Screened
Title: Screened
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Tosh/Ianto, Tosh/OC
Words: 1,590
Rating: 18. M/F and F/F porny porn
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
AN: This is my Christmas fic pressie for creadigol_lili. She asked for Tosh being awesome and sexy and getting some loving from a new girlfriend. Invisible lift shenanigans or a walk thr the Plass at night with the Christmas lights were suggested. However, this happened... Happy Christmas sweetie.
Ianto activates his comms.
“Tosh, could you come down to the archives please? I need your help identifying something.”
“Me? Okay Ianto, I’ll be right there.”
Ianto switches off his comms again and leaves his chair, waiting for Tosh. She’s soon in his office and he offers her the chair, facing it towards his computer screen. He leans over the back of the chair and reaches forward to the mouse.
“I know how much you like CCTV Tosh, so I thought you might be interested in seeing this.”
He clicks the mouse and smiles at her quizzical expression, redirecting her to the screen with a nod of his head.
The CCTV camera shows images of the Plass. The picture is dark and that combined with the time and date stamp shows Tosh that she’s watching images from the night before. Her stomach flutters and heat starts to rise from her neck to her face. She has a feeling she knows what she is about to see.
And sure enough there she is. Stepping off the invisible left, seeing herself only because she knows where to look. She sees her own good mood in her face, her rift predictor programme upgrade having been successful. She watches herself stop as she hops off the step and then pauses, glancing around at the Plass, noticing for the first time that the Christmas lights have come on. The tall light poles now glow warm with alternating colours and the on-screen Tosh stops, taking in the sight, letting it add to her good mood.
Another figure walks up to Tosh, standing next to her as she looks around the Plass. The image isn’t very clear but Toshiko could describe every feature of the red-haired, pale-skinned woman. The image shows Tosh turn to look at the woman next to her but the camera can’t pick up their conversation. Tosh remembers it though.
“It’s gorgeous at this time of year isn’t it?”
“Um, yes, yes it is.”
“Do you work near here?”
She remembers the suppressed grin. “Quite close, yes.”
They quiet again, taking in the view once more before the woman on screen turns to Tosh.
“As pretty as these lights are they are nothing compared to you. Would you like to go somewhere? Get a drink, maybe something to eat…”
Tosh watches her head dip, then rise again; confidence buoyed by her own success.
“Let me show you something.”
On-screen Tosh steps up onto the paving slab next to the water tower again, and Tosh watches as the other woman whirls around on the spot, confused until on-screen Tosh reaches out a hand, grabbing the woman’s arm and pulling her up onto the step.
Tosh jumps as Ianto’s arm snakes past her and hits the mouse again, pausing the image on screen. Lost in the images and memories she’s forgotten that he was there. She looks up at him, eyes wide and he’s grinning at her. His body is wrapped around the back of the chair, his body close to hers as he reaches across to the computer. His closeness makes her heat up further.
“You’re not the only one who enjoys watching CCTV you know.”
Tosh blushes. Oh god, he knows. Can this get any worse? And he’s clearly watched this at least once.
His breath is hot on her face now.
“Do you want to keep watching?” His voice is low.
Tosh swallows hard and nods.
“Do you want me to swap to the Hub’s camera? The one with sound?”
She nods again.
Ianto leans further forward and moves the mouse around some more. The window closes and another opens. The new image shows her from above, paused as Tosh reaches forwards to pull the woman close. He clicks again and Tosh moves, the woman appearing fully in frame. She can hear their voices now.
“What? I don’t understand?” The woman looks around her, confused.
“It’s okay. It’s hard to explain, but no-one can see us here. We’re completely hidden.”
“Completely?”
“Yes, no one can see us.”
The woman seems to need no more convincing and moves forward, pushing Tosh back against the water tower, dry because of the cold weather. Tosh hears herself gasp as the cold metal manages to permeate her thick winter coat, but it doesn’t bother her for long as the woman’s mouth is suddenly pressed to hers. It’s hot and passionate, tongue flicking across her lips, seeking access she readily allows.
