Torchwood - fic - A Thousand Thundering Thrills Await Me, Jack/Gwen, NC-17

May 23, 2009 01:07

OK, here’s the porn, then ;)

The ultimate outcome of Gwen’s idea for getting everyone in line, while Jack was away. And this is the last part.

Previously:
She Wants To Conquer The World Completely
First She'll Conquer Me Discreetly
The Female of the Species
art, Gwen Cooper in period military, fishnets and heels

Title - A Thousand Thundering Thrills Await Me
Author - laurab1
Pairings - Jack/Gwen, Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys
Rating - 18/NC-17 (role-play, dress-up, mild kink, sex)
Length - approx. 3300 words
Spoilers - 1.13 End Of Days, 2.1 KKBB
Summary - Gwen looked amazing, she always looked amazing, and Jack wanted nothing more than to completely strip off her (his) skin.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!



A Thousand Thundering Thrills Await Me
by Laura

Retrieve her handbag from her desk. Then, girls’ changing room, find and don her version of period military, and model it for Jack. All sounded simple enough. But, stripping off her jeans, standing in merely her bra and knickers, looking at her reflection, and knowing him, Gwen suspected far more than that would happen.

“You’re engaged, you are,” she reminded herself. “You love Rhys. He asked you to marry him.”

Go on, one last and only fling, with the handsome Captain, if he offers, the devil on her shoulder said.

She listened to it, and began getting dressed.

Fishnet hold-ups, first, carefully rolled up her legs. Then the dark blue shirt, not buttoned all the way to the top. Next, the skirt. Gwen tucked in the shirt, pulled the braces up onto her shoulders. She regarded herself in the mirror again, smoothing her clothing a little.

“Right, then. Heels.”

Sitting on a bench, she slowly slid her feet into the four inch stilettos. Standing again, Gwen twisted her hair up, securing it with the red and green clip Tosh had bought her, six weeks after Jack had left them. Three weeks after she had decided on this course of action, and had worn these clothes for the first time.

Lipstick, next. Gwen smiled, before she applied it. She’d purposely chosen the brightest, most hooker-worthy shade of red at Boots. And that had been the shop’s own brand, 17, so her purchase had been a bargain, too. She blotted her lips with tissue, and added another coat. Cheap lipstick, so probably could have done with being sealed.

“It’s probably gonna be off, soon, there’s no bloody point.”

The finishing touch was the coat. Blue-grey, just about the same colour as Jack’s greatcoat, with brass buttons. Not the same as Jack’s buttons, but they were embossed RAF, in a plain typeface. Gwen pulled it on, shook her arms.

“C’mon, then, ma’am,” she told her reflection, saluting. “Let’s go and see what Jack thinks.”

***

He heard a wolf-whistle (sounded like it was from Owen), and seconds later, Gwen stood in his office doorway. Jack rose from his chair, hands in trouser pockets. He whistled, himself, long and low. So, this was what he’d missed. Gorgeous! According to current morality, he should have been resisting her; he’d promised Ianto a date, and she’d promised Rhys she’d marry him.

Oh, what the hell. He decided to do what he pretty much always did, and forget about current morality, should’ve beens and promises. Gwen looked amazing, she always looked amazing, and Jack wanted nothing more than to completely strip off her (his) skin, and shag her. It wasn’t the first time he’d had this thought, and he knew it sure as hell wasn’t gonna be the last, either.

“Look at you, Gwen Cooper.” He stalked towards her. Avoiding looking out into the Hub, he quickly closed and locked his door. “You wanna tell me how fast you got everyone in line, then, dressed in this hot little number?” he asked, circling around her, then coming back to look her right in the eyes.

She smiled at him. “Three weeks after you left, I’d had enough of us yelling at each other. No-one wanted to be in charge, and I had the idea. Ianto called me ma’am, even before seeing me like this, then kissed me, immediately.”

Jack was surprised. “He did?”

“Yeah. But I don’t know if he was kissing me, or you. And he helped me with the whole outfit, in the first place.”

That was a discussion for another day, with Ianto. “What about Owen?” Jack moved closer, and slipped his hands inside the coat, settling them on Gwen’s waist, exerting a tiny bit of pressure.

“He just wolf-whistled at me.”

“Guess I should have a word with him about sexual harassment, then.”

“Yeah.” Gwen laughed. “But he listened to me, let me take charge, the same day. After he’d done a psych evaluation on me.”

“You mean after he asked you what the hell you thought you were playing at. What did you tell him?”

“I just told him to call me ma’am, too,” she replied, quick as a flash. “He did, you know.”

