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Some sort of gun practice.	By : Dragonlady Category: S through Z > Torchwood Views: 1399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Some sort of gun practice.
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Some sort of gun practice.
When I joined Torchwood I never imagined the things I would do and the things I would see.
Jack was quite something, he could be hard and harsh but his brilliant blue eyes and smile could melt stone – Ianto was head over heels in love with him it was obvious for everyone to see. To be honest I’m not surprised – everyone loved Jack, and every time he disappeared or died – we waited with baited breath for him to return and he did - every time.
The day Jack taught me to shoot will stick in my mind forever, walking in to the room seemed like something out of a film – Jack just stood by this table full of guns and said “You need to know how to use these, but I hope you never have to.”
I was a bit shocked and then embarrassed that I’d make fool of myself – and I did - aiming the loaded gun at Jack (“the target’s that way!”) and then at the ceiling (“Shall we leave the ceiling intact?”) weren’t the most brilliant first moves I could have made.
But I didn’t know what to do with myself when Jack came up and stood behind me – feeling his breath on the back of my neck, his hand moving my hair away from my face and neck - the moment he put his left hand on my hip and pulled me up against him, the feeling of his lithe body pressed against mine had me feeling as hot under the collar as Ianto gets when he’s in the same position.
I felt myself get wet at his closeness – I wish I could jump up and wrap my legs around his hips; I just wanted to turn around and kiss his face off. But I could never tell him how I felt – little did I know that Jack already knew….
Unbeknown to me he’d been playing around with a stone called the Oracle – which had left him partially sensation - psychic – as soon as he touched me he could feel everything I was feeling.
With his hips curved into mine, even just for a few minutes I could feel his hardened body nestled against me – rubbing so provocatively – his touch enough to draw a low moan from my lips.
Firing the first pistol with his hand on mine and his body moulded to me was more difficult than I’d imagined when Jack said “It’s all in the breathing”, it was as much as I could do to actually remember to breathe!
Despite the fact that I had big problems cocking some of them; I soon got used to firing the different guns, the weight differences, the different kick of each one – I may not have been brilliant or very accurate but I did it.
At the end I took off the ear defenders and smiled at Jack, he gave me his usual cheeky cocky grin, I wanted to kiss him – I wanted to do more than kiss him truth be told. His hand brushed mine and I saw his bright blue eyes dilate as a fire seemed to light within.
Something prompted me to ask when he went home, his reply made me realise he was in the hub all the time, 24 hours a day and when he said he doesn’t sleep I really wondered what he did all night – but when I impulsively asked him if he got lonely at night, I nearly bit my lip in two as I realised now he must know for definite that I’m attracted to him.
As I turned to leave, I walked past him only to feel his left hand shoot out and grasp mine – pulling me to him without warning he drops his beautiful mouth onto mine, at first just lightly whilst pulling me into his arms – then the pressure increased so slowly, so sweetly – I felt the breath leave my body. I can’t resist wrapping my arms around him; I let my head fall back as his lips trace their way around my neck kissing, licking and nipping the skin.
My hands tangle in his thick hair bringing him closer still, until finally he scoops me up in his arms.
“Oh girl, I just gotta do this.” His voice is low and smoky with desire as he carries me from the room.
He carries on kissing me and I hold tightly to him as he crashes though several doors until he deposits me in the bunker – deep inside I know I shouldn’t be doing this – but I want him so much I just can’t stop myself.
With all of his usual grace and fluidity he drops his braces off his shoulders and peels off his blue shirt and fitted white T-shirt revealing his chest as tan as peanut butter and flawless. Yes I know he’s not human, but my God how is he so perfect?
Lightly he drops down beside me and I feel his hands trace over the curves of my body – as if to commit them to his memory. With inhuman speed he has my jacket and my top removed and his hands scooping my breasts out of my bra, slowly his fingers run along the undersides of my breasts, causing my back to unconsciously arch towards him – feeling him take the weight of my breasts in his large hands and squeeze them whilst seeking my nipples out with his thumbs is enough to tear a gasp from my throat.
