Torchwood - fic - A little bit older, but not so worldly wise, Jack/Emma Cowell, NC-17/18
Another story written for szm's Anti-Ship War.
The discussion re this plot is here
Title - A little bit older, but not so worldly wise
Author - laurab1
Pairings - Jack Harkness/Emma Cowell, theoretical Jack/Ianto/Tosh/Gwen/Owen
Rating - NC-17/18
Length - 1636 words
Spoilers - 1.10 Out of Time
Summary - He would have to be blunt about this, Jack decided, as they sat on her sofa. “So, you wanna sleep with a guy, Emma?” he asked...gently took her hand in his, and with his thumb, rubbed circles into the palm.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Warnings/potential squicks - This is Jack being Jack, and I think it's all very sweet and very tender, but there are vague het equivalent of erastes/eronemos ideas, crossed with a kind of Elektra complex and gigolo thing. (If there's a proper word for all of that, can someone please tell me.)
A little bit older, but not so worldly wise
by Laura
“Jack Harkness, if you took all four of us to bed with you, you’d still be a gentleman about it,” Gwen had told him, when she’d made this suggestion.
Jack had wanted to see if she’d followed through on that thought, so he’d leaned over his desk, bringing his face close to hers, and asked, "Have you considered that, Gwen Cooper? All of us in bed together? Noisy, loving, making a hell of a mess..." He’d then summoned his best leer.
"Of course I bloody have," she'd eventually admitted, not looking away, not backing down, to Jack’s vast amusement. “You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, haven’t you? Go and sleep with the woman, Jack. Make sure she’s safe. Make sure she’s okay. Make sure her very first time is a good time."
And so, here he was, ringing Emma Cowell’s doorbell. His plan? The gentlest seduction he’d performed for quite some time.
“Jack!” she exclaimed, as she opened the door, and threw herself into his arms.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, hugging the young woman, then gently pushing her away, so he could look her in the eyes. “Gwen told me you called her. Can I come in?”
“Yes, yes, of course. What did Gwen tell you?” Emma asked, as she shut the door behind him.
“Emma’s fed up waiting for Mr Right, she’s decided she wants to be more...worldly, and I’d rather it wasn’t just some bloke she met in Brown’s or Groucho’s,” he quoted. “There are much better places for fashion people to meet guys, but I didn’t tell her that.”
She smiled up at him. “Shall I make some tea, Captain? Then we can talk.”
“Tea would be lovely, thanks.”
Emma went to the kitchen, and Jack found the lounge.
***
He would have to be blunt about this, Jack decided, as they sat on her sofa. “So, you wanna sleep with a guy, Emma?” he asked, when they’d drunk the tea and eaten the biscuits. He gently took her hand in his, and with his thumb, rubbed circles into the palm.
A year ago, she’d have blushed bright red at those words, that action. Instead, she sighed, only coloured a little and kept her eyes on his. “Yes,” Emma eventually said. “Just to see what it’s like. And if I don’t like it, well, I don’t have to do it again.”
Jack couldn’t argue with her logic. “Yeah, honey.” He took a breath before his next words. “Would you mind if I was that guy, Emma?”
Then she did blush bright red, which gave Jack his answer. Smiling softly, he picked up her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles, making her gasp.
“What would we do, Jack?” she managed to ask, after a couple of minutes.
He let go of her hand, and gently placed his own hand on her waist, stroking it through her blouse.
“Shopping, dinner, maybe some dancing and then - “ He left it hanging, and grinned.
“Then what, Jack?” She was a little annoyed at that move, he could hear it.
“Then, Emma Cowell, I’d take you to a very big bed in a very nice hotel and make you forget your name. Okay?”
Oh, she liked that idea. “Yes, Jack,” she said, and then surprised him with a kiss.
On his lips.
Hey, who was leading this thing?
Emma moved away far quickly for him to respond. “Shopping?” she asked, rising from the sofa. “Let me fetch my handbag!” She left the lounge, Jack followed her.
“Yeah, shopping,” he confirmed, as she went up the stairs. “Need some sexy lingerie and a hot dress I can enjoy stripping from you tonight,” Jack said, when Emma returned, carrying her bag.
“You...” she spluttered, laughing, shaking her head. “You’re the man my mother warned me about.”
Jack just smirked.
***
Much, much later, after shopping, a very pleasant meal and some dancing, they were in a suite at the Dorchester.
“You need to be secure in your own body, Emma, aware of your sexual responses,” Jack explained, moving behind her and unzipping the long green silk dress he’d bought. He pushed it off her shoulders and ran his hands the length of her arms, making her shiver. “Step out of the dress, sweetheart.” She did so, and Jack then led her over to a full length mirror. There, with no warning, he unclipped her new bra, and pulled it from her body, revealing...
