Watching

[jooles34]

Title: Watching
Author: Jooles34
Sin: Lust
Characters Rhys
Word count: 900
Rating: 15
Spoilers: None unless you don’t know what happened in Meat.
Disclaimer: Torchwood does not belong to me
Summery: Rhys has looked, but never really seen, until he starts to watch.

 

Rhys was happy. It was a Sunday and he was wandering around the shops with his soon-to-be-wife. They were looking at bed linen. Gwen had decided that they should start married life with new bed clothes and so they had come out together this Sunday to buy some. And this made Rhys very happy.

It’s not that he gave two hoots about bed linen and he knew most men would rather cut off their right arms than spend a Sunday afternoon traipsing round the shops with their wives-to-be. But Rhys wasn’t most men, and most men’s partners weren’t Gwen. Weren’t part of a super secret organisation that meant they worked all the hours that god sent, never came home for dinner, or for bedtime, or when they did come home often stank of things he didn’t want to ask about.

And so, Rhys was happy to be trailing around after Gwen, looking at bed linen he didn’t care about, because it meant that she was actually with him.

And that’s when he heard it. The shouting. And the screaming. He groaned to himself. Could they go no-where without screaming and shouting starting?

Gwen turned to look at him. He gave her a resigned shrug.

“I know.” he said simply. She gave him a smile and started running away from him in the direction of the screaming. She paused and looked back over her shoulder.

“Are you coming or what? Might be fun.”

Rhys gave her a big smile and headed after her.

He was a few steps behind Gwen and was watching her as she ran. Rhys started to notice the way people around them were responding. As Gwen ran she shouted and Rhys watched as people reacted. Automatically and without hesitation, people moved out of their way; no, her way.

As he ran through the shopping centre behind her, watching her, he suddenly started seeing her not as Gwen, the pretty girl from college, or Gwen newbie copper, or Gwen can you make us a cuppa love, but Gwen leather-clad super hero.

Now he came to think about it he wasn’t sure just when she had started wearing this much leather all the time, but he couldn’t deny she looked good in it. He watched as her tight jeans pulled even tighter over her arse as she ran. Watched the way her body responded as she moved. And he liked what he saw.

They reached the bottom of the stairs as a man ran out of a jewellery shop, a gun in one hand and a crying woman in the other.

Rhys skidded to a halt as he watched Gwen react instantly, not mattering that the threat wasn’t alien, just that the threat was real. He looked at Gwen, her body rooted to the ground, her feet planted squarely on the floor. Her knees were bent slightly as her body remained tense, ready to move when needed. Her arms were outstretched, holding the gun level at the armed man.

People were screaming still, the girl in the thief’s arms was crying, and the thief was shouting. Rhys’ eyes flicked from the man with his gun, back to Gwen. The thief’s panic and fear were obvious, and contrasted noticeably with Gwen’s complete calmness and control.

Rhys suddenly felt disconnected from what was going on; as if he was watching a scene unfold on a screen, rather than watching his beautiful fiancée in a stand off against an armed thief. He studied her properly now. They had been together for a long time and he couldn’t remember the last time he had just looked at her like this. She had her back to him now. Her leather jacket hugged her figure, pulling in tight at her waist, accentuating the curve of her hips, the swell of her arse. Those jeans really were very tight. How had he not noticed before?

His eyes continued to travel down her body, hungry now; devouring her shapely legs as they tapered down into the black leather boots. He felt a stirring low in the pit of his stomach.

He was suddenly aware of screaming again and he looked up to see the thief waving his gun in the air. There was a loud bang and the gunman was suddenly on the floor holding his arm. Gwen had shot the gun straight out of his hand.

Gwen was rushing towards the gunman now, shouting at him to stay down and barking out orders to the security guards who were only now starting to approach.

There was so much authority in her voice. So much control. The stirring in his stomach went lower, much lower. Rhys felt his mouth go dry and his breath get shallow.

He watched Gwen pick up the fallen gun and make it safe while the security guards subdued the thief. He saw her turn her attention to the girl that had been taken hostage, who started to calm immediately at her words. Watched as they all responded to her every command.

He swallowed and walked stiffly towards her.

“We’re leaving.” he growled into her ear, his voice thick with longing.

“No, I should probably hang around for the police and go back to the station with them.”

“Not a chance.” Rhys said, his voice still low, eyes hooded and dark with lust, “you’re coming home with me. Now.”