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Warning: smut, lots of.
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Chapter 15
Her dreams were lifted from a dead sleep. Gwen hadn't even been aware that she had fallen off. Hell she wasn't even aware of the fact that she had found a place TO sleep. She opened her eyes adjusting her eyes to the dark light as best as she could. She shielded them with her hand as she tried taking in her surroundings.
Her face paled. No, no, no she thought. But how…of all the places…
Gwen shot up trying to convince herself she was being delusional. She then grabbed her head in agony as pain shot through her. She whimpered as it slowly began to subside closing her eyes as hot tears formed down her cheeks. There was a force that pushed her forward just a bit off where she lay. She felt something pinch her on her leg, but before she could register it she felt a wave of drowsiness etch through her.
She tried to fight it, but…
Hours passed. She felt like she was in a state of a coma she just couldn't wake up to until the effects of whatever drug she had been given had worn off. She tried to convince herself it was all just a dream, but a dream with that kind of leather and size? A dream that held his scent and flared her nostrils with want and hate?
She tried to fight it. She tried to fight her dreams, but more and more her conscious was losing. She needed to get out of here. She was just so tired…so…
"You know it's amazing. You manage to wander off for a few hours and still find time to get yourself in nasty situations. I'm starting to think you like playing the part of damsel in distress," his voice boomed.
She shook her head, her eyes slowly opening to the bright light of the autopsy room. She remembered waking just once before this and she was in the SUV then. Memories clouding her vision as sudden realization hit her.
She had been walking out of the pub heading for a cheap motel to spend the night before heading out to France. France she decided and then maybe afterwards a trip to New York. New York was supposed to be lovely in the spring. London weather was horrible. Not ten minutes after she left the pub did she feel the rain hit her skin. She watched as retreating figures who had homes and families run off for the shelter of their cars or shops. So innocently ignorant and so happy to be normal.
She then felt someone hold a knife to her neck telling her to stay calm and silent and everything was going to be all right. She had forgotten that she no longer carried a gun on her. She didn't have Torchwood privileges and she didn't have her friends to back her up. She didn't bring her cell phone in fear of being traced and there was no one around for miles.
Gwen slowly turned to face her captor, anger and pleading written in her features. She tried to remember the last time she actually begged for life. She never did. She wouldn't start now.
She felt his eyes on her and she had the urge to beat him to a pulpit, but she couldn't. She was vulnerable. If she could just grab the knife from out of his reach. She followed his hand with her eyes and made her move with a knee to the groin, the knife dropped. She dashed for it forgetting about her belongings and struggling for her life.
He attacked her and she plunged the knife into him, but he didn't stop. He was larger and slightly stronger. He slapped her across the face and pinned her as she fell to the ground. she made noises of struggle, but stopped as he banged her head against the concrete ground. She was dizzy and she could feel his knife tracing a pathway from her neck over her breasts to her stomach, his blood from where she hit him making little spots on her shirt.
"I warned you to stay calm," he whispered.
The weight was suddenly shifted off of her as a gun sounded. The man fell to the ground and Gwen scurried to get away not bothering to look behind only to fall forward by a tug of the ankle by the still persisting man. Another two shots were fired and the scumbag fell dead. Gwen turned to look, but was cut short as a cloth was placed over her mouth breathing in the smell of drugs. They worked quickly as everything became distorted just before it all faded to black.
"Where are the others?"
"Home. They saw you come in."
"You found me. You came after me even after. Did you read the-"
"-Yup" he said pretending to look over some of Owen's documents.
He kept his back to her. A small mirror was laid upon the table and Jack looked at it to see her form, but he couldn't face her fully yet.
"And you still decided to drive up to London and come get me anyway," she said as anger began to build.
No matter what she did she could not escape this man. She couldn't escape him the first time around with retcon, she couldn't escape him even though she had two other relationships one being with Owen, the other Rhys. She couldn't even escape him in death because he refused to let her die (not that she wanted to die, but the point was if her life was on the brink of nonexistence he'd do whatever means necessary to keep it).
"I'm getting awfully tired of following you."
"No, you're not. And you never will."
The first time she formally met him and the entire team. That was what she told him and that was how he responded. Only now it didn't seem like she was the only one following. The effect seemed to go both ways.
"If you wanted to quit all you had to do was say so," Jack's expression was as hard as the worktable he was looking down at, "You didn't have to go all the way to London to get away from Torchwood."
"No, but I would have had to have all my memories erased."
