[AU (Future) Hub] Torchwood Hub Future Scenario - Ewan and Sarah - 2018

[his_sarah_jane]

My bags drop on the cold stone tiles of the House as the door closes behind her. The trip to Cardiff has been more than successful. In fact, it has surpassed anything my wildest dreams can come up with. Visiting old friends has been a breath of fresh air, as has returning to the place where, in effect, this all had started for me.

But Scotland is home now. Or, more to the point, Ewan and our family are my home. I love them all more than words could ever describe, and, as much as I still despises cliches, there really is nothing like being home. I take a deep breath of the musty air and smile to myself. My smile turns brighter when the Lady floats by. She's officially the first to welcome me back.

Placing a hand on my stomach, I nod in confirmation to her unasked question. Yes, I'm pregnant. Yes, there will be another child within the House in eight months. Yes, this time the pregnancy will last. The Lady has been my sole secret keeper - occasionally spying on me during those awful mid-mornings spent throwing up in the bathroom or when the fatigue got to be too much. I don't know how the ghost knew I was pregnant. It's just easier to accept.

The ghostly woman floats away, leaving me alone in the foyer. No one expects me to be home tonight. I wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow morning, but I couldn't wait. I have to surprise Ewan with the news. The twins ought to be asleep by now; it's 9 pm and those blessed little ones always managed to wear themselves out by half past six. I'll check in on them after, preferably with their father in tow.

Beaming, I abandon my bag and the hockey sticks at the door and take off in the direction of the Smith-Harrow apartment. I have my leman to surprise, after all. And I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him the news.

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[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

"Look, I've had just about enough of this conversation."

I'm raising my voice at the Torchwood equivalent of a speaker 'phone, on a conference call with people who should know better. I'm in my study, which is a large alcove adjacent to the bedroom I share with Sarah Jane Smith, lover and mother of my children, bless her. I'm standing in my bare feet, in my silk pajamas - new and blue in a gift from Sarah last Christmas - and a ratty old bathrobe is a bright red tartan - long story for another time - and I was relaxing, until the call.

An annoying male voice says, "Professor Harrow, please be reasonable -"

And that's my cue to do the opposite.

"Get off the 'phone, you stupid git! I'll talk to Winnie, but not to you and I don't care that you're now the one in charge of UNIT, Mr. Fancy Pants."

"That's Dancy-Vance, and Brigadier to you," the male voice asserts.

"Professor?" That's Winifred Bambera, the Brigadier I know. Not the brightest bulb in the box, but I've encountered far worse. "Maybe now isn't a good time for this particular topic." I know she's being diplomatic, but it isn't going to work. Not today.

"Sorry, Winnie dear, there's not going to be a good time for this topic."

"Professor Harrow -"

"Oh, fuck off, Fancy Pants! I won't discuss it, and that's bloody final!"

And that's when I realize I'm not alone.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Fancy pants?"

He's still on the phone and, from what I was able to overhear, on the phone with UNIT. As much as I still hold the organisation dear, in the past ten years, I've come to understand the frustrations Torchwood possesses with the group. The new employees (exceptions being amazing individuals like Martha) are rather inept, push comes to shove.

My hands cover my mouth as I laugh, trying hard not to be much of an interruption. I can tell he's on speaker; he's pacing far too much otherwise. Smiling warmly, I place a hand on his forearm. It's supposed to be a calming action.

"Brigadier?" I interrupt, not waiting for Ewan to reply. "Winnie? I'm afraid Professor Harrow is now otherwise occupied. This... conversation, as it is, will have to continue tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight, to both of you."

Polite but firm. Always the best way to deal with UNIT.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I stop pacing when she places a hand on my forearm. My love, my star.

"What she said," I declare to the room, then, "Computer, disconnect the call."

Then I turn to Sarah and am about to ask what on Earth she's doing here when she wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow morning, but I decide to kiss her instead. It wasn't been the best evening I've had on this planet - until she arrived.

I wrap my arms around her and draw her to me, my lips meeting hers.

Leman, your timing is brilliant.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I hear the familiar click of the computer disconnecting the phone line and smile. Privacy, at last.

