Hi all, ok several things:

1. Much as I'd love to, I don't own Torchwood or the characters etc just a big fan!
2. Please R&R, but a word of warning this is my first story I've ever published so be gentle :)
3. There will be more to this obviously. Hopefully, if I can get passed the barrier of the sex scene and my urge to use the word "wang", I'll be able to publish the next chapters in the next 3/4weeks. So here we go ...

"No Rhys! I am my own woman. I can take care of myself!"

"And I am your husband, Gwen! Does that mean nothing to you? Oh, silly Rhys thought Gwen would want her husband to look out for her, but not anymore! She's found someone else to do that now, hasn't she?!"

Rhys stood out of breath, red in the face across the flat from Gwen. She knew what Rhys had just implied and now he'd taken it too far.

Rhys was now adapting the look of a young boy who had just done something wrong and wanted desperately to back peddle but it was too late.

"I didn't ... I'm sorry … I didn't mean … you understand …?"

"What you meant? Yes, I understand perfectly what you meant, Rhys! You think I'd rather be with Jack?" shouted Gwen, without quite the incredulity she'd hoped would come across, as she half-considered that option. She broke eye contact with Rhys, as if he might be able to see into her mind, as if the image of roaming hands on her skin may have flickered across her eyes and given her away.

Fortunately for Gwen, Rhys didn't pick up on the doubt and slunk over to the sofa, sitting down with his head in his hands. He hated arguing with Gwen, however much she asked for it sometimes. Bloody Torchwood.

This was making it worse for Gwen. Rhys had angered her so much and she wasn't ready to forgive him yet: not after some of the things he'd said. Gwen needed time alone to her thoughts. Brushing the hair from her face, she walked to her front door, snatching her keys from her bag which fell to the floor in the doorway.

"Running to Jack, are we?" questioned Rhys' revitalized voice.

She was on the verge of finding a witty remark to comeback at Rhys, when she paused - was she running to Jack? Would that not prove Rhys' point? No. Jack was a friend, nothing more.

"Gwen?" Rhys came towards Gwen. He'd hoped for a straight out denial from Gwen or a response at the very least but there was nothing. "You are going to him? Going crying to the Captain? Will he make it all better? Aww"

"Piss off, Rhys! You know that's not how it is, for God's sake!" Gwen didn't appreciate being patronized, certainly not by someone as naïve and ignorant as Rhys. She flung open their front door, went to step out but her flailing arms were grabbed roughly, as she was hauled back into hallway and slammed against the wall. Rhys clutched her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the lips. Not out of passion or lust but because he needed to make her stay and most of all, prove to Gwen that he was better than Jack fucking Harkness.

Gwen squirmed in his grasp, trying her best not to return his kiss. The point of 'kiss and make up' had long passed this night and she wanted out. Turning her face from Rhys' firm grasp and wrenching his hands off her body, Gwen pushed him away from her. He stumbled backwards, slightly aghast that the Rhys Williams' 'charm' hadn't worked, tripped over Gwen's bag and fell with a thud to the floor. Gwen wasn't in the mood to find this funny and without a second glance or moment's concern for her husband, she left their home; door wide open allowing Rhys' stunned silence to fill the stairway of the block of flats.