Chapter 4
Jack held her gently to him, running his fingers through her dark hair.
"I love you…" Gwen whispered against his lips.
"I love you too." he said, pulling back and looking into her eyes. He pushed her back gently and he kissed her again.
She slowly lay back on the sofa, pulling him with her and not breaking the kiss.
He lay on top of her gently as he kissed her deeply.
Her hands trailed from his hair, down his neck to the front of his shirt and she started unbuttoning it.
Jack kissed her still and moved his hands to her jacket and unzipped it.
Once she'd unbuttoned the shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms.
He shrugged it off himself and threw it on the floor and he pushed her jacket in turn.
She lifted herself up with him, and pulled away a little, pulling off the jacket and letting it drop by the shirt. Lust and love was mirrored in their gazes and her fingers gently grazed down his toned bare chest.
He smiled at her and his lips crashed to hers once more as he kept hold of her, tracing down her body to her hip and back up to her neck with his own fingers.
She pulled back again and lifted her head to softly kiss his neck.
He gave a low moan as he felt her soft, warm lips on his skin. His hand ran down to the bottom of her back, creeping it under the dark red material of her top and he stroked her skin softly.
She smiled against his neck and gently grazed her teeth along the sensitive skin.
He smirked at her and kept stroking her back softly.
She moved her hands to his belt and she undid it.
He moved his hands to hers. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.
Gwen looked up at him, smiling. He cared for her enough to make sure she was okay. Rhys would have carried on regardless. She nodded. "Yeah I'm sure."
He nodded and his fingers gently held the hem of her top and pulled it up.
She unzipped his trousers amd pushed them down his legs and she leaned up so her top could be removed.
He successfully pulled it off, kicked his trousers off and kissed her.
She kissed back and her hands ghosted over the waistband of his boxers.
His hands trailed down her soft, pale, flawless skin to her jeans, slowly popping the clasp and unzipping them, before pulling them down her legs.
She'd given a soft moan and lifted her hips against his, partly to help him, but mainly to tease him.
She looked back up at him, smiling softly, trailing her hands up his back and to his neck as he growled softly, and she kicked off her jeans.
He began making a trail of soft kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and her shoulder.
She moaned softly, barely hearing the knock at the door. But Jack did.
He froze and pulled away from her.
She whined at the missing contact and looked at him.
"Who is that?" he asked.
She looked at the door and back at him. "Probably Rhys…" she whispered.
"What do you think he's here for?"
"I dunno…" she shrugged. She closed her eyes when Rhys banged at the door, screaming to be let in.
Jack listened. "Maybe I should go." he said quickly and quietly.
She shook her head, her eyes snapping open. "No!" she whispered, holding his arm gently.
"What are we going to do then?" he asked.
"I dunno…. He's not with me anymore… so you being here shouldn't bother him. Just to be on the safe side, go into the bedroom."
He nodded, got off her and kissed her, before walking into the bedroom, letting the door rest shut against the frame as he sat on the bed, his clothes, forgotten, strewn by the sofa.
She got dressed again and went to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.
Rhys stood in the doorway, looking angrily at her. "Why the hell did you throw my stuff out of the window?!"
"Maybe because we're not together anymore and there's no need for you to be here?" Gwen suggested, glaring at him.
"Yeah but you didn't have a bloody right to throw my stuff out of the window!" he shouted, glaring back at her as he noticed her ruffled hair.
Jack stayed in the bedroom listening to them, he wanted so badly to go out there and give Rhys what he deserved for hurting his Gwen.
"And you had no right to go with one of my closest friends, but hey, who's complaining! I'm not! I'm moving on and I don't see you in my life a couple of years or months down the line." she snapped. "You've always been having a go at me every time I come home late, but I brushed it off, because I'm working with Torchwood to protect your sorry arse along with the fucking rest of Cardiff from alien shit that comes through the bloody rift!!"
"The thing you can't face is that she's younger, prettier and sexier than you! She has a much better body and mind than you ever did!" he shouted at her.
Jack gripped the bed sheets in anger at Rhys because of how he was speaking to Gwen.
"She's thick! How can she have a better mind than me!? She's not that much younger!" she glared, his comments hurt her deeply, but she wasn't about to show him weakness. "Just piss off Rhys." she stood back to slam the door shut. "Oh and by the way. Jack's a much better person than you. In so many ways. I can actually be myself with him." she added and slammed it in his face before leaning against it, sighing shakily.
Rhys kicked the door then left, speeding away in his car.
Jack got off the bed, ran from the room and ro her, hugging her close in his arms as she shook.
"Sorry you had to hear that…" she whispered, burying her head into his shoulder so he wouldn't see the tears start to fall.
"It's okay. He's wrong anyway. You're gorgeous." he told her as he stroked her hair.
She shook her head, not believing him. "He's been saying it a lot recently… and I just ignored him… or at least I thought I was…"
"Don't be silly Gwen. You are to die for, and if he's let you go then he's mad." Jack said kissing her head.
She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "What a way to ruin a moment, eh?" she smiled lightly.
He smiled and kept her close.
She kissed him softly on the lips, and he kissed back.