[Dated 12/31 into 01/01]

[beat_death]

"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]

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.

[beat_death]

"Come on," he urges, breath ragged as he moves against her, slow and forceful strokes. He's good at this, and if he can help it, she'll come before he does. Whatever this is, it's different than just chatting up some bint in a pub and bringing her home, and it's going to actually count for something.

He cups one of her breasts, running a thumb over the nipple, interested to see what kind of reaction it'll get.

[did_good]

Her reaction is extreme, shuddering as that last vestige of control is shredded. Tosh calls out his name as it rushes through her, her nails digging into his skin as she clings to him. Tosh doesn't want this to end, this feeling of him inside of her and here with her. But she almost forgets that in this moment, content and complete.

[beat_death]

He sucks in a breath through his teeth as Tosh's nails dig into his back, but it's a good bit of pain. So good that he loses himself as well, after pushing into her a few final times. It leaves him breathing hard against her skin as he tries to pull himself together, and he presses a kiss to her bare shoulder.

[did_good]

She shudders, suddenly cold from the sweat slicking her skin. It's an amazing feeling, made better by it being Owen there with her.

"Owen," she nearly whispers it, shifting so she can pull him in for a kiss.

[beat_death]

He kisses her back, briefly, before rolling over to lie next to her on the bed, exposing them both to the cooler air of the room. As much as he hates it, he moment's already beginning to fall away, and with that comes the memory that he's got something to tell her that he'd rather not say.

[did_good]

Tosh stares up at the ceiling, wondering if she should pinch herself to test if this is real. That would be taking it too far, she thinks, clearing her throat when the words don’t quite come the first time. “That’s one way to start off a new year.”

[beat_death]

"Yeah," he says, still a bit breathless, and when he frowns, it's not because of what they've done. Maybe he's not sure where this leaves them, but he doesn't regret this a bit.

It's not as if she won't find out eventually; the moment he's not spending every waking hour on it, she'll know something's happened. He takes a breath and he shuts his eyes.

"Tosh, earlier... I think I worked out the Reset. I've finally worked it out."

[did_good]

That pulls her out of her reverie, propping herself up on one shoulder to look at him seriously. Her stomach is in bunches again, and this has nothing to do with sex at all. "You- You did? As in ready to test it worked out?"

[beat_death]

"So far as I can tell," Owen replies, because he's been running tests for weeks, tweaking formulas and then tweaking them all over again. He's been through three sets of mice and the ones he has now are finally responding the way they should.

"It's done, it's ready to go."

He doesn't sound particularly happy about it.

[did_good]

"Then we should figure out when to try it." She's into work mode now the fact that she's naked beside the man she's wanted for years very nearly forgotten. "That's amazing Owen."

[beat_death]

Of course she'd want to get right on it. That's Tosh. And under different circumstances, it'd be him as well.

"We're going to find someone else to test it on," he decides.

[did_good]

"Owen," she says, annoyance starting to build. They've had this conversation and they've decided it already. She's the only person that's ethical or logical. "We can't do that."

[beat_death]

"It wouldn't be the worst thing we've ever done," Owen reasons, because she can't really argue about that. And as confident as he is in his tests, he'd rather the first guinea pig be some random Darrow resident instead of her.

[did_good]

"Which isn't an excuse, and it's no reason to do it here. This isn't Cardiff." Never mind that it's wrong, and she knows she should have spoken up about some of the things that Jack did before instead of burying her head in the sand. There's enough guilt she carries around over that already. "Besides, these Darrow people, how do we know what will work on them and what won't? They're not good subjects, not for this trial."

[beat_death]

"Then someone not from here," he says, and knows he's reaching. Tosh didn't budge on this the last time, and there's nothing to suggest that she will now.

"Someone we know showed up on the train."

[did_good]

"Someone we know? Who?" If it was anyone from Torchwood he would have told her, she was sure of that. "Who was it?"

[beat_death]

"Okay, someone I know," he says, and he's bullshitting. He knows he's bullshitting. He hasn't got anyone in mind for this, doesn't think that he could find someone for this.

"Someone from the island I was on."

[did_good]

"No." It's enough, she thinks that she's offered and that she believes in him, and the work that he's done. Tosh sits, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms about them. "No, we decided."

[beat_death]

"You decided," Owen says, and he sits up as well. As he looks at her, Owen idly thinks that Tosh has got great tits and it's ridiculous they're sitting here discussing this right now, but the thought is quickly pushed away.

"I don't have to like it."

[did_good]

"You don't. But you do have to accept it. We can't just pick some other person." She tilts her head to look at him, her eyes wide and sad. To think they finally have sex only to argue afterward. It's fitting somehow, but that's just as depressing a thought. "I'll be fine. I have you to make sure that I am."

[beat_death]

Owen's frown deepens, but he doesn't offer another word of protest. Instead, he just moves to the end of the bed, swinging his legs over to hang off the side.

"Where's your toilet?" he asks.

[did_good]

"Across the wall," she says numbly, reaching for the silk robe pooled next to the bed. Tosh slipped it on. Tying it shut, she pads out to the kitchen, filling a glass with water from the kitchen. She doesn't know what's going on anymore.

[beat_death]

When he makes it back to the bedroom, Tosh is gone. Confused, he pulls on his trousers and walks into the kitchen on bare feet, finding her with a glass.

"I was wondering where you'd gone," he says.

[did_good]

Maybe she's over-reacting, reading too much into things. It wouldn't be the first time, Tosh knows, offering him a smile. "Just wanted some water. Would you like one?"