Jack laughed. “Good for you. And Tosh?”

“She told me I looked nice, and went straight back to the translator she was working on.”

“Pretty much unflappable, that’s our girl.”

Gwen nodded, and Jack moved his hands up her sides, over her shoulders, and pushed the coat back. With it half off, he let go, moved behind her, and took off the coat completely, ever so slowly pulling it from her body, from her arms. Briefly wondering how many times Ianto had helped her on and off with it, he threw the coat on a chair, put his hands back on Gwen’s waist. With no warning, he kissed the back of her neck, just below her hairline, making her shiver.

Undoing the clip, letting her hair down, Jack chuckled. Sticking the accessory in one of the coat’s pockets, he then whispered, in dark voice, “If you don’t want this, tell me now, Gwen Cooper. ‘Cause I want to strip off your clothes, my skin, your skin, kiss you breathless, smudge that hooker-red lipstick you’re wearing, get it all over my lips, and shag you senseless. What do you want?”

She simply turned in his arms and kissed him.

Taking that as consent, and both of them throwing caution to the wind, Jack quickly pushed his tongue into Gwen’s mouth, and began kissing her a little deeper. He could taste the waxy colour, so sure enough, he was smudging and smearing Gwen’s lipstick.

Pulses were increasing, they were both getting turned on. He could have just pulled off her tights and knickers, unzipped his trousers, had her sit on his cock, and shagged her in a half-clothed state, right here on his big chair. She wouldn’t exactly turn that down, he didn’t think. But if he was only gonna have 21st century Gwen Cooper just this once, he wanted to this to last, and knew it had to be on a 21st century bed, so Jack forced himself to pull away from his beautiful woman.

***

Gwen moaned at the sudden disappearance of Jack’s expert lips and tongue. He’d been stroking all around her mouth with his tongue, pressing his lips to hers. And he’d made the offer she’d hoped he would.

“I want to shag you senseless, too, Jack Harkness,” she told him, husky and dead certain.

The devil on her shoulder cheered.

Nodding, he let go of her, moved away, and lifted up the hatch in the middle of his floor. “C’mon, then. Down the rabbit hole, Gwen Cooper.”

All Jack was missing was a cartoon glint, on his teeth. “To Wonderland?” Gwen asked, imagining that, and grinning.

“Hey, leave the cheesy lines to me!” Laughing, Jack descended the ladder to his room, and switched on a light.

Gwen looked at the ladder, and didn’t think she could tackle in it her heels. But she still wanted them to be part of the scene. She wanted Jack to take them off her feet. Slipping off the stilettos, she yelled down at Jack, “Here, catch my shoes!” She threw them to him, one at a time.

Jack looked up at her, shadows on his face. “Got ‘em. You coming, now?”

She placed her right foot on the first rung, and climbed down. Jack caught her at the bottom, placing his hands on her hips, and helping her off the ladder. He sat her on a chair, and returned the heels, with a grin. Gwen put them on again.

While she was still seated, Jack set his hands on her shoulders, and pushed the braces off. “These are mine,” he observed, looking at them, then her. “Button on, RAF issue. Not sure how old, though. Who sewed on the buttons?”

“That was Ianto, that was.”

Well, of course. “Yeah? He sew anything, our tailor’s son ?”

“Oh, he took up the skirt. I didn’t even ask him to do that bit, just left it and the buttons in the tourist office. Then I discovered he’d worked out what I wanted to do. He’d put the braces on, he’d got the shirt and the coat, too.”

But this wasn’t getting anyone shagged. Gwen stood up, and moved Jack’s own braces off his shoulders. They kissed, again. Buttons and zips were then quickly attacked, clothing was pulled off and thrown into a pile. Jack even took off his wrist strap. They stood in the poorly lit room, almost naked.

***

She wasn’t wearing tights. Gwen’s fishnets were hold-ups. And, hell, they made her legs look so incredibly sexy. Jack wanted to roll the fishnets slowly off her legs, kissing all the way down them.

He put a hand on her tummy, made her walk backwards, to the bed, and pushed her down onto the edge. His own shoes already removed, Jack knelt in front of Gwen, and took off her shoes, once more. She dragged his face up to hers, and kissed him again. Caressing her back, he used the moment to flick open the catch on her bra. He pulled the green silk away from Gwen’s body, and her boobs made themselves known.

Throwing the item onto the heap of clothes, Jack briefly thought of parachutes, and paratroopers. Hard as nails, those soldiers. Gwen pulled him out of his thoughts by throwing herself onto her back, scooting up the bed, throwing her arms wide, and grinning up at him.

