I know Fawks will be feeling put out that the last two chapters were solely about Jack and Winter and therefore this is her appearance… no change on the smut front though.

Bad Day

Winter let out a growl of frustration as she stormed into her downstairs room, Pip had the sense to bound up into his hammock out of the way, Fawks, who had been lay half on the bed with her head hanging upside down over the edge looked over at her.

"What's with you?"

Winter merely yelled and threw her bag into the corner. Fawks simply pulled herself up onto the bed properly and crossed her legs, watching the young girl storm around the room, angry but cleaning up Fawks' general mess.

"Why can't you just clean up after yourself!"

Fawks smirked.

"If I did that I wouldn't have enough time seeing you bend down to pick things up." Fawks said easily and Winter merely huffed.

"So, what's wrong?" Fawks asked in a sing song voice.

"Bloody Jack Harkness!" Fawks couldn't hide a smile. "And stop that!"

"What?" Fawks asked innocently.

"Being so happy when I'm mad at him."

"It's not that." Fawks gave a lopsided grin.

"What then?"

"Usually only I can make you swear..." Fawks said lowly. Winter paused in her cleaning and rolled her eyes over at the demon.

"Stop that."

"What?" Fawks asked, lying back on the bed.

"Making me smile."

"What he do then?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just annoying little things that I can't be doing with today, seriously can't be bothered."

"Get here." Fawks said, patting the bed.

"Fawks..." Winter groaned slouching over to her, she clambered onto the tiny single bed and Fawks pulled her to straddle her.

"I'm really not in the mood." Winter said, the demon's eyes flashed mischievously and Winter groaned inwardly, she realised a moment too soon she'd just set Fawks a challenge. Fawks grinned and leaned up, wrapping her arms around Winter's waist and kissing her, she felt Winter smile and shake her head.

"I'm all wound up," Winter told her.

"What a better way to relax?" Fawks murmured, not taking her lips from Winter's skin, kissing instead at her neck and the skin above her v-neck t-shirt. Fawks' hands had already twisted up the back of her t-shirt, warm hands soothing the tense muscles there. Fawks rested her head against Winter's heart and she looked up at Winter, big golden puppy dog eyes looking up at Winter and she groaned.

"I hate you..." She said and leant down to kiss her and Fawks grinned, moaning as Winter met her lips.

"You cheat." Winter grumbled as Fawks pushed her tshirt over her head.

"You'll have to be a little more specific." Fawks mumbled, moving her lips across her collarbone, letting her warm breath tickle the younger girl's skin.

"You do that thing..." Winter moaned softly, Fawks smiled against the skin on her stomach and Winter pulled her face up to her own as her teeth glinted in the light.

"Hands." Winter growled.

"huh?"

"If you think I'm letting you rip through another bra you're mad."

"Boring." Fawks whispered huskily in her ear, placing Winter back on the bed, they were both now facing the wrong way but it hardly mattered.

"I have spent too much money buying underwear for your amusement." Winter told her before Fawks did her usual trick of completely wiping Winter's mind of any rational thought that didn't go along the lines of

"Oh God..."

"He's not going to help you," Fawks said, her breathing hoarse as she rolled her hips in time with her hand. Winter leaned up and wrapped her hands in Fawks hair and pulled her closer, pulling frantically at the buttons her shirt and pulling the demon closer.

Winter bit hard into Fawks' neck and the demon yelped in surprise as Winter tried to quiet herself moaning into the demon's hot skin.

"Win..." Fawks whispered, her voice quavering slightly as Winter let her eyes roll back in pleasure, pushing her hips up in time with the older woman's movements. Winter's fingernails digging into the skin of her shoulders, muttering obscenities to the sky and wrapping her legs around Fawks and pulling her so close she wasn't sure where she ended and Fawks began. Winter collapsed heavily onto the bed and felt Fawks' lips kissing gently across her body as she came down from her high, previous worries forgotten she pulled the button-less remains of Fawks' shirt from her shoulders. It was peaceful and quiet and Winter looked a lot less uptight until an irritated voice rang over the intercom.

"Nemo can you please stop hiding. I want to talk to you."

Fawks blinked as a hard kiss was pressed to her lips.

"But jack..."

"Balls to him..."

Winter skipped up into the main hub half an hour after Jack's announcement, the team turned to look as she skipped into the hub, Owen smirked over at Ianto who rolled his eyes and Gwen bit her lip to stop her laugh as Winter stepped in front of Jack and purposefully with a straight face asked

"What?"

"I-" At that moment Fawks appeared at the stairwell and looked into the main hub. Even Tosh couldn't hide a small giggle. The woman had a crooked grin plastered to her face, her eyes sparkling and her hair was all messed up as though hands had been run through it, along with this she was leaning on the door frame in jeans, that hung from her hips and were wide open so it was easy to see the purple lace of her underwear, over her shoulders she wore a torn open shirt so her torso, matching bra and various mouth shape pink marks were blossoming on her neck, chest and abdomen were visible. Jack blinked over at her and her grin impossibly widened. She raised a hand and lazily saluted the Captain, winking at him as he looked back down to the straight faced younger woman in front of him.