Author's note/ disclaimer: All hail the Beeb and RTD, for they own everything. I'm just having fun with it all for kicks. Rating raised for some steamy Tosh and Owen action. Let me know if that's wrong as hell and I'll stop right now, thank you very much. Sorry it's taken me so long! This chapter's been a b to write, even though I knew exactly what I wanted to say all along... Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, you pushed me forwards. Really, the reviews make me go all warm and gooey inside and inspire me to channel my Janto fluff so fluffy!! Hugs for everyone, hope you enjoy, and thanks to my proof reader of the Gods, you know who you are ;)... Please continue to review, and I promise eternal cookies of fluffy Ianto-centric nonsense in return... Love xxx
P.S. Problems should be fixed now, thanks to those who pointed them out for me xxx
Owen fumbled with his keys, mainly because he was engaged in a fantastic kiss with Tosh. He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and managed to single out the right key and use it. They tumbled through the door together, and as soon as it was closed, Tosh had him pressed up against it, her hands up his shirt and her tongue in his mouth. Owen groaned and kissed back, throwing his satchel down and moving to wrap his arms round Tosh's waist. From out of the darkness to his left, a voice hissed, gravelly and distant,
"Witness the voice of the beast. I have come for your soul. Prepare yourself for death." Owen, who would later claim he just jumped a bit (Tosh would back him up because she was feeling sympathetic towards his ego) leapt about three feet into the air, screaming like a girl, and hid himself behind Tosh, shaking. Tosh simply straightened, and flicked on the light, displaying... nothing.
"Owen. I've heard that recording before. It's from a popular spoof on YouTube. I think you've just been had." She descended into fits of giggles, and made her way over to his bag.
"NO! Tosh! Don't! It'll kill you!" Owen yelled, backing into a corner.
"You're such a girl!" Tosh announced, opening the front pocket and removing the voice box. She waved it at him, and pressed the button down. It repeated the threat, slightly less menacingly this time. Owen stopped his protesting and simply looked at the box in utter shock. "Are you alright?" Tosh looked down at the box. "Hmm... This is the recorder from that stupid toy elephant Gwen bought for Ianto..." She was interrupted by a yell of fury.
"That little shit! I was nice to him! I changed his fucking nappies! I did it with minimal fucking ridicule. I'm gonna fucking kill him!!" Owen lunged for the voice box as though it was Ianto and he wanted to strangle it. Tosh stepped sideways and he ended up falling over headfirst into his umbrella stand. Cursing a little more, he stood up and glared at her.
"Calm down, Owen. If you let it get to you, he'll have won. Anyway, it's probably payback for when you got him into real trouble last week by replacing Jack's special coffee blend with decaf. You two really ought to stop these pranks. Someone's going to get hurt soon. Although, I have to say... your face..." She burst out laughing again, and in between giggles managed to blurt out, 'Talk about killing the mood!" Owen fumed.
"Great, so not only has he nearly given me a heart attack and made me look stupid, he's stopped me getting laid. He's dead. I'm putting arsenic in his beaker. No... that's too nice... I'm gonna..." He stopped to see Tosh looking at him without a trace of humour on her face.
"Smooth, Owen. Next time you want to 'get laid', go pick up a hooker. I'm not your whore." She threw the voice box at him and stormed out, leaving him standing in his hall listening to the evil voice. It was then that he noticed the front of his trousers was rather damp... Thank God Tosh hadn't noticed THAT!!
Ianto blinked and rubbed his eyes. He snuggled closer to Jack's chest, breathing in the comforting smell of sleep, and let out a satisfied mewl. Jack stirred, his arms wrapping round Ianto tighter, and groaned.
"You awake?" he asked, peering down at the baby burrowed into his chest.
"Nope," Ianto replied, looking up, bleary-eyed and gorgeous. Jack smiled down at him and pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa tighter over them both. Yawning, he wriggled into a new position, then allowed Ianto to settle himself, before he found the remote and switched the TV from the DVD menu screen to the morning news. As the reporter began a particularly interesting discussion about chavs with whomever the latest celebrity was, Jack roused himself and went to make coffee. To his dismay, he was almost out of his favourite kind. He'd have to go shopping later, and take Ianto. He wouldn't know where to buy the stuff. He finished his own, made a beaker full of steamed milk for Ianto and settled back down on the sofa, curled around the baby, who was sound asleep again.
