[Dated 12/31 into 01/01]

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"Which way?" he asks, instead of giving her an actual answer. But it's the best idea she's had in ages, and that's really saying something.

It'd be a lie for him to say he's wanted this for some time now; while casually considering sex with your coworkers may as well be a national pastime, this isn't something he ever seriously considered until he was already dead. Until there wasn't really much chance of it at all.

Seems somewhat ridiculous now that he never considered someone that'd been right in front of him for years.

[Continued from here.]

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[did_good]

She knows that she was the unnoticed one at Torchwood. Even Jack looked past her some of the time, her shyness and reliability betraying her. In some ways she's changed, she's not the same woman she was even two years before. Before Mary, Tommy, Adam and even Jack disappearing as he had. That nervousness isn't gone, but it's better managed and she overcome it now at his answer.

Tosh smiles, nodding toward the short hall and a door at one side. "Not far."

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"Right," Owen murmurs, and he's kissing her again, attempting to lead them down that hallway all at the same time. He's pretty practiced when it comes to this, but usually this happens in his own flat, where he's more familiar with the floor-plan. It'll be a bit more of a challenge this go round.

[did_good]

It's easy enough with a few nudges from Tosh, even if they do bump into the door frame, making her laugh into the kiss. It's a breathless thing as she pushes the door open tugging at his shirt as she does. Now that they're here, that it's her bed they're heading towards, she's feeling bolder, more confident.

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She's tugging at his shirt and he's walking her back toward the bed all at the same time, and it's just like he's done one hundred times before, only this time, Owen can't help but feel that it's a bit different. And not just because he's never had sex with Tosh before, but because there's undoubtedly a lot of weight behind it. This is going to end up meaning something, whether the two of them want it to or not.

He breaks their kiss only long enough to help pull his shirt over his head and off, and starts tugging at her clothes as well, determined to not be the only half-clothed person in the room.

[did_good]

She feels the bed against her legs as she pulls off her shirt. Her skin is warm, her face flushed, amd she's relieved she wore a simple but nice lace bra. Tosh pauses, biting at her lip as she looks at him, flattening a hand against his chest and dragging her fingers down his stomach.

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The noise that comes from somewhere near the back of Owen's throat sounds more like a growl than not, and he turns his attention to her jaw and to the crook of her neck. She's warm against him and in his arms, and it's the sort of thing that makes him want to do this a bit more quicker than he otherwise might.

Owen's never been particularly patient.

He splays his hand against the small of her back to keep her from falling over onto the bed before he wants her to, and works on the button of his trousers.

[did_good]

Taking charge of this sort of situation isn't something she's very good at, and that she doesn't have to sinks in as she arches her neck against his mouth. Her fingers curl against his stomach, nails grazing his skin as her hands meet his, having the same idea about getting their clothes off.

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Fortunately, Owen's more than used to taking charge in these situations, and he's out of his trousers and pants easily enough, stepping out of them when they've pooled around his ankles.

Owen leans into her just a bit, his skin warm against hers, and kisses Tosh's collarbone, the swell of her breast, a low and pleased sound escaping his lips. When her hand meets his, he involuntarily holds onto it, instead of just brushing past on the way to her pants.

[did_good]

Tosh squeezes his hand, the touch brief but somehow important. It was sweet perhaps, or thoughtful in the middle of a desire-filled haze. She's leaning toward him and yet wanting to sink back down onto the bed, pressing against his hand as she helps him with her jeans, pushing them down over her hips.

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Owen doesn't even realize he's grabbed her hand until Tosh squeezes it, and pulls it away almost immediately, in favor of helping push her jeans down and off. It's only then that he eases her back and onto the bed, settling on top of her and covering her mouth with his all over again.

[did_good]

She's naked except for her bra, arching into him, the press of his body above hers too tempting. She would have started to apologise likely, that it's been too long for her, but luckily he stops her when he kisses her, cutting off any attempt before it could be made. Tosh is grateful, and then that thought vanished too, the curve of his ass beneath her hands and the heat of his body all the distraction she needs.

