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bk_forever posting in slashthedrabble Feb. 12th, 2018 05:28 pm)Title: Intoxicated
Fandom: Torchwood
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badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Andy, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: A straightforward retrieval leads to unexpected consequences for Owen when he runs into PC Andy.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 475 – Cupid’s Arrow.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: This is the short version of a much longer fic posted to my journal.
The small pink box seemed perfectly innocuous when Owen found it, but after some recent bizarre effects caused by things that appeared harmless, Owen had learned a degree of caution, donning protective gloves before picking it up. Better safe than sorry. Unfortunately for him, some things don’t actually require skin contact in order to cause unforeseen effects. Even more unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly watching where he was going as he headed back to the SUV following the uneventful retrieval of the box and as he exited the alley, he walked smack into someone coming the other way.
The person he collided with was both taller and heavier than Owen, and both of them ended up on the ground, Owen on his back, the other man on top of him, and the box in between them. After a few moments, they managed to disentangle themselves and get to their feet, which was when Owen realised the lid had fallen off the box, which contained a gauzy sachet of what looked like dried leaves. It didn’t look like any had come out, the sachet was tied tightly at the top, so Owen wasn’t overly concerned. The leaves smelled nice anyway; it was probably an alien version of a lavender bag or something, boxed up as a gift.
“Sorry about that, wasn’t watching where I was going,” a vaguely familiar voice said. “Here, I think you dropped this.” A hand came into Owen’s field of vision, holding the box’s lid, and Owen looked up to see Gwen’s old partner, Andy Davidson. He looked different out of uniform.
“S’okay, no harm done,” Owen assured him, feeling magnanimous. “Ta.” He reached for the lid, and as he took it, his fingers brushed Andy’s and an electric jolt seemed to go through him. The scent wafting from the box was intoxicating.
“Smells nice,” Andy said, letting go of the box’s lid as Owen took it and instead running his fingers over the back of Owen’s hand, making Owen’s skin tingle.
“Yeah, it does. You’re Andy, right?”
“That’s me!” Andy grinned. “You’re that bloke Gwen works with, Owen, isn’t it? Good Welsh name, that.”
“I’m from London.”
“Doesn’t matter. Fancy coming back to mine? I live just down the street.”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Great.”
Back at Andy’s place, Owen put the box, its lid now in place, on the table just inside Andy’s front door, because it was in the way of him stripping Andy’s clothes off as fast as possible. Andy was just as intent on stripping Owen, and they were both in such a hurry that round one took place halfway up the stairs, and round two on the landing. They finally made it to Andy’s bed just in time for round three. And round four.
When Owen arrived at work the next morning, clutching the small pink box, and told Jack what had happened, Jack burst out laughing. “It’s a powerful aphrodisiac called Cupid’s Arrow,” he explained.
“That explains a few things,” Owen grunted.
The End
Fandom: Torchwood
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Owen, Andy, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: A straightforward retrieval leads to unexpected consequences for Owen when he runs into PC Andy.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 475 – Cupid’s Arrow.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
A/N: This is the short version of a much longer fic posted to my journal.
The small pink box seemed perfectly innocuous when Owen found it, but after some recent bizarre effects caused by things that appeared harmless, Owen had learned a degree of caution, donning protective gloves before picking it up. Better safe than sorry. Unfortunately for him, some things don’t actually require skin contact in order to cause unforeseen effects. Even more unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly watching where he was going as he headed back to the SUV following the uneventful retrieval of the box and as he exited the alley, he walked smack into someone coming the other way.
The person he collided with was both taller and heavier than Owen, and both of them ended up on the ground, Owen on his back, the other man on top of him, and the box in between them. After a few moments, they managed to disentangle themselves and get to their feet, which was when Owen realised the lid had fallen off the box, which contained a gauzy sachet of what looked like dried leaves. It didn’t look like any had come out, the sachet was tied tightly at the top, so Owen wasn’t overly concerned. The leaves smelled nice anyway; it was probably an alien version of a lavender bag or something, boxed up as a gift.
“Sorry about that, wasn’t watching where I was going,” a vaguely familiar voice said. “Here, I think you dropped this.” A hand came into Owen’s field of vision, holding the box’s lid, and Owen looked up to see Gwen’s old partner, Andy Davidson. He looked different out of uniform.
“S’okay, no harm done,” Owen assured him, feeling magnanimous. “Ta.” He reached for the lid, and as he took it, his fingers brushed Andy’s and an electric jolt seemed to go through him. The scent wafting from the box was intoxicating.
“Smells nice,” Andy said, letting go of the box’s lid as Owen took it and instead running his fingers over the back of Owen’s hand, making Owen’s skin tingle.
“Yeah, it does. You’re Andy, right?”
“That’s me!” Andy grinned. “You’re that bloke Gwen works with, Owen, isn’t it? Good Welsh name, that.”
“I’m from London.”
“Doesn’t matter. Fancy coming back to mine? I live just down the street.”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Great.”
Back at Andy’s place, Owen put the box, its lid now in place, on the table just inside Andy’s front door, because it was in the way of him stripping Andy’s clothes off as fast as possible. Andy was just as intent on stripping Owen, and they were both in such a hurry that round one took place halfway up the stairs, and round two on the landing. They finally made it to Andy’s bed just in time for round three. And round four.
When Owen arrived at work the next morning, clutching the small pink box, and told Jack what had happened, Jack burst out laughing. “It’s a powerful aphrodisiac called Cupid’s Arrow,” he explained.
“That explains a few things,” Owen grunted.
The End
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