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Prompt: Torchwood Lucky 7: The Sin of Lust
Characters/Pairings: Tosh and the rest of the Torchwood Team
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Prior to Reset in S2. Pick your favorite time.
Word Count: 1061
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
Author's Note: It was a bit of a struggle, but I hope you enjoy it.
Just Another Word For...
It had started innocently enough.
“We’ve got a lot of Hub CCTV stored that we really don’t need, Jack,” Tosh said at the end of their staff meeting. Suzie and Owen had already left whether together or separately, Tosh didn’t know. She tried to tell herself she didn’t care, either.
“Get rid of it then,” Jack agreed. “But check it over to be sure that we don’t lose something important...”
Tosh had begun her checks that night. A simple image-processing program to remove the scenes where nothing moved and marking passages where something did. She’d investigated those and it wasn’t long before she stumbled on her first on the Autopsy Bay camera.
“Is Harkness gone yet?” Owen was shouting to someone at the top of the stairs.
“Left about ten minutes ago,” Suzie called back. She was off-camera. Tosh imagined her standing at the railing gazing down.
Owen’s expression altered into something Tosh didn’t understand. He leaned casually against the gurney beside him and said in a low growl. “Don’t you have an appointment then?”
“Yes, I do.” Suzie’s voice had changed as well. She walked slowly into camera range wearing one of Owen’s lab coats. “Sorry to keep you waiting, doctor,” she whispered. The coat fell from her shoulders and she was wearing only a wisp of something in black silk…
She’d kept that one, watching it to the end multiple times. She found that she could imagine herself in Suzie’s place, Owen’s skilled hands caressing her as she moaned into his mouth. That wasn’t the only one she found. She kept her favorites on DVDs to replay whenever she found herself craving fulfillment of a kind that she couldn’t get from her computer.
If she had to put a name to it, she would call it: lust.
Her next idea had come from running across those disconnected cables while tracking some damage caused by the latest piece of alien tech fetched back by the team. It had sent electrical impulses that screwed up about a third of the CCTV system. She’d taken a camera down from its mount and seen them.
Tosh frowned at the dusty hookups. Where had they come from? She attached them to her scanner so that she could check if the cameras (wherever they were) would still function. After a moment or two of flickering, the first image slid into view. She found herself staring into the communal shower room, watching Ianto scrub away the latest bit of rotting corpse he had dragged into Owen’s autopsy room. Underneath those very formal business suits was an incredibly attractive body; Tosh wondered briefly if Jack has already seen it – if he hadn’t it wouldn’t have been for lack of trying. Ianto turned in the stall to rinse his back and Tosh kept staring…
She had sighed with each movement, watching Ianto soap himself and then rinse clean. He was careful and meticulous with his bathing as he was in everything. Tosh watched it all. Other cameras showed other stalls. Over time she’d watched Jack with his powerful muscles flexing, Owen with his slender frame and irreverent splashing, Suzie’s long beautiful legs, and Gwen’s pale skin. All of them fed her lust.
This spurred her to go on a treasure hunt. She’d rooted out many camera hookups that had fallen into disuse. Her prize had been the one in Jack’s bunker, nearly invisible in the wall. The camera had been old and unreliable, so Tosh had used a time when Jack was gone from the hub to replace it with one containing both a regular and infrared receiver. On those rare occasions when the Captain slept, he did so in the nude. She imagined her hands caressing that smooth flesh, soothing the jerky movements as his nightmares haunted him, and it felt good.
A new world opened up after the Cyberwoman incident.
“Tosh, I need you to put some cameras in Ianto’s flat,” Jack said quietly. “I’m afraid… I think he may be thinking of… well, doing something stupid. I’d like to keep an eye on him.”
“Of course I will.” Of the team, only she knew how Jack’s eyes had followed Ianto around the Hub. Only she had seen the hopeless expressions of longing from Ianto. Only she knew, because she had watched. “I’ll fix them to be undetectable; he’ll never know.”
She’d spied upon Ianto’s pain and longed to ease his sufferings through strokes and cuddles. She could imagine him turning to her and burying his face into her breast. She’d been so absorbed that Jack had almost caught her when he emerged unexpectedly from his office. She’d told herself that was it and ran home to her bed. She’d controlled her urges the first night after, but the next night she hadn’t been able to sleep, desperate for the images to feed her imaginings. She didn’t try to stop herself again; she routed the camera feeds to her flat instead.
Later when Jack had told her to remove the cameras, she had lied and said she would. When Jack had started staying over at Ianto’s, the tenderness between them excited her. She would watch them give each other massages, snuggling together to watch movies, and the sweet kisses they exchanged as they progressed into a relationship.
She’d placed cameras in Owen’s flat and in Gwen’s as well. She watched Owen bring home a different woman each time, using his techniques over and over until she had them memorized and could recognize them simply by the way Owen switched the lights on and off. Gwen’s volatile relationship with Rhys and the fights they had were more amusing and exhilarating than their often silent intercourse.
She loved watching them all and each one could bring satisfaction. She wallowed in her lust. It was good. She had evolved a nightly ritual. Clean and powdered, she would don her red satin robe. She would pour herself a glass of fine wine and settle in front of her enhanced television screen with her altered remote and check her “special channels”. She could always find one to satisfy her need. If she was lucky, she’d find it twice. On rare nights, she could go three times.
She supposed this lust would condemn her to hell, if there was one. She didn’t care. Lust was just an Old English word for joy.
Author:
tonjavmoore Prompt: Torchwood Lucky 7: The Sin of Lust
Characters/Pairings: Tosh and the rest of the Torchwood Team
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Prior to Reset in S2. Pick your favorite time.
Word Count: 1061
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC and RTD. Sadly.
