[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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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."

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I watch Sarah as she gazes upon our children and feel a tightness in my chest. So much to be grateful for, so much that's it's overwhelming sometimes.

I sense Nessa has stirred before she speaks, but there isn't time to say or do anything about it. No matter. I cross to stand behind Sarah and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Mummy's home, and we're having chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, with sausage and bacon," I whisper to her. "Just don't tell your brother so he can be surprised. Secret, alright?" Nessa likes secrets, so I hope she'll go along with this one.

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I watch Nessa's smile brighten at Ewan's mention of a secret. Oh, the little brat she can be. I wouldn't want her any other way.

My arms stay wrapped around her small body as I bend my head to kiss the crown of her head. I've missed her. I've missed Luke. I've missed Ewan. I never, ever want to leave my family again right about now.

A couple of tears fall from my eyes and splash in her hair. Even without them, I know the moment her nose wrinkles that she's picked up on my overpowering happiness. She squirms out of my embrace to reach a hand out and tug on the sleeve of Ewan's robe.

"Why's Mummy crying?"

"I'm just very happy to see you again, Nessie-love. Very."

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I ache with Sarah when she holds our little girl and cries.

"Mummy missed you very much," I say, stroking her hair and smoothing her aura. A dirty trick, perhaps, but a father's privilege. "And now, you should get some sleep and remember: don't tell your brother. Surprise, right?"

My other hand is still on Sarah's shoulder and I move it to rub her back reassuringly. I look forward to returning to our rooms and to falling asleep while holding her.

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"Surprise," Nessa murmurs sleepily. Ewan's trick with the aura and hair stroking worked. It always does. "Won't tell, Daddy."

I kiss her head once more and tuck her back into bed. We whisper good nights and I stand from the bed. I sigh slightly as he rubs my back and then turn to collapse my face against his chest. The steady breathing of the twins are the only sounds in the room aside from the beating of his heart.

I love you. I love this, Ewan.

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And off to sleep she goes, my wee girl.

I hold Sarah close to me and listen to her heart beating.

I love you, Sarah Jane Smith. I love our wee ones, so much...

Never thought I'd be a father. Family is very important and highly desired where I come from. Wasn't possible for me, isolated from my race - until there was Sarah, stubborn woman, who persisted with the medical field - and Doctor Harper, in particular - to find a way to make it possible.

I can never thank her enough for that. Or Doctor Harper.

Maybe I'll name a child after him or something...

I think it's bedtime for sleepy Sarah...

And I steer us slowly toward the door.

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"It's only ten o-" And my words are interrupted by a sleepy yawn. I giggle and stop by the door, tilting my head to rest against his chest.

"Carry me?"

It's a quick trip down the hall. I'm physically capable of making it. But I would like nothing more than to be in his arms already. I miss being in his arms so, so much.

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"Aye, you're bright as the early bird," I comment dryly, watching her yawn. At her request, I smile and reply, "Of course, leman."

And I lift her effortlessly into my arms and enter the hall, TKing the door shut behind us. I'm very far from my home system and the Empire - thank the Fates - and have no clue how long I'll live, given the givens. But it should be for a good time yet, and I'll remain just as strong as I always have for that, too.

Sarah is so light in my arms.

I TK the door to our rooms open in plenty of time, opening both sides so it's nice and comfortably wide for us to pass through. They're double doors, all part of the Torchwood look.

Royal apartments, indeed.

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I chuckle when he lifts me up and nuzzle my nose in the crook of his neck. Eyes closed, I inhale deeply. Sweat and me and that distinct smell of him invade my senses. I've missed it. Oh, I've just about missed everything tonight, haven't I?

"Show off," I murmur as he uses his power to open and close all the doors. And then, on a more serious note, "I feel like a queen living in this house sometimes. That's never changed."

I'm not married to royalty, but I've certainly committed myself to a prince. And bore his children. I wonder if that would make me the royal mistress. The thought makes me laugh.