[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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I grin. "I am as horrible as she is, but I'm better at it, the witch. Anyway, the wee ones aren't present and I'm in bed with my lover and she's heard these words from me before."

Satisfied with that, I kiss the tip of her nose and cuddle her.

"Oh, but I suppose I should be sympathetic, shouldn't I, Sarah? Her husband is a moron, her son is bloody apathetic and quite happy to do bugger all, and her daughter needs a leash or she'll be in more trouble than she is already." I snort. "Caught her trying to look up my kilt during the pub's anniversary night."

Oh. I hadn't meant to ever tell her that part. Not that it's a big deal, but she didn't need to know. Ah, me. Never mind. She's sounding more like herself again, so all's well.

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My eyes widen at that last part and I quickly whirl about in the bed so that I'm straddling him. My hands are on either side of his face and my knees spread so my lower body pins his hips into place. I stare down at him, absolutely incredulous.

"You never told me that!"

I'm probably about as angry as any married woman would be if given the same news. Might as well be. Even if we aren't married, Ewan knows how possessive I am.

"Oh, that whorish cow! Next time I see her, I have half a mind to punch her right in that bloody eye. Sneaking a peek? Oh! The very fucking nerve!"

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I'm on my back then, pinned by her hands and her hips, and her expression is one of astonishment - crossed with rage, I'd say. Oh, she moves fast, does Sarah Jane.

"I didn't tell you, because I didn't think it was important," I reply, still a bit startled by the sudden development of my current position. "Young Melissa Ackart is only twenty-three, Sarah," I continue. "She's looking for trouble, but she's probably looking everywhere for trouble. I'm sure she tried to look up everyone's kilt that night. Oh, and Sarah? Such language. The children might hear you. And you know Nessie and Luke are soaking every little tad of information like a sponge right now - whether spoken or thought."

I'm such a little shite.

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"Hmmph," I snort, frowning down at him. She's twenty three and beautiful. He forgot to mention that bit. I scowl, shaking my head. "Still!"

But there's only so long I can remain above him before I need to steal a kiss. My eyes close and I tenderly caress his lips with my own, sighing. Once that's done, though, it's right back to the matter at hand.

"It doesn't change the fact that she tried - knowing full well that you're a father with a very possessive lover."

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She kisses me, bless her, then pushes herself up again to continue telling me what she thinks of it all. I smile at her.

"Sarah, she was probably a little intoxicated... and I do have nice legs, so she probably couldn't help herself. And it came to nothing, because I caught her at it, so there was no point in mentioning it, was there, now?"

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"I don't like sharing you," I grumble as I lean in for another kiss. "Especially with cows like Melissa."

Because he does have nice legs. Lovely legs, in fact. And a gorgeous arse and a wicked tongue and oh... Sometimes I wonder if I'm more in love with his body than I am with his mind. I know it's not true, though.

I love him for every inch of his soul. For the friend and lover I've found in him, for the mentor he is to the others in the house, for the father he is to the twins.

And I kiss him again. Perhaps he's had enough of a rant from me.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to share me with Melissa," I say. "I haven't done anything with Melissa, and never will."

She's kissing me again, so maybe that's the end of that topic, which is just as well. Distracting her from the ramifications of being pregnant again is one thing. Mentioning the Ackart girl did the job, but it wasn't something I'd intended. I remind myself not to tell her that Melissa has tried to do that on other occasions and let it go.

I break the kiss and ask, "So, how tired are you from your journey, leman? Do you like me in my blue silk jammies or would you like me better out of them?"

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I sigh when he breaks the kiss, not at all happy for the pause in our actions. I'd like to think I've made my answer clear with the pinning and the kissing. Clearly, he needs me to be absolutely blunt tonight.

"Out," I say quickly. "I'm taking full advantage of every spare moment we have to shag you senseless. It'll be all too soon when I won't be able to again."

I kiss him again, as passionately and happily as all our other kisses tonight.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

Ah, passionate kisses...

"You're wearing too many clothes," I say against her lips, and I start to work on the buttons of her blouse, my tongue attempting to keep her occupied.

- Want to be shagged senseless by you, oh, aye, please. It's been days and days... so need a shag -

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

As brilliant as it had been visiting old friends in Cardiff, this homecoming may be even more so. I've missed him. Oh, I've missed him. I've missed the way his thoughts invade my head and his tongue invades my mouth and how deftly his fingers undo the buttons of my blouse.

Oh, careful! It may sound as if you're begging, leman.

I've missed teasing him.

My hands slip inside his pyjama top. If they weren't still so new, I'd try my best ripping them open. He's cost me quite the fortune in clothing over the years, after all. But instead I'm patient. And very curious.

Oh, are you begging?

