[for gwen]

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[DATED TUESDAY FEB 27]

Jack was antsy. Anticipatory. She hadn't asked him to fuck her. This wasn't just some quick tryst that didn't mean anything other than enjoying each other for a bit. No...Jack knew some things had significance above and beyond others.

And he wasn't ever accused of doing something like this wrong.

He had the record player on, softly playing Glenn Miller. He had a few candles lit around the room, the flames dancing as the sunset gave way to twilight and then to darkness. He even dressed for the occasion...as the night grew cooler, he pulled on his topcoat and walked out to the balcony to wait.

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"I think you may be a bit biased, Captain," Gwen points out with a smirk, her fingers sliding up into his hair. For a moment, she feels almost outside of herself, as if she's watching this transpire like all the unbelievable events on the film reels under her bed. Her eyes close, just for a couple a seconds, and she forces herself back into the present.

This is Jack, her Jack, and it's real. She doesn't want to miss this, even if the idea of his hand so casually against her bum is a bit mind-boggling.

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"Maybe I am...doesn't mean it's a lie," he replies, his hand settling even lower and pulling her hips tight to his. "It's not about the steps, you know. It's if you enjoy it and have a good partner."

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The press of his hips flush against her own makes Gwen's breath catch in her throat, but she's promising herself she's not going to be some kind of wilting flower simply because this is Jack. They're so close now that they're hardly actually dancing anymore, at least not the in traditional sense, and Gwen pulls him forward by the back of the neck so that she can kiss him properly, her lips parting easily to taste him.

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He kisses bac, slow and deep to taste her, to feel everything he can. The roughness of her tongue, the smooth hardness of her teeth, the willing give of her lips. Carefully, still with the illusion of dancing, he leads her back to the bed and without looking he reaches up to pluck the flower frombehind her ear and lays it on the side table without a sound.

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That was such a very Jack thing to do that for Gwen the line between what she left behind and what she has now has gone completely blurred. One man, her Jack, and maybe it's a little scary and maybe she's a little nervous but it's okay because it's him. Of course, he's also the reason it's scary in the first place. This is no quick, meaningless shag.

"Mmm," she intones as she smiles against his lips, and then leans back just enough that she can peer up at him. "You know, I forgot my pyjamas."

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He looks down at her and smiles, his eyes closing slowly and the thought of her naked beside him in bed is obviously what's running through his mind.

"Good," he purrs, hands caressing her back and finding the zipper, pulling it down as he kisses the corner of her mouth, then her jawline up to her ear. "They'd just get in the way."

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The dress is strapless and so she's got no bra on underneath, and Gwen can't quite help holding her breath as Jack's hands move against her back, unzipping the fabric. It's not that she's shy, precisely, because she's actually rather proud of her body and knows she looks quite well unclothed, but this is Jack, and he's never so much as seen her topless before.

At length, her lips part and she finally exhales warm against his ear. The sound is decisive and vaguely relenting.

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Zipper down, he pushes the dress off slowly so he can feel the curve of her body even though the microns of fabric keep him from touching bare skin. His hips are still swaying to the music as he breathes softly against her cheek. There seems like there should be something to say, something sweet.

Maybe he'll think of something in a minute.

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"Let me," Gwen says, confidence springing from some unknown well as she settles her hands over Jack's to relinquish the dress from him. Two steps back, and she tosses the weight of her hair over her shoulders before letting the fabric slip down her hips to pool dark against the floor at her feet.

A pause then, because she's decided she wants him to really see her, to get a nice, long look at her in nothing but garters and stockings and heels, so that he'll know he's not the only one who's been thinking about this for awhile. So that he'll know there's more to her than the damsel in distress.

She steps from the dress, but doesn't move any closer, not just yet, bottom lip caught against her teeth and skin flushed as she quietly watches Jack, and waits.

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"God," he says breathlessly. "Look at you." Of course, his eyes drop to her hips, to those fading bruises, but he only lingers there for a moment. The rest of her is far more engaging.

The weight of his coat was almost oppressive and he shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap. "Just...look at you," he says again, stepping forward to begin at her hips and draw his hands up until the heft of her breasts is cradled in his palms.

"You're perfect."

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The flush in Gwen's cheeks deepens, bright against pale, freckled skin, and her bottom lip slips from beneath her teeth as she exhales heavily at his touch. "Thank you," she breathes, watching his face as his gaze travels over her body. Just now she's patient, because the situation requires it, because they have to do this right. But it's increasingly difficult to not want his hands all over her.

"You're still dressed," she points out with a coy arch of her brows. "That won't do."

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"Then return the favor," he purrs, fingers moving through her hair as he takes a half a step back so she has access to his buttons and so he could look at her. In the flickering light of the candles, the dips and peaks and curves and mounds of her body are accented and she seems more real than real.

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With slow deliberation, Gwen lifts her fingers to Jack's throat and begins unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Her attention is focused completely on what she's doing rather than the way he's watching her, as otherwise she'd never finish. His gaze has a way of pushing all logical thought straight out of her brain.