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He hasn't forgotten she's still partially clothed, though now he wishes he'd done this last bit sooner, before getting her bra off required reaching awkwardly underneath her to undo the clasp. Not that he's particularly discouraged by it, but he's usually a lot better about this.

Still, Owen's reaching underneath her to do so, trying to keep himself from rocking against her prematurely while he kisses her neck. Skin on skin against skin like this, it's amazing, and it's almost too much at once.

[did_good]

It is amazing, and as she shifts to help him with her bra he can't help but feel him against her. There's a lot to be said for foreplay and making things last, but there's also the fact that she's wanted him for a very long time and is sick of being patient.

"Owen," she hisses his name, dragging her fingers, her nails over the small of his back. She's tired of waiting and she's sure that he has to hear that.

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Owen sucks in air through his teeth at the contact and it comes out as more of a sigh than he'd like as he undoes the clasp at her back. He's good at this bit, he's good at making it all last, but he'd confess that it's becoming a bit difficult with the two of them are almost completely skin on skin.

Completely, after he lifts up only slightly, and finally removes her bra.

'Not bad, Sato,' he wants to say, but his brain isn't working in complete sentences at the moment.

[did_good]

Tosh laughs, only it's a huffof breath, half a moan, the words all mixed up with her inability to really speak at the moment. She shifts beneath him, her fingers teacing along his sides, moving a hand between them. What she wants is to kiss him again, to have his mouth on hers to stop her from making these sounds she has no control over. Tosh ducks her head, catching his mouth as her fingers wrap about him.

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There's a low sort of groan that rumbles in his chest at that, deepening their kiss. But as good as it is, he can't help but think that this can't go on much longer. With her hand around him, he almost can't think straight.

"Hang on," he finally manages, his voice low, and slides off of her just for a moment, to grab a condom from his wallet.

[did_good]

Tosh doesn't think that at first, looking up in surprise before it hits her. Still, it's a great view, she thinks, propped up on one elbow. "I think I was hanging on, and you stopped that."

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"Cheeky," Owen says, more amused that he suspected he'd be.

It only takes him a moment to find one and roll it on, before he settles back on top, kissing her once before he does anything else.

"Now what was that about hanging on?"

[did_good]

"I think I can manage," she whispers, hooking a leg behind him. Her skin is buzzing and she's sure the shivers aren't because she's cold but from anticipation.

Tosh moves a hand between them again, guiding him toward her. "Unless you don't think I can."

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"...think you've got it," Owen replies, and even the slightly dulled feeling of her hand through latex is enough to give him pause, enough to make him realize that he doesn't want to wait any longer for this.

He lets her guide his hand a moment before he finds himself impatient and takes over, shifting his hips to slide into her.

[did_good]

That first press causes Tosh to gasp. It's a good thing, her body unused to the pressure but still sending an enjoyable shock through her. She finds the small of his back with her hands, the curve of his ass.

Why didn't they do this earlier, she thinks as she starts to move when he does.

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He'd think much the same thing, except Owen knows why they haven't done this before now. Until he died, he hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't really known there was much to pay attention to. But as he moves against Tosh, he's beginning to think that he should regret all that.

Owen's not about to admit any of that aloud, though, especially not now. Especially not when he's wrapped up in the smell and feel of her, trying to remember how to think clearly.

[did_good]

Clear thinking isn't something she's doing much of either. Tosh is too caught up in the feel of his body, the pressure inside of her that builds with each stroke. Her fingers dig into his skin as she urges him on, biting at her lips to try and stop the small sounds that are escaping.

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Owen thinks that he quite likes those sounds she's trying to hide though, and he tries for something a bit deeper and more deliberate, hoping that he can get her to lose herself in this. Of course, it has the chance of backfiring; he's barely holding on himself.

He calls out her name, low and quiet, barely more than just a breath.

[did_good]

Control is meant to be lost, sometimes, no matter how much she may try to cling to it. The way he moves, the sound of him saying her name so low, it teases her, her ability to hold back lost. She's sure at some point she says his name as she presses up to meet his thrust. She's sure she cries out, overwhelmed by sensation and giving into it.