I'm SO sorry for the delay in updating this story. The next few chapters should hopefully go up pretty quickly and then we can move on to the real meat of the story. you can also find this over at AO3 (see my story "I'm Moving" for more details). Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Gwen and Rhys

"All right, so the rift has been fairly quiet today, no new Weevil sightings or warnings, and we dispatched a very dangerous man. I say we all take a few hours off. Ianto, I'm taking you for dinner. Everyone else, we meet back here at 2300 for a night shift."

Gwen called Rhys as soon as Jack finished speaking "Surprise! I'm coming home for a few hours, love."

"Great!" her husband responded happily. "Finally got a break?"

"Yep! I have to be back for the night shift at 11, but that gives us plenty of time."

"It certainly does. See you soon?"

"Give me ten minutes before I knock on the door, and then you can sweep me off my feet," Gwen giggled. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Gwen hummed to herself as she left the hub, locking up behind her. Jumping in the car, she sped off home, making it there a full 30 seconds earlier than she'd told Rhys. She bounded up the stairs, fiddling with the key for a few seconds before managing to get the door open.

"Somebody's early," he said, grinning at her and pulling her inside.

"Oh shut up and kiss me," Gwen purred, kicking the door shut behind her.

Rhys obliged, leaning down to kiss Gwen and wrapping his arms around her waist. She jumped up, hooking her legs around husband's hips and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. They moved to the couch without breaking the kiss. Gwen pressed against Rhys as he settled over her, tugging at the buttons on his shirt until she was running her hands over his bare chest, making Rhys moan as he cast the shirt aside. Reaching behind her, deft fingers unhooked her bra, Gwen relaxing visibly as the bra ceased to dig into her skin. She knew she would never tire of Rhys's face when he looked at her like this. She stroked hair back from his forehead, smiling. "I love you."

"I love you too, Gwen," he said. Gwen pulled him in for another kiss, hungry and needy, pressing up against him. "I want you," she whispered. Rhys kissed back passionately, letting her know he wanted her too.

"Take me now," Gwen moaned into Rhys's mouth. "Make me scream for you, darling."

Rhys kissed his way down her stomach to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, his lovely wife whining and arching her back so that he could slide the fabric off, removing her knickers as well. "Look at you," he whispered. Gwen propped herself up on her elbows, looking at Rhys. "Pants off. Now."

Rhys nodded obediently, hopping up to pull off his trousers. Gwen loved the sight of Rhys naked. She smirked up at him as he stood over her. "I want you inside me, love," she purred, laying back against the cushions. Rhys obliged, positioning himself on top of her on the sofa and entering, moaning slightly. Gwen gasped, biting her lip. "Oh, God, Rhys," she moaned, slowly rocking against her husband.

Rhys set a rhythm, thrusting in, groaning at the warmth surrounding him. Gwen's breath quickly started to come in pants; they hadn't done this in what felt like months, but had probably been about a week. "Oh God, yes!" she moaned, hands stroking Rhys's head.

Rhys quickened his pace, responding to Gwen's cries with his own. "Oh fuck, Gwen."

"Yes, love, harder, right-ahhhh!" Gwen wasn't going to last long tonight, but if Rhys kept going, he might make her come twice. Rhys continued, pounding into Gwen, bringing himself closer to the brink.

"Harder-faster-right-there-RHYS!" Gwen shrieked as she climaxed, body clenching around Rhys as he pulled him close to kiss him hard. Rhys cried out as Gwenn clenched around him, collapsing next to her on the sofa. He kissed her softly. "Wow," he panted.

"Perfect," she whispered, kissing his nose and snuggling close. "Want to have dinner while I'm here?"

"Sure, I can whip something up," Rhys offered, but not moving. Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Takeaway?"

Rhys nodded, rolling slowly off the couch and onto the floor with a thud before getting up to call the restaurant. "What're you in the mood for?" he asked.

"Pizza's fine. Or we could get a Chinese."

"Pizza it is," Rhys said, picking up the phone and dialing in the order. Gwen rose and came up behind him, hugging him around the middle as he ordered the food. Rhys finished ordering and hung up the phone, turning back to Gwen with a smile. Gwen leaned up and kissed him. "God, I wish work didn't get in the way so much. I miss spending time with you."

