Title: Alarm Clock
Author: Ofelia (unshakespearean)
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: [Gwen, Jack]
Rating: T
Warnings: Language and Jack
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep
Gwen groaned as she groped for the alarm clock. She had been having such a nice dream…
"Oh, fuck it. Just hit snooze." She turned to see Jack, a hint of his gorgeous smile lighting up his face.
"Jack, we can't-" she started, but she found it quite hard to finish her sentence once his lips were pressed against hers and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. Best thing about being with a two-hundred-year-old sex god, she thought, is that he knows what he's doing.
"So," he whispered as they pulled away, "who's going to turn off that goddamn alarm clock?"
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