When Ianto awoke, he found himself being carried carefully down to the Torchwood shower block. He blinked up at Jack, who smiled down at him.
"Morning sleepyhead." He grinned and allowed the child to shift in his arms. "Gonna give you a bath. I know you love to be clean." The grin on Jack's face was slightly inane, and Ianto wondered what he was in for. His suspicions, and worst nightmares, were confirmed when Jack set him down on a bench and revealed a baby bathtub which had been set up in the middle of the room. It was filled with bubbles. Ianto was sure there was water underneath them, but he was equally sure that there couldn't be much of it! The bubbles were overflowing, spilling across the white tiled floor, he was sure they would suffocate him. Gwen bounced in, her arms full of baby lotion, No More Tears shampoo, rubber ducks and other bath toys. Ianto suppressed the baby instincts which sparked with glee at the sight of a particularly interesting wind up boat.
"What time is it?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Nine fifteen." Jack replied, throwing him a smile. Ianto looked at the delight in Jack's face that he got to play with the bath toys too, and threw caution to the wind, deciding that if it made Jack happy, he could play the baby.
"Gwen's not gonna stay here wile I baff is she?" Gwen frowned.
"Not if you don't want me to sweetie." Ianto looked at the disappointment on her face. Frankly, Rhys needed to get her pregnant. And soon. Who was he to deny her deepest desires? It wasn't like she'd never seen him naked before. She'd walked in on him in the shower on her second day at work, and spent the rest of the week bright red with embarrassment. He was just a little... smaller... now. He shook his head and smiled sweetly.
"No, it's okay. Jack wood only get shampu in my eyes anyway." She giggled and grinned like it was Christmas before scooping some of the bubbles out of the bath.
"There are far too many bubbles in here. You'll suffocate him, Jack" She giggled again, flicking foam at the captain, who grinned in a predatory fashion and joined the game, coating her in a layer of foam. He sculpted a nice Father Christmas beard on her chin in foam, and she gave him lovely foam boobs. Ianto was so busy laughing at it all, that he didn't notice the shift in mood for a moment. One minute they had been wrestling each other to avoid more foam, the next, Jack was on the floor on his back with Gwen on top of him, and time seemed to stop. Ianto considered their position. It was vaguely familiar to him. Jack looked his way, guiltily, and that snapped Gwen out of it. She jumped back as if burned and turned a vicious shade of ruby, mumbling something about needing to get Ianto into the bath, and shuffled over to Ianto to help him out of his clothes. Ianto smiled at her warmly, then looked at Jack, who was looking at his shoes uncomfortably. Ianto giggled at him. He didn't really mind Jack flirting with Gwen, or the fact that if she lost her moral compass, Jack would be on top of her within seconds. Their love was more like a protective brother and sister thing. If they ever kissed, they'd work that out pretty quickly. Although, thinking about it, Ianto wasn't sure if Jack's lack of morality stretched to shagging his sister. If he had a sister. He hoped there was a line Jack wouldn't cross, and that incest was firmly on the other side of it. Either way he needed to lighten the mood, so he grinned what he hoped was a wolfish grin, and loudly said,
"Pass me the rubber ducky, Jack?" Jack grinned at him and giggled before gesturing at the pile of about 10 different varieties of duckies.
"Any particular model, baby?" Ianto giggled. Jack calling him baby was just too funny for him. He perused the pile, and found himself alarmed.
"Is that pink won a vibwator?" His eyes widened. "I'll go for the bwue one wiv the skweeker. It looks sayf at least!" Jack collapsed as he spied the vibrator duck Ianto had mentioned. It was, indeed, a bath toy for grown-ups. He looked at Gwen and cried with laughter. She looked innocent.
"Oh, I did wonder why the lady looked at me funny when I bought that. Well how was I to know it was a sex toy? Who turns a duck into a vibrator?" She began to giggle too. "She must have thought I had some kind of baby role-play fetish! Poor girl!" She scooped Ianto up and plopped him into the bath. It was satisfyingly warm and smelt of soap and jasmine. Ianto inhaled the smell and relaxed into the bubbles, smiling. Then jumped out of his skin as Jack advanced on him menacingly with the vibrator duck. He squeaked and threw his hands up in defence. Jack stopped his attack and dropped the duck to the floor, laughing like a loon.
