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

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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, 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.

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"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.

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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.

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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...

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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."

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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 -

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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.

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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?

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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.

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Glad you like it, leman...

Raising herself slowly like that, then dropping down on me again is a beautiful demonstration of gravity doing some of its finest work.

I'm just saying.

Then she's kissing me and moaning and -

Time to play everyone's favourite game: Roll the Roshkind...

I go willingly and smoothly, staying inside her. Once she's on her back, I take hold of her ankles with both hands, pull her legs upright to rest against my chest, and delicately pound into her.

I'm such a bastard. Ah, me...

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By now, we've absolutely perfected the roll. It's absolutely seamless; not a single beat is missed. He remains perfectly nestled inside of me. Having sex while pregnant always amazes me; two lives within me at once. Our son will be there for months yet, his father only for seconds.

He pulls my legs up against him. My eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as he begins to pound. The rug is rough against my bare back, such the contrast to the warm body enveloping me. He continues to thrust in to me and I'm at a loss of words. I moan and scream happily loud before reaching up to kiss him.

My last pregnancy resulted in a heightened sensitivity and a heightened sex drive. The last few weeks have seemed to indicate much the same. I look forward to it. I savour the way it makes me feel - he makes me feel - right now.

"Ewan!" I let slip a couple of Roshkind swears he had taught me years ago. "Fuck, oh, love. Ewan."

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She looks so lovely, lying before me, moaning and screaming. So beautiful.

Her legs slide down to hook the knees at my elbows. My hands slide from her hips to her back and I lean down to her. Makes it easier to kiss this way.

Sarah screams my name and a few choice words, bless her. It's almost like being back on the home world. You heard words like that a lot around the royal apartments.

When the kiss, breaks, I murmur against her lips, "Oh, so open and fuckable, just for me," then my tongue busies itself with her mouth. I send the feeling of my hands trailing all over her body, just to heighten the moment.

I love you, my wee pregger-woman.

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Just for you, I remind him as his tongue attacks mine. As modern and independent as I am, Ewan knows as well as I do that I've given my heart, body, and soul entirely to him. In effect, he owns a part of me. And I like to think that I own a part of him. Always for you. Entirely for you.

The feel of his hands exploring my body becomes just about enough to send me over the edge. His declaration of love is. I dig my nails into his skin and my hips buck upward of their own accord. I start to squirm and spasm. My inner walls clench around him.

I swear again in Roshkind, my words muffled by his mouth. It's a beautiful language, I've decided, and one that I've been happy to learn.

My mate, I think. And repeat the sentiment in his language, complete with an 'I love you,' too.

Then it just wordless screams as I come, lost in pleasure and in him.

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Just for you... Always for you... Entirely for you...

Her nails, hips, squirming body -

I continue to kiss her, my lover, mother of my children and pregnant once more, in spite of the odds. She swears in my native language against my lips as she starts to come. I can feel the burn, pressing at the back of my head as the roar builds.

My mate...

I never thought I'd have a 'mate', not ever, not even for the short while I'll have my Sarah. I've been blessed, and then twice again with the twins, thanks to science, persistence and Doctor Owen Harper.

And for some strange reason, she loves me, and is willing to go through all this again.

The roar is here and I throw my head back and let it out at the same time as Sarah screams. The spasms and the burn flood through us both, and I am briefly one with my leman.

My Chuol-se.

I love you, Sarah Jane.

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"I love you, Ewan," I whisper, my voice hoarse after screaming. For a few moments after orgasm, I remain quiet. My heart beats loud and my breath is ragged. But I need to make sure we didn't wake the twins up. Have to make sure.

All is quiet in the apartment, though, and I'd like to believe the twins are fast asleep. Once he slips out, once we catch our breaths and become rooted in reality again, I'll find my own robe and we'll go and visit them. My babies. Oh, only a few days and I've missed them terribly.

"Homecomings are absolutely amazing," I continue a moment later, feet sliding down his sides as my head takes up a resting position on his shoulder. "But I'm still not convinced it was worth the time apart from my family."

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I pant down at her, my skin crackling faintly. That wasn't an all-out, hard-fuck session, so the power didn't make it's presence known very much. We usually can't make love without bonding on some level, though. Sometimes a quickie isn't enough, but then, it's called a 'quickie' for a reason.

"I love you, Sarah."

I pause and listen as well, for the same reasons. I hope the twins are still asleep. They didn't think 'Mummy' was coming home until tomorrow, so they aren't expecting her. Her presence will be a surprise at breakfast.

"Homecomings mean you have to leave first, though," I point out, smiling slightly. "And that's always tricky." She slides her legs down and stretches. I should pull out and grab a robe and go peek at the wee ones.

"I'll make pancakes for breakfast," I state.

Oh, I can think of food at any time, day or night.

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"Beyond tricky," I emphasize. And then my voice turns mocking. "If I were any weaker a woman, I would have cried the whole trip down to Cardiff. And the entire time I was there."

I laugh and lift my head enough to kiss the crook of his head. That bit of love making wasn't as strong as it usually is. And it'll be a while - a good eight months or longer - until we return to that point. But it was enough to make me feel connected with him again. A renewal of sorts.

