Title: Unexpected Encounter
Summary: Owen doesn't get quite what he was expecting from Gwen.
Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood or anything related to the show.
Rating: PG
A/N: Short, random fluff that serves no purpose apart from making up for all the angst I've been writing.
"Will you hurry up?" Owen demanded from the SUV, his expression hardly one of patience. Gwen rolled her eyes as she opened the car door; careful not to spill any of the hot coffee she was carrying.
"You're an inpatient sod Owen Harper." She teased. He took his coffee without a word, letting the searing hot liquid pour down his throat. "Feeling better?" He gave her a small smile.
"Could do with a better pick-me-up…any offers?" She shoved a donut in to his open mouth.
"Fank foo."
The drive to Torchwood was short and filled with Gwen's singing along to the radio. The elevator doors closed behind Ianto, leaving her and Owen alone in the small space. She squeaked as he pinned her against the cold metal wall. "Time for that pick-me-up!" He leered.
When the doors opened Gwen emerged with flushed cheeks, closely followed by Owen, clutching his crotch. "Morning Owen." He sent a glare at Tosh as he gingerly sat down at his desk. Gwen could be a complete prude sometimes. And a vicious one at that.