"If we cawwy on like this, I'll never be cwean!" Ianto giggled. "Can I play wiv the bowt?" He pointed at the one he had seen earlier and Gwen passed it to him. He began to look at the wind up mechanism, and within seconds, had taken the boat apart.
"Not what you're supposed to do, Yan, you're supposed to play with it in a childish sense, not tinker with it like Tosh!" Jack grinned, reaching for the shampoo. Ianto just grinned and put the boat back together as Gwen wet his hair and Jack gently massaged in the shampoo.
Thirty minutes of giggling later (trying to wash Ianto's feet had been an experience. How could one person possible be that ticklish?) Jack carried a freshly bathed Ianto upstairs and sat him beside the coffee machine.
"Crap. Yan, I left my earpiece in the shower room. Don't move, I'll be right back." Jack sauntered off back to the shower block. Ianto sat and twiddled his thumbs. He noticed Tosh looking at him strangely, but she looked away when she caught his eye. He wondered how her date with Owen had gone. Thinking about it, where was Owen? He barely had time to register this question before said doctor stormed into the Hub and towards him, menacingly, with fury written all over his face. 'Oh,' thought Ianto, 'the trick worked...' He then stopped thinking promptly as Owen was still advancing and he was looking like he might hurt Ianto, baby or not.
"You think you're so fucking funny Teaboy! Well how about I knock your smile off your stupid baby face?" The doctor screamed, advancing rapidly. Just as Owen was about to enter the kitchenette and knock Ianto out, Jack's arm appeared and stopped him.
"I wouldn't even try it." Jack sneered in his most commanding voice, which, despite his usual shouting, was quiet and sounded deadly. "You touch him, you die." Jack dropped his arm, and Owen glared at Ianto for a second before sagging, turning, and storming off into the tunnels. Ianto heard a door slam, and blinked, releasing the breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Owen had gone even more ballistic than he'd thought. That could mean only one thing, he must have gotten in the way of sex. Ianto looked at Tosh. She was a little pink in the face, and wouldn't meet his eye. When she did, he mouthed, 'sorry' and she looked away again quickly.
Jack sighed, and scooped Ianto up into his arms, hugging him close and breathing in the smell of shampoo and baby. Ianto buried his face into the Captain's neck, embarrassed, and made himself small.
"I'm taking Ianto shopping with me, we're almost out of my coffee. I'll be back as soon as possible, but I'll have my earpiece if you need me. Gwen, don't go after Owen, give him some time to cool down, then Tosh, you go. He's much less likely to punch you. See if you can calm him enough to do a report for Unit on the composition of that serum we confiscated from the Tamorphian tourist last month." Jack smiled warmly at his team, hitched Ianto further up his body, grabbed his coat, and left.
Ianto insisted that they go to Tesco for the shopping, saying that they were the only place which stocked Jack's favourite coffee, so Jack parked the massive SUV in the 'Mothers with Children' space (actually, over two spaces, but who's counting?) and went round to help Ianto un-strap himself and get out of the car. Carrying Ianto on his hip, he sauntered over to the trolleys, winking at a young woman struggling with a toddler about Ianto's size, who was throwing a tantrum. He looked questioningly between Ianto and the trolley seat, and when Ianto nodded, he slotted the boy into the chair and wheeled the trolley into the shop. Immediately, Jack wished he went shopping more often. The supermarket was full of fun things. He was immediately faced with the flowers.
Although everyone assumed that Jack was quite masculine, he had a soft spot for beautiful things, and flowers were certainly beautiful. In fact, sunflowers were one of his favourites. He had fond memories of a young Estelle blushing like a schoolgirl when he presented her with a beautiful bouquet of the bright yellow blooms when he was courting her. They had been his choice of flower since then. He plucked a bunch which contained a couple of sunflowers out and handed them to Ianto, smiling. The boy took them with a grin and put them into the trolley neatly. Jack looked down at him. It was odd. Jack Harkness had slept with men, women, aliens, the lot. He'd had species some people, even in his own time, had thought it was impossible to be sexually active with. Occasionally, he'd met someone and had a short relationship. He'd loved many people, but only three times in his life had he fallen in love. All three times it had been with women. He hadn't loved Captain John, and he hadn't really loved the Doctor, just been infatuated with him. The first woman he loved had been a kind of mentor to him. After his father died, his mother had wasted away so quickly. He had been left alone, but she had taken him in and looked after him. She was impractically too old for him, and loved him like a son, but he was devoted to her. She had introduced him to the Time Agency, taught him everything he knew, then had disappeared without a trace, leaving him broken.
