Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. Really wish I did though.
A/N: Just like to thank Gwento-addict and Helen P for helping me choose which one to write. I was hoping you'd choose this one to be honest. Thank you both so much! =)
"When was the last time you screwed all night? When was the last time you came so hard, and so long, you forgot where you are? Doesn't happen with him, does it? You're too familiar. Whereas, you and me, we're not cozy at all. We'd be amazing! And that scares the shit out of you." Owen hissed.
Gwen had her fingers tangled in Owen's hair as he pinned her up against the tree. She would be lying if she told him the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she looked into his eyes. She wanted to push him away and she tried to think of Rhys but...his body was pressed so tight against her.
She could feel his body heat through her clothes and his lips...they were so close. They brushed lightly against hers as he spoke.
Her mind went blank and she tightened her fingers in his hair, crushing her lips against his. He quickly responded and ran his hands down to her waist. She moaned and Owen took the opportunity to slip his tongue past her parted lips.
It wasn't until she felt Owen's hands under her jacket that she came to her senses. She pulled away and glared at him.
"Get off me." She spat, pushing him away.
Owen grabbed her and slammed her back against the tree once more.
"Why?" He whispered. "Because you know we'd be amazing together? Because you're scared you'll enjoy it too much? Admit it Gwen, you want this to happen."
Gwen's eyes closed as she leant her head back and felt his hot breath on her neck. She gripped his arms tight as she forced herself to focus.
"I said get off me." She growled and pushed him harder.
As she stormed back in the direction of their camp-site, Owen turned to her.
"See, you're not even denying it." He called.
She stopped and turned to glare at him over her shoulder.
"Fine. I'll admit it, ok? Yes, maybe I am thinking about it. But it's not going to happen Owen." She told him.
"You say that now but now you've admitted it to us both, you won't be able to stop thinking about it. I bet by the end of the night, you're in my tent." He smirked.
She snorted and shook her head.
"I really wouldn't bet on that." She laughed.
"But I do." He said. "I bet a tenner that by midnight tonight, you'll give in and come over to my tent. If it doesn't happen, we'll forget about the whole thing."
"Ok, deal." Gwen nodded and started walking again. "Hope you've got that tenner with you."
When Gwen returned to the rest of the team, her mind was wandering again. Owen was right, once she'd said those words out loud, she couldn't stop thinking about it and it did scare her. What if she did go tonight? What would happen if she wanted more after tonight? She couldn't do that to Rhys.
As she sat down on one of the fold out chairs near where they were going to build the fire, she didn't notice Ianto talking to her.
"Gwen?" He shouted.
Her head snapped up and she looked over at him.
"Sorry Ianto. What was it you were saying?" She asked.
"Firewood. I thought you'd gone to help Owen collect it." Ianto said.
"Oh...yeah...he sent me back. Said I was only slowing him down, you know what he's like." She lied.
"Oh ok." Ianto shrugged.
Jack was in the SUV, checking for any rift surges that had occurred while they were away. He glanced at her and instantly knew she was lying. When he looked at Ianto, he knew the younger man knew too.
Toshiko was sitting quietly opposite Gwen, looking as though she was trying her hardest not to notice the lie too.
Owen returned a few minutes later, his arms filled with old twigs and branches. His eyes met Gwen's before she looked away quickly. He dumped the wood in the centre and sat across from Gwen.
The sun had set and the fire was crackling comfortingly as the team sat around it. Gwen tried to ignore Owen but every now and then their eyes met. The fire lit his face with a gentle orange glow and made his eyes sparkle.
"So what's for dinner Ianto?" Jack asked.
"Well, I thought since we were going camping, why not bring some traditional camping food. You know, spear some hot dogs on a stick and cook them over the fire." Ianto said.
"Sounds lovely." Gwen grinned.
"It does." Ianto nodded. "But someone didn't give me enough time to go shopping." Everyone glared at Jack who held his hands up in surrender. "I had to grab whatever camping food was stored in the Hub."
By the time it was cooked, they each ended up with a portion of grey, gloopy slop. Ianto had tried to make it more appealing by adding golden syrup but it only thickened the mixture so it was almost impossible to move their spoons through it.
Owen refused to touch any of his. Tosh and Jack ate a few mouthfuls before admitting defeat. Ianto tried to save his dignity and eat it all but even he gave up after three quarters. Gwen poked hers with her spoon and ate a few tiny mouthfuls before she put it aside, the slop sucking the spoon from her hand.
"I'm going to bed." She sighed. "Goodnight."
As she got up, Jack, Ianto and Tosh all said goodnight.
"I would say goodnight but what's the point? You never know...we might be seeing each other later." Owen smirked.
Gwen stared at him wide-eyed as the rest of the team looked between them.
"Goodnight Owen." She said and quickly walked over to her tent.
The tents were just big enough to stand up and walk around without stooping. Ianto had also found some self inflating air beds, big enough for two...
She shook her head away from that thought and sat down on the bed, placing her head in her hands. The image of her and Owen alone in the woods filled her mind. She could still feel his soft lips on hers, his hands burning her skin as he touched her. She felt so alive and she hadn't felt like that in a long time. She could feel it again if she wanted to. Owen had given her that option and it was so tempting to take it.
Jumping up in frustration, she grabbed her phone from her pocket and checked the time. Ten o'clock, only two hours to go until midnight.
Gwen started to pace inside her tent, trying to keep her mind from straying.
A/N: So, the next chapter's going to be from Tosh's point of view. I'm not exactly a Toshiko fan so it'll be hard to write but I look forward to the challenge! Hope it doesn't disappoint.