Day 24, Alien Mess Torchwood, Gwen Cooper, PG-13
Title: Alien Mess
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood characters and situations are the property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies, not me.
Gwen really hated the aliens who caused a mess. She had landed right in the firing line of something she wasn't even going to try to analyse - that was Tosh's job and she'd scraped a lot of it off Gwen's clothes. Jack himself had ordered her down to the bathrooms several floors below the hub. She hadn't argued, hadn't even wanted to, already thinking of the warm heat of water - she was sure Ianto had done something to make sure the hot water didn't run out - it had probably been easier than dealing with the complaints of Torchwood members who had needed more hot water. Maybe it had even been somone before Ianto, even Jack himself. Maybe she'd ask him one day. Right now, Gwen wanted to get into the shower and get the gunk all over her off. She had picked up a change of clothes and lay them on the bench outside the shower.
She put her clothes to be either biologically checked, thrown out or (this likely wouldn't happen this time, she knew) cleaned and returned to her, then turned the water on, sighing as the heat beat into her skin, washing away the gunk.
She used the good soap, the one she knew Ianto had refined, and her skin always felt so much better after using it.
Once she was actually clean, she noticed her skin was tingling. She touched it, and shivered. It felt so good.
Her hands moved between her legs, one touching her clit, the other pushing a couple of fingers inside her. She didn't linger too much, getting herself off quickly. Work called.
Her climax felt amazing, though, and she could hear her own cries echo off the tiled walls.
She'd have to get Rhys into the shower tonight.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Gwen Cooper
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood characters and situations are the property of the BBC and Russell T. Davies, not me.
Gwen really hated the aliens who caused a mess. She had landed right in the firing line of something she wasn't even going to try to analyse - that was Tosh's job and she'd scraped a lot of it off Gwen's clothes. Jack himself had ordered her down to the bathrooms several floors below the hub. She hadn't argued, hadn't even wanted to, already thinking of the warm heat of water - she was sure Ianto had done something to make sure the hot water didn't run out - it had probably been easier than dealing with the complaints of Torchwood members who had needed more hot water. Maybe it had even been somone before Ianto, even Jack himself. Maybe she'd ask him one day. Right now, Gwen wanted to get into the shower and get the gunk all over her off. She had picked up a change of clothes and lay them on the bench outside the shower.
She put her clothes to be either biologically checked, thrown out or (this likely wouldn't happen this time, she knew) cleaned and returned to her, then turned the water on, sighing as the heat beat into her skin, washing away the gunk.
She used the good soap, the one she knew Ianto had refined, and her skin always felt so much better after using it.
Once she was actually clean, she noticed her skin was tingling. She touched it, and shivered. It felt so good.
Her hands moved between her legs, one touching her clit, the other pushing a couple of fingers inside her. She didn't linger too much, getting herself off quickly. Work called.
Her climax felt amazing, though, and she could hear her own cries echo off the tiled walls.
She'd have to get Rhys into the shower tonight.