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heroescutiesTitle: Modern Day Chivalry
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Gwen/Rhys, Andy, implied Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen
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help_haiti. Set after episode 2x09 and before 2x12.
Prompt: Gwen and Rhys at a pub. They run into Andy, and he and Rhys end up trying to impress Gwen.
Jack had absolutely insisted that Gwen take the evening off. Normally, she would find this sort of thing suspicious. But considering she’d spent the morning up to her waist in a strange rift-dump of what could be best described as alien haggis, Gwen reasoned that perhaps he was just being nice.
So nice, in fact, that Gwen wasn’t the only one being rushed home. Owen had bolted at the first mention of getting out early, and Jack was ever so subtly urging Tosh home early as well.
As she finished gathering up her things, Gwen went over to where Tosh was still imputing data into the computer.
“Tosh, you should go…”
“I can once I finish analyzing the…”
Gwen cut her off politely. “Tosh. Owen didn’t grumble about having ‘nothing to do at home but watch the telly’ just because he felt like it. You should…drop by and check on him, donctha think?”
Tosh pinked at the suggestion, but her fingers betrayed her as they started keying in shut down processes for her programs.
“I suppose he might need someone to drop by. I’ll have to get a quick bite to eat first since he can’t…” She cut herself off and smiled at Gwen gently. “Well, enjoy your evening.”
Gwen smiled back. “You too.”
As the two exited through the tourist office, Gwen lingered back just a moment on catching sight of Ianto coming through the beaded doorway to lock things up.
“Don’t stay up too late, Ianto,” she teased.
He raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Gwen chuckled. “I bet Jack is.”
“That…is another matter entirely. Although, I believe a shower might be in order first as we all still smell vaguely of sheep.”
Quirking an eyebrow herself, Gwen shifted her bag from one arm to the other. “Maybe Jack finds that hot. He sure rushed us all out pretty quickly.”
Ianto smirked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll make sure to wear a wool jumper and eat some haggis the next time I really want to turn him on then.”
“It could work,” Gwen remarked with a laugh.
“Goodnight, Gwen.”
“Goodnight, Ianto. Enjoy your evening.”
Ianto smiled just slightly. “I’ll work on my sexy ‘baas.’”
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After showering twice (and still feeling like there was a vague sheepish-after smell), Gwen suggested a night out to Rhys.
“You oughta get covered in alien sheep parts more often if it’ll getcha right home like this,” he teased, helping to dry her hair with a towel on the couch.
Gwen just smiled and leaned back against him. “Can we go somewhere casual? I feel like I need to live it up.”
“Married life too dull for ya?” Rhys murmured into her damp hair. She gave him a slight elbow in the ribs and he cracked a grin. “What? A husband should know if he’s gotta add spice to things, right?”
“I don’t need any more spice than I already have,” she replied, shifting around to peck a kiss on her husband’s nose. “In fact, nothing about my life is dull,” Gwen continued, “which just goes and makes all the dull things just seem extra dull.”
“Band’s playing at the pub tonight?” Rhys offered.
“Crowds of drunks, questionable food and some noise that may or may not classify as music?” She grinned. “Sounds lively enough for me.”
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The pub was indeed, quite lively. Aside from the band playing, a rugby match was on and an ample amount of rowdy supporters had gathered to cheer on their team. This was, much to Gwen’s chagrin, where Rhys’s eyes kept wandering. There were tellies in several corners of the establishment and they were holding a good portion of the patronage’s attention at the moment.
“Rhys…” Gwen mumbled, nudging him in the arm.
“Ah, right then. Sorry ‘bout that, Gwen. Boys are up now, so…” Gwen swished her drink around in its glass before downing it all in one go. Rhys blinked. “You all right, love?”
Gwen’s eyes darted over to the part of the pub not dotted in predominantly red and white, where a few lucky women were dancing away to the live band with their partners.
“Well, it would be nice if we could…”
A loud groan and a slew of angry swears drew Rhys’s attention back to the telly screen as he joined in the cacophony of loud protests.
“What kinda call was that mate? That’s complete and utter bollocks! That was the…”
“Ah, did they let you out early for good behavior or are you here looking for signs of intelligent life?” Another voice cut in.