The look on his face when he realises that it's me standing here bossing about UNIT HQ is priceless. I can feel the love radiate within the room already. I stand there basking within it and sigh. Oh, how I've missed home these past few days. How I've missed him.

Who knew that I'd ever turn out to be such a homebody?

And I'm quickly reminded of why when he kisses me - gentle yet fiery, a perfect hello after a few days apart. Mentally, I laugh at his statement. I'll have to ask him about this conversation later, but right now there are more important things.

Like wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back. Like my surprise.

Years of practice, darling. I may not have any power, but I do have an amazing sense of intuition. Especially when it comes to you.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

Oh, you have power, Sarah Jane - over me.

I deepen the kiss and swing her down into a dip, holding her securely in my arms as I do so. Reminds me we need to practice our ballroom dancing routine for the next class. The things we do in our 'spare time'...

I pull her upright again and break the kiss, rubbing the tip of my nose gently with hers.

"You've been sneaky," I murmur, grinning. "You're still supposed to be in Cardiff. What, did you do something naughty and Jackie-boy sent you packing?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Even after all these years, his words still make me blush. I laugh again in my mind when he dips me downward. My mouth is far too busy attacking his. It's almost as if we're in a dance - which we very well could be if I wasn't exhausted.

I take a deep breath when he breaks the kiss, feeling flushed already. Definitely pregnant - oh most certainly. A little over three months, exactly ninety-five days and most definitely feeling it. After our noses rub, I rest my forehead against his.

Home.

"Me?" I retort, my voice low. "Do something naughty? As if I ever would. Perhaps I just missed you. Or, perhaps, there's a mystery I needed you to solve."

I've learned how to shield parts of my mind from him by now, blocking certain thoughts with thoughts about mindless things. Like dancing. He'll never be able to guess from invading my thoughts, at any rate.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I look at her in mock astonishment.

"You? Naughty? What was I thinking?" And I kiss her again, because I can, a nice, slow, lingering kiss, letting her come up for air eventually.

"I hope you missed me, because I certainly missed you, and the twins have been beside themselves." I grin. "Of course, that's how they usually sit at the table. Beside one another. Besides themselves. D'you get it?" I sigh. "Well, I thought it was amusing..."

She's thinking about dancing and I ask, "Or do you have a mystery? I could use one of those."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I take a deep breath when he lets me up for air. And he called me naughty. A mouth like his ought to be illegal. I'm thankful it isn't. It's rather hard to live a day without it.

At his joke, or attempt there of, I raise an eyebrow. "Please don't ever consider a career in comedy, love."

I laugh, this time seizing the opportunity to kiss him. There's certainly a reason behind the number of individuals who have mistaken us for married. We are madly in love - still - and we do have our family. But push come to shove, a legal binding couldn't begin to define our relationship.

"It could be a mystery," I continue, slowly beginning to back us out of the alcove. "Would you like it to be a mystery, Ewan? Or would you like me to tell you? Or shall I stay silent on the whole matter?"

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I give her a heavy sigh.

"Doesn't anyone appreciate my sense of humour?"

Then she's kissing me this time, with a passion and joy I've come to recognize as my leman in a very happy mood. When she lets me up for air, she plays coy and backs us out of my study area and into the bedroom proper.

My king-sized, four-poster bed - complete with nice, heavy curtains - had seemed appropriate to the House when I became the head of Torchwood Two all those years ago, and I've never changed it. We're headed in that direction as she gives me options to choose from.

"I didn't know it'd be a multiple-choice question," I say, smirking. "Can I buy a clue?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Oh, this has become fun. I smile when I realise that he's walking us towards the bed now. I ought not to be surprised. It's probably our favourite place to spend time in the apartment, aside from the nursery. The curtains make it reclusive. It makes it our sanctuary.

I shrug in response to his query. My bright smile is now permanent on my face. I'm home again, with my love, and have news that'll make tonight a night in which neither of us will ever forget.

"That depends," I answer slowly, pretending to consider the request. "Have anything to barter with?"

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

She can't seem to stop smiling, and I take that as a good sign. If there's truly a mystery to solve, I doubt it's one involving murder and/or mayhem.

