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collwenGun Play
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Jack
SPOILER ALERT: Contains spoilers for Ghost Machine (Series 1, Episode 3)
Rating: PG 13?
Synopsis: So what *was* Gwen thinking during handgun training?
"Gwen, with me."
Gwen spins her head around to look at Jack as he walks into another section of Torchwood. She then looks at Owen, filled with sympathy. Her own experience with the quantum transducer was powerful and she understood Owen's drive to bring some sort of closure to his experience.
She stands up and follows the path that Jack took out of the central monitoring section of the Hub. She rounds a corner to see the head of Torchwood Three sliding a magazine into a pistol, facing down a shooting range, populated by paper Weevil targets.
"Jack?" She walks down the strip of shooting shelters, and Jack turns around to see her as she clears the last shelter with a spoken "Whoa" and a laugh.
She comes up to the table where Jack had set up several types of hand guns and other shooting range equipment, and he points at the table. "You need to know how to use these." He looked away and she can't see his face, but he then says, "Though I hope you never have to."
She looks at the table in amazement.
"So do I... I'm sorry, it's just.. I don't even kill spiders in the bath." She has to laugh to drain off the tension. In the UK, guns are not issued to every member of the police, and she had never gone through firearms training. There is a brief moment where she wondered if Jack had the certification somewhere as a Firearms Liaison Officer and as a range conducting officer or "RCO" in order to be training her.
"Nor do I, not with a gun." That and his slight grin get another nervous giggle from her.
Jack waves her forward, "It's all yours." He then sticks his hand back in his pocket. She notices that his shirtsleeves are rolled up and she can see his fore arms. He usually wears them long, and she can't remember ever seeing him without the vest.
She looks at him and the table, at a loss of what to do next.
Jack hands her a set of yellow safety goggles and solid earmuffs. She puts them on, mirroring Jack as he puts on his own set. Jack picks up one of the guns and a magazine, and holds it out so she can see how the magazine slides in. She nods and Jack hands her the pistol.
She swallows and brings the gun up while facing Jack, and he does this bend backwards to get out of the way, grabbing her hand and the gun to point it away from him.
He points down the range, away from them, and says, "Target's that way."
"Right." She realizes that she has no idea what to do, so she settles her legs apart into a firm stance, blows out her breath, takes the pistol in both hands, and brings it up in front of her and above her head like she's seen in the movies as someone is taking aim.
She feels Jack's hands come up and take her forearms, his body fitting in behind hers. She hears his voice through the headset in the earmuffs, but knows from the warm breath stirring her hair that he's speaking right into her ear "Lets leave the roof in one piece, shall we?"
He brings her arms down with one hand and steps over a little. He steadies her right hand with his and reaches his left hand to take hers away. "One hand, not two."
She lets her left arm fall and shakes it loose a little. His hands move and they're at her shoulders, and he firmly turns her as he says, "Turn sideways to the target." He's behind her and she feels his hands brush her hair back from her right shoulder.
His hands are so warm and strong.
A finger rests in that little space above her collar and below her ear for a moment and she has to blink to focus over the rush of blood that's started pounding in her body.
The finger moves down her arm. "Looking along your shoulder, down your arm..." and his hand is moving along with his words, caressing her in it's path. His hand moves away and she sees his hand come up like a boy using his hand as a toy gun.
"...Straight line to the sight." His arm and hand hang in front of her. "Bring up the gun."
She brings up the gun in time with her beating heart, and it's fast and thundering. Her hand jerks up and it's not a smooth movement. Jack's hand covers her again and he pushes her hand down again.
"Whoa whoa woah..." His hand takes her shoulder again. "Too fast."
She has to look at the wall for a moment as she feels his body press into her back a little and his hand brings her closer to him. Her blood is pounding in her ears.
"It's all in the breathing." And she has to close her eyes to calm her breathing down.
His hand closes over hers and he brings her hand and the pistol up in a slow graceful movement.
"Hold it firmly." A little image in the back of her mind flashes through and she has to ignore it. "Don't grip it." He moves away a little and brings his left hand up and over. She turns her head and looks into his eyes as he cocks the gun back.
His eyes....
The metallic sound makes her blink and look at the gun in their hands, amazed at it's presence.
He steps back closer into her and she can feel his heat again at her back. His left hand reaches under her arm and finds her hip. The heat through her jeans pocket and the feel of the gun in her right hand makes her left hand clench and release.
"Breath in."
Again, the sound is through the headphones, but the warm breath in her hair lets her know where Jack is. He's almost resting his face against her hair and she can feel the heat of his cheek, but not the pressure of it against her head.
She can feel his chest swell as he takes a deep breath. "Focus."
She has to shake her head a little to focus on the gun and not his body next to hers. She turns her head and looks along the barrel of the gun in her hand.
"Breath out...." She lets her breath out slowly.
"Squeeze gently."
Her fingers pull in and suddenly the gun fires and jerks in her hand, a dull crack bringing the smell of cordite burning in her nostrils. The sound and the sudden explosion in her hand release her like an orgasm.
She sees a hole appear in the target in front of her, actually in the small bull's-eye at the shoulder.