Gwen whipped her head around, and Rhys pulled himself away from the game. “Andy!” Gwen said with a smile. “How’ve you been lately? Off the clock, are ya?”
Andy shot a glance over at Rhys, who had turned his attention back to the telly, and then smiled at Gwen. “Yeah. I was hoping for a nice night out. You uh…” With a nod of his head, he indicated the dance floor. “Since neither of us are the screaming at the telly type?”
Rhys turned and leveled him a glare. “No offense mate, but that is my wife you’re asking to tango with.”
“Rhys,” Gwen placated, “Andy’s a former colleague and friend. You don’t need to act like everyone in the world is Jack.”
“Jack’s right by me now,” Rhys clarified. “What with him being involved with that Ianto fellow.”
Gwen smiled tersely and turned to explain to Andy. “Sorry about that. Rhys was a tad…concerned about my current boss. That is, until he found out Jack was dating my co-worker and not me.”
“Ah,” Andy mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “Workplace romance, always a bother.”
She continued, “But I’m sure he’s a mature enough person to allow us one dance while he watches the match, right?”
Rhys frowned, then held a hand out to Andy. “If you can beat me at a contest, the dance floor is yours.”
Andy hesitated a moment before bravely taking his hand. He shook on it. “Right then. Let’s go.”
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Gwen watched as the two dug into plateful after plateful of chips. The eat-off had gotten so intense that even some of the less-diehard rugby fans had turned away from the game to watch the two men eating as many chips as they could. But as they neared their fifteenth round, the speed of consumption had significantly slowed down.
Rhys was concentrating very hard as he swallowed down another mouthful, and Gwen could tell by his grimace that he was going to have to quit very soon. Silently smiling to herself at his brave effort to win her hand, she turned to Andy who was still managing to hold his own. It was ridiculous- extremely ridiculous – in fact, that either of them was going to all this trouble just to dance with her. But Gwen felt a little bubble of satisfaction well up in her chest at the thought that they were making all this fuss over her.
Damsels be damned, but hoo-boy if it isn’t nice to watch two men duking it out for your affections, Gwen thought to herself as Rhys came to an abrupt halt.
With wide eyes, he turned to Andy who still had to eat four more chips to win it. Andy took a deep breath, then with one quick glance at Gwen, he shoveled all four into his mouth at once. The crowd around him erupted into cheers; someone even going as far as holding up Andy’s arm and yelling out “The winner!”
Allowing him a moment to grin at his supporters, and to wipe off his greasy fingers on a napkin, Rhys held out a begrudging hand. “Congrats, mate.”
Andy gave it a shake and took a long drink of water before he staggered to his feet. Holding out a hand to Gwen, he said. “I don’t think I’m gonna eat chips for a month now, you know?”
She laughed and took his hand. “It’ll be good for your figure?”
As the two of them walked off towards the dance floor, Gwen glanced over her shoulder and shot a warm smile and a wink at Rhys.
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Andy managed to dance with Gwen for several songs before he cited his stomach and the late hour as reasons behind why he needed to go. She gave him a hug and thanked him for the dance before watching him leave.
“You’ve gone an’ stolen another heart, you know that right?” Rhys mumbled, still a bit sulky over the whole ordeal.
Gwen just smirked and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. She lingered close, her fingers taping to the rhythm of the band at the nape of his neck. “Don’t be silly. Andy’s just a good friend. Plus,” she pulled her hand up in front of his face and waggled her ring finger, “if you haven’t noticed, Mr. Williams, I am a married woman.”
Rhys smiled at that. “And your husband is the luckiest man in the world to have you.”
“Flatterer,” Gwen teased, nuzzling her nose against his. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind obliging good sir, but this fair lady would like a very…special dance with her bravest knight.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Rhys placed his cash on the counter to cover the bill. “Oh really now? This brave knight might be a wee bit full for that sort of business, you know. Stuffing down chips in the name of love does a right number on the stomach.”
He stood up from the barstool at that and she gave his waist a squeeze. “You’ll manage.”
And as Rhys wrapped his arm around her, the two heading home for the night, he pressed a kiss into her hair. “With this sorta second rung prize, Gwen? You bloody well bet I’ll manage!”