I'm steering us toward the bed, because that's where I want to go. She's back home and I haven't held her in my arms for days and days. I don't feel the cold, so I could care less about my bare feet, but I want to make sure she's nice and warm and comfortable. She traveled a long way by herself...

"I might have something to tempt you," I say, shedding my tattered, tartan robe - story later - and continuing to back her toward the bed in my silk pajamas. Then I pounce, scoop her gently into my arms, and roll us across the bed.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I protest playfully when he scoops me up into his arms. It's an old game by now. He tries to carry me and I fight and fight the entire time. Except those days where I'm far too tired to care. Or those days where I just want to be loved.

"Tempt me with what?" I ask, nipping at his chin and tickling his sides as we roll in to the bed. At some point, I kick off my shoes and kiss his cheek. I snuggle up against him and rest my head against his chest. I've spent too many days in an empty bed.

"It'll have to be good, you know. Because my mystery is very, very good, Ewan darling." I look up at him, letting myself be lost in his beautiful blue-green eyes for a few seconds. "You see, we're not alone in this room right now. I know why. But you, love, will have to figure it out."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

She tickles me - damn, but I hate being ticklish - and I laugh and let her snuggle against me. I've missed her, far too much to be a positive thing for my sanity. When she gazes up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers, I'm lost.

I raise my eyebrows at the clue. "We're not alone? Well, it can't be those UNIT idiots... And the twins are asleep." I look at her with puppy-dog eyes and whisper, "My barter is very good..."

And I lick her throat with the tip of my tongue.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

Ah, but she's a sexy wench.

I slide from the bed and stand in my bare feet. Then I meet her gaze as I undo the buttons of my pajama bottoms and slowly pull them open and down, letting the silk puddle at my feet.

"So, leman, will you kiss me everywhere now?" I sink slowly to my knees, completely naked and needy before her, the beginnings of my arousal clearly evident now that I'm free from the confines of my clothing.

I stare up at her with wide eyes and my arms spread at my sides, lick my lips, and say huskily, "Please?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I watch, almost as if in a trance, as Ewan stands from the bed and rids himself of his pyjama bottoms. It becomes clear that he's becoming quite as aroused as I am from our little game. I take a breath and nod. The breath isn't anywhere as deep as I need it to be. My lips are dry as I look him over.

It's been only a few days since I last saw his naked body, but it feels more like months.

"I will," I whisper as I sink on to my own knees in front of him. I lick my dry lips and nod. "Oh, I will."

And then I begin. I kiss the crown of his head and his brow and his nose and his lips. My mouth begins to work at his neck, kissing and nipping downward. I reach his chest but if I'll to be going any further, he'll need to stand.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

She looks like she wants to gobble me up. Oh, isn't it grand to be so desired?

Sarah kneels in front of me and presses sweet kisses across my face, down my neck. I sigh and moan when she pauses. I suppose she wants me to stand.

Sod that.

I lean backwards and slide down, my back on the carpet, stretching my legs out, smiling at her.

"Better? You're making my legs weak, leman, so I doubt I can stand..."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I grin, a cheeky grin, as I watch him slide on to his back. It's not quite what I had in mind, but it still does the trick. I now have full access to his entire front.

"Absolutely greedy you are," I murmur, bending over him to resume my trail of kisses. I start to move downward from his neck, continuing the same pattern of nips and feather light kisses from before. I stop at his breasts to give each nipple the attention they deserve.

"Completely," I whisper, my tongue then flicking over a nipple, " and absolutely," kiss, "greedy."

And with that, I find his abdomen and work my mouth towards his erection.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so very, very greedy, aye," I say, my hand dragging across the carpet as she kisses and nips at my skin. Has it really only been days since I've seen her? It feels like forever...

When she lingers on my nipples, I make a few pitiful noises and possibly say 'please' and 'fuck' and a few other appreciative words of encouragement. Then she heads south and my breathing becomes shallow as my eyes close.

"Greedy, greedy, greedy..." I say, my voice full of desire.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

He chants like a little boy would, but there's absolutely nothing boyish about him. Not with those words escaping his mouth or that now prominent erection of his.

