I do not own Torchwood, or any of the characters in this piece except for Skye Iwasaki who is my own creation.
Chapter Five
An hour later, Skye was stood in the darkness on Ianto's balcony overlooking the Bay. She closed her eyes, hands resting on the rail as she tilted her face up towards the sky, a slow, blissful smile coming over her face as she listened to the apparent silence of the night.
Ianto quietly made his way out to join her, holding two steaming mugs though he stood for a long few moments just watching the young woman. She'd removed the trenchcoat and her shoes as soon as she'd entered his emmaculate apartment, only slipped out here when he'd been making their dinner, and she had that same far away look she'd had the rare times Torchwood One had allowed her to exercise on the roof at midnight, like she could hear or feel something that nobody else around them could. Like someone or something was speaking to her through the night.
"I come out here on nights like this...it makes me think of all the alien worlds we have yet to see...to think of."
Skye nodded, letting her eyes open and move to his though she gave him a grateful smile when she saw the hot herbal tea, taking her mug to warm her hands. She paused a moment, before curiously tilting her head as she considered him.
"Do you...hear them?"
"Hear who?"
Skye gave a nod out towards the stars as she moved a little closer to Ianto, taking a moment to focus before softly singing back to him the distant telepathic field she was picking up. A smile passed over Ianto's lips as he listened to her, his free hand ever so gently settling on her waist as they stood in the otherwise near silent night over the city. Even after Skye had grown quiet, they stood together just looking out over the water.
It was Skye who broke the silence first, her head inclining a little towards Ianto's, her voice low as it had been in the Hub even though it was now just them.
"I never said...said thank you to you..."
"For what?"
"Being...kind. Talking to me."
"It was nothing, Skye..."
"And for the night you gave me that name...came inside my cell...called me..."
"...beautiful..."
Skye gave a brief nod, heading back inside to put the mug down again. She felt Ianto behind her do the same as she turned to him, swallowing at the memories rushing back to her. Every other 'researcher' as they'd called themselves had meant pain – mind probes, the bands, beatings...except him. No other Torchwood member had every gone out of their way to be alone with her, except for him.
"I knew you'd never be dangerous..."
"I could have been for all you knew..."
"But you weren't. Neither of you would have been if they hadn't have locked you in...hurt you..."
Ianto gently touched his hands to her waist, pausing as he once had in the cell with those pale blue eyes focusing up on his. Except the very first time they'd seen each other, he hadn't looked at her with fear.
"I'm still..."
"Different, yes. So is everyone...and everyone keeps secrets, it doesn't matter...you're still Skye..."
"The same Skye you kissed..."
A faint blush crept into Ianto's cheeks as he nodded, feeling Skye draw his arms tighter around her waist. He took another moment before gently closing the gap between them as his lips found hers, Skye's hands ever so lightly creeping up his back as they kissed. There was no question this time, no one watching and no one who would stop them.
Who really led to the bedroom, neither knew nor cared, the gentle kisses continuing as they undressed each other. Skye swallowed as Ianto broke their kiss to allow his eyes to run over her now naked body, multiple scars covering her pale skin.
"Still beautiful..."
Ianto bent her head, gently guiding her back onto his bed as he let his kisses run gently up her stomach and over each breast, nibbling softly at her nipples only to be rewarded by soft murmurs escaping Skye's lips as her hands wove into his hair, guiding his lips back to her own. One hand unraveled itself as Ianto's wrapped around her, Skye gently reaching down to guide his tip within her.
She left out a soft whimper of pain moments later as he slid his length fully within her, though his gentle kissing and stillness allowed her body to quickly adjust. Ianto let both arms wrap around her as he gently began to thrust, carrying through what they'd both wanted to start all that time before in the cells. Just for now, she was his and Torchwood didn't matter. It didn't matter where she was from, what she could or couldn't remember, whether she was 'dangerous' like most of the aliens who came through.
She was just...this...the girl he'd missed, wanted, for the last two weeks. The girl who's soft moans now began to match his own, her hips shifting to allow herself the most pleasure. When they came, it was as one. Quiet and theirs. Even with Lisa, it hadn't felt like this...he hadn't felt such a need to remain within her though he shifted to draw the duvet over both of them and to shift Skye so she would be more comfortable.
Ianto pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before drawing back enough to study her, taking in the smile that had formed on Skye's lips as he brushed one hand lightly through her hair. She didn't say anything, though she shifted to rest her head against his chest, her eyes closing as she began to hearing the songs of the universe drift in from the open balcony window.