“...Beautiful breasts,” Emma heard Jack sigh, as he ran his fingers over them, making her gasp.
"Is that really me?" she asked, looking at her reflection, her almost nude body, as Jack settled his hands on her waist, stroking gently.
"Yeah, that's really you," he said. "Never stood naked in front of the mirror before, then?" He took one hand from her waist, pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck.
"Not really," she admitted, briefly closing her eyes, feeling the kisses. Her whole body was beginning to tingle rather nicely.
***
His trousers were getting tight, Jack had to admit. “C’mon, on the bed,” he instructed.
As Emma arranged herself there, Jack stripped off his own clothes. Then he climbed onto the bed, and straddled Emma’s body, placing his hands at her hips. “Last little piece of clothing, Emma,” he said, looking down at her, smiling. “Then you’re completely nude, fully exposed to me. Ready?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good girl. And keep your eyes open, honey, so you can see what I think of your naked body.” With that, he hooked his thumbs into the knickers, and slid them from her hips, down her legs and off her feet. “Gorgeous,” Jack said, looking Emma up and down. He carefully climbed off the bed. “Gonna wash up, before we do anything else, okay?”
“Okay.”
Entering the bathroom and running a tap as a cover, he retrieved from the cupboard the massage oil and the condoms he’d earlier hidden away. Like Gwen had said, this was Emma’s very first time. Relaxed and safe, that was what she needed. Switching off the tap, he returned to the bedroom, supplies in his hands.
“Could you lay on your front, Emma?” Jack asked, placing the contraceptives on the bedside table and rubbing her stomach. Sitting on the bed, he showed her the oil. “Gonna give you a back massage, get you relaxed.”
“A massage?”
“Yeah. Like the idea of my hands all over your back?”
She promptly turned over. Jack grinned, and tipped some oil into his hands and let it warm a little, before placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently, murmuring nonsense to her.
***
Later, Emma was almost asleep, she was so relaxed. Then Jack’s massage reached her amazing bottom, and she woke right up. “Like that, honey?” he asked, continuing.
“I do not think ‘like’ is quite the right word, Jack,” she said, raising her head to look back at him.
Pupils big and dark. Aroused, and probably not entirely sure what to do about it.
“Turn over, and sit up, Emma,” he instructed. “Let’s see what we can do with that pleasant tingle your body’s given you.”
As she did so, Jack moved closer, sitting behind Emma, settling her between his legs, letting her feel his own body. He took her hand in his, carefully manoeuvring their joined hands to her centre. “You do know all the bits you’ve got down here, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I have bought Cosmopolitan, Jack,” she simply said.
Jack laughed. “Explored them with your fingers?”
“Once,” she admitted, and blushed a little.
“Did you like it?”
“It was all rather wet and squishy, Jack.”
“That’s the human body for you, Emma.” He untangled their hands, carefully moving her hand out of the way. Jack then began rubbing Emma’s centre, and carefully pushed one long finger inside her; stroking, pressing, searching...
***
“You might have warned me!” Emma exclaimed, coming to terms with the new sensation she was experiencing.
“Surprise is good, sometimes! But I’m warning you now,” Jack said, pulling his finger from her. “A couple of fingers inside you now, okay?”
“Yes,” she said, gasping as he did just that; adjusting to his second finger.
This was all so new, so different, and Emma didn’t have all the words for what she was feeling, but Jack was being kind, and gentle, and telling her how beautiful she was.
And then he pressed against that so-called magic little spot inside her, and Emma somehow managed to sigh, “Oh.”
“There you go, honey. That’s a... well, I guess you know.”
Yes, an orgasm, she said to herself.
Jack carefully removed his fingers from her body. He then turned her towards him, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was slow, deep and open-mouthed, and there were tongues. After a while, he moved her onto her back.
“Still remember your name, Emma Cowell?” Jack asked, looking down at her.
“Just about,” she admitted.
“I’m gonna make you forget it now,” he said, stroking a certain part of his own body, before placing a...French letter over it.
He gently entered her body, and stroked and stroked and stroked inside her.
Another orgasm, this time with a scream.
Oh, and a few more.
Jack soon experienced his own orgasm, pulsing warmly inside her body. Withdrawing, he slipped off the contraceptive, and pulled her close, kissing her hair.
“What’s your name, honey?” he asked.
“I can’t remember,” she said, playing along.
Jack laughed. “My work here is done, then.”
“Indeed, Captain.” Emma couldn’t keep her eyes open, and she soon drifted off, resting her head on Jack’s chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.
