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badly_knittedTitle: Armed And Sexy – Follows ‘Propositions’
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badly_knittedCharacters: Andy Davidson, John Hart.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 701
Spoilers: A few weeks after Exit Wounds, maybe.
Summary: John Hart is like a walking arsenal, and that should probably bother Andy more than it does…
Written For: The prompt ‘Any, any, “I think most people would find that threatening”,’ at
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threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
This is surreal. All the way back to his flat, Andy wasn’t convinced that the whole evening wasn’t some kind of bizarre dream, and even now they’re here, he still keeps expecting to wake up and find himself alone in bed. So far, that hasn’t happened, so he’s just going to roll with it, for as long as it lasts, because waking up would be disappointing when he’s anticipating… something. It’s about time he broke his dry spell, and more that that, if Hart is anywhere near as good in bed as Ianto claims Harkness is, it’s going to be a night to remember. If he survives it, which is by no means guaranteed. Harkness did warn him about this bloke.
Nevertheless, he didn’t come this far just to chicken out. Lying on the bed in his flat, Andy watches avidly as John Hart proceeds to remove a truly formidable arsenal of weapons from various recesses in his clothing; there are far more than seems at all reasonable, even for such an unreasonable, and reputedly violent, man.
Actually, the weapons make it pretty clear that John’s reputation is fully deserved. There are the swords, of course, it would be hard to hide those, and Andy probably should have arrested John back at the bar simply for carrying them, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg. There are also three guns that may or may not be of alien design, seven knives of various lengths, what looks like a wire garotte, something that might be some form of taser, other items that looks suspiciously like small grenades, a length of rope, and maybe a dozen bits and pieces Andy can’t even begin to guess at. How Hart manages to conceal all that is a mystery.
It’s a formidable array, and that’s sort of a problem because the law really doesn’t allow people to wander the streets with enough weapons for a small army. Then again, from what Harkness has told him, John is an army of one. He’s still breaking the law though, and Andy shouldn’t be allowing that, but at least for the moment he’s got Hart and his weapons off the streets, which means he’s done his duty as a police officer. Up to a point. It’ll do for now.
“Is this bothering you?” John asks, smirking wickedly, which just seems to emphasise those razor-sharp cheekbones. His eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that Andy decides he likes. A lot.
Andy smiles back, lounging on the bed, already naked, with his hands behind his head, trying to appear unconcerned, which surprisingly enough, he mostly is. “I think most people would find that a bit threatening. It looks like you’re prepared for all-out war, taking on the opposition singlehandedly or something, but…” He trails off, looking thoughtful, studying Hart and the pile of armaments on the top of the dresser, scattered amongst Andy’s personal clutter.
“But what, sweet cheeks?” Hart’s smirk edges towards an outright leer.
“Don’t call me that.” Andy frowns.
“What should I call you then? Blondie? Legs?”
“How about Andy, since that’s my name?”
“Boring. Anyway, I asked you a question, which you haven’t answered yet.”
“Yeah, right. I was just wondering how you manage to carry all that everywhere without dropping anything.”
“See, this is why I like you, Blondie; you don’t ask the usual questions.”
“Are you going to answer that one?” Andy raises an eyebrow.
Hart considers for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not right now, but if you’re very good, maybe later on I’ll show you.”
“Fair enough. Now get those clothes off and get over here. I didn’t bring you back here to talk.”
“Oh yeah, definitely liking you!” John shed his clothes even faster and more efficiently than he had his weapons. “Won’t do to keep you waiting!”
“I should think not.”
Then Hart is on the bed with him, claiming his lips in the kind of kiss that would leave anyone breathless and wanting more, and after THAT, Andy’s brain reaches sensation overload and stops working. His last coherent thought is that if Hart DOES decide to kill him, at least he’s going to die happy.
TBC in ‘Slip Of The Tongue’
Nevertheless, he didn’t come this far just to chicken out. Lying on the bed in his flat, Andy watches avidly as John Hart proceeds to remove a truly formidable arsenal of weapons from various recesses in his clothing; there are far more than seems at all reasonable, even for such an unreasonable, and reputedly violent, man.
Actually, the weapons make it pretty clear that John’s reputation is fully deserved. There are the swords, of course, it would be hard to hide those, and Andy probably should have arrested John back at the bar simply for carrying them, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg. There are also three guns that may or may not be of alien design, seven knives of various lengths, what looks like a wire garotte, something that might be some form of taser, other items that looks suspiciously like small grenades, a length of rope, and maybe a dozen bits and pieces Andy can’t even begin to guess at. How Hart manages to conceal all that is a mystery.
It’s a formidable array, and that’s sort of a problem because the law really doesn’t allow people to wander the streets with enough weapons for a small army. Then again, from what Harkness has told him, John is an army of one. He’s still breaking the law though, and Andy shouldn’t be allowing that, but at least for the moment he’s got Hart and his weapons off the streets, which means he’s done his duty as a police officer. Up to a point. It’ll do for now.
“Is this bothering you?” John asks, smirking wickedly, which just seems to emphasise those razor-sharp cheekbones. His eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that Andy decides he likes. A lot.
Andy smiles back, lounging on the bed, already naked, with his hands behind his head, trying to appear unconcerned, which surprisingly enough, he mostly is. “I think most people would find that a bit threatening. It looks like you’re prepared for all-out war, taking on the opposition singlehandedly or something, but…” He trails off, looking thoughtful, studying Hart and the pile of armaments on the top of the dresser, scattered amongst Andy’s personal clutter.
“But what, sweet cheeks?” Hart’s smirk edges towards an outright leer.
“Don’t call me that.” Andy frowns.
“What should I call you then? Blondie? Legs?”
“How about Andy, since that’s my name?”
“Boring. Anyway, I asked you a question, which you haven’t answered yet.”
“Yeah, right. I was just wondering how you manage to carry all that everywhere without dropping anything.”
“See, this is why I like you, Blondie; you don’t ask the usual questions.”
“Are you going to answer that one?” Andy raises an eyebrow.
Hart considers for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not right now, but if you’re very good, maybe later on I’ll show you.”
“Fair enough. Now get those clothes off and get over here. I didn’t bring you back here to talk.”
“Oh yeah, definitely liking you!” John shed his clothes even faster and more efficiently than he had his weapons. “Won’t do to keep you waiting!”
“I should think not.”
Then Hart is on the bed with him, claiming his lips in the kind of kiss that would leave anyone breathless and wanting more, and after THAT, Andy’s brain reaches sensation overload and stops working. His last coherent thought is that if Hart DOES decide to kill him, at least he’s going to die happy.
TBC in ‘Slip Of The Tongue’
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Date: 2026-06-13 08:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-06-13 09:22 pm (UTC)(Hart, if you don't already know, was played by James Marsters, who also played Spike on Buffy).
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