[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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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

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."

[exiled-prof.livejournal.com]

[[ OOC: Alamand left. ;) ]]