Pale skin, dark hair, freckles, beautiful eyes.

Oh, and a lovely pair of breasts.

Jack grinned back. Moving around the side of the bed, he pulled open a drawer, took out a couple of little foil packets. He climbed on the bed, lying beside Gwen. “Hello, you,” he said, kissing her again. Pinched one of her nipples hard, he slowly dragged it up into a peak.

“Jack!” Gwen exclaimed, moaning and writhing.

He figured she liked that, and gave her other breast the same care and attention. Gwen moaned even louder, her hips bucked. Jack placed his free hand down between her legs. Her knickers were damp. Rubbing the silk against her body made Gwen writhe around a little more. Watching her become more and more aroused was turning Jack on even more, too. He moved away, pulled his briefs off, and let his cock free. Then he straddled her hips, let her see him.

“That’s big, that is,” she said, sounding so very impressed. She pushed herself up with her elbows.

“You want it?” Jack asked, smiling wickedly, arms spread wide. “You think you can take me?”

Gwen laughed, wrapping her hand around his cock, and rubbing, just a little. “Yeah, I think so. You’re a bloody show-off, you are, Jack Harkness.”

She took her hand away, and Jack put his hands on her boobs. Pressing just hard for it to be pleasurable, he shoved her back down onto the bed, following the movement. Pinching both her nipples, he kissed Gwen again. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, this time. Groaning, he pulled away, took his hands from her breasts, and gazed at her lips. There was no lipstick left on them; it was all smudged, and running his tongue over his own lips, he could feel that some of it was on them. Part of what he’d promised accomplished, then. Jack was very pleased indeed.

“Few more bits of clothing to remove, then we’ll shag each other senseless, Gwen Cooper. Will you scream for me, ma’am?” he said, huskily.

“Of course I bloody will, sir!” Gwen’s voice was thick, too.

“Good girl. Now, I want you to close your eyes for me, and just feel.”

“Haven’t you got a blindfold in there?” she then went and asked him.

“You kinky girl, Gwen Cooper!” Jack exclaimed, really not all that surprised. He climbed off the bed, opened the drawer again. Finding a black silk blindfold, he pulled out something else, and smiled at her. “Want the furry handcuffs, too?”

Gwen laughed. “I think the blindfold will do.”

“Okay.” Jack put the toy away, closed the drawer. Picking up the blindfold, he took her head in his hands. “You ready?”

Gwen nodded, whispering, “Yeah.”

Jack kissed her eyelids, slid the blindfold over her eyes, and got on the bed again. “Lie back, and just feel, now,” he said, straddling her hips once more.

***

She was over-sensitised, throbbing, and so bloody desperate to come, properly. He had to keep her right on the edge, though, didn’t he, the bastard. Had to rub her knickers against her clit, again.

“Jack,” Gwen moaned.

“Having a problem, there, are you?” he asked, chuckling.

“If you don’t let me come, soon, Jack Harkness, I’m gonna shove my fingers inside and get myself off.”

“Well, maybe you could do that anyway, Gwen Cooper.”

Sounded though he’d like to see that. She felt him hook his thumbs in her knickers, felt him pull them down her legs, felt the edges of the silk slide against her fishnets. Then they were off, and Jack was one step nearer to shagging her.

She felt him place his hands on each of her ankles. He slid them up her calves, stopping at her knees. Hands grasping there, Jack spread her legs wide, and Gwen felt the tension in her thighs. He took his hands away, placed one on her stomach, pressing her down into the bed.

“Now, though, honey…”

He pressed his thumb against her clit, just roughly enough pushed a couple of fingers inside her, rubbed and pressed and stroked and found her g-spot a little quicker than Rhys usually did. The edge off, coming, Gwen screamed, incoherently.

“That better?” Jack asked, his fingers still in her body, still stroking.

“What do you think?”

“I think I just made you scream.”

He laughed, took his hands from her. Gwen felt the loss, suddenly going from full, to empty. Jack then straddled her left leg, caressed her thigh, and slid his fingers into her fishnet hold-up. He began to slowly roll it off her leg, kissing all the way down, as each bit of completely bare skin became available.

When he’d done this to both legs, Gwen was once again incredibly aroused. She reached up to her face, grabbed the blindfold, and wrenched it off. Seeing Jack kneeling between her legs, wanting to kiss him, she ordered, “C’mere, you, right now.”

“Oh, I think I’ll stay right here, y’know.”

Grinning wickedly, Jack grabbed her hips, hard. Tongue out, he bent his head, moved his big, imposing body, pushed his legs out behind him. Then he licked her, sealed his lips around her and stuck his tongue inside her. And that expert tongue of his very soon had her writhing, once more.

