A/N: I know I keep adding chapters to fics that are completed but I just felt something more needed to be added to this one. This chapter is about how Owen deals with coming back and I wrote it because I felt the last chapter didn't do that.
After getting dressed at Owen's, they walked over to Gwen's. She'd forced him to wear one of his new shirts and a presentable pair of jeans for their evening.
As they walked through the streets of Cardiff, he grabbed onto her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. He couldn't help but stare down at them as he felt the warmth and softness of her hand in his. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand back.
"It's still so weird. It's like getting your sight back after years of being able to only see darkness. The world looks shiny and new and...a little bit frightening." He told her.
"Frightening? Why is it frightening?" She asked.
"Because I've only just got everything back and it could be taken away from me at any moment. I mean, is this just some cruel game someone's playing? Letting me have everything I've ever wanted and getting my hopes up then snatching it away again." He explained.
They'd reached Gwen's flat and were standing outside the door. Before she opened it, she turned to him and stared into his eyes.
"Owen, you're alive and no one is going to take that away again. I won't let them. You're back for good, I promise." She said.
"But how do you know that?" He asked.
"I just do." She answered. As she let them in, she took off her jacket and threw it over the back of the sofa. "Make yourself at home. There's a bottle of wine somewhere, you can pour yourself a glass. I'm just going to have a shower and get changed."
Owen sat down on Gwen's sofa and nodded. She bent down and placed her hands on his knees as she kissed him gently. He smiled as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Looking around, he noticed the tidiness of the flat. It was so different to how he'd imagined it. Her desk at the Hub was a disorganised mess with pens and bits of paper and general rubbish scattered all over it. It probably didn't help that his desk was right next to hers and his clutter usually spilled onto hers.
As he breathed in, he breathed in Gwen's unique scent, the scent he'd memorised and missed.
He found the bottle of wine and poured them both a glass as he waited for her. He closed his eyes as the wine slipped down his throat, savouring the taste.
The sound of the shower being turned off and Gwen's footsteps padding into her room, broke him out of his thoughts. A wave of her strawberry scented shampoo wafted through to him causing him to smile. He'd never get enough of that.
"Gwen, I've poured you a glass of wine." He shouted.
"Cheers, I'll be out in a minute." She called back.
"Do you want me to bring it in to you?" He asked as he made his way towards her room.
"No just leave it on the table. Don't come in." She said quickly.
"Why not?" He laughed.
The door opened and she poked her head around it. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and he could see her clutching at the one around her.
"Just go and sit down will you. I'll be out in a minute." She grinned.
She waited until he'd sat down before closing the door behind him.
He waited impatiently for her to come out again.
As he set his glass down on the table almost an hour later, Gwen walked into the room and stood in the doorway. He froze when he saw her and he felt his eyes pop out of their sockets.
"Wow." He breathed.
"How do I look?" She asked.
Gwen was wearing a floor length backless black dress with a belt that tied around the waist. The neckline dipped low to show off her cleavage. She'd tied her hair into a bun and curled some free strands and let them fall around her face. Her eyes were lined with black eye-liner which drew out the green in her eyes.
"You look beautiful." He smiled at the angel in front of him.
She grinned and he watched as her face flushed red as she looked away shyly.
"Thanks." She mumbled.
They sat on the sofa together and sipped their wine, smiling at each other over the tops of their glasses.
Once they'd finished, Owen took the glass from her hand and leant in to capture her lips with his. His held her face in his hand and she sighed into the kiss.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
She smiled and nodded. She grabbed a small black handbag big enough to just fit her purse and her phone and dialled for a cab. If they were going to get pissed, she didn't want either of them having to worry about driving home.
Gwen sat in the front while Owen climbed in the back. He ran his hands over the upholstery and over the door handle and switches. The driver watched him in the mirror, his eyebrows raised.
"Is he ok?" He asked.
Gwen looked over her shoulder and smiled as Owen stared at his hands.
"He's fine." She answered.
When they entered the club, the smell of cigarettes, stale beer and sweat hit Owen straight away. The heat of the tightly packed bodies overwhelmed him slightly. It was going to take a while to get used to this again. He also noticed how the alcohol he drank affected him quicker than it used to. His body wasn't used to the intake of alcohol any more.
By the time they left the club, both were unsteady on their feet. Gwen pulled off her heels from her aching feet and walked barefoot.
"I'll wave down a taxi." Owen slurred.
