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bakerstreet2013-04-08 11:29 pm
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7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN
1. Comment with your character name/fandom/prefs in the subject line
2. Comment around, you're now trapped in a closet and must kiss whoever you're trapped with! It can be just a simple kiss on the cheek or something a little...more. It just has to last for at least 7 comments each!
3. You don't have to start right away. Build things up! It's more fun that way.
4. ???????
5. Profit~
Owen Harper | Torchwood | OTA / Het for Smut
...hope you're all right with starting another thread?
Well. This is awkward.
Tosh twists around and rattles the doorknob again, but it refuses to budge, no matter what she does. She could probably get it open if she had a screwdriver. Which she doesn't.]
Brilliant.
I'm good with it. :)
Guess we're stuck here. [ He slouched back against the wall behind him, and into a couple hangers that dropped down to the floor behind him. ] And, this will be the death of us. And, it is a shitty way to go. I was hopin' we would go out a'guns a blazin'.
excellent :D
[Tosh leans against the door, trying to edge as far away from him as possible without drawing his attention to what she's doing. She would much rather be trapped in a closet with Ianto - less one-sided sexual tension, and he's not a prick to her.]
But it's not exactly the end I'd choose, either. Though I'll pass on the guns blazing one as well. Maybe some sort of happy medium?
[Like that ever happens in Torchwood.]
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He did go and dig into his pocket for a small pocket torch. ] What would you consider a happy medium? I'd rather die standing up that's for sure. [ He pulled out the torch and turned it on. ] And, happy mediums don't exist when it comes to Torchwood.
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[She'd known ever since she joined Torchwood that she wouldn't die peacefully in her bed - but it's still better than dying locked up in a UNIT cell.]
I suppose it doesn't matter what it is, really, as long as my death means something. [She grimaces, the play of shadows from the torch light turning her face into a grotesque mask.] This is an awfully morbid conversation, Owen.
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[ Owen nodded his head, and the conversation did take a morbid turn. Owen blinked, and he continued to hold on to the torch. He shined it over at Tosh, and there was a devious smile on his face. He had an idea. ] We could do the other Torchwood thing to pass the time. [ Owen now expected to get kneed by Tosh. ]
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Her self-respect manages to win out for the moment, and she gives him a look, folding her arms over her chest.]
I bet you say that to all the people you end up trapped in closets with.
[Of course he does, it's Owen.]
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Course, I do! I either tell them that, or scare the piss out of them, by telling them I got fart. [ He held back in the laughter. ] So, it's either you have the snog of a lifetime, or I get to give you a very terrible death. And, I'm sure we don't want to put on your death records, killed by Owen's delightful smelling farts.
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See, I know how this is going to end. You'll snog me, and then months later the whole 'who's the last person you snogged' thing will come up again, and you'll laugh at me when I say it's you, and probably make some sort of comment about how pathetic my love life is.
Work is gobbling me up. :) One more big shift to go!
[ Owen did listen how Tosh talked about her memory of that one last snog. He snorted. ] I'm sure you'll find someone else to snog. But, who is it going to hurt? [ Of course Tosh knows Owen well enough. He would laugh at her again if it ever became public. ] And, I hope we don't play that game again, I'm not interested in hearing about Gwen's boring life with Rhys, nor do I want to hear about Jack and Ianto.
Good luck!
Yeah, I'm sure I will. [Her voice is a little flat. She knows her love life better than Owen does, but she's not going to say that. No need to admit that she's a hopeless cause most of the time.] But I'm sure Gwen won't suggest it again, not after the way things turned out last time.
[Is she stalling for time? Maybe. She doesn't want to appear too eager about things.]
Re: Good luck!
If Gwen brings it up again, we can all tell her to stuff it. [ Owen thought that sounded like a good idea. He didn't want to have to bring up his past relationship with Gwen again, nor did he want to have to talk about Diane. ] If you just want to sit here and talk about the latest piece of alien technology that feel through the rift, fine talk about that and bore me to tears.
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[Tosh might be a bit thick when it comes to interpersonal relationships sometimes, but even she knows better than to go off on yet another tangent he's likely to find impossibly dull. She regards him for a long moment before she leans in and kisses him tentatively.]
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Gwen proved that fact of life to be false, but they weren't Gwen. He continued to kiss Tosh, and he placed his hand at the base of her neck to give the two of them support. It almost seemed like forever, forever in what could be seven minutes. ]
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She blinks at him, a little dazed, not quite sure what to say.]
...well, I suppose that was better than farts.
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He looked at Tosh a little puzzled, and he gave her an amused look when she brought up that this was way better than farts. ] Of course it was better than farts, way better than farts. You were snogged by the master of snogging.
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Lord if these two had actually met I think the world would implode.
Too much snark for the world to handle!
Pretty much.
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If this was going to be seven minutes in heaven, perhaps there is the choice of seven minutes in hell. Owen cocked his head off to the side. "It's a bit of a hard choice, I know."