Something in the Water
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Category:
S through Z › Torchwood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,871
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Torchwood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Something in the Water
There was something in the water. That must be it. Gwen peered into her glass again, not sure what she was looking for. Something had to account for the way the room was spinning. But no, it was clear. It was fine.
She took a sip and pulled a face. It burned down her throat like Toren leach slime. It took her a moment to realize that it was Vodka. She knocked it back, and wondered who’d she’d have to sleep with to get another. It was difficult to focus, but she managed to spot Owen lounging in his workspace, slugging directly from the bottle. That made sense.
She hauled herself to her feet, discovered her left leg was at odds about its place in space/time with the right and promptly fell over. Tosh giggled and slid down from the couch to join her on the floor. She handed Gwen a fresh glass, this time filled with something pink, sweet and sticky. It smelt of distant rain, and campfires and something she couldn’t quite place. A wisp of steam twirled its way towards the far-away ceiling.
“Andromedan Liquor,” said Tosh. “A whole crate fell through the rift a few weeks ago. I thought it was time we gave it a try.”
“Is it safe? I’m not going to mutate into some sort of weird alien zombie love-child or something, am I?”
Tosh spluttered, spraying her drink over irreplaceable high tech equipment and alien artifacts. Jack appeared; no longer busy with whatever is was he’d been doing in the basement. With a drink in hand he settled in beside them.
“Don’t worry”, said Jack. He swayed slightly. “I’ve tested it, five drinks and I’m hardly effected.”
“Yeah, but nothing kills you.” She took a sip anyway. Pure pleasure drifted over her tongue, permeating her senses. She wanted it to last forever but could already feel it dissolving with her breath. “My god, it tastes like…like…”
“Each of us seems to get something different,” said Jack. He sipped his drink again and sighed. “Fresh strawberries, strait from the garden. They taste like sunlight.”
“Mine tastes of pineapple,” confirmed Tosh. “When I was little I used to imagine that’s what ambrosia tasted like. What about you, Owen?”
Gwen noticed that Owen had a partly drunk glass of the pink liquid on his desk. He took another swig of vodka, as if trying to remove a bad taste, and scowled.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Gwen stifled a laugh and stretched out a bit, settling her self a bit closer to Jack and his warm looking coat. Why was it suddenly cold? Jack grinned and pulled her in closer.
“And what about you Gwen? What does it taste like?”
She couldn’t really describe it, not to her workmates. She struggled to find the words. It was sex. The high just before climax, the feeling that you know that in less than a second you’ll come hard in an unstoppable wave of pleasure. And it was the afterglow, and the foreplay and the first kiss. Soft as spider silk, as strong as moonlight.
“Mint,” said Gwen “It tastes of mint.”
Tosh refilled her glass. Owen took another swig of vodka. She snuggled into the warmth that was Jack and closed her eyes.
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She took a sip and pulled a face. It burned down her throat like Toren leach slime. It took her a moment to realize that it was Vodka. She knocked it back, and wondered who’d she’d have to sleep with to get another. It was difficult to focus, but she managed to spot Owen lounging in his workspace, slugging directly from the bottle. That made sense.
She hauled herself to her feet, discovered her left leg was at odds about its place in space/time with the right and promptly fell over. Tosh giggled and slid down from the couch to join her on the floor. She handed Gwen a fresh glass, this time filled with something pink, sweet and sticky. It smelt of distant rain, and campfires and something she couldn’t quite place. A wisp of steam twirled its way towards the far-away ceiling.
“Andromedan Liquor,” said Tosh. “A whole crate fell through the rift a few weeks ago. I thought it was time we gave it a try.”
“Is it safe? I’m not going to mutate into some sort of weird alien zombie love-child or something, am I?”
Tosh spluttered, spraying her drink over irreplaceable high tech equipment and alien artifacts. Jack appeared; no longer busy with whatever is was he’d been doing in the basement. With a drink in hand he settled in beside them.
“Don’t worry”, said Jack. He swayed slightly. “I’ve tested it, five drinks and I’m hardly effected.”
“Yeah, but nothing kills you.” She took a sip anyway. Pure pleasure drifted over her tongue, permeating her senses. She wanted it to last forever but could already feel it dissolving with her breath. “My god, it tastes like…like…”
“Each of us seems to get something different,” said Jack. He sipped his drink again and sighed. “Fresh strawberries, strait from the garden. They taste like sunlight.”
“Mine tastes of pineapple,” confirmed Tosh. “When I was little I used to imagine that’s what ambrosia tasted like. What about you, Owen?”
Gwen noticed that Owen had a partly drunk glass of the pink liquid on his desk. He took another swig of vodka, as if trying to remove a bad taste, and scowled.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Gwen stifled a laugh and stretched out a bit, settling her self a bit closer to Jack and his warm looking coat. Why was it suddenly cold? Jack grinned and pulled her in closer.
“And what about you Gwen? What does it taste like?”
She couldn’t really describe it, not to her workmates. She struggled to find the words. It was sex. The high just before climax, the feeling that you know that in less than a second you’ll come hard in an unstoppable wave of pleasure. And it was the afterglow, and the foreplay and the first kiss. Soft as spider silk, as strong as moonlight.
“Mint,” said Gwen “It tastes of mint.”
Tosh refilled her glass. Owen took another swig of vodka. She snuggled into the warmth that was Jack and closed her eyes.
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