I smile, kneeling above his legs. For a few seconds, I'm content to just look at him. To listen to his need for me and to see it reflected in his eyes and body. The father of my children, the love of my life. There are so many words that exist to describe him. And I adore every bit of the man he is and has become our last eight years together.

"I really do love you," I say as if the words suddenly mean something new. I have a home now, thanks to him. A proper family, two fascinating careers - everything I could ever wish for. "So much."

And then I place one hand on his penis, holding it in place as I close my mouth around it and begin to suck.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I sigh.

"I love you, too, leman," I whisper, both hands moving feebly across the carpet as I take in the sensations. Then one of her hands takes hold of my penis, her hot mouth takes in the top of it and she starts to suck on me like I'm a lollipop.

I groan and writhe some more, my hands clawing with purpose now.

"Fuck, Sarah..."

I've missed you so much...

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

His reaction is everything I hope for and everything I've missed. I don't ask if he's slept about while I've been gone. I'm not nearly as jealous and possessive as I used to be. Sometimes, his polyamorous nature does still bother me. But since I grew comfortable with our relationship, since I had our children, I've learned to accept it. He loves me. And that won't ever change.

I've missed you, too, I say in my mind. My mouth is quite full at the moment, licking and sucking and tasting every centimetre of his penis. So very, very much. Life isn't the same without you or the wee ones in it. I never, ever want to leave again.

Slowly, I let his erection slip out from my mouth and place another kiss on the tip. Then I resume his request of kissing him all over. I kiss the inside of his thighs and work my way down his leg. Thirty seconds and my lips are teasing his. I rub my folds against his erection.

"I want you," kiss, "to come," kiss, "inside of me."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

Oh, the things she's doing to me right now are heady reminders of why I love physical contact - and why I adore my Sarah Jane's attentions. Then she's abandoned my erection for my legs, right down to my toes, and not long after is kissing my lips again. I'm breathing quite hard and making noises of desire that make me sound wanton - or, perhaps, like a train coming into the station. Not sure. I'm noisy, we'll leave it at that.

My mouth is too busy devouring hers to speak out loud.

The thing about leaving, Sarah, is that you get to come home again... oh, fuck... Please, please... want to be... inside you... oh, going to fuck you so hard, lassie... My hands roam over her frantically. How I've missed my leman. I want to -

- ride her hard or have her ride me, but I don't really fucking care as long as I'm inside her -

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

The noises he's making thrill me. They let me know that I'm definitely doing something right. It's lovely. He's lovely. And I'm certain that my own heavy breathing and moans only add to the chorus.

Your thoughts are slipping, leman, I tease him, still kissing him and rubbing up against him as his hands explore my body. I squirm and groan as his fingers caress me. I want to stay in control. He's making me lose control rather quickly.

I finally sink on top of him, letting him enter my body. My actions are a little more careful than normal; I have the baby to think of now. It's still far more than enough to get me to scream in ecstasy. Missed you, missed you, missed you. Home coming isn't worth the absence I felt without you. Oh, oh fuck... Fuck me, Ewan.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

She heard my thoughts, but like I care. That way, she knows how much I desire her.

Not that she should be confused about the matter by now...

She takes me inside and my hips buck up to fill her as much as I'm able. Oh, so warm and wet. I know there's a wee one in there now, so I won't be taking her for twenty minutes with Round Two in ten, but I can safely have sex with my lover and have neither her not the baby come to any harm.

Doctor Harper told us all about our limitations last time she was pregnant. I think he blanched a bit when we told him, roughly, how often we had sex, but he was a trooper.

Fucking you right now, leman. How's that for service?

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

His hips meet mine and I groan. Even if we can't be nearly as rough and needy as per norm with us, it still all feels absolutely brilliant. Sex with a child on the way means that we have to be calmer and we have to space things more evenly. Be more like a normal couple, I suppose, and not continually fuck each other for all we're worth.

Amazing, I reply, lifting my hips upward before slowly impaling myself on him again. Oh. Absolutely insatiable, he and this feeling are.

Best. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud moan into his mouth. Best service ever. Oh, can't beat service like this.

I kiss him with renew ferocity and tug on his shoulders. His turn to top.