"Torchwood protocols and procedures."
"Yeah, but there are things that I don't want to forget, things I can't afford to forget and things I know for sure you don't want me to forget."
"Not my problem anymore," he said with a chill as he climbed the stairs from the autopsy room.
Gwen pushed herself off the surface she laid on and followed after him. In honest truth she really was getting awfully tired of following him. But you'd continue to anyways, she thought and then mentally yelled at the thoughts in the back of her mind to find someplace further in the back of her mind and never come out again.
"My files are in a lock. Suzie's special lock. Not even Tosh could break that first time around and I don't believe she did it this time."
"She didn't. She just used an old regular photo of you, scanned it, ran it through CCTV. Word of advice, get rid of identification photos next time, so that way you can really admit to pulling a Suzie and oh yeah shoot yourself afterwards!" his last words were harsh.
Now they were both yelling as he finally turned to face her.
"You would have left me alone. Why'd you come after me?"
"Why do you think?"
Gwen threw her hands up in the air in frustration, "You see this. This is exactly why I left. This. I'd have to put up with all your bullshit and secrets. You play with my head encouraging and then discouraging! I barely know you and yet I never felt so strongly for someone. How ridiculous is that? I fell in love with a stranger and you know what he's too much of a coward to admit how he feels or doesn't feel!"
"You left me!" he growled loudly, his own hostility and anger in his voice.
There was a tension, a strain that made both want to throttle the other until their face turned red and then finish the job with a kiss so powerful it absorbed the other's last breath, but this argument wasn't finished yet.
"Yes I left you."
"You walked out on me and the rest of this team."
"Doesn't feel so nice does it Captain? Now add the rift just closing and it being more volatile then ever! I was gone for not even two days and you're upset."
"That was different."
"Oh yes because Captain Jack Harkness is an exception. You're still living in the past. You think that you can walk out at any given moment and I'm just expected to wait. That just seems to be the only theme with you Jack and I'm tired of waiting. I'm so tired of waiting to find out if Captain Jack Harkness is going to do next or how he's going to feel today. Whether he wants a quick shag with a man in a bar or he's looking for the right kind of Doctor. You won't let me really be a part of your life even though I know some part of you wants to."
"Is that what you want? You want to give up everything for me?"
Gwen half laughed incredulity and threw her arms in the air in suggestion to the Hub, "Look around Jack. I already have and most of those decisions were taken from my hands and…I feel like after everything you still keep me at a distance. I just can't do it anymore."
Her eyes were wet and she put her whole heart and emotion into what she said, but she stood firm. She never backed down and wasn't going too. His gaze was firm as he stared at her, tears threatening to pass her eyes.
Jack spoke more calmly, "Maybe you were right in leaving then. I was being selfish. The thought of you going drove me insane, but I just needed to make sure. Torchwood does not want you to leave. I don't want you to leave, but if you think that is what is best then the door is right there and I won't try and stop you. But before you go you need to know I made a decision. I spoke with a couple of friends who made me realize…Gwen, understand me. I have nothing. NOTHING. I have nothing to offer. No family, no promises, no little house with a picket fence. Nothing except danger, death, the possibility of heartbreak and…and this."
He walked forward, grabbed her head and kissed her, hard and passionately. His hands rustled through her hair. She didn't resist, but kissed back with just as much force her hands gripping to his neck as though any second he would pull away and leave her forever. It felt like forever. It felt right. There was this connection that sent bliss through them and made them want to hold on longer and harder as the room spun faster. Tears sped down her cheeks as he put his whole heart and soul into this.
He finally pulled away to see her response. Both opening their eyes to look at each other, trying to catch their breaths.
"So you're just going to kiss your way out of this?" Gwen spoke in an undertone.
He smiled at her question and whispered stroking her hair, "I'm tired of being a coward okay? You want a decision, here's my decision. I want to be with you, but my first priority is to protect you. In the end though when I look back I want to remember you. I want to remember having the chance to love you and taking it. I'm just sorry I took so long," he smiled.
She smiled at him through the now evaporating tears and kissed him again. He smiled as he kissed back taking control of the kiss. Their tongues mixing, lips biting and caressing the others with want.
He kissed her neck and along her jaw marking her as his and his alone. Her lips sought out his again as she went to undo the buttons on his shirt, but before she could even pop the first she found herself being thrown against the closed door of his office. He kissed her again harder, biting on her lip. He groaned as her hand brushed against his groin and then tried for his shirt again.
