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[Muses Gone Wild] April Response
Apr. 13th, 2008 04:35 pm87. Did you think I wouldn't notice?
“Oh, do you honestly think that I wouldn’t notice, Gethin Jones?” I stand there with my hands on my hips, eying the man in front of me. My eyes have narrowed and there’s a scowl on my face. I sigh, shake my head, and sigh again. “Really!”
“What?” He gives me a look. That exasperated, ‘what now?’ sort of look he tends to take on when we argue. The look that says it’s all my fault when, really, he’s just as much to blame. “What did I do now?”
“You know perfectly well what you did!” As I talk, I jab a finger in his chest, pushing him towards a wall. The two of us had been trapped in this small room for far too long now. It was starting to become claustrophobic. He was starting to become claustrophobic. And there’s fury in my eyes, frustration as I give him a good push. “The absolute last thing I need is a picture of you shagging Owen in my head!”
I’m going bloody mad. There’s no other way to describe it. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew we shouldn’t have touched that flipping device. The strange glowing round orb that had been nestled so perfectly above a mound of dirt at that crash site Gwen sent us to investigate. But quite apparently, Gethin was as bad as the no touching rule as I was.
We reached for it at the same time.
And ever since then, we’ve been stuck in this prison with Owen coming by every couple of hours to monitor us while Tosh and Hugh attempted to find a way to reverse the effects of the device sooner than later.
“All things hoping,” said Jack with a laugh, “and it’ll wear off in a matter of hours. Used to have one of these lying around myself. Greatest sex toy in the whole galaxy: telepathically connects you with your partner for a few hours to intensify the pleasure. Of course, if you’ve been hiding a couple of skeletons in your closet that come out during orgasm…”
He winked and shrugged and wandered off, not before confining the two of us to the Hub until the effects faded. That had been two hours ago. And now?
Now, I’m about absolutely ready to scream. I push him again and he just smirks. “Just admit it: you want me, doll. Can’t get enough of me.”
All of a sudden, I am – no, he is – thinking back to that fantasy he had been playing in his mind since Owen had left after the last checkup. Except now I’m in it, playing nurse to Owen’s doctor as Gethin more than willingly undergoes his ‘physical.’ I blink. And then I shove him hard against the wall.
“Oh, stop!”
He’s still smirking and grinning, like he’s won the lottery or some other daft contest. “I think I’ve figured it out now. I’m gentleman enough to include you in my thoughts, and you respond by shoving me against a wall. Jeez. You just like it rough, don’t you? So yeah, have your way with me. I’m through trying to argue with you, though.”
I stare at him and slowly begin to back away. Gethin takes the opportunity to slip away and spread out on a cot. I sigh, sitting at the edge of the same bed and pointedly looking anywhere but at him. So absolutely infuriating! And he bloody well knows it, for however long this connection persists. It’s not at all like what Ewan shared with me. That was magical. This is just… just impossible!
And more than anything, all this bloody psychic dealings make me miss Ewan even more. I sigh, leaning into my hands and trying not to cry. Today has been far too long and far too tiring. I want to sleep. But I’m afraid of the thoughts that might slip out--
“I’m not one for that long distance thing.” Gethin’s voice interrupts my ponderings. I turn, hesitant but curious, to find that he’s sat up in bed. His arms stretch lazily behind his head and he shrugs. The smirk is gone. He smile is gentler now, more like Ianto’s. “Never have been, love. But he strikes me as the sort of bloke who’s serious about giving it a go. Bet he’ll get a kick out of this whole ordeal when it’s over.”
The words surprise me. He surprises me. I’ve found Gethin has a habit of doing that. Just when I’m quite ready to make a firm judgment of the man, he does something that makes me reconsider everything. I shrug and give a slight smile.
“You know by now that there’s more to me,” he continues, moving an arm to scratch at his hair. “That I’m not a bad person and I just like to rile you up. So quit being all surprised and just, um. I guess, if you ever need a second opinion… or someone to make you forget, I’m getting to know you better right now than anyone else in the Hub. So yeah. I care, Sarah. Happy?”
Happy? The question rings through my head. I shrug slightly, not sure of the answer. I know he’s right about Ewan. And I know he’s right about himself. And, because of this daft, bloody mad alien device, he knows he’s right too. It’s confusing and complicated; makes my head spin and makes me just want to pick a fight with him even more.
His thoughts are whirling around in my head, mingling with mine. He’s thinking about Owen, thinking about Ianto and Bronwyn and even thinking about me. Worrying about me, he is, and what this connection might do to our burgeoning friendship. Wondering why we never seem to get along. It’s almost touching. It almost reminds me of Ewan. Until his mind shifts back to the Dr Harper fantasy, with Nurse Smith still a quite present part.
I shift uncomfortably, trying not to let it affect me. But it does. And he bloody well knows it. Git.
“Gethin?” I finally ask, breaking the rather loud silence. I shouldn’t be doing this. But his thoughts are driving me barmy. He turns to look in my direction and I seize that moment to pin him down on the cot. I look down at him and lick my lips, ignoring the way my hair curtains our faces. “You’re being far too fucking loud. Think you could shut up and kiss me?”
Jack’s right in the end, of course and the one thing Gethin and I can agree on is never to tell him that, that aggravations and frustrations and telepathic connections certainly do make the sex better.
One time isn’t an affair.
Owen won’t realise and Ewan won’t care.
One time doesn’t count.