"But instead, you have to settle with me. Your stubborn, brash, and bold Chuol-se who absolutely demands you make those chocolate chip pancakes. With a side of sausage. And possibly even bacon as well."

I smile up at him. I am eating for two again, after all.

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"You're one of the strongest people I know," I tell her softly, my face serious. And she is. Being a journalist and dealing with some stupid git who couldn't accept her as she was, then traveling through time and space, dropped off in Cardiff in the wrong time, and now here in Scotland, hanging out with a bloody alien and bearing his spawn.

"My Chuol-se," I echo, place my hand on her stomach and kiss her as I pull out. Didn't want to do that, but it was necessary.

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I flush a little at his compliment. I know he means it. I believe it too. I've lived quite the life, much more extraordinary than most people could ever claim to live. And never once for a moment have I regretted calling it off with Andrew. Not after meeting the Doctor, or working with Torchwood, or falling for Ewan.

It hasn't been easy. But it's certainly worth it.

"And you're mine," I tell him quietly, kissing his lips again gently after he's pulled out. "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else but you."

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I grin.

"Aren't we the Mutual Appreciation Society?" I tease. "We're both so much in love, we can't see straight. Grand, isn't it?" I kiss her again, because I can, and roll onto my back, my hand finding one of hers.

"And now, we find our robes and check on the the little Entlings." Tolkien's world made quite the impression on me when I first read the stories, so long ago now. Entlings... I can see my tattered tartan robe when I turn my head a certain way. "I suppose your robe is hanging neatly somewhere..."

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"Hopefully where I left it," I say as I squeeze his hand. "Unless you've moved it about. Which I hope not, because I'm far too sleepy to bother with pyjamas and I want to spend the rest of the night naked and in your arms."

I pause for a moment as I really take the time to process his words. We are both so much in love that we can't see straight. It's been like that for ten years now. I look forward to ten more years. And ten more after that.

"But first, I do want to see my babies. I've missed them far too much. Is it like that far all mums?"

I roll on my side and lean on my head to look at him. Sometimes, oh most of the time, I worry that I'm doing something wrong in this mothering thing. I never did have a role model, after all.

"To adore their children like this?"

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"Well, I haven't touched it," I state firmly. "Which means that your robe is hanging in your section of the closet." I turn my head to look at her when she rolls onto her side.

"As for all mums adoring their children?" I press my lips together in thought, my eyes focusing on the memories I have of my mother and the other women with children at the estate. "I... I don't know. Maybe. It should be that way, but that might just be how I feel about it."

"You could rule the Empire someday. You should behave in a manner more appropriate to your station."

"I'm going to the academy, mother, and I'm so far down the line, the home world would have to explode for me to be on the throne."

"I forbid it."

"You can't stop me. I have more power than even you. Didn't expect that with your breeding program, did you?"

"But the Empire, Uan -"

"Mother, you can take your Empire, and shove it up your -"

"We should go see the twins," I say brightly, and roll to my knees, standing swiftly and reaching for my tattered robe.

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He drifts away from me for a moment, lost in his memories. I'm certain he's remembering his mother right about now. A part of me always wants to remind him that he's lucky that he got to know his parents. I would give anything to remember mine. But I never have. I've never found it to be my place.

"Well, I certainly adore mine," I answer as I reach for his hand to help myself up. I smile at him and kiss his lips quickly. "We should. I've missed them every bit as much as I've missed you."

I quickly flash another grin his direction before turning towards the closet. My robe ought to be in there, along with a number of outfits (maternity clothing included) that I thought I'd never bother with again. The cashmere feels lovely against my bare skin, stickiness aside.

"Ready to go, darling?"

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She gives me a quick kiss and crosses the room to rummage through the closet for her robe. I tug mine on and tie the belt snugly at my waist.

"Of course you adore your children," I say, continuing to smile. "You're Sarah Jane. It couldn't possibly be any other way." I hold out my hand to her. "Ready, leman."

I lead her from our suite and down the hall, with it's dim lighting along the bottom of the walls so we don't trip on anything should we need to bolt to their rooms in the dark. Not that I'd have a problem, really, but anyone else...

Very quietly, I turn the handle and push open the door to the room shared by our twins. Someday soon, they'll probably want rooms of their own, but for now...

I look down at Sarah. "They're deep in sleep," I whisper. "Go ahead..."

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I suddenly feel apprehensive. Since they were born, I've only been away from home a handful of times. And never for this long. I hope they're not angry with me for leaving. My little miracles.

I give Ewan's hand a squeeze before walking over. Their beds are right next to each other, spaced apart by a night stand. For a few seconds, I simply stand in between the two at the foot, content on watching them slumber.

Then, I turn to one: Luke. There are tears in my eyes as I stroke his dark bangs out of his eyes. He looks like a little angel right now. I almost can't believe he's mine. I bend down to give him a kiss and take a breath. "I've missed you, Luke. So very much."

It's Nessa's turn now. But before I have a chance to say anything, or even to give her a kiss, a small voice interrupts the silence. In the dark, I see a silhouetted figure sitting in her bed. She rubs sleepily at her eyes. "Mummy?"

The tears fall as I sit on her bed and hug her. "Yes. Mummy's home now."