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

There's a reason I sound like I'm begging, Sarah Jane. I am begging. Please, please, please...

Her hands slide inside the top of my pajamas as I deftly unbutton her blouse and try to pull it down her arms while we continue to kiss. I get the sleeves off, of course, because she's got her hands inside the top of my pajamas and -

Sarah. Top. Off. Now. Please.

Impatient? Who, me? At least I'm polite about it. I want to feel her skin against mine, now. I want to be inside her, immediately if not sooner. Oh, why do I crave her so much? Time hasn't dampened that at all, at all...

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He's gone from begging to ordering me about. I laugh again, pulling away for the quickest of moments to slip out of the blouse. While I'm at it, I remove my bra. I smile down at him. Years together have removed the last bits of my any self-conscious thoughts I may have had towards my body.

"How much do you want it," I whisper as I slowly graze my breasts against his chest. The feel of silk against me makes me shiver. "Tell me, leman. Just how much are you willing to beg."

Oh, I'm being absolutely evil taunting him like this. And yet, I'm having so much fun.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

The blouse is gone and the bra goes, too, and my lovely Sarah straddles me topless and saucily asks me how much I want it, her nipples brushing tantalizingly against the silk and buttons of my jammies.

And she wants me to beg...

"I want you very much," I reply, my voice husky and my eyes bright. "Please, let me touch you, let me come inside you, oh..." My gaze becomes heated, eyes wide, intense and vulnerable at the same time. "Please... won't you let me fuck you 'til you scream, Sarah Jane?"

Is that begging? Meh. It'll do, I hope.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it is what I'd entirely consider begging, but it suffices. Because I can see the need in his eyes. And the very idea of him fucking me until I scream...

"Yes," I state firmly, licking his chin and laughing. I steal a kiss from the corner of his mouth and smile. "Oh... that'll certainly... Now, I believe, you're the one wearing too much clothing, love."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I smirk.

"You're still in your trousers, Sarah," I point out. "So, I can even the score." I continue to lie on my back, unbutton the top of my pajamas and pull it open, my arms still in the sleeves. "Better?" She's so lovely, sitting on me like this, telling me to beg.

Fuck, but you're one hot mother, my Sarah Jane.

"If I beg you to touch me, would you? Please?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

It's not entirely better. His arms are still covered in sleeves. It is a start though. I bend downward to lead a trail of kisses from one breast to his chin. When his thought invades my head, the kiss on his neck becomes a bite.

I'm rather pleased to know that, even at age thirty four and expecting my third child, I'm still what he'd consider hot.

When I reach his chin, I pull away and straighten into a sitting position. A stare at him a moment later, tilting my head to consider his request. Then, I stand from the bed and begin to slowly undo my trousers. My eyes never leave his the entire time.

"And just where would you like me to touch you, Ewan?"

He's rubbed off on me, all these years. I can be just as much of a bastard as him.

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

I gasp when she bites my neck, but she evades my arms when they come up to catch her. I'm not really trying, anyway. I'm having too much fun.

I watch as she stands, my eyes fixed on hers, as she slowly undoes her trousers. I lick my lips.

"Everywhere, you little minx," I reply huskily, stretching my arms behind me so that their loosely over my head. A few muscles flex languidly when I do that. I smile at her.

Bastard? Maybe...

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

My breath catches in my throat when he answers my question, flexing those beautiful muscles of his and smiling. For a few seconds, I break gaze to study the rest of him - admire, really.

He's gorgeous. How'd I ever get so lucky?

Then I push myself back to being in control. I won't let him win this round. Oh, not at all. I smile and nod, letting my trousers fall to the floor as I place a finger by my lips and pretend to think his response over again.

"I'm afraid you're still far too clothed for me to do that," I answer after a couple of seconds. "You'll have to do something about that if you really want me to touch you everywhere."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

She looks at me hungrily, bless her, and then lets her trousers drop while apparently considering my suggestion.

Oh, she's been learning a lot from me, but some things are purely Sarah.

At her need for me to be in less clothing, I sit up and shrug my top off my shoulders. It slides down my arms, silky thing that it is, and I toss it toward one of the comfy chairs we have in the room.

I leer at her and she stands there, looking tasty, in just her knickers.

"Better, leman?"

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"No."

It's difficult to resist, what given that look he's currently giving me and that bare chest of his. But when I said he was too clothed, I meant it. After all, I am standing here in just my knickers (if that's what you want to call the flimsy fabric I'm wearing) and he still has the bottoms on.

I shake my head. "Now, if you'd like, I could just touch you torso and up. But I have a feeling you want more than that, leman. So you'll have to keep on working up to that point."

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[[ OOC: Alamand left. ;) ]]