Tosh is aware of Ianto moving. He’s suddenly on the floor, kneeling in front of her. He looks up at her, eyes silently requesting permission. Her mouth opens in surprise, but she nods. Ianto’s hands are on her hips pulling her forward in the chair so she rests on he edge. She wriggles in the chair, helping him as he pushes her skirt up to her waist and again as he slides her underwear down, over her thighs, her knees and then slips them off over her ankles, and into his pocket.
Ianto gently pushes her knees apart and moves himself further forwards.
“Watch.” he says and suddenly his mouth is on her, hands on her hips, tongue immediately wicked; licking and probing. Tosh grips the arms of the chair and does as she’s told.
She flicks her eyes back to the screen in time to see the woman undoing on-screenTosh’s coat and slipping her hands inside. She hears them both gasp as one the woman’s hands goes back to holding her head, while the other is cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple through the cotton of her blouse. Tosh watches as she knots her hands into the woman’s hair pulling her closer.
She can hear their soft noises as the woman continues to squeeze her breast while her other hand tracks slowly down her body. She watches as the wandering hand disappears down the front of her skirt and into her underwear and within seconds nimble fingers are dancing across her clit.
She hears herself gasp and lets out a similar one now as Ianto’s tongue flicks the same sensitive places. She watches as her body arches, pushing herself against the other woman, pushing herself onto the probing hand.
Moans are coming freely from both women now. Moans and gasps, breath heavy and hot as Tosh keeps pulling the woman closer. She pulls her closer, kissing harder and more frantic as she rolls her hips, intensifying the sensations she is getting as the woman’s hand speeds up its actions.
Tosh suddenly realises that one of Ianto’s hands is no longer on her hip and she looks down to see that he has freed himself from his trousers and one hand is now wrapped around his hard cock; running up and down its length as he delves his tongue into her, reaching and tasting every part of her. He pulls away for a second.
“The screen.” he says. She nods even though he can’t see her, and looks back up. His mouth is blessedly back on her and she moans again. This time he moans with her.
Within a minute the room is full of lust fuelled noises. Tosh moans and gasps in time with herself on screen as both versions of her approach orgasm. The woman on screen groans as Tosh thrusts her body towards her and Ianto moans between her thighs, spurned on her reactions.
She can feel the heat rising in her belly and she curls a hand into Ianto’s hair. He lets out a guttural moan. Tosh moves her hips as she watches the screen. She sees her hands clutch at the other woman and hears her gasps quicken in pace and heighten in pitch. She watches her back arch and her head tip back as she comes hard on the other woman’s hand.
As she watches her body move on the screen, she cries out, the images and Ianto’s tongue tipping her over the edge once more. She can still hear her moans mingling with the woman’s from the footage and suddenly a sharp gasp from Ianto joins them all.
Tosh keeps watching as the woman removes her hand from Tosh’s skirt and lifts her fingers to her mouth. She watches as the woman slides her fingers between her lips, savouring the taste. Then she sees herself moving in to kiss her, licking her own flavour from the woman’s mouth. They pull apart, both breathing heavily.
“Come home with me?” the woman asks.
Tosh watches herself nod and the two step off the paving slab and out of shot.
She looks down and sees Ianto resting back on his heels, a thumb swiping across his lips before dipping into his mouth, making sure he catches every last drop of her.
Ianto smiles at her and Tosh returns it, somewhat shyly, but not at all unhappily. Ianto breaks their eye contact and looks over his shoulder. She follows his line of sight and her eyes widen in surprise when she sees the CCTV camera mounted high on the wall, pointed down at them.
He looks back her, his grin wicked.
“It’s only feeding back to here; it’s blocked off to the rest of the system. I thought we could watch it another time while you tell me what happened once you were away from our cameras.”
Tosh grins back; shyness evaporating.
“There’s plenty to tell.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack switches off the CCTV feed that he had hacked into. With a grin he pushes himself away from his desk and heads down to the archives.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Tosh/Ianto, Tosh/OC
Words: 1,590
Rating: 18. M/F and F/F porny porn
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Torchwood.
