Title: Vibrating Footstool
Rating: M (just because of that last paragraph, but nothing graphic)
Summary: [OOC] Tosh gets a footstool, but it's not your ordinary footstool. Owen is intrigued.
Notes: Dedicated to my awesome friends, Harrywhofanatic and Ceicbot, who were the instigators behind this story and were crazy enough to back me up on the idea.
One night in the Hub…
"Erm…Tosh?" Owen suddenly said.
"What is it?" Tosh said, never looking away from her computer screen and the object she was currently analyzing.
"What is that strange contraption?"
"Oh, this? It's a microbial proton accelerator."
"Well, no duh," Owen said in a somewhat insulted voice. "I'm not talking about that. I know what that is. I was asking about the device under your feet."
Tosh glanced quickly at the black, cube-shaped item her feet were currently propped on. "It's a footstool, Owen," she explained.
"Is it supposed to be making that strange sound?" His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he stared at said footstool. "It frankly sounds like a hive of angry bees."
"Well, it is a vibrating model," Tosh said.
"Why not just a regular footstool? Why a vibrating one?"
"Because the vibrations feel extremely pleasant. It's like a massage. You want to try?" Tosh offered in a tentative voice. She was clearly still interested in Owen, but that man could be completely dense and oblivious to her attempts at trying to build a relationship.
"Yes, actually," Owen said, missing Tosh's look of surprise.
She stood up and offered him her chair.
He took a seat and propped his feet on the footstool, sighing contentedly. "Boy, you weren't kidding. This feels fantastic!"
"Oh, and there are different intensity settings!" she said eagerly. Picking up a remote control from the table, she clicked a button and the humming grew louder.
"You know what could really use this?" Owen said in a thoughtful tone. "My bum."
"Your what?"
"My bum! Yeah, because earlier today, on a short mission with Jack to retrieve the Hoix, I accidentally slipped and fell on my arse, and now it's bloody aching." Without another word, he sat onto the footstool.
"Mmm…oh, yeah, that really hits the spot," Owen said blissfully with his eyes closed, wriggling his bottom on the footstool.
"I wonder—" Tosh began, but immediately stopped.
"Wonder what?" Owen prompted, opening one eye to look at Tosh.
"Nothing!" The words came out in a squeak as Tosh's cheeks began to get hot as the embarrassment coursed through her body.
"What—ohh," Owen said, understanding blooming in his head.
Tosh looked at Owen. Owen looked back at Tosh.
Sometime later on that night…
When Ianto came by to check on Tosh's analysis of the microbial proton accelerator, he found the two of them naked—Owen seated on the footstool (still on vibrating mode) and Tosh straddling him—completely unaware of anything else but the physical sensations of their bodies.
A/N- This was my first ever Torchwood fic with an Owen/Tosh pairing. I just fell in love with this couple after that one episode with Adam (forgive me if I can't remember the episode title). Yes, it's a bit OOC on Owen's part, but I'd like to think a small part of him actually does register Tosh's feelings.
I would appreciate any comments, constructive criticism, and/or questions.
-The Unreal Phantom