A/N: okay – this is going to go over chapters. I've decided that Jack & Gwen have waited long enough so they're going to take their time. If you're looking for plot – sorry – this fic is not the place for you! This fic is about one thing pretty much & one thing only – Jack & Gwen gettin' it on! (sorry for the 70's speak ) I think I'll have to think of a soundtrack for this one. Also, usually if I'm writing smut it's usually very explicit – but I don't want to get chucked off too soon – I only just got here. So I'm hoping I'll be able to elicit the same effect – just without the uber explicit – and sometimes that can be even hotter.

So lemme know how I'm doin'...

Jack whipped his t-shirt over his head throwing it on the chair all in one quick fluid motion.

Gwen let out a breath, relaxing slightly as the eye contact was broken – feeling as if some unseen pull on her had lessened just a little. She let her eyes roam freely over his half naked body, over his chest, down past perfect abs to where his pants lay open showing just a tantalising hint of where that hard stomach gave way to something softer; she noticed the way they seemed to just hang on his hips, as if at any given moment they could free-fall of their own volition. She looked back up to see his eyes on her – quickly, before he had the chance to capture her again she closed her eyes taking a deep breath.

Decision time. He had enjoyed making such a show of undressing for her, going much further than he'd originally intended once he'd realised her interest; he didn't need to look down to know the effect it was having on him – and he had a pretty good idea it had had a similar effect on her. He looked at her face, her eyes closed now as he tried to decide what to do. Before he realised he'd made the decision he was half way across the room.

She jumped slightly at the touch of his hands as they rested on her shoulders, massaging softly. She didn't open her eyes, not at first – when she did she didn't look into his, instead watching his hands – those hands – as they moved to grasp the collar of her jacket pulling it from her shoulders. She watched the arc of the jacket as it left his hand to land on top of his already discarded clothes; the feel of his hands on her again, more intimate now the barrier of her thick jacket had been removed, brought her back to him. She could see the ripple of his muscles working under the skin even in the simple movement of his hands running slowly down her bare arms.

He loved this – the thrill, the euphoria of discovery – there was no turning back now, the die had been cast and this game would be played to the end.

I should tell him to stop. She felt him sink down on the bed behind her now; there was a slight tickle as his finger tips brushed back her hair, lips against her neck. So soft, as she instinctively moved to allow him better access.

Jack had no doubts that she wouldn't turn him away, but this display of willingness to surrender to him made his desire flare as adrenalin kicked in.

She felt more than heard the deep rumble in his chest as her shirt was pulled up over her head, this one she noted, not making it to the chair.

Her skin was so white, begging him to touch; he shifted position moving back away from the edge of the bed, bringing his legs around her as he reached out and gently pulled her back towards him unclasping her bra with one quick flick of his practiced fingers before he pulled her back hard against him.

The feel of skin on skin was overwhelming, her breathing becoming a little erratic; then his arms were around her again holding her still, his lips behind her ear now, his warm breath on her calming her. It took her a moment to realise that he hadn't removed her bra, it hung from her shoulders still covering her from his view – somehow sexier than if he had simply taken it off. The barrier that it would've imposed between their bodies was gone, but that extra step had yet to be taken – and the thought of it made goose-bumps rise on her heated skin.

He was good, and he knew it; when it came to the art of seduction there was none better than Jack Harkness. He moved his hands slowly back along her arms, sliding one under hers to rest low across her belly, the other he traced lightly down her side over her hip to her thigh. He tightened his grip pulling her arse back into him at the same time thrusting his hips forward a little letting her feel him; he smiled at the low moan that escaped her at the contact. Everything Jack did was slow, deliberate – except when it was fast - and he always knew which was needed and when.

Gwen closed her eyes feeling as if she were melting into his touch, the loose strap of her bra slipping off her shoulder as his mouth moved along her skin. She felt his hand start to move on her thigh and knew she needed to touch him; she ran her hand up his arm where it was wrapped around her, her other she moved to mirror his feeling his muscled thigh through the fabric. Oh God.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, watching their combined reflections intently as his hand moved up from her stomach, nimble fingers tickling along her ribs before slipping beneath the silky fabric of her bra as it still clung to her body.