The second woman he had fallen in love with had been an alien. It hadn't mattered to him. She was beautiful, humanoid, with flowing purple hair which fell to her waist, each strand capable of moving independently. He remembered waking up to her gently tickling him every morning. He'd had to kill her himself, she had been a terrorist of sorts, attempting to undermine the Shadow Proclamation, and it was his job at the time to deal with such things. He had locked away his heart for nearly a hundred years, even married without love, until he met Estelle. Yes, Captain Jack Harkness had had men, but he loved women, so why was it that he found himself wanting to throw himself to the floor and propose to Ianto Jones, even though he had been turned into a baby? He stared into Ianto's eyes and smiled. Maybe he was changing, and maybe it was a good thing.
He was snapped back to reality when Ianto coughed suddenly and pointed at the clock. He checked, it was 11 am. He wasn't sure why Ianto wanted him to know that until he put two and two together and remembered that Ianto might suddenly age a year any minute. He wheeled the trolley to the section of the shop which had toilets, and lifted Ianto out, taking him into the baby changing unit. Setting him down on the nappy changing surface, he smiled, and waited. Sure enough, at the appointed time, Ianto felt the dizziness and the pain, and collapsed once more, ageing another year in the process. Thankfully, Jack had dressed him in age 3 clothing, so he wasn't uncomfortable. He blinked up at Jack, and hauled himself into a sitting position.
"Ok. Let's do sum shopping yeah?" He asked with a cheeky grin. Jack smiled and lifted him, leaving the toilet and collecting the trolley before setting off into the shop to get supplies, and wondering when watching the object of your affections collapse and age a year at just gone eleven in the morning every day became normal.
He wheeled the trolley through the aisles systematically, and picked up the items Ianto pointed at. Many shoppers found it perplexing that he was listening to the commands of a three year old. One woman even choked on her chewing gum when Ianto said matter-of-factly,
"No, you imbursill! Tosh onwy likes soyer milk. Put the goat's milk down and get the soyer. And then we want sum probuyotic yogurts." Jack had done as instructed, smiling sheepishly at his mistake, and rolled over to get some Yakult.
Finally, with an almost-full trolley, (Jack had insisted on buying lubricant, strawberries, massage oil and a My Little Pony lollipop, for himself) they reached the tea and coffee section. Jack gazed at the mesmerising and seemingly limitless variety of coffee. Bypassing the instant section, which he knew Ianto wouldn't even spit at, he stopped in front of the expensive real coffees and looked expectantly at Ianto.
"Which one is it? I've never seen the packaging, just the jars you keep it in." Ianto smiled a devilish smile and pointed to the bottom shelf. Jack stooped, went to pick up the coffee, and stopped. He read the label, looked at Ianto and back and then re-read Tesco Value Cafetiere Coffee. He straightened and glared at Ianto. "Seriously? You're kidding? You give me own brand value coffee?" Ianto looked innocent.
"You like the coffee. You say it's the best in the wurld. Who am I to cwueshchun your obviouswy cweshchunabul taste?" Jack glared some more, before bending to retrieve the biggest bag he could find. When he straightened, Ianto was actually crying with laughter, and there was quite an audience of amused spectators, smirking and wondering why the child was being asked for coffee advice. "You compwete dunce! Do you weally fink I'd buy vawue coffee? I'm a snob!" He giggled as Jack replaced the coffee, and pointed instead at a fancy looking bag about halfway up, with gold lettering and several 'awards' advertised on it. "Your won is that won. Owen and Gwen have the purpul won on the top shewf, and Tosh has the black bag next to yours." He grinned as Jack got the coffee, then proceeded to tickle him senseless, before grabbing him out of the trolley and swinging him round a few times, causing Ianto to giggle and wriggle. One lady placed a hand on Jack's arm as he settled the boy back in the trolley. Jack turned to face her, and she said, her tone serious,
"Your son is very intelligent." Jack fought the urge to laugh, and went with it, he knew kids could be a real lady magnet.
"Thanks so much. Do you have kids of your own?" The woman smiled and shook her head.
"No, but I'd love to one day. Just thought I'd compliment you, you're obviously doing a great job on his education." She turned on her heel and left, as Jack called a 'thanks' after her. Ianto rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Alrite Captin horny! Get a mowve on!" Jack chuckled and began to push the trolley towards the checkout.
Once Jack had finished flirting with the till assistant, and successfully gotten her phone number, and had goosed the man who looked after the trolleys, the two clambered back into the car. Or rather, Jack deposited Ianto on his new car-seat, which had been bought in store, and climbed into his own side, before starting the engine.
"Now, I was thinking. It's pretty obvious you're ageing a year a day, every day. So, we're gonna need some more clothes for you. How about I take you to the centre and we find some stuff for the next week or so?" Ianto nodded sagely, and Jack set off, parking in the multistorey by Debenhams, and carrying Ianto into the huge building. It didn't take long to find somewhere which sold children's clothes, and soon, Ianto was picking out outfits for the next week. Ever practical, he chose several pairs of jeans, and a few cute T-Shirts. Jack had insisted on some cute dungarees and an orange top for tomorrow, so he only had six outfits to compose. Finally, they had all the necessary items in all the right sizes, and Jack bought a few pairs of shoes too, for safety, and also because he found himself with a non-sexual fetish for tiny, tiny trainers. They went to the check out and put everything on the Torchwood credit card (that's right, designer baby gear courtesy of her Majesty!) before getting coffee for Jack and steamed milk for Ianto (with vanilla syrup this time) and getting into the SUV for the third time that day.
Safely back at the hub, Jack instructed Gwen to put the shopping away, and look after Ianto. Tosh was nowhere to be seen and nor was Owen. Jack took that to be a good thing, and went to have a shower. He was feeling seriously distracted... He stripped off his clothes, and stepped under the hot spray, tilting his face upwards to allow the water to fall on him like rain. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back, and let his mind wander to before Ianto had changed...
Jack heard a crash from somewhere in the hub. He jumped up, gun already drawn, but realised it was Ianto shifting things, and holstered the Webley quickly. Smiling, he stood at the door to his office and watched the young man for a moment. He was struggling with some boxes, containing new computer equipment for Tosh. Jack had gotten over the whole cyberwoman incident quickly. In fact, if anything it had strengthened his trust for Ianto. It was clear that the boy's loyalty was unbreakable. Now that loyalty was to Jack. It turned him on more than a little. He decided to have mercy on Ianto's biceps, and slunk down the steps to relieve him of one of the boxes. He'd begun to flirt with Ianto more and more recently, even going so far as to kiss him gently on a few occasions. Nothing but chaste pecks for now, he knew that Ianto had never been with a man before, and that despite the obvious attraction between them, the boy was nervous. Quite rightly so, Jack thought, considering his track record as a sexual beast.
He took the box and hefted it onto the space that had been cleared for it on the desk, then stood back to allow Ianto to deposit his, before moving in as the younger man turned to pin him to the edge of the desk. Alarm crossed Ianto's face, but he quickly relaxed and smiled slightly, blushing a little.
"I really have to set these consoles up, Sir." He said, looking down, and avoiding Jack's eyes. Jack reached out to tilt Ianto's face upwards, forcing him to meet he gaze, then let his hand move to cup the boy's cheek, gently trailing the pad of his thumb over his cheekbone. This skin was hot to the touch, and redenning quickly unter Jack's intense attention.
"They can wait." He whispered, his other had gently trailing up Ianto's side, fingertips barely brushing the charcoal wool of his suit. Ianto shuddered almost imperceptibly, and had Jack not been so close, he may not have noticed. "May I kiss you?" He asked, looking into Ianto's eyes and smiling softly. His eyes widened slightly, and his mouth fell open temptingly.
"Uh... Ok." He nodded, and Jack slowly closed the distance between them, gently sealing their mouths together in a soft, chaste kiss. He was reluctant to pull back, so let the kiss linger a little, and was taken by suprise when Ianto began to kiss him back softly, his hands coming up to rest on Jack's shoulders. Jack slid his hand round to cup the back of Ianto's neck, and opened his eyes, to see Ianto's closed before him, a look of concentration on his face. He smiled into the kiss and Ianto's eyes opened suddenly, before he pulled away a little too soon for Jack's liking. "What's funny?" He asked, a look of panic on his face.
