An: Thankyou so much for all of your reviews, they make my day and keep me writing. Sorry it's been a while since my last update, real life got in the way, but I'm all sorted now. I have had a few requests for another fluffy/romance sequence so I have given that a go here. Also, someone asked if they were going to realise they kept dreaming about each other, and I am going to change this one to explore it a bit here. Thank you again, and please keep reviewing. X
"I can't believe it got away from us. A bloody weevil. I can't wake for him to wake up; he's never going to hear the end of this. " Owen huffed from the driver's seat of the SUV as he took yet another corner at breakneck speed. The comm. crackled in Gwen's ear and Ianto's voice rang out loud and clear.
"Well, it's definitely gone, just disappeared. I have no idea where it went. But I will keep monitoring it. Is he awake yet?" Ianto asked softly.
Gwen sighed and looked at the body propped up against her in the back of the car.
"Nope, still out cold. Why does he take longer to recover from being knocked unconscious than he does to come back to life?" she vocalised her thoughts without even realising it.
"Because Gwen, it's called sods law. That man is a mystery; I don't think we will ever understand him." Owen bit back as he fiddled with the radio while driving.
"Ianto can you have a full report ready for when we get back, Jack's going to be like a bear with a sore head when he wakes up and I for one don't want to do anything to make it worse." Gwen said absently as she looked across at Jack, touching his shoulder gently as she spoke.
"Yeah no problem Gwen. How far away you are guys?" he asked in response.
Gwen banged the driver's seat to get Owen's attention. He cursed and glared briefly at Gwen in the rear view mirror before answering Ianto.
"About three hours, give or take." Owen looked across to Tosh who was sat in the passenger seat, computer across her lap, typing furiously. "Tosh, are the roads clear?" he asked her.
"Yes, Ianto by my calculations we should be at the hub by 2am. I will let you know if anything changes." She looked across at Owen who nodded at her, before she once again focussed on the computer in front of her.
It was dark outside of the SUV and the temperature had dropped considerably. Owen turned up the heat and addressed Gwen once again.
"Gwen if he comes around I'll wake you up. Try and get some sleep you have been awake for over 40 hours now. To be honest you look like shit!" he spoke. The smirk on his face cancelling out the softer and more caring undertones his voice had provided only seconds before.
Gwen smiled at him and held back a yawn as she settled herself back into her seat, legs up under her, the warmth of the heater washing over her like a blanket as she drifted off.
Another 10 minutes had passed before Owen was distracted from his driving by a low groan eminating from the back seat. He angled the mirror so he could see both Jack and Gwen, who now had her head rested gently on Jack shoulder as she slept. Jacks eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings. He was about to sit upright and shake himself off when he noticed Gwen asleep next to him. Owen smiled as he saw Jack's reaction and whispered so as not to wake Gwen, or the now dozing Toshiko up.
"She finally fell asleep about ten minutes ago. How does your head feel, you took one hell of a tumble?" he asked, slipping into doctor mode seamlessly.
"Yeah, feels like I've had one too many vodka martinis but without any of the fun stuff." He grinned back at the doctor before his facial expreesion turned more serious.
"What happened? Was the weevil contained?" he asked.
"Nope, got away. Ianto is still monitoring its last known whereabouts from the hub but I think it's safe to say it's gone for now. We will be back in around two and a half hours, and I wouldn't normally encourage sleep to someone who may well have concussion, but as the worst that will happen is you'll die, why don't you get some rest. You and Gwen have been pushing yourselves pretty hard this last week. Make the most of this downtime."
Sometimes it surprised Jack how sympathetic and observant Owen could be, he was right, they had both been run ragged over the last few days.
Jack smiled at Owen, who readjusted the mirror and once again focussed on the roads ahead. Turning his attention to Gwen who was still sleeping peacefully next to him he shifted slightly to get more comfortable, lifting his arm over her shoulder and kicking his feet out in front of him more. Gwen shifted position to accommodate his arm across her shoulders and let her hand travel to his chest. He smiled at this sweet gesture and put his head back to relax for a while.
'Hmmm...' Gwen muttered quietly in her sleep, nuzzling her face slightly deeper into Jack's collarbone. Her hand twitched across his chest and slipped slightly onto his lap, palm up. Jack opened his eyes, automatically raising an eyebrow as he looked down to his lap where her small, warm hand was now resting. He let out a short puff of air at the contact, after all no matter how innocent it was, it was still attention to one of his favourite areas of his body, and no movement went unnoticed to his brain when that particular area was involved. He looked across to Gwen who was still sound asleep. Some of her hair had fallen messily across her face and he automatically reached a hand out and pushed some of it behind her ear. She smiled gently, still deep in sleep and moved her arm again, directly brushing a path across Jack's groin and back again, as if she were wiping her hand on a towel.