“You were great, Emma Cowell, so responsive,” she heard, as she fell asleep. “Can’t wait to do this all over again, in the morning.”
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon
The discussion re this plot is here
Title - A little bit older, but not so worldly wise
Author - laurab1
Pairings - Jack Harkness/Emma Cowell, theoretical Jack/Ianto/Tosh/Gwen/Owen
Rating - NC-17/18
Length - 1636 words
Spoilers - 1.10 Out of Time
Summary - He would have to be blunt about this, Jack decided, as they sat on her sofa. “So, you wanna sleep with a guy, Emma?” he asked...gently took her hand in his, and with his thumb, rubbed circles into the palm.
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Warnings/potential squicks - This is Jack being Jack, and I think it's all very sweet and very tender, but there are vague het equivalent of erastes/eronemos ideas, crossed with a kind of Elektra complex and gigolo thing. (If there's a proper word for all of that, can someone please tell me.)
A little bit older, but not so worldly wise
by Laura
“Jack Harkness, if you took all four of us to bed with you, you’d still be a gentleman about it,” Gwen had told him, when she’d made this suggestion.
Jack had wanted to see if she’d followed through on that thought, so he’d leaned over his desk, bringing his face close to hers, and asked, "Have you considered that, Gwen Cooper? All of us in bed together? Noisy, loving, making a hell of a mess..." He’d then summoned his best leer.
"Of course I bloody have," she'd eventually admitted, not looking away, not backing down, to Jack’s vast amusement. “You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, haven’t you? Go and sleep with the woman, Jack. Make sure she’s safe. Make sure she’s okay. Make sure her very first time is a good time."
And so, here he was, ringing Emma Cowell’s doorbell. His plan? The gentlest seduction he’d performed for quite some time.
“Jack!” she exclaimed, as she opened the door, and threw herself into his arms.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, hugging the young woman, then gently pushing her away, so he could look her in the eyes. “Gwen told me you called her. Can I come in?”
“Yes, yes, of course. What did Gwen tell you?” Emma asked, as she shut the door behind him.
“Emma’s fed up waiting for Mr Right, she’s decided she wants to be more...worldly, and I’d rather it wasn’t just some bloke she met in Brown’s or Groucho’s,” he quoted. “There are much better places for fashion people to meet guys, but I didn’t tell her that.”
She smiled up at him. “Shall I make some tea, Captain? Then we can talk.”
“Tea would be lovely, thanks.”
Emma went to the kitchen, and Jack found the lounge.
***
He would have to be blunt about this, Jack decided, as they sat on her sofa. “So, you wanna sleep with a guy, Emma?” he asked, when they’d drunk the tea and eaten the biscuits. He gently took her hand in his, and with his thumb, rubbed circles into the palm.
A year ago, she’d have blushed bright red at those words, that action. Instead, she sighed, only coloured a little and kept her eyes on his. “Yes,” Emma eventually said. “Just to see what it’s like. And if I don’t like it, well, I don’t have to do it again.”
Jack couldn’t argue with her logic. “Yeah, honey.” He took a breath before his next words. “Would you mind if I was that guy, Emma?”
Then she did blush bright red, which gave Jack his answer. Smiling softly, he picked up her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles, making her gasp.
“What would we do, Jack?” she managed to ask, after a couple of minutes.
He let go of her hand, and gently placed his own hand on her waist, stroking it through her blouse.
“Shopping, dinner, maybe some dancing and then - “ He left it hanging, and grinned.
“Then what, Jack?” She was a little annoyed at that move, he could hear it.
“Then, Emma Cowell, I’d take you to a very big bed in a very nice hotel and make you forget your name. Okay?”
Oh, she liked that idea. “Yes, Jack,” she said, and then surprised him with a kiss.
On his lips.
Hey, who was leading this thing?
Emma moved away far quickly for him to respond. “Shopping?” she asked, rising from the sofa. “Let me fetch my handbag!” She left the lounge, Jack followed her.
“Yeah, shopping,” he confirmed, as she went up the stairs. “Need some sexy lingerie and a hot dress I can enjoy stripping from you tonight,” Jack said, when Emma returned, carrying her bag.
“You...” she spluttered, laughing, shaking her head. “You’re the man my mother warned me about.”
Jack just smirked.
***
Much, much later, after shopping, a very pleasant meal and some dancing, they were in a suite at the Dorchester.
“You need to be secure in your own body, Emma, aware of your sexual responses,” Jack explained, moving behind her and unzipping the long green silk dress he’d bought. He pushed it off her shoulders and ran his hands the length of her arms, making her shiver. “Step out of the dress, sweetheart.” She did so, and Jack then led her over to a full length mirror. There, with no warning, he unclipped her new bra, and pulled it from her body, revealing...
