Rough Inbetweener, part 1
Making love to an older woman was sheer delight. She knew what she wanted, she knew what to do. And Harriet Jones, Prime Minister, had kept in practice.
She smiled, she sighed deep in her throat, she stroked his back with manicured fingernails. 'How have we ended up on the floor?'
'We fucked the sheets right off the bed,' he murmured into her collarbone.
She giggled, actually giggled, like a schoolgirl. 'Now there's a beautiful sound,' he said, smoothing her wet hair back from her forehead. 'It's good to hear you laugh again.'
Harriet's smile faded into seriousness. She cupped his face in her hands. 'You don't know how much I needed that.'
'I think I have some idea.'
'The last week has been unspeakable.' He began shushing her, nibbling around the diamond in her earlobe. 'I've been called everything from a worn-out hag to a brutal murderer. Jack, tell me, in all honesty-'
'Shhhh...'
'Do you think it was the right thing to do?'
'Shhhh... I'm not here to debate morality with you, ma'am.' He tweaked one of her nipples to distract her.
The sigh in her throat turned into a purr. 'You dreadful boy,' she said throatily. She caught his hand. 'Seriously, Jack. In all honesty.'
He propped himself up on one elbow. 'I think you're one of the strongest women I've ever met. You're gonna get through this. No alien's ever gonna dare mess with you.'
He felt her belly relax underneath his softly stroking hand. But not completely. 'What is it?' he said. 'What can I do to make it better for you?'
'The Doctor,' she said, looking straight into his eyes. 'I want Torchwood to bring him in.'