He stumbled into the middle of the road and waved his hands above his head.
Eventually a cab stopped and they climbed in. Once they'd climbed into the back, Owen gave his address to the driver. Luckily, the driver had dealt with many drunk customers before and had learnt to work out what they were saying.
Gwen grabbed Owen's arm and yanked him back into the seat beside her. She giggled as she straddled him and crushed her lips onto his. He began attacking her with the same fiery passion and started to lower her onto the seat.
"Hey there'll be none of that in my cab." The driver called.
Gwen shoved Owen off her and leant forwards between the seats. Resting her head on the driver's seat, she breathed in his ear.
"You can always pull over and join in." She whispered.
The driver gulped as she rested her hand on his leg. Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, he could see straight down the front of her dress. His hand shook as he placed it over hers to remove it from his leg and he tried to concentrate on the road. Owen grabbed Gwen and pulled her back.
"Oi, hands off my girl." He shouted.
"She – I -" The driver stammered.
He sighed as he saw Owen wasn't listening. He'd turned his attention back to the woman who'd just been sexually harassing him and was now eating her face off. Pressing his foot down on the accelerator, the driver prayed he'd get there and get them out of his car before it went any further.
Owen woke up the next morning, whoah, he'd been asleep, that was weird, and clutched his head in his hands. His head was pounding from the hangover he was receiving after last night. Every part of his body felt too heavy to move.
Looking around, he realised he was on the floor in his living room. Gwen was curled up on the sofa, still fast asleep. Her dress was twisted and hitched up above her knees. He vaguely remembered falling asleep next to her, he must have fallen off at some point in the night.
As he pulled himself up, every bone in his body cracked and sent shooting pains all over...and he loved it. He'd never felt so happy about a hangover.
Locating his phone, he looked down at the time.
"Shit." He groaned. It was five past eleven and there were four missed calls from Ianto and one from Jack. Bending over Gwen, he kissed her cheek and gently shook her awake. "Wake up sleepy head."
She moaned and rolled over. Owen caught her as she rolled over the side.
"Fuck." She grumbled, peeling herself away from him and sitting back on the sofa. "What the hell did we get up to last night?"
"We drank a lot...almost had sex in the back of a cab...made out on the sofa...and fell asleep." Owen recalled, squinting his eyes as he tried to remember.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Five past eleven. Jack's going to kill us." Owen answered.
"Oh God. I need to get to the Hub anyway. I need one of Ianto's extra strong coffees." Gwen mumbled. "Oh great, I've got no clean clothes. I'll have to get changed there."
Owen laughed at her and pulled her up off the sofa. She slumped against his chest and sighed.
"Aren't hangovers just great? You feel like shit but it just means you had a great night." He smiled.
"You're oddly cheerful. Normally when you come into the Hub and you're hungover, you're a grumpy sod." She said into his chest.
After eventually getting ready and having a quick breakfast, they entered the Hub. Jack was stood by the computers, waiting for them. He took in Owen's oddly cheerful expression and the dark circles under Gwen's eyes and shook his head. Then he noticed what Gwen was wearing.
"A bit overdressed for work aren't we?" He smirked.
"Piss off Jack." She growled and stalked off down to the Torchwood lockers where she kept some spare clothes.
"So how was your first night as a normal living person again?" Jack asked Owen.
"It was great. There's so many things I've missed and yesterday..." Owen grinned and winked at Jack. "I got to do them all."
"Good for you. By any chance, was one of those things torturing Gwen all night? She's looking a little rough." Jack smiled.
"She's just a bit hungover." Owen explained.
"Ah...anyway, you're both late and normally, I'd be thinking of some really hard work to give you as punishment but...it's great to have you back. I'll let you off – but just this once." Jack explained.
He patted Owen on the shoulder as he passed him and disappeared into his office. Owen noticed Tosh sitting quietly at her computer, trying not to look at him.
"Hey Tosh." He said, sitting down at his desk.
"Hey." She answered quietly.
"Everything ok?" He enquired.
"The rift's been quiet this morning. Just the usual spikes every now and then." She answered, knowing that wasn't what he'd asked about.
"Tosh...I wasn't talking about the rift. How are you Tosh?" He asked.
"I'm fine. It's wonderful that you're back and...that you've met the right woman." She replied.
Owen noticed the hurt in her voice and sighed.
"Listen Tosh, I'm happy with Gwen. I'm totally in love with her. It may sound harsh but it's the truth and...I think you should try and get over it. The right guy is out there for you, it's just...not me. You'll find him one day." Owen told her.
