making her squirm again. She flicked her tongue out, sliding it slowly downwards along the skin. Pushing her tongue in, Jacqueline lingered, slowly working her way back upwards, making Owena moan rather loudly.
The tip of her tongue pressed against Owena’s clitoris. Moving it up and down, rubbing against the clit, Jacqueline trailed her fingers lightly up and down Owena’s legs. She pushed her tongue in and out, alternating between pressure and no pressure, teasing, rubbing, playing. Jacqueline traced her fingertips gently along the line of Owena’s pussy as her tongue continued to play just at Owena’s clit. She could hear Owena’s breath catch in her throat and then a high cry as Jacqueline could feel the other woman’s body tense up.
Jacqueline didn’t stop focusing all her attention on the clitoris, pushing inside Owena even more, the tips of her teeth gently hitting against it as she sucked on it. Her hands wriggled under Owena, cupping her arse and moving the woman, Jacqueline’s hair trailing along her thighs. She pushed against the clitoris while sucking on it, and Jacqueline could feel the bud throb. Owena moaned rather loudly and lewdly despite her fist being pressed against her mouth. Jacqueline kept working the rosebud - as the Victorians used to call it - feeling it pulse several times, and then Owena’s body slumped in Jacqueline’s arms.
Her tongue swiped at it a couple more times, and then licked against the pussy as Jacqueline pulled back. Owena had a satisfied, glassy look to her eyes. The doctor slowly licked her lips and finally looked towards Jacqueline, Owena’s chest heaving as she tried to breathe again. Jacqueline hushed her, placing a finger against Owena’s lips. She then lovingly kissed Owena, letting the younger woman taste Jacqueline and herself. Jacqueline pulled back and stood up slowly, letting her knees stretch out - it had been a long day.
“Don’t go,” Owena pleaded, still laying against the sofa.
“I’m not,” Jacqueline replied. She picked up the discarded quilt and wrapped it around her shoulders. Sitting down on the opposite end of the sofa, Jacqueline grabbed Owena’s hand and gave it a tug. Owena crawled over to Jacqueline as the Captain took her by the shoulders , guiding her back. Owena sat between Jacqueline’s legs. As Owena leaned back, Jacqueline wrapped her legs around the other woman’s waist, moulding her body to Owena’s. She then wrapped the quilt around the both of them.
“We see too much death,” Jacqueline stated.
“Having sex with your boss at work is not the most healthy way to deal with that fact,” Owena stated.
“The healthy way to deal with it is whatever keeps you from going insane from it.” Jacqueline between running her fingers through a lock of Owena’s hair. “Whatever you need, you know I’m here for you.”
“Yeah, right.”
Jacqueline gave a playful pinch to one of Owena’s nipples. “I’m serious. I asked you to join Torchwood. Torchwood Cardiff has always been small in size - granted never quite this small - but there has always been a reason for that. I trust the people I bring in, and I hope they know they can trust me, too.”
Owena laid her back against Jacqueline’s shoulder. “I’ll try to remember that,” she said as she tried to stifle a yawn.
“Shhhh… Rest.”
“What about you?”
“I might actually follow doctor’s orders and get some rest for once myself. It’s been a long day,” Jacqueline said, kissing the back of Owena’s head. She held Owena tight as the younger woman’s body untensed and she fell back asleep. Jacqueline didn’t fully sleep, but for the first time in a while, she found she could relax.