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Title: Abstraction
Author: mad_jaks
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Tosh/other people
Rating: R
Summary: Tosh sleeps to dream
Challenge: mmom
Prompt: A couple of karaokegal's (only with me are the prompts nearly as long as the fiction) 1) Sons of the great or sons unknown, some went to war some never came home. & 2) And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden. Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.
Word count: 169
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money.
Abstraction
There is never going to be a time she does not remember him without a sense of sorrow - guilt - but still Tosh goes to bed that night to dream of Tommy.
The way he kissed her mouth - soft lipped - like he couldn't quite believe what was happening.
The tentative way his hands cupped her breasts before his lips and tongue found them in the dark.
His arms wrapped round her waist - clutching her to him - before he laid her down on the bed.
The feel of his teeth scraping over the delicate skin on the insides of her arms, her belly, her thighs.
Her own soft gasp of amazement when he buried his face between her legs: his fingers lacing through hers when she would have dug them into the mattress - his shoulders - his hair.
She wakes on a cry - the taste of salt in the back of her throat - with her own hand clamped deep inside her panties - her fingers damp, like the pillow beneath her head.
“Mary!”
Author: mad_jaks
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Tosh/other people
Rating: R
Summary: Tosh sleeps to dream
Challenge: mmom
Prompt: A couple of karaokegal's (only with me are the prompts nearly as long as the fiction) 1) Sons of the great or sons unknown, some went to war some never came home. & 2) And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden. Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.
Word count: 169
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money.
Abstraction
There is never going to be a time she does not remember him without a sense of sorrow - guilt - but still Tosh goes to bed that night to dream of Tommy.
The way he kissed her mouth - soft lipped - like he couldn't quite believe what was happening.
The tentative way his hands cupped her breasts before his lips and tongue found them in the dark.
His arms wrapped round her waist - clutching her to him - before he laid her down on the bed.
The feel of his teeth scraping over the delicate skin on the insides of her arms, her belly, her thighs.
Her own soft gasp of amazement when he buried his face between her legs: his fingers lacing through hers when she would have dug them into the mattress - his shoulders - his hair.
She wakes on a cry - the taste of salt in the back of her throat - with her own hand clamped deep inside her panties - her fingers damp, like the pillow beneath her head.
“Mary!”