"Nothing, it was more of a smile of triumph actually." Jack grinned, carressing Ianto's face again, and was yet again surprised when instad of dropping his hands to his sides, Ianto returned the favour, fingertips ghosting over Jack's cheekbones, tickling him a little, but in such a good way. "You're even more than I expected you to be." If it was possible, Ianto blushed even more, and took Jack by surprise for the third time that evening by leaning forward to place a more exploratory kiss upon the Captain's mouth. Jack groaned and tightened his hold on Ianto, pulling their bodies flush together, and causing Ianto to gasp. He used the opportunity to run his tongue over the exposed bottom lip, earning him a shudder, as Ianto allowed him to deepen the kiss. He used his tongue to explore his new lover, finding out what Ianto liked and disliked, the things which caused him to make small sounds of pleasure and convulsively grip harder with the hand which had now slipped to the back of Jack's head, and was gently carding through his hair. He held Ianto steady with the hand on his face, and ran the other over his shoulders and back, settling it at his waist. Finally, they had to break for air, and when he opened his eyes, Jack saw Ianto panting, his eyes dark and his lips swollen from the kisses. He groaned again, wishing he could just have him now, take him to his room, throw him on the bed and... But no, he had to take this slow, he had promised Ianto not to push him, and he didn't want to hurt the boy.
"Wow..." Ianto said, blush returning and a small, shy smile tweaking the corners of his mouth. "That was amazing." Jack grinned and stepped back a little, breaking the contact.
"Let me know if you ever want a repeat performance." Jack winked. "Now, get back to work!" He mocked, wagging his finger, before turning and striding back into his office, half because he loved being a tease, and half because if Ianto saw how aroused Jack had become, he'd be sure to get scared off.
Jack smiled at the memories as the water rushed over him. He massaged some shampoo into his hair, and rinsed it as he recalled how shy Ianto had been for the rest of that day. Finally, he was clean. He looked down at himself, grimacing as he noted his reaction to the memories. He'd tried it on with practically everyone he'd met today and still no luck. Sighing, he resigned himself, and stepped back under the spray to solve his 'problem'.
Tosh sighed, and continued on through the maze of tunnels, following the clanging sounds coming from up ahead. She tried calling again,
"Owen! Owen, can we talk?" No reply. Once more, she sighed, and rounded a bend just in time to see Owen kick a pipe and then flop to the floor in frustration. She'd been slowly trailing him through the corridors for nearly an hour now, so to actually catch up with him was a bit of a shock to her. She stood and watched momentarily, before advancing slowly, as one would advance on a wild animal. "Owen? Are you okay?" She asked softly, as she drew alongside him, crouching to be on his level. He glared up at her, the very picture of a stubborn, moody teenager, and snorted. Taking that as a 'I'm sulking, leave me alone', she put her hand on his arm and smiled weakly.
"Go away Tosh." She grinned in a conspiratory way.
"Can't I'm lost. I haven't been keeping track of the turnings, just following you. Now, are you going to talk to me?" He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Thought you were pissed off at me?" She lowered her eyes and considered this. Sure, she was a little angry that he had seen her as a cheap lay, but she had to admit, she had wanted the sex anyway.
"No, I was just playing hard to get..." He almost smiled then, and she knew she was winning the fight against the sulk monster which resided within Owen. "Maybe we could try again sometime?" Now he did smirk.
"As long as we don't take my bag with us this time." She giggled a little. "Why is Ianto such a cock?" He pouted.
"To be fair, Owen, you're a bit of a cock yourself where he's concerned." She smiled into his glare, and tried a more diplomatic approach. "If you'd done it to him, you'd have found it hilarious." He smirked a little.
"True." He looked across at her. "How come you're so bloody fantastic Tosh?" She blushed and smiled.
"I'm not, really.. I just..." Tosh was cut short by a forceful kiss from Owen. She gasped in surprise, and his tongue was down her throat before she could blink. Closing her eyes, she kissed back shifting her body so that she was over him, straddling his thighs. His hands were everywhere, her hair, face, shoulders, back, butt. Finally, they settled on her waist, pushing up the material of her top a little, and tickling at her sides. She whimpered and writhed, and that seemed to excite Owen even more, because she suddenly found herself flat on the floor with Owen on top of her, his mouth latched onto her neck. She gasped for air, and moaned again as he dragged his teeth across the sensitive skin before soothing it with a lick, his mouth working downwards and his hands upwards under the cotton of her top. She arched her back so that the offending article could be removed, and started to work on Owen's T-shirt, pulling it up over his shoulders, and running her hands down the exposed muscle of his arms. She shuddered as his mouth descended on her once more, and he pulled her into his lap, one hand working on the clasp of her bra, the other teasing her waist as he had before.
