Word Count: ~1300
Warnings: SEX. Again. I am apparently in a mood. PWP. Vaguely fluffy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, its employees - I mean, er, characters. Really, I own a computer and an imagination. That's about it. Both of those things do not make me any money.
(It was the restlessness of it all, the way the sounds converged and refused to be blocked, that made the thing unbearable)