“...Beautiful breasts,” Emma heard Jack sigh, as he ran his fingers over them, making her gasp.
"Is that really me?" she asked, looking at her reflection, her almost nude body, as Jack settled his hands on her waist, stroking gently.
"Yeah, that's really you," he said. "Never stood naked in front of the mirror before, then?" He took one hand from her waist, pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck.
"Not really," she admitted, briefly closing her eyes, feeling the kisses. Her whole body was beginning to tingle rather nicely.
***
His trousers were getting tight, Jack had to admit. “C’mon, on the bed,” he instructed.
As Emma arranged herself there, Jack stripped off his own clothes. Then he climbed onto the bed, and straddled Emma’s body, placing his hands at her hips. “Last little piece of clothing, Emma,” he said, looking down at her, smiling. “Then you’re completely nude, fully exposed to me. Ready?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Good girl. And keep your eyes open, honey, so you can see what I think of your naked body.” With that, he hooked his thumbs into the knickers, and slid them from her hips, down her legs and off her feet. “Gorgeous,” Jack said, looking Emma up and down. He carefully climbed off the bed. “Gonna wash up, before we do anything else, okay?”
“Okay.”
Entering the bathroom and running a tap as a cover, he retrieved from the cupboard the massage oil and the condoms he’d earlier hidden away. Like Gwen had said, this was Emma’s very first time. Relaxed and safe, that was what she needed. Switching off the tap, he returned to the bedroom, supplies in his hands.
“Could you lay on your front, Emma?” Jack asked, placing the contraceptives on the bedside table and rubbing her stomach. Sitting on the bed, he showed her the oil. “Gonna give you a back massage, get you relaxed.”
“A massage?”
“Yeah. Like the idea of my hands all over your back?”
She promptly turned over. Jack grinned, and tipped some oil into his hands and let it warm a little, before placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently, murmuring nonsense to her.
***
Later, Emma was almost asleep, she was so relaxed. Then Jack’s massage reached her amazing bottom, and she woke right up. “Like that, honey?” he asked, continuing.
“I do not think ‘like’ is quite the right word, Jack,” she said, raising her head to look back at him.
Pupils big and dark. Aroused, and probably not entirely sure what to do about it.
“Turn over, and sit up, Emma,” he instructed. “Let’s see what we can do with that pleasant tingle your body’s given you.”
As she did so, Jack moved closer, sitting behind Emma, settling her between his legs, letting her feel his own body. He took her hand in his, carefully manoeuvring their joined hands to her centre. “You do know all the bits you’ve got down here, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I have bought Cosmopolitan, Jack,” she simply said.
Jack laughed. “Explored them with your fingers?”
“Once,” she admitted, and blushed a little.
“Did you like it?”
“It was all rather wet and squishy, Jack.”
“That’s the human body for you, Emma.” He untangled their hands, carefully moving her hand out of the way. Jack then began rubbing Emma’s centre, and carefully pushed one long finger inside her; stroking, pressing, searching...
***
“You might have warned me!” Emma exclaimed, coming to terms with the new sensation she was experiencing.
“Surprise is good, sometimes! But I’m warning you now,” Jack said, pulling his finger from her. “A couple of fingers inside you now, okay?”
“Yes,” she said, gasping as he did just that; adjusting to his second finger.
This was all so new, so different, and Emma didn’t have all the words for what she was feeling, but Jack was being kind, and gentle, and telling her how beautiful she was.
And then he pressed against that so-called magic little spot inside her, and Emma somehow managed to sigh, “Oh.”
“There you go, honey. That’s a... well, I guess you know.”
Yes, an orgasm, she said to herself.
Jack carefully removed his fingers from her body. He then turned her towards him, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was slow, deep and open-mouthed, and there were tongues. After a while, he moved her onto her back.
“Still remember your name, Emma Cowell?” Jack asked, looking down at her.
“Just about,” she admitted.
“I’m gonna make you forget it now,” he said, stroking a certain part of his own body, before placing a...French letter over it.
He gently entered her body, and stroked and stroked and stroked inside her.
Another orgasm, this time with a scream.
Oh, and a few more.
Jack soon experienced his own orgasm, pulsing warmly inside her body. Withdrawing, he slipped off the contraceptive, and pulled her close, kissing her hair.
“What’s your name, honey?” he asked.
“I can’t remember,” she said, playing along.
Jack laughed. “My work here is done, then.”
“Indeed, Captain.” Emma couldn’t keep her eyes open, and she soon drifted off, resting her head on Jack’s chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.
“You were great, Emma Cowell, so responsive,” she heard, as she fell asleep. “Can’t wait to do this all over again, in the morning.”
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon