Name: Just for tonight.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Tosh/Owen
Warnings: Het ZOMG! And SMUT. HET SMUT! -faints-
Summary: Owen and Tosh get left to look after the hub alone.
Disclaimer: Oh, so not mine.
Author’s Note: For rowanheart24 who wanted “Owen/Tosh where they're stuck at the Hub by themselves, that leads to smut?” Hope this is, okay, Hun!
Beta: Partly skullgirl013 , mostly kat_sor  because she was online and she rocks and she’s my best friend in the whole world and thinks my smut is hot :P You both rock, girls!

Owen was annoyed. Gwen was off with Rhys, probably shagging him, which was an image Owen did not need in his head, thank you very much, Ianto was off with Jack and Jack was probably getting off with Ianto, another unnecessary image.

And he was stuck in the hub.

With Toshiko.

Which was almost physically painful.

He sighed, put his feet up on the desk and leaned his head against the back of his chair, his neck craned at an agonising angle. He could see her, in his peripheral vision. Sat there. On the sofa. Just ... sat. Reading. He sighed again and closed his eyes. He wouldn't watch her like some kind of lovesick puppy dog; it wasn’t healthy.

He cracked open one eye. Wait, she wasn’t reading she was ... watching him.

“Oy, Tosh, what you lookin’ at?” he said, popping open both eyes.

Tosh started, the book dropping from her hands and clattering onto the floor. “Nothing!” she squeaked. “Just that your computer’s rebooted itself.”

Owen sat up straight and looked at his computer, expecting what Tosh had said to have just been a quick off-the-cuff lie to dissuade him that it was him she had been staring at. Sure enough, there, on the monitor was ...

“Oh, fuck,” Owen swore, leaning forward to hit enter through the blue screen of death. “Bloody Microsoft.”

“You have a Microsoft operating system as your personal computer?” Tosh squeaked. “You should have told me. I’d set you up a computer like mine.”

Owen looked round. “What?”

“I customised the operating system. It’s nothing like Windows now. Well, it is, but I removed all the bugs. Fixed it all.”

Owen stared at her. “You fixed Windows?”

“Yep.”

She reached beneath the sofa and pulled out her bag, retrieving her laptop and putting it on the coffee table. “Look.”

Owen stood up a little too eagerly and walked across the hub, sitting down next to Tosh and looking at her computer as it loaded up.

Quickly.

It loaded up quickly. It didn’t hang, or freeze or anything. It just ... loaded. She tapped in a password (which looked suspiciously like harp3rdoct0r0wen) and the main desktop loaded up. It was smoother and didn’t concentrate on graphics rather than performance. Owen could tell Tosh had tweaked it.

“You’re brilliant, Tosh,” Owen said, putting a hand on her knee.

“Thanks, Owen,” Tosh replied, with a small smile, placing her hand on top of his.

There was a moment of silence as their eyes locked then travelled down to look at their joined hands. Owen lifted his hand, turning it over and slipping his fingers between Tosh’s, gently.

“Owen ...” she said, quietly.

Owen raised his other hand, touching her face, gently, brushing his knuckled down her soft cheek. She leant into the touch as though it was something she’d longed for. But that couldn’t be, right? Owen wasn’t good enough for her. Never had been.

But now they were touching. And she was staring at his lips as though she wanted to press her own against them softly. As though she wanted to kiss him. But that couldn’t be.

Why would a perfect creature like her want to kiss someone as imperfect as him?

And then she was leaning towards him, brushing her lips across his for a soft kiss and he was responding – kissing back – placing his hand near her ear, fingers tangling in that beautiful dark hair of hers, and pulling her in further for a deeper kiss.

He reached out, slamming the lid down on her computer with a click and wrapped that same hand around her shoulder, drawing her in closer as his arms enclosed her and she grasped at his white jacket, running her tongue across his lower lip.

His lips parted and her tongue entered his mouth. He gasped and pulled back. “Tosh, I ...” Owen stammered. “You’re ... you’re not thinking straight.”

“I want this, Owen,” Tosh told him, firmly, stroking his cheek with her soft palm. “I want you. Always have.”

“But ...”

“Shh,” she shushed him, leaning in for another kiss, this one even more tender than before as she reached under his coat and pushed it from his shoulders, then ran her hands under his shirt, her soft fingertips skimming his skin and sending shivers through his body.

He removed his hands from her body and let her slide the coat from his back, allowing it to fall to the floor, then she pulled his t-shirt off over his head. They stared at each other for a long moment before she leaned forward and ran her hands over his smooth skin, something akin to disbelief on her face.