Jack's hands went to work as he wretched open her shirt. She breathed deeply as the air hit the part of her breasts not covered by her bra. Jack kissed down her neck moving lower and lower as his tongue trailed along the sweet of her skin, one hand teased her breast through the material of her bra while the other was enjoying the feel of her leg as she instinctively wrapped it around him. His hardness was pressing on her inner thigh and she grinned. Gwen managed to slip his shirt off and let out a slow moan arching into him as he licked a sensitive area, her mouth on his neck, one hand crawling over his chest and the other on the knob of the door.
They stumbled in, but Jack didn't let her go. He refused to anymore. He was also very sure that they wouldn't make it to his bed and the desk would have to suffice. Jack backed Gwen into the desk, her hands managing to remove his belt and unbutton his trousers in the process. It was becoming very hot. Sweat lightly glistening. He cupped her bottom as he lifted her on it and also unzipped and pulled down her trousers.
Jack let his pants fall and Gwen's eyes widened as she took in his length. His lips captured hers once more as he simultaneously undid her purple bra. She took another deep breath, a chill running through her, but it felt good. Her nipples were hardened from his previous attentions, but that didn't stop him from attacking them with his mouth once more. She moaned and in response grabbed his cock teasing it with her hand. Jack groaned in response and knew he needed to have her now.
Now. Now, after everything, after every defense that was built and broken, after countless times of staring and unspoken tension. Now, they were in this moment and Jack wanted to live in it forever.
He kissed her again and pulled back to look at her. The only thing keeping them from each other was the purple lace knickers she still wore. He couldn't believe how wet she was through the material alone. He looked at her for confirmation and she only nodded and opened her legs to beckon him closer. He did and his hands pulled them down and from her.
He stood in front of her. His arms wrapped her waist as hers wrapped his neck. She leaned her forehead against his looking into each other's eyes. She hugged him as he entered her steadily. His eyes temporarily rolled up into the back of his head as the warmth of her hit him full force. Gwen let in a sharp breath of air as she felt it knocked out of her.
It felt so good and so much more. There was a link, a bond that felt so incredibly uplifting. Neither had ever felt it, but as they were joined they both felt alive for the first time in a long time.
Jack kept his movements slow allowing her to become accustomed. She moaned into his neck, her heart racing as wave after wave of sensation hit her.
"Harder Jack, please," she almost whispered.
Jack grunted as his movements became more frantic. His hands moved up her back. He thrust in her continually as though it would end too soon as he reveled in it. He could feel himself starting to lose it. Sweat slicking both their bodies. Gwen whimpered as he hit just the place and he smirked. He hit it again and again and she could feel herself getting closer.
He thrust a few more times turning her head and kissing her again hungrily. The both came with cries of ecstasy. Jack spilled into her. Gwen's head fell back breathless as Jack rested his against her stomach just as out of breath as she. She picked up his head and kissed him again.
They continued to kiss until he finally removed himself from her and walked her towards his hole in the ground. She followed him climbing the stairs down and before he could speak she caught his lips once more adding to the swollenness. He didn't resist, but rather liked that he could officially kiss her now.
She slowly moved her head away and whispered, "I don't want this night to end. I love you."
"You make it sound like you're going to lose me."
"How do I know I'm not?"
Jack should've realized. She wouldn't be able him having to leave if he ever had too. It was one of the reasons she stopped herself from being with him in the first place, but it was too late to change her mind. She wanted this and he knew she did.
"I'm not going anywhere. Not without you. Ever again."
He kissed her leading her towards the bed. Gwen took over the kiss and pushed him down on the bed. She bit at his earlobe and Jack groaned.
"Gwen, I think you should get some sleep. You're tired."
"Sleep? Why would I sleep when I'm finally awake?" she looked at him, "But if you don't want to again then-"
"-Now I didn't say that. What made you think that?" the Jack Harkness persona finally coming back into the picture as he flipped them over and began kissing her chest moving down across her breast and over her stomach. She smiled as he came back to lean over her.
"I really am in love with you, you know that," she told him.
"You know what? I'm really in love with you too. And I'll be here in the morning, but you do need your sleep. I'll be right beside you."
"Beside me or on top of me?" she joked.
He smirked and moved off to lay next to her.
"Get some sleep," he told her as she snuggled next to him.
He wrapped his arm around her tightly. He decided he really really liked having her in his bed and the possibility of moving in with him was becoming more and more appealing as the lullaby of her breathing began to soothe him into his own state of rest.