Fandom: Torchwood
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Gwen/Rhys, Andy, implied Jack/Ianto, Tosh/Owen
Notes: For
jennybenz for help_haiti. Set after episode 2x09 and before 2x12. Prompt: Gwen and Rhys at a pub. They run into Andy, and he and Rhys end up trying to impress Gwen.
Jack had absolutely insisted that Gwen take the evening off. Normally, she would find this sort of thing suspicious. But considering she’d spent the morning up to her waist in a strange rift-dump of what could be best described as alien haggis, Gwen reasoned that perhaps he was just being nice.
So nice, in fact, that Gwen wasn’t the only one being rushed home. Owen had bolted at the first mention of getting out early, and Jack was ever so subtly urging Tosh home early as well.
As she finished gathering up her things, Gwen went over to where Tosh was still imputing data into the computer.
“Tosh, you should go…”
“I can once I finish analyzing the…”
Gwen cut her off politely. “Tosh. Owen didn’t grumble about having ‘nothing to do at home but watch the telly’ just because he felt like it. You should…drop by and check on him, donctha think?”
Tosh pinked at the suggestion, but her fingers betrayed her as they started keying in shut down processes for her programs.
“I suppose he might need someone to drop by. I’ll have to get a quick bite to eat first since he can’t…” She cut herself off and smiled at Gwen gently. “Well, enjoy your evening.”
Gwen smiled back. “You too.”
As the two exited through the tourist office, Gwen lingered back just a moment on catching sight of Ianto coming through the beaded doorway to lock things up.
“Don’t stay up too late, Ianto,” she teased.
He raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Gwen chuckled. “I bet Jack is.”
“That…is another matter entirely. Although, I believe a shower might be in order first as we all still smell vaguely of sheep.”
Quirking an eyebrow herself, Gwen shifted her bag from one arm to the other. “Maybe Jack finds that hot. He sure rushed us all out pretty quickly.”
Ianto smirked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll make sure to wear a wool jumper and eat some haggis the next time I really want to turn him on then.”
“It could work,” Gwen remarked with a laugh.
“Goodnight, Gwen.”
“Goodnight, Ianto. Enjoy your evening.”
Ianto smiled just slightly. “I’ll work on my sexy ‘baas.’”
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After showering twice (and still feeling like there was a vague sheepish-after smell), Gwen suggested a night out to Rhys.
“You oughta get covered in alien sheep parts more often if it’ll getcha right home like this,” he teased, helping to dry her hair with a towel on the couch.
Gwen just smiled and leaned back against him. “Can we go somewhere casual? I feel like I need to live it up.”
“Married life too dull for ya?” Rhys murmured into her damp hair. She gave him a slight elbow in the ribs and he cracked a grin. “What? A husband should know if he’s gotta add spice to things, right?”
“I don’t need any more spice than I already have,” she replied, shifting around to peck a kiss on her husband’s nose. “In fact, nothing about my life is dull,” Gwen continued, “which just goes and makes all the dull things just seem extra dull.”
“Band’s playing at the pub tonight?” Rhys offered.
“Crowds of drunks, questionable food and some noise that may or may not classify as music?” She grinned. “Sounds lively enough for me.”
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The pub was indeed, quite lively. Aside from the band playing, a rugby match was on and an ample amount of rowdy supporters had gathered to cheer on their team. This was, much to Gwen’s chagrin, where Rhys’s eyes kept wandering. There were tellies in several corners of the establishment and they were holding a good portion of the patronage’s attention at the moment.
“Rhys…” Gwen mumbled, nudging him in the arm.
“Ah, right then. Sorry ‘bout that, Gwen. Boys are up now, so…” Gwen swished her drink around in its glass before downing it all in one go. Rhys blinked. “You all right, love?”
Gwen’s eyes darted over to the part of the pub not dotted in predominantly red and white, where a few lucky women were dancing away to the live band with their partners.
“Well, it would be nice if we could…”
A loud groan and a slew of angry swears drew Rhys’s attention back to the telly screen as he joined in the cacophony of loud protests.
“What kinda call was that mate? That’s complete and utter bollocks! That was the…”
“Ah, did they let you out early for good behavior or are you here looking for signs of intelligent life?” Another voice cut in.