And yet, he knew I’d notice.
[ooc: based on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
twood_hub]
“Oh, do you honestly think that I wouldn’t notice, Gethin Jones?” I stand there with my hands on my hips, eying the man in front of me. My eyes have narrowed and there’s a scowl on my face. I sigh, shake my head, and sigh again. “Really!”
“What?” He gives me a look. That exasperated, ‘what now?’ sort of look he tends to take on when we argue. The look that says it’s all my fault when, really, he’s just as much to blame. “What did I do now?”
“You know perfectly well what you did!” As I talk, I jab a finger in his chest, pushing him towards a wall. The two of us had been trapped in this small room for far too long now. It was starting to become claustrophobic. He was starting to become claustrophobic. And there’s fury in my eyes, frustration as I give him a good push. “The absolute last thing I need is a picture of you shagging Owen in my head!”
I’m going bloody mad. There’s no other way to describe it. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew we shouldn’t have touched that flipping device. The strange glowing round orb that had been nestled so perfectly above a mound of dirt at that crash site Gwen sent us to investigate. But quite apparently, Gethin was as bad as the no touching rule as I was.
We reached for it at the same time.
And ever since then, we’ve been stuck in this prison with Owen coming by every couple of hours to monitor us while Tosh and Hugh attempted to find a way to reverse the effects of the device sooner than later.
“All things hoping,” said Jack with a laugh, “and it’ll wear off in a matter of hours. Used to have one of these lying around myself. Greatest sex toy in the whole galaxy: telepathically connects you with your partner for a few hours to intensify the pleasure. Of course, if you’ve been hiding a couple of skeletons in your closet that come out during orgasm…”
He winked and shrugged and wandered off, not before confining the two of us to the Hub until the effects faded. That had been two hours ago. And now?
Now, I’m about absolutely ready to scream. I push him again and he just smirks. “Just admit it: you want me, doll. Can’t get enough of me.”
All of a sudden, I am – no, he is – thinking back to that fantasy he had been playing in his mind since Owen had left after the last checkup. Except now I’m in it, playing nurse to Owen’s doctor as Gethin more than willingly undergoes his ‘physical.’ I blink. And then I shove him hard against the wall.
“Oh, stop!”
He’s still smirking and grinning, like he’s won the lottery or some other daft contest. “I think I’ve figured it out now. I’m gentleman enough to include you in my thoughts, and you respond by shoving me against a wall. Jeez. You just like it rough, don’t you? So yeah, have your way with me. I’m through trying to argue with you, though.”
I stare at him and slowly begin to back away. Gethin takes the opportunity to slip away and spread out on a cot. I sigh, sitting at the edge of the same bed and pointedly looking anywhere but at him. So absolutely infuriating! And he bloody well knows it, for however long this connection persists. It’s not at all like what Ewan shared with me. That was magical. This is just… just impossible!
And more than anything, all this bloody psychic dealings make me miss Ewan even more. I sigh, leaning into my hands and trying not to cry. Today has been far too long and far too tiring. I want to sleep. But I’m afraid of the thoughts that might slip out--
“I’m not one for that long distance thing.” Gethin’s voice interrupts my ponderings. I turn, hesitant but curious, to find that he’s sat up in bed. His arms stretch lazily behind his head and he shrugs. The smirk is gone. He smile is gentler now, more like Ianto’s. “Never have been, love. But he strikes me as the sort of bloke who’s serious about giving it a go. Bet he’ll get a kick out of this whole ordeal when it’s over.”
The words surprise me. He surprises me. I’ve found Gethin has a habit of doing that. Just when I’m quite ready to make a firm judgment of the man, he does something that makes me reconsider everything. I shrug and give a slight smile.
“You know by now that there’s more to me,” he continues, moving an arm to scratch at his hair. “That I’m not a bad person and I just like to rile you up. So quit being all surprised and just, um. I guess, if you ever need a second opinion… or someone to make you forget, I’m getting to know you better right now than anyone else in the Hub. So yeah. I care, Sarah. Happy?”
Happy? The question rings through my head. I shrug slightly, not sure of the answer. I know he’s right about Ewan. And I know he’s right about himself. And, because of this daft, bloody mad alien device, he knows he’s right too. It’s confusing and complicated; makes my head spin and makes me just want to pick a fight with him even more.
His thoughts are whirling around in my head, mingling with mine. He’s thinking about Owen, thinking about Ianto and Bronwyn and even thinking about me. Worrying about me, he is, and what this connection might do to our burgeoning friendship. Wondering why we never seem to get along. It’s almost touching. It almost reminds me of Ewan. Until his mind shifts back to the Dr Harper fantasy, with Nurse Smith still a quite present part.
I shift uncomfortably, trying not to let it affect me. But it does. And he bloody well knows it. Git.
“Gethin?” I finally ask, breaking the rather loud silence. I shouldn’t be doing this. But his thoughts are driving me barmy. He turns to look in my direction and I seize that moment to pin him down on the cot. I look down at him and lick my lips, ignoring the way my hair curtains our faces. “You’re being far too fucking loud. Think you could shut up and kiss me?”
Jack’s right in the end, of course and the one thing Gethin and I can agree on is never to tell him that, that aggravations and frustrations and telepathic connections certainly do make the sex better.
One time isn’t an affair.
Owen won’t realise and Ewan won’t care.
One time doesn’t count.
And yet, he knew I’d notice.
[ooc: based on
twood_hub]