I reach out to run my hands over his exposed torso, listening to his moans as I lightly trace over his nipples causing the small disks to ruck and pearl beneath my light touch. I trace down to his belt and reach out to undo it, he stands silent allowing me to do so although his breathing is like a freight train echoing in the otherwise silent room.
Soon his trousers have hit the floor and with a lift of my hips my jeans land in a pile with them, now there is so little between us, our almost naked bodies radiating heat in the confines of the small room. “Oh Gwen, I know we shouldn’t be doing this - but honey, I have to make love to you.”
“Yes Jack, oh yes!” The words pour from my mouth in a sigh.
Dropping his one hand between my legs he hooks my knickers off and opens my legs leaving me entirely exposed to his gaze – the moment he touches me I feel like I am on fire, my pussy weeps tears of desire for his touch – reaching out blindly I encounter a large hardened cock only just contained in very snug black briefs. I hear his breath draw in a hiss as I touch him – the next touch has me encountering bare skin – his briefs rapidly discarded somewhere.
Wrapping my hand around his hard cock; I suddenly think to myself well this is a whole different type of loaded gun and the thought makes me smile.
“What’s so funny?” comes Jack’s enquiring voice.
“I was just thinking this is a whole different type of loaded gun,” I tell him; my hand squeezing him gently.
“Oh yeah, it sure is honey and believe me it is loaded!” Jack breathes as he sinuously crawls up between my thighs and slowly pushes his cock into my waiting body. I can’t help but raise my hips to meet his as he slides in completely filling my pussy to the hilt; loud moans ensue from us both.
With a rhythm as old as time itself he begins thrusting in and out of my yielding body, my hands wandering over his smooth back. “Oh Jack!” I breathe against his ear.   I run my hands down until they cup the taut skin of his muscled backside, as though it were possible to pull him deeper still into me.
His strong hands lift my legs over his muscled shoulders, changing his rhythm to short humping strokes; the feeling is so good - shallow breaths gasp from us both.   I can’t believe I’m here in Torchwood, in the bunker, making love to an alien con-man – but oh it’s so good, his body filling mine in the best way ever – just for now I want do nothing but this.
I feel as though heat is spreading from Jack through my whole body; “Oh, I could do this all night long but I think it’s time, grasping me by the hips he pulls me closer still, Are you ready, honey?” He breathes softly.
The way Jack calls me honey makes me feel like I’m being caressed with warm silk.
He begins jacking his hips into me harder and faster, pulling me hard against him each time he slams into me – “Oh Jack - I – I’m coming, I can’t - stop - myself – oh Jack, JACK!!!!”
Jack slows as though he’s going to pull out of me, but I can’t let him – I want all of him – everything he has to give.
“No, stay in me Jack” my internal muscles squeeze him as my hips push back towards him.
“Are you sure honey?”
“Oh yes, I want all of you!”
Suddenly Jack pulls out of me – I go to protest but he just says “wait”, flipping me over onto my knees - he pushes back deep into my body, and begins rapidly thrusting into me again – he is so hot and so hard, soon I can feel myself close to peaking again. I have to brace my hands against the bunker wall so I don’t hit my head as I feel every move Jack makes, - his smooth hard body sliding against mine, and his large strong hands on my hips as he pounds into me.
Finally he breathes “Ok honey, this is what you want” in my ear; as he locks his mouth so he’s sucking on my shoulder. I can feel him drawing his breath rapidly through his nose before he thrusts into me so hard - releasing his hold on my shoulder his moans and gasps are loud “UHH, UHH UUUHHH !!!!” hearing his gasps pushes me over the edge and I come again as I feel him flood deep into my body, releasing everything he has.
I know we both have to live with this tomorrow; but for tonight I have been loved by the sexiest man in Torchwood and that is definitely something to remember.
And to think that all I was supposed to do tonight was learn to shoot, well so much for gun practice…..
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Some sort of gun practice.