Tosh said nothing and refused to look at him.
Martha walked down from the boardroom followed by Ianto holding two cups of steaming coffee.
"Hey Owen, how are you feeling?" Martha asked.
"Well, apart from a banging headache, I feel fine." He answered. Ianto handed him his coffee. "Cheers mate."
"You're welcome. I made it just the way you like it. I have missed making the Owen special." Ianto smiled. "And the Miss Cooper special." He said as he handed the other cup to Gwen as she appeared by his side, now changed into something more comfortable.
"Thanks Ianto." She said gratefully and sipped it.
He nodded his head slightly and walked away.
"Well, I'll be going back to London now. They're in a bit of a pickle seeing as I just dropped tools to get here." Martha smiled.
Gwen placed her cup down and hugged her tight.
"It's been great to see you and thanks for everything." She smiled, indicating Owen.
"I didn't do anything, honestly. I was just here to make sure everything was ok." Martha explained.
Owen pulled her into a hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Cheers Martha." He nodded.
"See you soon." She grinned and left the Hub.
As Owen wrapped his arm around Gwen's waist, he ran a finger across her cheek.
"Your hand's so warm." She whispered, leaning into it. "It's nice."
He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up.
"I love you." He whispered against her lips. They shared a gentle, tender kiss before pulling away and looking into each other's eyes. "That's one thing I'll never get enough of. No matter how much I remembered it feeling before, nothing compares to the real thing."
The moment was interrupted by Tosh coughing loudly. Gwen looked over at her guiltily and pulled away from Owen. Owen sighed and rolled his eyes, pulling her back into him.
"Owen...I can't, not here. Not in front of Tosh." She whispered. "It's not fair."
"She'll have to get used to it eventually. I'm not hiding my feelings for you just because she's got some crush on me." He argued.
"It's more than that Owen. She really loves you and -"
She was cut off by Owen's lips crashing onto hers. He held her tightly around her waist so she couldn't pull away. The way he held her left her no choice but to put her arms around his neck. Eventually, he pulled away and looked down at her.
"Well I love you and nothing or no one is going to change that." He said loud enough for Tosh to hear.
Gwen glared at him for his lack of compassion and shook her head.
"Owen." Gwen hissed.
"No he's right." Tosh said.
Gwen whipped round to look at her.
"Tosh, don't listen to him." Gwen told her.
"It's ok. You two love each other and you shouldn't have to hide it any more. It's time I moved on." Tosh said.
She turned away and walked off in the direction of the hot house.
Owen wasn't prepared for the powerful punch he received in his right arm from Gwen.
"Ouch. I might not be as breakable but I'm still delicate. At least my bruises will heal now." He moaned. "What was that for?"
"You could have been a bit more sensitive." She shouted. "Don't you realise how hard this is for her?"
"Sorry." He sighed. "Ok maybe I should have been a little bit more considerate. I'll apologise to her and we can kiss and make up. How about that?"
"That'll be perfect." She grinned.
"That punch really hurt by the way." He pouted, giving her his puppy dog eyes as he clutched his arm.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." She smirked, not giving in to him.
"It won't. Look, I think it's going to fall off." He moaned, letting his arm dangle at his side.
"You're a doctor, you can sew it back on." She shrugged.
"I'd much prefer it if you played nursey and did it for me. While you're at it, you can give me a full physical." He grinned, kissing along her jaw line and down her neck.
As he reached her pulse point, he felt her heartbeat quicken and smirked. It was amazing to feel what he was doing to her rather than just hearing and seeing her reactions.
"Hate to get in the middle of things...well...interesting thought actually..." Jack's voice sounded from behind. Owen growled in frustration and turned around. "Maybe not." He said quickly catching Owen's glare. "Anyway, Weevils in the city centre. Thought I'd give you two the dirty work seeing as you were late."
"I thought you were going to let us off." Owen pointed out.
"Changed my mind when I saw you two getting it on. Can't have all play and no work. People would start to question what sort of place I'm running." Jack grinned.
"We're on it Jack." Gwen sighed, grabbing her Weevil spray from her desk. "Didn't even get to finish my bloody coffee."
Later, with the Weevil in the back of the SUV, Gwen smiled at Owen as he drove. Gwen's head was pounding too much to concentrate on the road.
"Next time we go out, maybe we shouldn't drink so much." He laughed.
"That would be a good idea." She nodded. "Owen...what's it like, coming back to life? Jack said it was like being pulled over broken glass. Did it feel like that for you?"
Owen wondered for a moment before answering.
"Well, at first, I didn't feel anything. It was gradual, like for a split second I'd feel something and then it'd be gone again. It lasted longer every time though. Then when my organs kicked in, it was like someone was stamping on my chest. When I took my first breath, my lungs were burning. It was like I'd been drowning." He explained.
Gwen looked at him, biting her lip.
"I'm so sorry. All that pain, I just can't imagine it." She said.
"Don't worry about it. It was worth it." He told her, turning to smile at her. His smile disappeared a few seconds later as he turned back to look out of the window. "I don't envy Jack though. I only went through that once and I'll only ever have to go through it once, but he has to do it every time he's shot or worse even. When will it end for him?"
Gwen sat contemplating this while the image of Jack being shot in the head when she'd first stumbled upon them, played in her head.
"Is there anything Jack won't be able to come back from?" She asked.
Owen shrugged and sighed.
"I guess not. Even this Doctor Jack keeps banging on about couldn't fix him. If he's so amazing that Jack runs away from his own team without telling anyone, then why couldn't he help Jack?" He asked.
Gwen could tell that Owen was still bitter about Jack's disappearance. Owen had looked after Ianto while he'd gone and he'd just come back as if nothing had happened and without even thanking him.
"Well, Jack's back now and everything's as it should be, everything's right again." Gwen said, steering the conversation away from anything that would get Owen in a bad mood.
Owen laughed as he sensed this.
The Weevil in the back growled as the sedative began to wear off.
"Oi, face ache, shut up. My hangover's getting worse so you really don't want to get on my bad side." Owen called over his shoulder.
The Weevil growled louder and launched itself at the separation between it and them.
"I'm on it." Gwen told him.
She slipped off her seatbelt and started to squeeze between the seats to get to the back. Owen grinned at her arse.
"Nice view." He smirked.
"You can admire it later. Help me through, I'm stuck." She groaned.
Taking one hand off the wheel, he placed it on her arse and pushed. With one last grunt, she was through.
Owen watched in the mirror as Gwen sprayed the Weevil in it's face through the bars. With one last snarl, it relaxed and slumped into the corner, looking around dazed.
"Thank God for that." Owen mumbled, rubbing his forehead. "I take it back, I'm not grateful for getting hangovers again."
Owen took the Weevil down to the cells in the Hub when they got back. After pushing it into a cell, he stared at it through the glass. It hissed lazily at him as it crouched in a corner. There was a time when the Weevils used to back down from him, scared about something no one could explain. Now though, they didn't seem as frightened and treated him like a normal person.
He walked over to a cell where a few livelier Weevils were being kept. They growled and snarled at him as he stood in front of them. He didn't try putting his finger through one of the holes in the glass because he knew they wouldn't think twice about biting it off.
"Reminiscing about the old days?" A voice asked.
Owen turned to see Jack stood in the doorway watching him.
"Something like that." Owen replied.
Jack walked over to him and watched the Weevils through the glass. They both stayed silent for a few minutes. He knew that Jack knew exactly what he was thinking so there was no point in saying anything. A non-verbal conversation passed between them.
"So Gwen tells me the spray isn't having as long an effect on them any more." Jack said finally.
"No, it wore off after a couple of minutes. Probably evolving or mutating or whatever it is they do again." Owen shrugged.
"That's all we need. The one alien species we can control no longer in our control." Jack sighed.
"Yeah, not good." Owen nodded. "Hey, gave me an excuse to touch my girlfriend's arse."
Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked at a grinning Owen. He was just about to make a comment when Gwen interrupted them.
"Girlfriend?" She asked, staring past Jack at Owen. "Jack, Ianto's looking for you. He's in a bit of a panic, I think he broke his coffee machine." She said, still not looking at the Captain as she addressed him.
"I'll just go...see to him." Jack nodded, sensing she wanted him to leave them alone.
When he left, Owen took Gwen's hand and pulled her close so that he could wrap an arm around her waist.
"Did you just call me your girlfriend?" She whispered.
"Well, I know it's only been two days but...I like to think of you as my girlfriend." He smiled. "Why, do you not like it?"
"No I...I like it. I just wasn't sure you felt that way enough to call me that." She mumbled.
"Of course I do Gwen, I love you." He told her, hugging her tight to his chest.