How long had Jack been doing this, with how many people, to be this good? He’d probably long since lost count. Gwen drifted off a little, but was brought swiftly back to awareness by Jack kissing her.

“Taste yourself, Gwen Cooper,” he whispered, giving her his tongue.

“Shag me, Jack Harkness,” she whispered back. “Let me have that lovely big cock of yours.”

Deciding to take charge, she rolled them over, straddled Jack’s legs, and much to her delight, made him gasp.

“Come and get it, then,” he told her, arms spread wide, smiling up at her.

No more enticement necessary, Gwen wrapped her hand around him. She only had to use a few strokes, before he was fully hard, completely aroused, ready, at last, to shag her. She was more than ready to shag him. Reaching over to Jack’s bedside cabinet, Gwen snatched up one of the foil packets, tore it open, and quickly rolled the condom over his cock.

“Gonna ride me, then, are you? ‘Cause I love that position.” Levering himself up a little, moving his hands to her hips, he winked at her.

“Of course you bloody do. Brazen hussy.”

“Isn’t that used for a girl?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I think it suits you, too.”

“Guess so,” he admitted.

Digging his fingers into her hips, Jack lifted her up a little. He set her back down, and Gwen could feel just the head of his cock. She was so open, so wet, so aroused, she didn’t wait for him to move his hips, to thrust up, she just moved hers, pressed down, and took Jack’s cock all the way inside her, in one go.

She was full, once more, it felt amazing, and she moaned in pleasure.

***

Gwen accepted his cock very quick and easily indeed, she was so hot, so turned on, so ready to be shagged senseless, to do the same to him. They were both gasping for breath.

“Move, Jack, you bastard,” she told him, making it sound like an order.

“You, too,” he ground out, still holding her hips. “Squeeze my cock, with those fabulous internal muscles of yours, Gwen. Make me scream, and I promise I’ll make you scream.”

She smiled at him. Kissing her just once, Jack let go of Gwen’s hips, and lay back on his bed. Then he started to move; circling his hips, pushing his cock deep inside her, making sure he hit the right spot.

Gwen moved, as well, repeatedly lifting her body off his cock, and quickly settling herself back on it, again. She squeezed him, hard, like he’d asked. She was sweating, breathless, aroused as hell, clearly needing to come, yet again, and she looked so, so hot.

Jack was desperate to come, too. He levered himself up again, set his hands back on Gwen’s hips. Holding her firmly in place, meeting her wide unfocused eyes, he thrust his cock harder and deeper up inside her than he’d already done.

“Now, come for me, Gwen Cooper, you hot, gorgeous, sexy woman.”

Groaning, writhing, screaming, that’s exactly what she did. The movement of her muscles put just the right amount of pressure in just the right places on Jack’s cock, and he followed her noisily over the edge, seconds later.

Letting go of her hips, breathing heavily, heart still hammering, Jack flopped back onto the bed. His cock soon slipped out of Gwen; he watched her pull the condom off, tie it up.

“C’mere, you,” he said. Well, tried to say. His brain was kinda sex-fogged, so he wasn’t sure how garbled it came out. Gwen understood his intent, though, ‘cause her face was then right next to his, and she was kissing him. He kissed her back, nipping at her lips with his teeth. The lipstick was all gone, now.

“I’m a hot, gorgeous, sexy woman, am I?” she asked, eyes focused, and dancing.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied. “You bet, sweetheart.”

Embracing her, Jack quickly flipped them over. Gwen gasped, again. Taking his hands from her back, he spread her arms wide, and gripped her wrists.

“Now I have you entirely at my mercy, Gwen Cooper, how about you wear that hot little number of yours all the time, ma’am?”

Gwen laughed, loudly, and smiled up at him. “You’d get even less done than you do now, Jack, you vain bastard!”

“Please?” He even tried the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, okay! Sometimes, sir,” she conceded.

“Right answer!”

Letting go of her wrists, he thought about those size 11 heels that none of them knew about, hidden away in the back of his wardrobe. Jack lowered himself down on top of Gwen. Wrapping their arms around each other, moving onto their sides, they kissed, once more.

Shutting out the rest of the world for a little while longer, Jack and Gwen, his hot, gorgeous, sexy woman, both of them kissed breathless and shagged senseless, drifted off to sleep.

-end-

crosspost:
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
torchwood_decaf
dwfiction
jack_and_gwen
house_of_cooper
galatic_conman
jack_in_cuffs
omni_fiction

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Gwen's lipstick is Showbiz, I think ;)
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