She breathes again, "Wow."
Just like an orgasm, where her body has clenched and drawn at the top of the moment and then lets go, her body releases and she brings the gun down in a breathless "Whoa."
Jack's hands come up from under her arms and he grips her shoulders, pulling her back into a hug as her body slackens a little bit more, resting into his embrace and savoring the contact through layers of fabric.
He laughs, a full rich sound, "That was a joint effort." She looks up into his face and that incredible smile, that's all for her.
"Try it again."
The gun cocks back. "You're on your own and remember...."
The lesson continues. After the first rush, it's easier to deal with the guns, and with Jack. His physicality gets easier to deal with because it's just there. She doesn't feel like he's putting the moves on her because the touch of his hands and body continue. He guides her through motions and stances, but never goes on beyond that.
She relaxes and she can laugh when he makes a funny comment.
For a beginner, being able to handle two guns at once and being able to hit the targets, although not in the perfect spots, is something of a victory and she raises her arms in triumph.
Jack had said that it was the last thing they'd be doing this time, so she turns and sets the guns down and he's got his headphones off. She takes hers off so she can hear him just in time to hear him say, "Nice Work. Like I said, I hope you never have to use them."
She takes off the safety glasses and notices her watch peaking out from her jacket.
"Oh God, look at the time. When do you get to go home? You seem to live here." Jack looks down a little and shakes his head. "You don't, do you?"
He shrugs, "Gotta be ready. The 21st century is when it all changes... and I hate the commute."
She smiles, it's a little sad to think that he lives here. But it's also a little bit funny and because she's curious she asks, "Where do you sleep?"
His face grows more serious. "I don't."
She knows it must be related to why he can't die, but the question that pops out of her mouth unexpectedly is, "Doesn't it get lonely at night?"
She realizes that now it's gotten to intimate. His hands on her body where just natural actions for him, but she can see on his face the line she crossed.
"I better get back, Rhys will be wondering where I am." She has to give him this, the graceful out of her all too powerful question.
Jack smiles, just a little, pain still evident as he takes off his safety glasses. His smile grows a little easier as he nods and says, "Good night."
She leaves, needing to retreat, and not completely sure why she's running.
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Jack
SPOILER ALERT: Contains spoilers for Ghost Machine (Series 1, Episode 3)
Rating: PG 13?
Synopsis: So what *was* Gwen thinking during handgun training?
"Gwen, with me."
Gwen spins her head around to look at Jack as he walks into another section of Torchwood. She then looks at Owen, filled with sympathy. Her own experience with the quantum transducer was powerful and she understood Owen's drive to bring some sort of closure to his experience.
She stands up and follows the path that Jack took out of the central monitoring section of the Hub. She rounds a corner to see the head of Torchwood Three sliding a magazine into a pistol, facing down a shooting range, populated by paper Weevil targets.
"Jack?" She walks down the strip of shooting shelters, and Jack turns around to see her as she clears the last shelter with a spoken "Whoa" and a laugh.
She comes up to the table where Jack had set up several types of hand guns and other shooting range equipment, and he points at the table. "You need to know how to use these." He looked away and she can't see his face, but he then says, "Though I hope you never have to."
She looks at the table in amazement.
"So do I... I'm sorry, it's just.. I don't even kill spiders in the bath." She has to laugh to drain off the tension. In the UK, guns are not issued to every member of the police, and she had never gone through firearms training. There is a brief moment where she wondered if Jack had the certification somewhere as a Firearms Liaison Officer and as a range conducting officer or "RCO" in order to be training her.
"Nor do I, not with a gun." That and his slight grin get another nervous giggle from her.
Jack waves her forward, "It's all yours." He then sticks his hand back in his pocket. She notices that his shirtsleeves are rolled up and she can see his fore arms. He usually wears them long, and she can't remember ever seeing him without the vest.
She looks at him and the table, at a loss of what to do next.
Jack hands her a set of yellow safety goggles and solid earmuffs. She puts them on, mirroring Jack as he puts on his own set. Jack picks up one of the guns and a magazine, and holds it out so she can see how the magazine slides in. She nods and Jack hands her the pistol.
She swallows and brings the gun up while facing Jack, and he does this bend backwards to get out of the way, grabbing her hand and the gun to point it away from him.
He points down the range, away from them, and says, "Target's that way."
"Right." She realizes that she has no idea what to do, so she settles her legs apart into a firm stance, blows out her breath, takes the pistol in both hands, and brings it up in front of her and above her head like she's seen in the movies as someone is taking aim.
She feels Jack's hands come up and take her forearms, his body fitting in behind hers. She hears his voice through the headset in the earmuffs, but knows from the warm breath stirring her hair that he's speaking right into her ear "Lets leave the roof in one piece, shall we?"
He brings her arms down with one hand and steps over a little. He steadies her right hand with his and reaches his left hand to take hers away. "One hand, not two."
She lets her left arm fall and shakes it loose a little. His hands move and they're at her shoulders, and he firmly turns her as he says, "Turn sideways to the target." He's behind her and she feels his hands brush her hair back from her right shoulder.
His hands are so warm and strong.