Then she leaned in further and licked a wet path up the middle of his chest, a devilish look on her face as she looked up at him, locking their eyes. He gasped and pushed her away enough to kiss her again as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She was wearing a low cut, turquoise blue blouse, the kind Owen couldn’t look at without fantasising about ...

Well, about doing this.

The blouse was off, dropped to the ground next to the sofa, and Owen found himself looking at a bra-clad Tosh, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted in anticipation. She looked so utterly gorgeous.

Owen swooped down and kissed up her neck, something she hadn’t been expecting and she moaned gently in her throat, the noise sending a spark of fiery arousal down to Owen’s groin. He bit back the urge to groan out loud and wrapped his hand around Tosh’s back, his fingers fumbling at her bra clasp and releasing it. The fabric slid down her arms and breasts and she arched her back more, leaning back against the sofa.

Gently, Owen removed her bra, letting that, too, drop to the floor, pressing their mouths together for another deep, searching kiss. She whimpered into his mouth as his gentle hand caressed her breast, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Owen let her mouth go, kissing instead down between her breasts and stomach, pausing just below her navel to kiss around it as he unfastened her jeans and slid down the zipper. Then he sat up again and lifted her feet up, slowly and sensually removing her boots before tugging down her jeans and sliding them from her legs, dumping them unceremoniously on the floor beside them.

Then he kissed, nibbled and licked up her inside leg until she was writhing and whimpering beneath him and his nose was pressed against the sweet, musky scent of her. He placed his thumbs inside the waistband of her knickers, sliding them down her legs and off.

“You have too many clothes on,” Tosh said, breathlessly.

Owen smirked at her. “So I do,” he said, standing up and undoing his belt, letting his trousers and underpants fall to the floor at his feet. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers, not oblivious to the lustful looks the prone Tosh, lying there waiting for him, was giving his erection and body as a whole.

He got back on the sofa, straddling her hips and bending down to kiss her again, long and hard. She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him in closer, her other hand grabbing at his arse and grinding his erection into her pubic bone, making him moan out loud and pull back, gasping for breath.

“Do you want this?” he asked, needlessly. She glared at him and rolled her eyes, removing her hand from his arse and moving it round to encircle his cock. She squeezed very slightly and ran her thumb over the head and he closed his eyes. “You need to stop or this’ll be over before it begins.”

“Okay.” She let go, smiling at him, anticipating what was to come. Owen moved down her body again, kissing and sucking at each nipple before going further. She whimpered when his nose nuzzled the dark clump of hair he found and grasped at the sofa, nails digging into the cushion, when his tongue snaked out and flicked her clit. “Owen!” she gasped, parting her legs instinctively.

He took that as an invitation, swiping his tongue over her entrance and enjoying the shuddering gasps that were her breathing as she fought for control. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she but her lip and let out a loud moan as she came, gripping the material of the old sofa until she thought her fingernails would bleed.

Owen rose up her body and kissed her so she could taste herself on his tongue. She ran her fingers through his hair as he whispered into her mouth, “You’re gorgeous, Tosh.”

“Please,” she said. “I need you.”

He smiled and kissed her again as he positioned himself at her opening and thrust in hard and quick. She broke off the kiss, throwing her head back as her fingernails raked along his bare back and he moved within her, grasping at her waist.

She grabbed at him, sitting up slightly and wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust into her again and again, making stars appear behind her eyes as she moved with him.

She sat up further, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands cupped her arse, pulling her against him to meet each thrust. “I love you,” she breathed into his ear.

Her confession sped him up, slamming into her faster and faster until she was crying out with every erratic movement and pulling at his hair. Her inner muscles clenched around him and she cried out louder as he pulled her into a second orgasm. He grunted and pounded harder into her coming hard.

They collapsed onto the sofa, him still buried deep inside of her, sweaty and sated, slumped on her chest, his head rising and falling with her breathing.

“We should get dressed,” he muttered.

“They won’t be back ‘til morning,” Tosh replied, sleepily.

“How can you be sure?” Owen asked.

“I can’t,” she responded. “But I don't want to move. I want to stay here. Just for tonight.”

Owen nodded and sat up, grabbing his white coat and shifting round to lie next to Tosh, who rolled onto her side. He spooned against her, wrapping his arms around her waist and inhaling her familiar smell as she started to snore gently, asleep already.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, before joining her in sleep.

~The End~