Gwen whipped her head around, and Rhys pulled himself away from the game. “Andy!” Gwen said with a smile. “How’ve you been lately? Off the clock, are ya?”
Andy shot a glance over at Rhys, who had turned his attention back to the telly, and then smiled at Gwen. “Yeah. I was hoping for a nice night out. You uh…” With a nod of his head, he indicated the dance floor. “Since neither of us are the screaming at the telly type?”
Rhys turned and leveled him a glare. “No offense mate, but that is my wife you’re asking to tango with.”
“Rhys,” Gwen placated, “Andy’s a former colleague and friend. You don’t need to act like everyone in the world is Jack.”
“Jack’s right by me now,” Rhys clarified. “What with him being involved with that Ianto fellow.”
Gwen smiled tersely and turned to explain to Andy. “Sorry about that. Rhys was a tad…concerned about my current boss. That is, until he found out Jack was dating my co-worker and not me.”
“Ah,” Andy mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “Workplace romance, always a bother.”
She continued, “But I’m sure he’s a mature enough person to allow us one dance while he watches the match, right?”
Rhys frowned, then held a hand out to Andy. “If you can beat me at a contest, the dance floor is yours.”
Andy hesitated a moment before bravely taking his hand. He shook on it. “Right then. Let’s go.”
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Gwen watched as the two dug into plateful after plateful of chips. The eat-off had gotten so intense that even some of the less-diehard rugby fans had turned away from the game to watch the two men eating as many chips as they could. But as they neared their fifteenth round, the speed of consumption had significantly slowed down.
Rhys was concentrating very hard as he swallowed down another mouthful, and Gwen could tell by his grimace that he was going to have to quit very soon. Silently smiling to herself at his brave effort to win her hand, she turned to Andy who was still managing to hold his own. It was ridiculous- extremely ridiculous – in fact, that either of them was going to all this trouble just to dance with her. But Gwen felt a little bubble of satisfaction well up in her chest at the thought that they were making all this fuss over her.
Damsels be damned, but hoo-boy if it isn’t nice to watch two men duking it out for your affections, Gwen thought to herself as Rhys came to an abrupt halt.
With wide eyes, he turned to Andy who still had to eat four more chips to win it. Andy took a deep breath, then with one quick glance at Gwen, he shoveled all four into his mouth at once. The crowd around him erupted into cheers; someone even going as far as holding up Andy’s arm and yelling out “The winner!”
Allowing him a moment to grin at his supporters, and to wipe off his greasy fingers on a napkin, Rhys held out a begrudging hand. “Congrats, mate.”
Andy gave it a shake and took a long drink of water before he staggered to his feet. Holding out a hand to Gwen, he said. “I don’t think I’m gonna eat chips for a month now, you know?”
She laughed and took his hand. “It’ll be good for your figure?”
As the two of them walked off towards the dance floor, Gwen glanced over her shoulder and shot a warm smile and a wink at Rhys.
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Andy managed to dance with Gwen for several songs before he cited his stomach and the late hour as reasons behind why he needed to go. She gave him a hug and thanked him for the dance before watching him leave.
“You’ve gone an’ stolen another heart, you know that right?” Rhys mumbled, still a bit sulky over the whole ordeal.
Gwen just smirked and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. She lingered close, her fingers taping to the rhythm of the band at the nape of his neck. “Don’t be silly. Andy’s just a good friend. Plus,” she pulled her hand up in front of his face and waggled her ring finger, “if you haven’t noticed, Mr. Williams, I am a married woman.”
Rhys smiled at that. “And your husband is the luckiest man in the world to have you.”
“Flatterer,” Gwen teased, nuzzling her nose against his. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind obliging good sir, but this fair lady would like a very…special dance with her bravest knight.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Rhys placed his cash on the counter to cover the bill. “Oh really now? This brave knight might be a wee bit full for that sort of business, you know. Stuffing down chips in the name of love does a right number on the stomach.”
He stood up from the barstool at that and she gave his waist a squeeze. “You’ll manage.”
And as Rhys wrapped his arm around her, the two heading home for the night, he pressed a kiss into her hair. “With this sorta second rung prize, Gwen? You bloody well bet I’ll manage!”
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