Anything that looks familiar isn't mine.
I feel like doing this to Owen at times.
Title inspired by the Emery album.
His pulse presses against her palms and she digs her nails into the back of his neck where the fine baby hairs grow. Her thumbs rest under his chin and she squeezes. She smiles, her shoulders hunching as she leans over him. She squeezes harder. The skin is hot; hot smooth skin that she'd just like to ravish. But he has to stop breathing, he has to. Owen is fighting, limbs jerking, spittle flying, eyes bulging. Toshiko is somehow stronger.
"Tosh! Pizza's here."
She looks up from her computer. Her blood pounds shamefully. She likes it.
"Coming, Ianto…"