His eyes closed as he felt her heart beating against his chest.
"I love you too." She sighed dreamily. "Mmm...you're so warm."
"I haven't got poor circulation any more. It felt like fire running through my veins when it got going again. I wasn't used to feeling so warm, made me sweat for a while." He joked.
"I like it. You're so warm and cosy, I wish I could stay here all day. The Weevils would get a bit annoying though, all that bloody growling they do. Plus, you have a job to do." She grinned.
"I do?" He frowned.
"Yes. You're going to apologise to Tosh for earlier." She told him.
"Fine, I'm going." He sighed.
"Good." She smiled. Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, she pushed him towards the door. He felt something slap his arse and turned to look back at her. She wiggled her fingers at him grinning, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Payback."
Owen chuckled and walked out of the cells. She was so going to get it. He wouldn't tell her when but when he got her, it'd be good.
He found Toshiko at her station doing some technological thing he couldn't work out.
"Tosh...I just came to apologise for what happened earlier." He said quietly.
"It's fine Owen. Don't worry about it." She mumbled.
"No, I shouldn't have handled the situation like that. It was insensitive and I'm really sorry." He said sincerely.
Toshiko turned to smile at him.
"Thank you. Apology accepted." She nodded.
He nodded back, unsure of what to say or do now. He'd never been good on apologies which was why he never bothered with them before.
"Right." He said and sat down at his desk.
He thought about the clutter covering his desk and spilling over to Gwen's adjoining desk and the tidiness of Gwen's flat. Picking up empty food packets from months ago, he decided to tidy up. His own flat had become spotless since the accident. With nothing else to do at home, tidying was the only thing to keep him occupied.
He'd managed to get both desks as organised as possible when Gwen appeared by his side.
"What do you think?" He grinned.
"It's tidy for once." She laughed. "Who did you pay to do it?"
"Hey, I did this all by myself." He pouted.
"It looks lovely." She smiled. "Listen, I've got to pop out for a bit. Rhys called and said he needs to talk about something. I'll be back in a bit, we're just going for a bit of lunch."
"How long are you going to be?" He asked, a stab of jealousy pulsing through him.
"I'm not sure." She shrugged.
"Well, what does he want?" Owen enquired.
"I don't know. He just wants to talk Owen. I'll see you later." She sighed.
Before she turned to leave, Owen crushed his lips onto hers and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He grinned inwardly as her hands locked in his hair and she pressed herself into him. When they broke apart, she smiled up at him, dazed. He let her go and watched as she left the Hub. He caught Tosh looking at him, her eyebrows raised.
"She's not going to forget that while she's talking to Rhys." He grinned smugly.
"Jealous much?" Tosh asked. "Don't you trust her?"
"Of course I trust her...I just don't trust him." He answered.
"They're only going to talk." She told him.
"That's what I'm afraid of. What if he says he wants to get back together?" He asked.
"He might." Tosh shrugged. "But she loves you. She's been waiting for you for a while now, she hasn't said anything but I know she has. She's not going to let you go after all that." Tosh reassured him. "She might still have feelings for Rhys but they're nothing compared to how she feels about you. Gwen won't go back to Rhys after how badly her relationship went with him."
Owen sat tapping on his desk with his hands until both Jack and Tosh had shouted at him to stop. Even in his office, Jack couldn't block out the tapping.
Every five minutes, Owen sighed in frustration.
"Owen isn't there an autopsy or anything you can be getting on with?" Jack called.
"No. We haven't got any new bodies and I finished all my paperwork the other day." He answered.
"Just relax then. It's not often you have free time with this job." Jack said.
"Yeah I can really relax when my girlfriend's having lunch with her ex. Her hangover's cleared up then." He mumbled.
"I thought you trusted her." Toshiko said.
"I do." He sighed. "I know she won't do anything."
"Then relax." Ianto's voice suddenly said as he placed a cup of coffee on the desk in front of him. "You've got nothing to worry about. If she was going with someone like Jack...then I'd start to worry."
"Hey." Jack called, offended. "I'm a one man guy, I'll have you know. Well...now I am." He grinned at Ianto.
Ianto rolled his eyes and went to sit on the sofa under the Torchwood sign.
Owen's stomach churned as he waited for Gwen to return, a sensation he found strange after months of no movement of his insides at all.