Owen triumphed over the underwear, and pulled back to look at Tosh's topless form. She really did have amazing breasts. He groaned loudly as she kissed him, then worked her way down his jawline to his neck, nipping at the pulse point, and sucking softly to leave marks of their encounter. His hands went instinctively to her chest, and she jumped.
"Fuck Owen, cold hands!" Before she pushed him onto his back, her mouth working further down his torso and her hands tickling his abdomen, before one slipped lower to toy with the catch of his jeans. He gasped and bucked his hips involuntarily, moaning as she found the zipper and undid it, her hand slipping inside.
"God, Tosh!" He groaned, pulling her face to him for another dizzying kiss as he worked on the buttons of her suit trousers. He wriggled out of his own trousers and underwear, gasping at the cold of the tunnels, then helped Tosh out of her own, noting with amusement that she didn't wear matching underwear. When they were both naked, he pulled her into his lap again, kissing her feverishly, before pulling back to look in her eyes. "Do you have condoms?" He asked, voice hoarse with desire.
"Uh... No... I... Wasn't expecting..." He silenced her with another kiss.
"Back pocket of my jeans." He gasped, as her hand moved lower between them. she turned and used the other hand to scrabble in the jeans, fishing in first one pocket, then the other before holding up a foil wrapper. "Perfect." He practically purred, as she ripped it open with her teeth, and sat back to allow her to roll the condom on. Sighing as she began to tease him, he looked into her eyes. "Sure about this?" He swallowed.
"Never more certain." She nodded, pulling him in for another kiss, as he lowered her onto the floor, shifting her to lie on his T-shirt to save her from the cold ground. Her lips travelled across his jawline, and as he pushed inside her, she whispered, her mouth on his ear, "I've wanted this for so long." He buried himself in her and stopped still, savouring the sensations of Tosh surrounding him, her mouth on his neck, arms around him and tangled in his hair, the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat and her own unique smell. It was sexy as hell. Groaning, he began to move, and that was when the insistant bleeping in both their earpieces started. Tosh moaned in frustration, bucking her hips into Owen. "Can't we just ignore them?" She groaned.
"Fine with me!" Owen replied, kissing the space between her neck and collar bone.
"No... No, we should answer." Tosh panted, pressing a hand to the earpiece. "Hello?"
"Toshiko!" Jack's voice sounded over the headset. "Is Owen with you?"
"Yes er... we're er..." She said, still gasping for breath as Owen purposely tried to distract her using his mouth in an extremely attention grabbing way on her left nipple.
"Get up here asap." Jack commanded. "Oh, hang on... You're out of breath. Now, I know what you sound like when you've been running and that's not it... Toshiko are you and Owen having sex?" Jack sounded half amused, half interested, and a little bit in awe. Owen smirked and touched his own headset.
"No, Jack, contrary to your fantasies, I am not bonking Tosh." Jack guffawed in triumph.
"If you're close enough to Tosh's headset to hear that, you really are having sex!" He started to giggle, so Gwen took over.
"Look, you two, Jack's received some stuff from Unit, we need to have a meeting about it so can you put your pants back on and get up here please?" Owen scowled. He wondered when he'd ever found Gwen attractive. Just her voice was scaring away his erection now! He rolled off Tosh, and helped her sit up.
"Sure thing, Your Majesty!" He said in clipped tones, before breaking the comm. link. Tosh did the same, and they dressed in silence, both embarrassed. "Look, Tosh, I don't want this to ruin us... I had a good time last night. Can we try to put it behind us?" Tosh smiled sweetly.
"Sure thing. It's not your fault Jack has the worst timing in the universe!" She giggled a little. "Ah well, time to face the music. Follow me, I'll lead you back to the hub." Owen turned to her.
"But you said you were lost."
"I lied." She turned and walked away, leaving him staring at her but, before jogging to catch up with her.