Buttons finished, Gwen carefully reaches around Jack's waist to gently pull his shirt free of his trousers and then repeats the motion for the front before pushing her hands up over the warm expanse of his chest so that she can part the fabric and let it slide free from his shoulders. One hand slips to the front of his trousers and there hesitates as she lifts shadowed green eyes to his face again.

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He can't do anything but watch her. Her touch is electric and he can feel his heart speed up. His fingers tremble, eager to reach out and hold her, touch her, learn all the places that will make her breath catch and her voice escape in small mewling cries.

But he's got more experience at controlling himself than most people...in any time. That's about all that keeps him still, even though he does close his eyes and tip his head back as she touches him. "Please," he whispers, urging her on.

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It's a bit of a trip to realize that this reaction is for her, because of her, and for just a moment Gwen simply takes in the sight of Jack pleading for her to continue. He's always made her bold, and as her fingers unfasten his trousers she leans in, unable to resist the golden expanse of his neck. Fingertips slide easily between fabric and warm flesh as her mouth finds his throat with just the faintest rasp of teeth.

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His hands close around her shoulders and pull her close, crushing her to his chest as he cranes his head back for just another moment. Just another moment of savoring the softness of her lips against his throat before he drops his chin and catches her mouth.

Kissing her deeply, slowly, Jack stepped out of his jeans and led her back to the bed and laid her down slowly, his arms so strong around her.

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Gwen pulls her knees up so that she can reach down and nudge the straps on her shoes down the curve of her heels. They fall to the floor with a satisfying thunk before she arches beneath Jack, her hands smoothing over his shoulders and down the planes of his back. His mouth is warm and familiar, but there's real heat beneath, and already she's finding it difficult to catch her breath. Murmuring his name against his lips once, twice, she wraps one lean leg around his waist, her hips pushing instinctively upwards against him.

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He grinds back, skin dragging against skin and fingers curling in her hair. His mouth on hers devoured kisses again and again, all tongue and lips, sucking and tasting until he couldn't tell the difference of where he stopped and where she began. He whispered her name in return, continuing the slow easy exploration of her body. At any moment this could become frantic, but for now he was simply enjoying every touch, every sound coming from her lips.

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Gasping, Gwen breaks the kiss, her head tossing back against the bed as he moves between her thighs, hard against slick heat, just barely hinting at what was to come. Seeking more friction and growing increasingly desperate for him, she levers up off the mattress, hips lifting and skin flushed as her fingers draw up his back and into his hair.

"Jack," she breathes as she tips her chin back down and looks up at him, green eyes shaded over dark, lips parted and swollen from his kisses.

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When she rose up, his hand slips beneath to cup her ass, keeping her close as he shifted, dropped, and finally slipped inside her only to pull back before sliding in a bit more. Inch by inch he could feel her heat close around him. Gasping softly, he finally smiles as he reaches the end and leans in to kiss her once more.

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Gwen gasps loud, louder than she'd intended, and she thinks that just now, in this one bright moment when Jack is slipping inside of her for the first time, that she may have gone a little mad. It's one of those ridiculous moments that never seem to happen in real life, when the world seems to stop, and everything -- Everything, every breath, every beat of her heart -- is him and the way he feels held within her.

That easy smile brings her back to reality, if only a little, and his mouth is warm and right, and it's so strange to think that she'd thought she needed him before, but really had no idea how much until just now.

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He kisses tenderly, more than he'd expected he would. She's so soft, so beautiful, so right in just this bit of frozen space and time that he's struck by the power of it. The sensation, like lightning before it strikes, washes over him, down his back, down his legs. For once, he can't tell automatically if it's just him.

"Yeah?" he asks, far from being eloquent or poetic, but the gleam in his eyes is enough to convey the question more fully. Is this right? Good? What you need...because god knows he does.

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At first Gwen's not sure what he's asking, but then again her mind is a bit of a wash. One look at him clarifies it, however, and if she wasn't so very involved in the moment, if things had happened differently at all, she might have been shocked that he'd have even a moment's trepidation. He's the great Jack Harkness, after all, and his reputation far precedes him.

But this -- This moment, this connection, this man -- is hers and only hers, and when she looks into his eyes she understands.

"Yeah," she breathes, her hips rolling upwards in punctuation.

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His eyes close and he nods, one arm curling behind her neck to hold her shoulders, to keep her close. Kisses feather across her cheek to her ear where he sucks softly, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts. Slow, agaonizingly slow, but this isn't some frantic fuck in dark corner. She's worth so much more than that.

That could be the heart of why the bruises on her hips galled him so much.

But he's really not thinking of bruises or dark corners or anyone else touching her but him. Touching her and holding her so close that he could swear they have the same heartbeat.

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It doesn't matter so much, in that moment, that he's never reciprocated when Gwen's told him she loves him. Yeah, he's good with words, but actions suit him better, and this is good, this is enough. She doesn't need words, she just needs him.

"Jack," she whispers between feminine sighs, her body moving with his, finding their rhythm. When she'd asked him to make love to her, she'd not really known what she was asking, but this... this is perfection, the way he's moving inside, the way he fills her and completes her perfectly. Her whole life she's been waiting for him, and just didn't know it.