Two hours later, the rolling door opened and Gwen stood in the entrance. He knew immediately that there was something wrong. He didn't need to see the tear stains on her cheeks to notice. He'd picked up on her emotions straight away, something he'd picked up on when he realised he was infatuated with her.
He walked over to her and and pulled her into a tight hug.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"It's nothing." She whispered and shoved something in her pocket. As she pulled away, she refused to look at him. "Owen, I need some time alone. Sorry I just...need some space."
No one said a word as she disappeared up to the boardroom.
"What the hell has he said to her?" Owen shouted. "Who does he think he is, upsetting her like that."
"Owen calm down." Jack ordered. "She's upset. She needs someone to be there for her and comfort her, not someone that's going to rant and shout and make the situation worse." He waited until Owen had calmed down a bit more before carrying on. "When she's ready, she'll come to you and maybe explain to you what's wrong. But you need to calm down and be patient."
Owen closed his eyes and nodded. Sighing, he sat back down at his desk. As he looked up towards the boardroom, he saw Gwen staring down at him holding something in her hand. He watched her wipe a tear and felt his heart sinking. This was not how he'd imagined their relationship starting. They were supposed to be happy together not him sitting around worried sick while she was in another room crying.
After ten minutes, Owen had had enough waiting.
"Sorry Jack, but I'm going up there. I can't just sit here when she's up there upset." He said as he half ran to the boardroom.
Gwen was sitting at the table with her back to the door when he walked in. Her head was bent over and her shoulders shook as she cried.
Silently, he pulled a chair up next to her and sat down. As he put his arm around her, she leant into him and buried her face in his chest.
"Tell me what's wrong." He whispered.
A few minutes passed before she sat up and reached for something in her pocket. She brought out a little box and opened it. Inside was the engagement ring Rhys had given her when he'd proposed.
"He said he still he wants to be together. He still wants to get married." She told him quietly.
"And...what do you want?" Owen asked.
"I don't know. I thought I didn't love him but...when he said that...I do...I still love him." She whispered. He felt his heart breaking. Just when he thought it had been put back together again, here it was shattering into a million pieces. "I don't love him enough though. Not enough to make it work and I think of our relationship before. All we did was fight all the time, I can't go through it any more. He said we can make it work this time but we tried to before and it just didn't work. Then there's you. I love you so much and we're happy together. I always hoped...when Rhys asked me to marry him, the main reason I said yes was because I thought there was no hope for us."
"We're here now." Owen said. "I wish it had happened sooner so things could be so much different. I love you Gwen. Please give us a chance."
"It's more than that though." She sighed, running her finger over the ring. "My relationship with Rhys was flawed but...we had our future planned out ahead of us. I don't know if I can do that all over again."
"You can. We can have any future you want if you just give us a chance. " Owen told her.
She stared into his eyes for a moment before pulling her phone out.
"I've made my decision, I'm calling Rhys." She said. Owen's heart broke into even more pieces. He closed his eyes and hung his head. He felt Gwen's warm, soft hand cupping his cheek applying slight pressure to lift his face up. He opened his eyes and looked straight into hers. "I'm calling him...so I can arrange to give him his ring back."
"You're...you're not going back to him?" He whispered. Gwen shook her head and smiled. "You're staying with me?" She nodded. "I love you so much."
Their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss and tongues battled for dominance. He pulled her onto his lap and his fingers tangled in her hair. Owen felt the familiar shiver run through her body as she moaned into the kiss. His lips left hers causing her to whimper at the loss of contact. Seconds later, another moan escaped her lips as he attacked her neck with his lips. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders to gain more access. Her head fell back and she gasped. Gripping her hips, he pushed her to sit on the table and stood between her legs. His hands wandered under her shirt.
"Owen..." She breathed in his ear. "Owen we should stop before this goes too far."
He pulled away and sighed.
"Yeah, I don't want to have to explain the interesting imprints on the table to Ianto." He nodded. "But we will finish this later."
"Yes, my place after work." She smirked. Pulling her off the table, he hugged her tight to his chest. "I love you."
"Love you too." He grinned.
For the first time since joining Torchwood, he felt complete.
Watching as she made her phone call to Rhys, he thought back over the last couple of months. He couldn't understand why Jack had brought him back. His life was over and he was stuck, just existing and watching the woman he loved live her life without him. She could give her life to him but he couldn't give his to her. But then Gwen had given him that second chance at life by giving him her love. For that he would always be grateful and made him love her even more.
In that moment, he promised to give her the future she'd dreamed of and more.