Notes: Post-ep for Something Borrowed. Awesome beta by mad_jaks.
Submitted for mmom Day 8.
Summary: Jack's special moment after Gwen's wedding.
Jack put away his box of photographs, locking them in a drawer where they’d be safe from curious, possessive eyes.
If only he could banish today’s memories as easily.
Gwen walking down the aisle toward Rhys, the culmination of that horrible moment when he’d found the ring on her hand.
“Who else would have me?”
If only there’d been a little more time. Time for him to take her by the hand and show her exactly who wanted her and what he could do about it; how aroused he’d gotten just being close to her, stroking her arm. He would have opened his trousers and pressed into her hand, let those soft fingers close over him.
“Oh, Gwen” he whispered, caressing himself into hardness as deftly as he’d always imagined she would. How could she be on her way to a honeymoon, while he was here, with her eyes on his mind, wanking fiercely, as if to punish himself for letting her go.
A fleeting image of Gwen in her wedding gown reminded him of how badly he’d have liked to fuck her right on the dance floor in front of Rhys, Ianto and anyone else who cared to watch.
That did it. Quick, short strokes, as he thought of Gwen with all that white pushed up so he could give her what they both wanted. Yes, that was it. Gwen moaning under him, lacy things in tatters and his cock pushing into her, fucking, fucking, until he saw her face contorting in unwilling ecstasy and heard her scream his name, oblivious to anything but Jack.
Damn!, he thought, feeling the stickiness spurt out onto his hands, giving temporary relief, making him wish even more fervently that she was here with him.
Of course, she’d be back. Honeymoons, like marriages were temporary, a fact he knew too well, but one that offered hope for the future.
Gwen had married Rhys, but she belonged to Torchwood.