A finger rests in that little space above her collar and below her ear for a moment and she has to blink to focus over the rush of blood that's started pounding in her body.
The finger moves down her arm. "Looking along your shoulder, down your arm..." and his hand is moving along with his words, caressing her in it's path. His hand moves away and she sees his hand come up like a boy using his hand as a toy gun.
"...Straight line to the sight." His arm and hand hang in front of her. "Bring up the gun."
She brings up the gun in time with her beating heart, and it's fast and thundering. Her hand jerks up and it's not a smooth movement. Jack's hand covers her again and he pushes her hand down again.
"Whoa whoa woah..." His hand takes her shoulder again. "Too fast."
She has to look at the wall for a moment as she feels his body press into her back a little and his hand brings her closer to him. Her blood is pounding in her ears.
"It's all in the breathing." And she has to close her eyes to calm her breathing down.
His hand closes over hers and he brings her hand and the pistol up in a slow graceful movement.
"Hold it firmly." A little image in the back of her mind flashes through and she has to ignore it. "Don't grip it." He moves away a little and brings his left hand up and over. She turns her head and looks into his eyes as he cocks the gun back.
His eyes....
The metallic sound makes her blink and look at the gun in their hands, amazed at it's presence.
He steps back closer into her and she can feel his heat again at her back. His left hand reaches under her arm and finds her hip. The heat through her jeans pocket and the feel of the gun in her right hand makes her left hand clench and release.
"Breath in."
Again, the sound is through the headphones, but the warm breath in her hair lets her know where Jack is. He's almost resting his face against her hair and she can feel the heat of his cheek, but not the pressure of it against her head.
She can feel his chest swell as he takes a deep breath. "Focus."
She has to shake her head a little to focus on the gun and not his body next to hers. She turns her head and looks along the barrel of the gun in her hand.
"Breath out...." She lets her breath out slowly.
"Squeeze gently."
Her fingers pull in and suddenly the gun fires and jerks in her hand, a dull crack bringing the smell of cordite burning in her nostrils. The sound and the sudden explosion in her hand release her like an orgasm.
She sees a hole appear in the target in front of her, actually in the small bull's-eye at the shoulder.
She breathes again, "Wow."
Just like an orgasm, where her body has clenched and drawn at the top of the moment and then lets go, her body releases and she brings the gun down in a breathless "Whoa."
Jack's hands come up from under her arms and he grips her shoulders, pulling her back into a hug as her body slackens a little bit more, resting into his embrace and savoring the contact through layers of fabric.
He laughs, a full rich sound, "That was a joint effort." She looks up into his face and that incredible smile, that's all for her.
"Try it again."
The gun cocks back. "You're on your own and remember...."
The lesson continues. After the first rush, it's easier to deal with the guns, and with Jack. His physicality gets easier to deal with because it's just there. She doesn't feel like he's putting the moves on her because the touch of his hands and body continue. He guides her through motions and stances, but never goes on beyond that.
She relaxes and she can laugh when he makes a funny comment.
For a beginner, being able to handle two guns at once and being able to hit the targets, although not in the perfect spots, is something of a victory and she raises her arms in triumph.
Jack had said that it was the last thing they'd be doing this time, so she turns and sets the guns down and he's got his headphones off. She takes hers off so she can hear him just in time to hear him say, "Nice Work. Like I said, I hope you never have to use them."
She takes off the safety glasses and notices her watch peaking out from her jacket.
"Oh God, look at the time. When do you get to go home? You seem to live here." Jack looks down a little and shakes his head. "You don't, do you?"
He shrugs, "Gotta be ready. The 21st century is when it all changes... and I hate the commute."
She smiles, it's a little sad to think that he lives here. But it's also a little bit funny and because she's curious she asks, "Where do you sleep?"
His face grows more serious. "I don't."
She knows it must be related to why he can't die, but the question that pops out of her mouth unexpectedly is, "Doesn't it get lonely at night?"
She realizes that now it's gotten to intimate. His hands on her body where just natural actions for him, but she can see on his face the line she crossed.
"I better get back, Rhys will be wondering where I am." She has to give him this, the graceful out of her all too powerful question.
Jack smiles, just a little, pain still evident as he takes off his safety glasses. His smile grows a little easier as he nods and says, "Good night."
She leaves, needing to retreat, and not completely sure why she's running.
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Date: 2006-11-24 04:31 pm (UTC)A sweet story, and I thought the ending was really lovelly, especially the natural actions stuff. Nicely done.
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Date: 2006-11-24 09:47 pm (UTC)I think that one of the things about Jack is that he is that naturaly physical. And naturally just that sensual- but he has an idea of how much he can get away with.
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Date: 2006-11-24 09:11 pm (UTC)Thank you, both for catching it, and for liking it.
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Date: 2006-11-24 08:22 pm (UTC)How far have you got Coll? It seems to gradually be losing it as the series goes on...
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Date: 2006-11-24 09:08 pm (UTC)I'm current with the UK thanks to the wonders of the internet. The last episode (Countrycide) was just creepy. I wonder how long/far they're going to take the Gwen/Owen thing.
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