Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011. Day 352. Happy Birthday to talkingtothesky. Prompt: Jack/Owen-Madness. Unbeta'd. Comments and concrit welcome.
Summary: The best perk of working for Torchwood.
“Seriously, Jack? Here? Now?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Here happened to be the morgue and now was less than half an hour after a particularly grisly autopsy. Owen fully intended to go home and get royally pissed, but Jack had other ideas. Soon they were going at it right on the autopsy table.
Owen once had a girlfriend, who became an ex-girlfriend when she caught him shagging her roommate. As a parting shot, she’d called him a sex addict. Owen could only imagine what she’d say about Jack.
She’d probably end up just as hooked as Owen was.