Author Devylish
Fandom Torchwood
Title Reciprocity
Words 858
Chap. 4: Let Go
Pairing Tosh/Owen maybe some Jack/Ianto
Rating (K+) PG 13
Spoilers If you've seen season one you're golden.
Warning Language
Disclaimer Don't own it. Wish I did. Please don't sue me.
Author's Note Unbeta'd
Author's Note2 First venture into Torchwood Fic … use me kindly!

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Owen woke up to the sound of a door being slammed shut. He groaned in response and attempted to figure out why his body felt so fucking cramped and achy. A few seconds of digging through his hazy memory woke him up completely. He was scrunched, uncomfortably, in the back of the Torchwood truck – hence the discomfort. And he was IN the Torchwood truck because he was on a stakeout. With Tosh.

Tosh.

Owen opened his eyes and struggled into a sitting position. Looking out the passenger-side window he saw Tosh's slender frame silhouetted by moonlight. She was standing at the edge of the parking structure, her arms wrapped around her waist as she stared at the water.

Quietly opening the car door Owen called out to her, "Tosh?"

Nothing.

He tried her again, this time a little louder. "Oi, Tosh. Anything wrong? Any evil orb sightings?"

And again with the no response.

With a sigh, Owen tentatively climbed out of the truck and moved toward her.

"Under an evil, alien induced spell? Lost in thought?" He tapped her on the shoulder then added, when she turned around and he could see her face, "Or, just bloody well pissed off."

"Good. You're awake. I'll just take my turn then." Her words were clipped and she kept her eyes averted from his.

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Tosh stepped around Owen and moved back to the truck she'd vacated just seconds ago. He was right… she was pissed. Pissed at him… and herself… and the whole damn situation. Her whole: ignore Owen and move on with your life plan was NOT working. She'd found herself watching him while he slept… for two hours! Just staring at him…. Watching him breathe; studying the rise and fall of his chest… the faint smile that broke across his face as he dreamed.

'How do you stand a chance against a man who fascinates you even when he sleeps?'

You don't stand a chance. The realization rocked her. She might very well never be free of… of this thing she had for Owen. And she quite probably would never have him.

Unable to breathe Tosh had slammed her way out of the car, taking in long, deep, lungfuls of the cool night air as she stared at the moon.

And then she'd heard his voice calling out her name. 'Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. I will not be infatuated with Owen Harper anymore!'

"Under an evil, alien induced spell? Lost in thought?" Stupid, unfeeling, jackass. She spun around as he tapped her on the shoulder.

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"Good. You're awake. I'll just take my turn then." What The Fuck!?

What the fuck did I do to deserve that tone? Owen threw his hands up in defeat. Then he thought better of it. 'No. I didn't do anything… this time!'

Jogging the few steps necessary to catch up with Tosh, he grabbed her arm just before she reached the truck.

"For fucks sake, what the hell is your problem?"

"Owen let go of me!" Tosh turned around to face him, doing her best to jerk her arm out of his grip.

"Not until you tell me what bloody bug crawled up your arse."

"What… what bug? Up my…?!" She sputtered before finally pulling her arm free of his grasp. Using both of her hands she pushed against his chest. "You, you shit! You're the bloody bug! You're to blame for… for everything! Damnit all! I can't get any peace, or any reaction from you, and I'm damn well stuck with you as co-worker and it's just not… let go of me Owen… please."

Owen watched Tosh's eyes light with sparks of anger as she poked her finger in his chest; she had spirit. It wasn't always visible… always on the surface, like it was with Gwyn, nor did it lace all of her words and behavior as it had with Diane, but it was there, and it was amazing.

"… and I'm damn well stuck with you as co-worker and it's just not… let go of me Owen… please." Owen captured Tosh's arms in his hands and quickly guided her backwards until her back was pressed against the door of the truck. With a glance at her eyes, he lowered his head to hers and hesitantly pressed his lips to hers.

All questions, all hesitancy, left him when his skin touched hers. Her lips were silk and pliant. Her body was giving, and at the same time, demanding. And somewhere, in the back of his mind, he wondered how someone so small could surround him – his senses – so completely.

Their kiss deepened as his hands moved from her arms, to her waist and hip, more possessively settling her frame against his.

Her arms freed from his grasp, and his hands placed in more pleasing locations, Tosh lifted her hands to Owen's neck, threading her fingers through the short hair located there. 'I'm kissing… and being kissed… by Owen Harper. Owen! My Owen.' Tosh melted into his arms a little more.

When they finally separated for air, Owen pressed his forehead against Tosh's, and she inhaled shallowly before breathlessly whispering, "Bugger!"