Spoilers: None
AN: This is my Christmas fic pressie for creadigol_lili. She asked for Tosh being awesome and sexy and getting some loving from a new girlfriend. Invisible lift shenanigans or a walk thr the Plass at night with the Christmas lights were suggested. However, this happened... Happy Christmas sweetie.
Ianto activates his comms.
“Tosh, could you come down to the archives please? I need your help identifying something.”
“Me? Okay Ianto, I’ll be right there.”
Ianto switches off his comms again and leaves his chair, waiting for Tosh. She’s soon in his office and he offers her the chair, facing it towards his computer screen. He leans over the back of the chair and reaches forward to the mouse.
“I know how much you like CCTV Tosh, so I thought you might be interested in seeing this.”
He clicks the mouse and smiles at her quizzical expression, redirecting her to the screen with a nod of his head.
The CCTV camera shows images of the Plass. The picture is dark and that combined with the time and date stamp shows Tosh that she’s watching images from the night before. Her stomach flutters and heat starts to rise from her neck to her face. She has a feeling she knows what she is about to see.
And sure enough there she is. Stepping off the invisible left, seeing herself only because she knows where to look. She sees her own good mood in her face, her rift predictor programme upgrade having been successful. She watches herself stop as she hops off the step and then pauses, glancing around at the Plass, noticing for the first time that the Christmas lights have come on. The tall light poles now glow warm with alternating colours and the on-screen Tosh stops, taking in the sight, letting it add to her good mood.
Another figure walks up to Tosh, standing next to her as she looks around the Plass. The image isn’t very clear but Toshiko could describe every feature of the red-haired, pale-skinned woman. The image shows Tosh turn to look at the woman next to her but the camera can’t pick up their conversation. Tosh remembers it though.
“It’s gorgeous at this time of year isn’t it?”
“Um, yes, yes it is.”
“Do you work near here?”
She remembers the suppressed grin. “Quite close, yes.”
They quiet again, taking in the view once more before the woman on screen turns to Tosh.
“As pretty as these lights are they are nothing compared to you. Would you like to go somewhere? Get a drink, maybe something to eat…”
Tosh watches her head dip, then rise again; confidence buoyed by her own success.
“Let me show you something.”
On-screen Tosh steps up onto the paving slab next to the water tower again, and Tosh watches as the other woman whirls around on the spot, confused until on-screen Tosh reaches out a hand, grabbing the woman’s arm and pulling her up onto the step.
Tosh jumps as Ianto’s arm snakes past her and hits the mouse again, pausing the image on screen. Lost in the images and memories she’s forgotten that he was there. She looks up at him, eyes wide and he’s grinning at her. His body is wrapped around the back of the chair, his body close to hers as he reaches across to the computer. His closeness makes her heat up further.
“You’re not the only one who enjoys watching CCTV you know.”
Tosh blushes. Oh god, he knows. Can this get any worse? And he’s clearly watched this at least once.
His breath is hot on her face now.
“Do you want to keep watching?” His voice is low.
Tosh swallows hard and nods.
“Do you want me to swap to the Hub’s camera? The one with sound?”
She nods again.
Ianto leans further forward and moves the mouse around some more. The window closes and another opens. The new image shows her from above, paused as Tosh reaches forwards to pull the woman close. He clicks again and Tosh moves, the woman appearing fully in frame. She can hear their voices now.
“What? I don’t understand?” The woman looks around her, confused.
“It’s okay. It’s hard to explain, but no-one can see us here. We’re completely hidden.”
“Completely?”
“Yes, no one can see us.”
The woman seems to need no more convincing and moves forward, pushing Tosh back against the water tower, dry because of the cold weather. Tosh hears herself gasp as the cold metal manages to permeate her thick winter coat, but it doesn’t bother her for long as the woman’s mouth is suddenly pressed to hers. It’s hot and passionate, tongue flicking across her lips, seeking access she readily allows.
