Title: Like Pleasure, Like Pain
By: timber-z
Character/Pairing: Gwen/Tosh
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: For everything we've seen so far.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. No money being made, no offense intended
Word Count: 679 Words
A/N: Huge thank you to karaokegal for the beta and support.

“Kiss me, Tosh,” Gwen thinks, maybe whispers, into the ear that is so temptingly close to her mouth.. Of course Tosh complies, because she always complies. She craves and she loves, so naturally she craves love.

 
Always
 
Love is what Gwen would give her all the time if she had it.
 
They fall to the bed and Gwen lays gently on top of her, biting tenderly on her lower lip, right hand moving to Tosh’s breast, left hand  carding through her hair, sweeping it out of her eyes, hips clamping hips, toes tangling.
 
Tosh’s hair is the opposite to Gwen’s. Whereas Gwen can barely run a comb through hers on a good day, Tosh’s slips through her fingers: smooth, fine, almost cold in it’s silkiness. Tosh smiles warmly and Gwen can’t help but answer it with one of her own.  
 
Tosh’s eyes sparkle and Gwen kisses her harder, pushing her tongue in, using one hand to keep her head still while another hand moves down even lower, spreading widely across the flat stomach making Tosh’s breath catch in her throat as Gwen runs a nail across the dip of her navel. Gwen knows what’s being offered, and she wants to take it all, then give it back, and then take it all again.  
 
They’re naked now and Gwen stares lovingly at the beauty of Tosh’s skin in the low light of the room, her dark nipples, speckled against the full breasts, the soft skin of her flat stomach. Gwen fits her mouth, her hands, her lips on every dip and crevice.   Tosh is still smiling, open and unguarded, and Gwen can’t help but kiss her; on the mouth, on each cheek, light kisses to both of her eyes. Gentle kisses, Gwen knows they are just gentle kisses. 
 
Gwen drops her head down and sucks desperately at one of Tosh’s nipples, circling the other with her fingers, gently biting and pinching, Tosh plunges her hands into Gwen’s hair, holding her still, as if out of fear of more pinches and bites, like someone has done this to her before and took it too far, as if Gwen could possibly hurt her. Gwen carries on licking, soothing, she trails her other hand down Tosh’s side, caressing her buttock, the outside of her thigh, before eventually moving her hand in to touch even further, making Tosh arch up, allowing Gwen easier access to slip a finger inside. 
 
Gwen lifts herself up so she’s resting on her elbow, high up enough to watch Tosh’s face as she adds another finger, thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Tosh’s hand scrabble in the bed sheets, occasionally reaching for Gwen, but never quite making it as Gwen pushes in deeper, bending down to nuzzle Tosh’s arched neck. Gwen doesn’t even need touching, she knows she could come just from doing this. 
 
This, which could go on forever, it’s so beautiful and perfect. Tosh is beautiful and perfect, making whimpering sounds of satisfaction, gasps of pleasure and Gwen is just so happy to be the one giving her this bliss. Gwen could do this forever, in the cocoon of this room, this bed, this friend. Tosh cries out and Gwen grins, looking up, wanting to see the pleasure on Tosh’s face…
 
Why has Tosh’s face gone slack, not a bit like orgasm but exactly like pain?
 
Gwen looks down and finds that the wetness on her fingers is now blood.
 
The sounds of pleasure echoing in Gwen’s ears have become a death rattle.
 
“No Tosh, No..” Gwen begs, she can’t watch this again, she can’t.
 
But Tosh is gazing upwards into space, not out of ecstasy, but because the life has gone out of them. Gwen can’t do a thing except clutch her hand, stroke the hair out of Tosh’s eyes and...
 
Wake up with her hand in her own underwear and hot tears pooling on the pillow behind her ears. Her breath catches and her body shudders as she tries to sob quietly so as not to wake Rhys for the fifth night in a row.