AN: I do not own Torchwood. I am just playing with the characters for a bit. I hope you all enjoy. This is my first try at a Torchwood piece. Please leave a review.
Jack felt her all through his body. Her hand in his, her legs brushing gently, rhythmically, against his. Her other hand, absently caressing, on his shoulder. Her breath on his face. Her stomach occassionally rubbing against his. And all he wanted to do, was lean down and place his lips on hers. But she was out of his reach now, even though she was in his arms. She had married the man who could open his heart completely to her, without fear.
Jack understands now. Sometimes what we want the most in this world, we must let go. So he let Gwen go.