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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood (Bump in the night Verse)
Rating: PG ( mentions of sex)
Word Count:575
Setting: Right before Jack has to go back to Torchwood for the first time after Liz and Jack have just started "dating".
She was bawling. It was louder and there were more tears than she actually wanted to cry, but at this point she wasn’t above a little bit of unfair play.
“Liz,” Jack’s voice was soothing, like the hypno-voice. The trouble is she was wailing so loudly she couldn’t actually hear him, so it didn’t have the desired effect. “That’s not going to work. It stopped working when you were out of pigtails.”
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but a woman has to do what a woman has to do.
“If you go….you’re cut off.” She nodded seriously at him. He stepped closer to her and smiled that tiny little half smile that pulled at her very soul. Or maybe it was something a little lower than her soul but it made her just ache inside anyway.
“Cut off?” He asked curiously as he brushed the hair out of her face. It made her twitch a little, but she stood her ground as best she could.
“Yes. Cut off. No sex. None.” She pulled back a little and scowled. “I mean it.”
“Of course you do.” He leaned even closer to her. His eyes sparkled in that way that made her heart skip a beat, his breath on her face made her skin prickle in goosebumps and he way he smelled…. Jesus.
“I’m serious.” She said moments before she lost the battle with her own desires. She kissed him so hard it made her lips hurt, and she didn’t give a damn.
He finally pushed her back after opening one eye to look at his watch. “Sweetheart, I’m going to miss my flight.” Jack laughed to keep from feeling awful about leaving, as she clung to his coat like her life depended on it.
“Take me with you.” She begged as he picked each of her fingers off the wool fabric. He repeated the process a few times as she kept reaching back to pull his lips on hers again. “Please. Please. Please.” She pleaded with him between more kisses.
“Liz…I can’t.” He said sadly. It always hurt when he left the BPRD to go back to Torchwood, and vice verse. It was different now. The pain was deeper, and the pull of that responsibility to go back to Cardiff was not as strong as it had once been. Regardless of all of these new feelings, ones that were oddly familiar to him…
“I’m call you the minute I land, will that make you feel better?” He stepped away as her eyes started to flood with tears again. It broke his heart, and he didn’t want her to feel worse. He had to go, now.
She nodded lightly. “When will you be back?” Liz wrapped her sweater around her tightly and dropped her head. She knew he didn’t know the answer. She was used to it, but now it was so much harder.
“Before you know it.” He said the same thing every time he left, and Liz knew that it could mean a month, it could mean years. She hated that he said that.
“Promise?” She always said the same thing, too. She picked her head up a bit when she heard him pull the heavy door to the stairs open
“I promise.” He said with a smile that made her knees weak before he dashed down the stairs.
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood (Bump in the night Verse)
Rating: PG ( mentions of sex)
Word Count:575
Setting: Right before Jack has to go back to Torchwood for the first time after Liz and Jack have just started "dating".
She was bawling. It was louder and there were more tears than she actually wanted to cry, but at this point she wasn’t above a little bit of unfair play.
“Liz,” Jack’s voice was soothing, like the hypno-voice. The trouble is she was wailing so loudly she couldn’t actually hear him, so it didn’t have the desired effect. “That’s not going to work. It stopped working when you were out of pigtails.”
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but a woman has to do what a woman has to do.
“If you go….you’re cut off.” She nodded seriously at him. He stepped closer to her and smiled that tiny little half smile that pulled at her very soul. Or maybe it was something a little lower than her soul but it made her just ache inside anyway.
“Cut off?” He asked curiously as he brushed the hair out of her face. It made her twitch a little, but she stood her ground as best she could.
“Yes. Cut off. No sex. None.” She pulled back a little and scowled. “I mean it.”
“Of course you do.” He leaned even closer to her. His eyes sparkled in that way that made her heart skip a beat, his breath on her face made her skin prickle in goosebumps and he way he smelled…. Jesus.
“I’m serious.” She said moments before she lost the battle with her own desires. She kissed him so hard it made her lips hurt, and she didn’t give a damn.
He finally pushed her back after opening one eye to look at his watch. “Sweetheart, I’m going to miss my flight.” Jack laughed to keep from feeling awful about leaving, as she clung to his coat like her life depended on it.
“Take me with you.” She begged as he picked each of her fingers off the wool fabric. He repeated the process a few times as she kept reaching back to pull his lips on hers again. “Please. Please. Please.” She pleaded with him between more kisses.
“Liz…I can’t.” He said sadly. It always hurt when he left the BPRD to go back to Torchwood, and vice verse. It was different now. The pain was deeper, and the pull of that responsibility to go back to Cardiff was not as strong as it had once been. Regardless of all of these new feelings, ones that were oddly familiar to him…
“I’m call you the minute I land, will that make you feel better?” He stepped away as her eyes started to flood with tears again. It broke his heart, and he didn’t want her to feel worse. He had to go, now.
She nodded lightly. “When will you be back?” Liz wrapped her sweater around her tightly and dropped her head. She knew he didn’t know the answer. She was used to it, but now it was so much harder.
“Before you know it.” He said the same thing every time he left, and Liz knew that it could mean a month, it could mean years. She hated that he said that.
“Promise?” She always said the same thing, too. She picked her head up a bit when she heard him pull the heavy door to the stairs open
“I promise.” He said with a smile that made her knees weak before he dashed down the stairs.
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