• Location: Desk of Doom
• Mood: worried

Three Who-verse drabbles: Nine/Jack, Gwen/Owen, Barrowman/Eccleston RPF

More goodies from the Music Is My Boyfriend Meme


Title: Precious
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Wordcount: 100
Rating: R
Written for: betagodess
Prompt: Gwen/Owen-cats
Song: The Young Ones-Cliff Richard and the Shadows



Owen watched Gwen sleep.

He’d already heard her screams, felt her teeth biting into his shoulder, fucked her hard and fast, then slow and dirty, fulfilling every promise that had hung between them since she first walked into the Hub carrying those famous pizzas. Bloody wild-cat in bed, she turned out to be.

Now she snuggled against him like a kitten, one hand clutching his arm as though she could trust him to protect her from all the dangers of the world, and actually making him wish he could give back the one thing that Torchwood took from everybody.

Innocence


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Title: With All of Your Might
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: Jack/Nine
Rating: G
Written for: hllangel
Prompt: Jack/Doctor
Song: In The Still Of The Night-The Five Satins



After letting Rose exhaust herself from big bang swing, the TARDIS switched to 50’s doo-wop, giving Jack the opportunity to sway, slowly in the Doctor’s arms.

Jack had done a lot of dancing in his time, but there was something different about this, something he didn’t want to let go of, even if he wasn’t sure what it was. He clung tightly, fingers digging into the Doctor’s leather jacket and felt an equally strong grip around his own waist.

Maybe this was the chance to get something back after everything he’d lost.

Or at least the ride of his life.


WARNING: RPF AHEAD----If it's a problem avert your eyes, although seriously....pretty tame stuff.
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Title: I Think You'll Understand
Fandom/Genre: Dr. Who RPF
Pairing: John Barrowman/Christopher Eccleston
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Written for: joanne_c
Prompt: John/Chris after the kiss
Song: I Want To Hold Your Hand-The Beatles



What the hell was that?” Chris intoned, glaring with the full force of his height and anger.

Of course that had been half the reason for doing it in the first place; to get a rise out of Mr. Serious. The other half was because he wanted to give Chris a proper snog.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling like a naughty boy who’d been called to the headmaster’s office, an image which was far too arousing for its own good, although not as much as having Chris deliberately take his hand and place a kiss gently on his palm.

“Don’t be.”