"Bloody Torchwood," Rhys chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist again.

"You can say that again," Gwen grinned, kissing Rhys again.

"Food'll be here soon" Rhys said, "unless you want to answer the door naked."

Gwen giggled and turned, scooping up her clothes from the various places they fallen. Rhys got himself dressed, cleaning off the sofa so they could sit down. Dressed once more, Gwen crawled up next to Rhys and snuggled close, happy to just be near him. Rhys draped an arm around Gwen, pulling her closer. "I'm glad you finally got a break."

"Oh, me too, you have no idea. What have you been up to while I've been running around saving the world?"

Rhys chuckled. "Making deliveries and watching telly mostly."

"God, that sounds like a dream. I'm exhausted."

"You know it's a hell of a job when driving trucks sounds relaxing."

Gwen punched him gently. "Try chasing aliens all over Whales."

"I'd rather not, thanks," Rhys laughed. "We've already got one person saving the planet all the time."

Gwen kissed him as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she laughed, grabbing her purse and going to the door and paying for the pizza. Rhys got up and went over to the table to eat. "Smells great," he said.

Gwen shot him a grin, serving them each two slices and grabbing two beers from the fridge. Rhys took a beer, sitting down to a slice of pizza. "To a night off," he toasted, holding the bottle up to her. Gwen raised her drink. "A night off." She dug in, famished.

Rhys followed after her, digging into his slice; he was starving. "So what did you do today? At work, I mean?" he asked in between bites.

"The weevils were acting up again, and we chased one all the way out into the country to this boy's house. He wound up coming back to the hub with us...but we-we had to retcon him." She busied herself with her food, not wanting to think about the rest of the day.

"I'm sorry," Rhys said. "I know you hate having to do that to people, 'specially kids." He looked up sympathetically at her. Gwen nodded, making a decision. "His father abused him, beat him...so we-we took care of him, sending Sherlock to London with a lovely foster family. He'll never know. His mother is dying too, so..." She trailed off, hit by the enormity of what had happened that day.

Rhys's eyes widened. "My god, poor thing. I'm so proud of you." He said, leaning over the table to kiss her. "You did a good thing for that boy."

Gwen blinked, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "His father was horrible, and his death was...horrible."

Rhys reached his hand over the table to take Gwen's. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want, but I'll listen if you do."

"We tortured him, broke him, then we-we-we dissolved him. The acid drip."

"Don't be upset, it's horrible but it sounds like he deserved it," Rhys told her, trying to make her feel better. "The man was beating a child."

"I know, I know." Gwen puller her chair around the table so Rhys could hold her. "It was just so awful."

He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. "It's okay. I understand why you're upset."

Gwen wrapped her arms around Rhys, seeking comfort; he hugged her tight, determined not to let go until she was happy again. Just being there in Rhys's arms made everything better somehow, the brutal torture and murder more distant, less horrific. Gwen was almost asleep until her stomach gave a huge rumble. Rhys chuckled. "You need more food," he said, patting her shoulder.

Gwen blushed. "I suppose I do," She retrieved her plate and came back to sit next to her hubby.

"Eat up," Rhys commanded, "Can't fight aliens on an empty stomach."

That made Gwen laugh, almost spraying her beer out her nose. Rhys chuckled in response. "There's that smile, beautiful," he said.

Gwen elbowed him. "I love you, you big idiot," she sighed, feeling better.

"I love you, too," he said, kissing her on the forehead. They ate in silence for a while, Gwen continuing to lean against Rhys until they'd finished the entire pie.

"I'm full," Rhys said as he finished his last piece. "How about you?"

Gwen nodded, checking her watch and setting the alarm. "Telly and a nap?"

"Sounds good," Rhys said, moving to the couch and picking up the remote. Gwen settled next to Rhys and was asleep in seconds, knowing her alarm would wake her with plenty of time. Rhys fell asleep shortly after her, breathing evening. Soon it would be time for Gwen to return to Torchwood, but he had enjoyed the time he had with her; he always did.

Nice, easy, simple, I love Gwen and Rhys, lots of love and trust with them. Get ready for some m/m with the next part of chapter 3 as we get more of Jack and Ianto and their dinner date...