Author's Note: It was a bit of a struggle, but I hope you enjoy it.
Just Another Word For...
It had started innocently enough.
“We’ve got a lot of Hub CCTV stored that we really don’t need, Jack,” Tosh said at the end of their staff meeting. Suzie and Owen had already left whether together or separately, Tosh didn’t know. She tried to tell herself she didn’t care, either.
“Get rid of it then,” Jack agreed. “But check it over to be sure that we don’t lose something important...”
Tosh had begun her checks that night. A simple image-processing program to remove the scenes where nothing moved and marking passages where something did. She’d investigated those and it wasn’t long before she stumbled on her first on the Autopsy Bay camera.
“Is Harkness gone yet?” Owen was shouting to someone at the top of the stairs.
“Left about ten minutes ago,” Suzie called back. She was off-camera. Tosh imagined her standing at the railing gazing down.
Owen’s expression altered into something Tosh didn’t understand. He leaned casually against the gurney beside him and said in a low growl. “Don’t you have an appointment then?”
“Yes, I do.” Suzie’s voice had changed as well. She walked slowly into camera range wearing one of Owen’s lab coats. “Sorry to keep you waiting, doctor,” she whispered. The coat fell from her shoulders and she was wearing only a wisp of something in black silk…
She’d kept that one, watching it to the end multiple times. She found that she could imagine herself in Suzie’s place, Owen’s skilled hands caressing her as she moaned into his mouth. That wasn’t the only one she found. She kept her favorites on DVDs to replay whenever she found herself craving fulfillment of a kind that she couldn’t get from her computer.
If she had to put a name to it, she would call it: lust.
Her next idea had come from running across those disconnected cables while tracking some damage caused by the latest piece of alien tech fetched back by the team. It had sent electrical impulses that screwed up about a third of the CCTV system. She’d taken a camera down from its mount and seen them.
Tosh frowned at the dusty hookups. Where had they come from? She attached them to her scanner so that she could check if the cameras (wherever they were) would still function. After a moment or two of flickering, the first image slid into view. She found herself staring into the communal shower room, watching Ianto scrub away the latest bit of rotting corpse he had dragged into Owen’s autopsy room. Underneath those very formal business suits was an incredibly attractive body; Tosh wondered briefly if Jack has already seen it – if he hadn’t it wouldn’t have been for lack of trying. Ianto turned in the stall to rinse his back and Tosh kept staring…
She had sighed with each movement, watching Ianto soap himself and then rinse clean. He was careful and meticulous with his bathing as he was in everything. Tosh watched it all. Other cameras showed other stalls. Over time she’d watched Jack with his powerful muscles flexing, Owen with his slender frame and irreverent splashing, Suzie’s long beautiful legs, and Gwen’s pale skin. All of them fed her lust.
This spurred her to go on a treasure hunt. She’d rooted out many camera hookups that had fallen into disuse. Her prize had been the one in Jack’s bunker, nearly invisible in the wall. The camera had been old and unreliable, so Tosh had used a time when Jack was gone from the hub to replace it with one containing both a regular and infrared receiver. On those rare occasions when the Captain slept, he did so in the nude. She imagined her hands caressing that smooth flesh, soothing the jerky movements as his nightmares haunted him, and it felt good.
A new world opened up after the Cyberwoman incident.
“Tosh, I need you to put some cameras in Ianto’s flat,” Jack said quietly. “I’m afraid… I think he may be thinking of… well, doing something stupid. I’d like to keep an eye on him.”
“Of course I will.” Of the team, only she knew how Jack’s eyes had followed Ianto around the Hub. Only she had seen the hopeless expressions of longing from Ianto. Only she knew, because she had watched. “I’ll fix them to be undetectable; he’ll never know.”
She’d spied upon Ianto’s pain and longed to ease his sufferings through strokes and cuddles. She could imagine him turning to her and burying his face into her breast. She’d been so absorbed that Jack had almost caught her when he emerged unexpectedly from his office. She’d told herself that was it and ran home to her bed. She’d controlled her urges the first night after, but the next night she hadn’t been able to sleep, desperate for the images to feed her imaginings. She didn’t try to stop herself again; she routed the camera feeds to her flat instead.
Later when Jack had told her to remove the cameras, she had lied and said she would. When Jack had started staying over at Ianto’s, the tenderness between them excited her. She would watch them give each other massages, snuggling together to watch movies, and the sweet kisses they exchanged as they progressed into a relationship.
She’d placed cameras in Owen’s flat and in Gwen’s as well. She watched Owen bring home a different woman each time, using his techniques over and over until she had them memorized and could recognize them simply by the way Owen switched the lights on and off. Gwen’s volatile relationship with Rhys and the fights they had were more amusing and exhilarating than their often silent intercourse.
She loved watching them all and each one could bring satisfaction. She wallowed in her lust. It was good. She had evolved a nightly ritual. Clean and powdered, she would don her red satin robe. She would pour herself a glass of fine wine and settle in front of her enhanced television screen with her altered remote and check her “special channels”. She could always find one to satisfy her need. If she was lucky, she’d find it twice. On rare nights, she could go three times.
She supposed this lust would condemn her to hell, if there was one. She didn’t care. Lust was just an Old English word for joy.
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Date: 2010-02-20 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-20 08:33 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2010-02-20 08:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-20 08:35 pm (UTC)Tosh had so many sides of her that were never really explored. This might have been one of them.
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Date: 2010-02-20 08:38 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2010-02-21 01:52 am (UTC)that last line is amazing.
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:25 am (UTC)I'm glad that you liked it.
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:26 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:29 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Date: 2010-02-22 05:57 am (UTC)Great job!!
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Date: 2010-02-22 06:31 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it.
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