When Tosh rounded the corner into the main hub, she was met with raucous applause from her colleagues, and wehn Owen emerged behind her, someone pressed play on the sound system and a wedding march started up. Laughing his socks off, Jack turned on the fan on Gwen's desk, emptying the contents of a packet of confetti into the gust, and blowing the all over what he referred to as 'the happy couple'. Tosh glared pointedly at him, and she was pretty sure Owen was doing something similar, because the music and the fan suddely stopped with one press to Jack's wristband, and he exclaimed,
"Oh, come on! Your wedding day is a time for joy and elation! No more frowny faces, please." He giggled. "I now pronounce you caught-in-the-act-by-the-boss-during-working-hours-on-the-floor-of-a-dark-dingy-possibly-rat-infested-tunnel.You may kiss the Tech Expert!" He threw his arms wide and the room filled with laughter from Gwen, giggling from Ianto, and inane chuckling from Jack. Even Tosh and Owen had to see the funny side, and both cracked a smile. "Now, work to do! Boardroom everyone. Owen, for being such a sly dog, you get to make coffee!" Owen scowled and shuffled towards the kitchenette, leaving Ianto looking after him, horrified. Gwen picked him up and together they all made their way into the boardroom, Ianto sitting on Gwen's knee as Jack was pacing and frowning in true 'I'm brooding, and isn't it hot as hell?' Jack form.
Owen returned with the coffees and some juice for Ianto, and once everyone had a drink, and Jack had drained half a mug in one go, complaining it wasn't as good as Ianto's, the meeting began in earnest. Jack explained that Unit were trying to undermine Torchwood's authority in Cardiff, and take over running fot he area. He claimed it was because they wanted to run dodgy rift experiments and generally play the playground bully.
"But!" He added, emphatically, "We all know that the geeky kid wins in the end!" He grinned a sly grin. "So! Tosh, I want you to hack their mainframe and find all their rift plans so I can throw them in their face in the meeting tomorrow. Owen, I need you to analyse that serum we found. I'm sure it's an Arcadian truth serum, in which case I can spray them all with it and there'll be no double-crossing. Gwen, compile me a report on reasons why Torchwood is necessary and successful, and why a strictly military approach would be devastating to the handling of anything that comes through the rift. Give 'em your spiel about heart and first contact and fluffy nice aliens who 'come in peace' and all that. Ianto, just be cute. I know that's not difficult because you're practically edible, but be adorable. I'm taking you with em tomorrow, and I need you to help me disarm them. Whilst your being cute, it wouldn't hurt to familiarise yourself with the case so you're useful in the meeting." He smiled, sat back in his chair, arms behind his head, and looked at his team. After a minute, he leaned forward, drained the rest of his coffee and whispered. "Go!" There was a rush of movement as everyone went to do as they were told, and Jack was left with ianto at the boardroom table.
"You're funkshoning a lot bettur now. I take it your showur was good." Ianto grinned and winked.
"You could say that," Jack smiled. "Oh, the things you do to me, Ianto Jones." He picked the toddler up, chucking his cheek. "Time to do some serious undermining." He grinned and carried Ianto into his office,allowing him to read all the correspondence from Unit, whilst he hacked into their system and placed false evidence...
Several hours later, a grumpy-looking Owen, a pleased-looking Gwen, and an extremely tired-looking Tosh appeared in Jack's office. Owen handed Jack a large perfume bottle filled with a translucent liquid.
"It's definitely truth serum." Was all he said. Jack smiled.
"Brilliant work. It's gone eleven, so you can go home. Owen smiled weakly and shuffled out. Next up was Gwen. She handed him a report, and smiled her most charming 'aren't I amazing? love me! please love me!' smile.
"Everything's in there, and i think it's pretty convincing." Jack leafed through it. She had put it all under headers, done bullet points, even indexed it, and added pictures. He almost laughed at the futility of it.
"Great job, Gwen, go home. See Rhys." She smiled and bounced out of the office. Tosh stepped forward and handed him a data stick.
"I found the things you planted." She held up her hand to stop him before he could interrupt. "Yes, I know you planted them. I also found some things you didn't plant. It's all on the stick, plus their access codes and a profile for the mole in their command centre who gave you all this information, which you obviously didn't steal by hacking their mainframe." She smiled, and she had a right to. She was truly fantastic. "You don't have to tell me, I did well, I'm going home." She turned to go, but Jack stopped her.
"Tosh..." She turned. "I'm pleased for you and Owen... And... Thanks." She smiled sweetly.
"Goodnight, Jack." Still smiling, she turned and left. Jack looked down at Ianto, about to suggest an Indian for dinner, but the boy was already asleep. He smiled and gently carried him to the bedroom, slipping under the covers beside him and drifting off. Not exactly sleeping, but dreaming nonetheless.