Gwen and Jack stood on the bridge across from their Torchwood lair in Cardiff, watching the sun rise on the horizon.
"I essentially killed a man today. It's going to be impossible to sleep that one off," said Gwen.
"How about a night cap at my place?" said Jack, placing an arm around her.
"Are you flirting with me?"
"No, I just thought a drink may help."
He extended his arm out for her, and they walked down the street together.
"So, you're indestructible, but you can still get drunk?" asked Gwen.
"Only if I want to," said Jack, smiling.
The two stopped a couple blocks down from Torchwood, at an apartment complex that overlooked the water.
"Do you live here?" asked Gwen.
"It's a friend's place. But he's out of town and I don't think he would mind if we made ourselves at home," said Jack. He opened the door to the apartment and then led her to the rather fancy mini-bar.
"Oh classy," said Gwen.
"How about a martini? I'm actually pretty great at making them," Jack said.
"Okay, I'll be your judge."
Jack poured Beefeater's gin in a shaker full of ice, with a bit of vermouth. As he shook it thoroughly, Gwen found herself watching Jack in a whole new light. She didn't want to admit it, but she found him to be damnably attractive in this bartender role. When he was done pouring for two, he added olives. Gwen took a sip and felt a small punch go through her body.
"Whew, that's strong," she said.
Leaving his post behind the bar, Jack approached her with his own martini. They then went out on the balcony to continue watching the sunrise.
"I must admit I've never had a drink at sunrise," said Jack, laughing.
"It was a stressful day," Gwen said.
Jack moved his chair closer to her, and she caught herself gazing into her eyes. The martini had definitely had an effect on her. He twirled her black hair with his hand, playfully and then sat back into a relaxing position. Gwen found herself a bit disappointed and kind of wished for a kiss. Just one. She finished her martini in silence, reprimanding herself and telling herself to get back to her boyfriend.
"I better be off. I should at least change clothes before working today," said Gwen, rising from her seat. Jack accompanied her to the door.
"Gwen, you shouldn't blame yourself for what happened today. Accidents happen, people get hurt," said Jack. He leaned over her in the door frame. Before being able to control herself, she put her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him.
He hesitated and broke off, taking a long look at her with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Then he pushed her against the door frame, his hands firmly on her hips, and kissed her back. Her hands ran over his back, scratching it lighty, and he picked her up, bringing her back into the apartment. He set her on top of the dining table and she straddled him tightly.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"We definitely should not," he said.