She moaned, arching into his touch as his hand cupped her breast, thumb and forefinger teasing her sensitive nipple; watching but not actually seeing his hand as it moved under the cover of her bra was just about the most erotic thing Gwen Cooper had ever seen. The fact that it was happening to her made her a little dizzy. The fact that it was Jack Harkness that was doing it to her made her insides feel like a mass of churning coals, her desire for him almost unbearable.

Feeling her respond to him made Jack want to throw her over onto the bed and drive himself into her – but he also wanted this; he knew how much more pleasure it would elicit if he kept himself under control, working themselves up slowly til neither of them could stand it any longer. He didn't know when he'd started, but he could feel himself rocking against her, his cock so hard now it hurt. Not helping.

Gwen felt as if a fog had descended upon her, everything seemed slow, surreal; she felt him moving against her and tried hard to focus. This was torture of the simplest kind. So good.

Jack felt her try to turn in his grasp; holding her firm he let her know. Not yet.

She needed more. Moving her right hand to grasp his thigh, she slid the other firmly up and around pulling him harder against her; she heard his low groan at the movement, felt one hand grasp her inner thigh tightly as the other moved across to her other breast. The sensation caused by his forearm rubbing across the nipple he'd been playing with as he lightly pinched the other was electric as she felt a bolt run from her nipples straight to her groin.

Jack moved his hands to her shoulders once more running them down her arms taking her bra with him throwing it to the side; he brought his hands up to gently cup her now bare breasts, unabashedly staring at her in the mirror as he flattened his palms rubbing them in slow circles across the taught buds, finally squeezing lightly as he moved his hands away to rest on her hips, his chin once again resting on her shoulder. He waited until her eyes found his – wide and still a little naive. He held her eyes as his hands traced the band of her jeans til they met at her wide belt buckle; he stilled a moment and then with more force than was necessary he popped the buckle open, the corner of his mouth curling up a little as she jumped.

She never took her eyes from his, but could still see his hands moving as fingers popped her buttons, lowering her zipper; she swallowed as his hands moved down along her thighs.

Slowly he ran his hands back up; he propped himself on his right arm, leaning back taking her with him. His left hand rubbed hypnotic circles on her belly, steadily moving downward, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her jeans cupping her lightly at first before curling his fingers up to her through her underwear.

Gwen groaned at the contact squirming beneath him, needing more friction than he was giving.

"You like that?" Jack whispered hoarsely in her ear.

This was the first time either of them had spoken since this had begun; Gwen couldn't seem to get her voice to work instead nodding her reply.

"Do you want more PC Cooper?"

She'd never heard his voice sound like that before. Like I need to be anymore turned on right now! Again she nodded her reply. Jack began to stroke her through her wet panties, the soft fabric making the contact even more delicious; she looked down to watch his hand as it moved beneath her jeans - again the sensation of being touched this way, but having it hidden from view had a visceral effect, a groan escaping her lips.

Jack hadn't taken his eyes from her. He could feel her moving in sync with the movement of his fingers; with her lying back against him he could feel more than hear as her breathing hitched now and again, his own breathing getting deeper, slower as he felt the tension building inside her. He watched her face as her eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration; he let out a hiss as her nails dug almost painfully into his thighs.

She was so close. "Jack..."

With the sound of his name on her lips Jack quickened his pace just a little, pressing that bit harder; he felt her stiffen under his touch, a load moan escaping her lips as his fingers pushed her over the edge. He slowed his movements, feeling her breathing hard as she still leaned back against him.

As soon as Jack had changed his movements on her Gwen knew she was gone, her hips bucking up to meet his hand as he brought her to her release. She felt his chest firm, immovable behind her as she shuddered against him. She opened her eyes to look into his – Jack Harkness. We're really doing this.