"Gwen," he whispered, "are you awake? Cause you're kinda feelin' me up. Not that I mind, in fact I actively encourage it, but are you awake?" he said so quietly so as not to be heard over the sound of the radio keeping Owen company while he was driving. Gwen's response was barely audible.
"Hmm... Jack..." she smiled again, eyes still closed and brushed her hand more purposefully across his crotch. Jack wondered whether he should wake her up, she would no doubt be embarrassed if she realised what she was doing, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting to her touch. Her; this woman who he had wanted from the moment he first saw her. He didn't know if they would ever reach this kind of point in real life, their relationship was a complicated one, but one than run far deeper than boss to employee or friend to friend.
He didn't know how to describe it, and after her and Rhys had gone their separate ways he was finding it even more difficult to classify. Not that anything had happened between them, but now, because there was no reason for something not to, every innocent remark, every glance or flirtatious comment seemed more real, they both seemed more aware of each other's presence in relation to the other, but they both seemed reluctant to take anything further. Jack wondered sometimes if she would ever want to, or if he would let her, or himself. But as he sat there now, with her warm breath ghosting his neck, and her hot hand slowly stroking him through his trousers, he was finding it difficult to maintain control.
He glanced towards the front of the car and to his relief Owen's eyes were still firmly on the road. He reached for his greatcoat, which had been bundled up to use as a pillow to support his head and covered them both with it; mostly for warmth, but also to keep her activity from Owen's beady eyes.
Jack stretched his legs once more, and settled them more comfortably, making more room in the front of his trousers, which were suddenly feeling a lot more restricting. She sighed in her sleep then, and Jack thought his luck was over. Until her face snuffled his collarbone and her lips grazed it slowly, as her hand stroked the outline of his hip with her fingers.
She was driving him crazy now, these light touches weren't enough. He wanted her to be awake, to know what she was doing to him, he wanted to show her what she was doing to him, but his mind kept telling him no. To enjoy this guilty pleasure and let it stay just that. He wondered if in her sleep she was dreaming of him, she had said his name once, so maybe, he tested the theory by leaning down and whispering in her ear You don't know what you're doing to me Gwen Cooper, are you dreaming about me?" he asked as he ran his hand over the back of her own, applying a small amount of pressure to her touches making them more firm. She let out a small breath and squirmed slightly in her seat, he almost jumped when her hand actually grasped his rapidly hardening length in her hand and squeezed it firmly. He let his eyes close again as his head fell back gently, letting himself go with the sensations she was causing. His other hand slowly stroked up and down her arm, he ran his fingertips across her collarbone, earning him a soft whimper from her pink lips and another squeeze from her hand. His trousers were now becoming painfully tight and he briefly considered opening them but decided better of it. An innocent grope in her sleep was one thing but taking advantage of it from his end was something he wouldn't do to her.
Her hand movement became more rhythmic, her grip becoming ever so slightly tighter as he let his mind waned to a fantasy of them together, doing this and so much more.
"TOSSSSSEERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
Owens voice bellowed from the front of the car followed by several honks of the horn and a few choice curses.
The three occupants of the SUV who had been sleeping all sat bolt upright at this noise.
Owen put one hand up "Sorry, sorry, stupid bloody driver cut me up, tosser..." he mumbled, turning his attention back to the road. Tosh just looked blankly at him before booting up the computer and starting work again.
Gwen blinked her eyes and looked directly at Jack, who had a strange smirk on his face.
"Jack?" she asked quietly. "Are you alright, you look a little bit flushed, how's your head?"
His smirk grew wider as he considered his reply. "Well why don't you tell me, you seem to have the situation in hand." He pointedly raised his eyebrows at her and waggled them suggestively, before lowering his eyes to where her hand was resting below his coat.
Gwen smiled and followed his line of sight down; she looked, and then did a double take before snatching her hand away and scooting as far away from him as she could, a red flush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
"Did you dream about anything nice?"" he leered at her still smiling widely.
"Jack, how long was I... what did I... why didn't you..." she stammered, trying to meet his eyes.
He put his hand under her chin, giving her no choice but to meet his eyes before saying "maybe I was enjoying it." Before winking at her and letting out a deep sigh as his hand drop to her thigh where it stayed for the rest of the journey home.