Tosh is aware of Ianto moving. He’s suddenly on the floor, kneeling in front of her. He looks up at her, eyes silently requesting permission. Her mouth opens in surprise, but she nods. Ianto’s hands are on her hips pulling her forward in the chair so she rests on he edge. She wriggles in the chair, helping him as he pushes her skirt up to her waist and again as he slides her underwear down, over her thighs, her knees and then slips them off over her ankles, and into his pocket.
Ianto gently pushes her knees apart and moves himself further forwards.
“Watch.” he says and suddenly his mouth is on her, hands on her hips, tongue immediately wicked; licking and probing. Tosh grips the arms of the chair and does as she’s told.
She flicks her eyes back to the screen in time to see the woman undoing on-screenTosh’s coat and slipping her hands inside. She hears them both gasp as one the woman’s hands goes back to holding her head, while the other is cupping her breast, thumbing her nipple through the cotton of her blouse. Tosh watches as she knots her hands into the woman’s hair pulling her closer.
She can hear their soft noises as the woman continues to squeeze her breast while her other hand tracks slowly down her body. She watches as the wandering hand disappears down the front of her skirt and into her underwear and within seconds nimble fingers are dancing across her clit.
She hears herself gasp and lets out a similar one now as Ianto’s tongue flicks the same sensitive places. She watches as her body arches, pushing herself against the other woman, pushing herself onto the probing hand.
Moans are coming freely from both women now. Moans and gasps, breath heavy and hot as Tosh keeps pulling the woman closer. She pulls her closer, kissing harder and more frantic as she rolls her hips, intensifying the sensations she is getting as the woman’s hand speeds up its actions.
Tosh suddenly realises that one of Ianto’s hands is no longer on her hip and she looks down to see that he has freed himself from his trousers and one hand is now wrapped around his hard cock; running up and down its length as he delves his tongue into her, reaching and tasting every part of her. He pulls away for a second.
“The screen.” he says. She nods even though he can’t see her, and looks back up. His mouth is blessedly back on her and she moans again. This time he moans with her.
Within a minute the room is full of lust fuelled noises. Tosh moans and gasps in time with herself on screen as both versions of her approach orgasm. The woman on screen groans as Tosh thrusts her body towards her and Ianto moans between her thighs, spurned on her reactions.
She can feel the heat rising in her belly and she curls a hand into Ianto’s hair. He lets out a guttural moan. Tosh moves her hips as she watches the screen. She sees her hands clutch at the other woman and hears her gasps quicken in pace and heighten in pitch. She watches her back arch and her head tip back as she comes hard on the other woman’s hand.
As she watches her body move on the screen, she cries out, the images and Ianto’s tongue tipping her over the edge once more. She can still hear her moans mingling with the woman’s from the footage and suddenly a sharp gasp from Ianto joins them all.
Tosh keeps watching as the woman removes her hand from Tosh’s skirt and lifts her fingers to her mouth. She watches as the woman slides her fingers between her lips, savouring the taste. Then she sees herself moving in to kiss her, licking her own flavour from the woman’s mouth. They pull apart, both breathing heavily.
“Come home with me?” the woman asks.
Tosh watches herself nod and the two step off the paving slab and out of shot.
She looks down and sees Ianto resting back on his heels, a thumb swiping across his lips before dipping into his mouth, making sure he catches every last drop of her.
Ianto smiles at her and Tosh returns it, somewhat shyly, but not at all unhappily. Ianto breaks their eye contact and looks over his shoulder. She follows his line of sight and her eyes widen in surprise when she sees the CCTV camera mounted high on the wall, pointed down at them.
He looks back her, his grin wicked.
“It’s only feeding back to here; it’s blocked off to the rest of the system. I thought we could watch it another time while you tell me what happened once you were away from our cameras.”
Tosh grins back; shyness evaporating.
“There’s plenty to tell.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jack switches off the CCTV feed that he had hacked into. With a grin he pushes himself away from his desk and heads down to the archives.