Sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I've had a serious case of writer's block. Honestly, it was so bad that when I was assigned to write an essay for class, my sister had to threaten me with a metal bat to get me to finally attempt to do it.

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Round 4

"This is such a pain in the arse," Owen whined.

Tosh and Ianto immediately looked at him with confused expressions.

"They are just on the verge of naked wrestling, that thing you've been excited about all week and now you think it's a pain in the arse?" Ianto retorted.

"Well, yeah that's exciting and yes spiritually I'm jumping up and down, but…look at them. They love each other. They won't admit it. It's getting too emotional for my liking is all I'm saying," he answered as his foot tapped madly up and down and he began to figit.

Tosh couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You've gone soft," Tosh told him.

"No, I'm just…I'm just…I'm not…Oh shit," Owen swore as realization hit him. Dead life makes you soft, he supposed, "Why doesn't Jack just tell her he loves her already?"

"I don't know. Why don't you ask him? The loud speaker is on," Tosh pointed to where Ianto's elbow was pressing the button down and Ianto made a guilty face as he hastily removed his elbow.

Gwen was pale. Well, considering the mud, what could be seen of her was pale and she was frowning. She kept her eyes down until after a moment of silence from upstairs when she finally lifted her head to look at Jack who was carrying a whole different theme with him.

Owen immediately clapped his hand over his mouth and began to swear every swear possible in the English language, then what he knew of Welsh after hearing Gwen mutter them so many times followed by some rather accomplished French and one German. Tosh couldn't help, but look impressed.

They looked on in interest to see where this would lead to.

Jack was a mixture of emotions, but he did a wonderful job of hiding it as he finally looked at Gwen. She was expecting some kind of response. The problem was there was no right response. In a situation like this the right response was always usually the wrong response. Oh, he was going to kill Owen for the final and last time for this!

Gwen was looking at him almost pleadingly not to say something both might later regret, but she still wanted an answer. The intense look she was giving him made him forget about the lust that had been gradually building and something…something else took its place. Care? The will to protect her from him? The desire to kiss her and pour every ounce of what he felt into her with the simple gesture? Feelings he was too afraid to face and if he did he most certainly did not want to remember they were mud wrestling just minutes before he did tell her.

"Jack?" Gwen asked, her tone normal, nothing hopeful or scared, but normal or as normal as she could manage with her heart hammering in her ears and the fear that at any second he was just going to walk away from her because it was too domestic or too emotional for him to handle.

He breathed heavily. He could feel defenses falling down as his urge to make her his was becoming greater by the second. Dammit Owen! But the medic had a point. He…he…Oh Harkness he yelled at himself, just tell her you love her!

Yes, this ex-police cop had managed to break him down, ground him to earth, make him want to live again and again and again. He loved her. He wanted her. And that was precisely the reason he stopped himself from giving in.

"What do you want me to say?" he breathed.

Gwen was confused by this answer. As usual he had avoided the question. Her anger and sadness deepened in her stomach like an endless pit and she suddenly felt very sick. Just very sick of all this. Gwen had a feeling Jack was going to kill Owen, but just for good measure she would take a few shots at him too. She too was not ready to face the subject full in the face.

"I…I don't want to do this anymore," Gwen said as she backed away pulling off the straps on her hands and pulling at the knob on the exit door, "Open the door guys."

"Gwen, you made a deal," Ianto said into the loud speaker.

The team couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"I don't care. I don't care anymore. I'll do whatever I have to do, but I don't want to do this anymore, not today," she tried to stop her voice from breaking.

The room was becoming smaller and smaller. She kept her back to Jack who was seemingly still in contemplation, but that possibility passed when she felt two big hands hold her shoulders steadily.

"Jack-"

"-Shh," he cooed.

"Ianto will you please open the door."

"Ianto don't touch a damn button."

"Ianto the door."

"Ianto the coffee."

"Jack, stop I've had enough fun and games for one day," Gwen said wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"There are things. You have to understand, Gwen," Jack started.

"And I know what those things are, so let it go Jack," she told him.

"Our conversation wasn't finished," he told her.

He had no idea what he was doing, but every time he hurt this woman he hurt inside too and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"It sounded finished," she turned to him.

"Well, it wasn't."

"All right then. Finish it. Look, I understand what kind of position Owen put you in, but the least you can do-"

Jack's head moved faster then his usual speed driving as his lips collided with hers, kissing her with extreme force holding her head in place. His tongue danced with hers in a heat of the moment. She grabbed his head and gave it her all, nibbling on his lips as she didn't hesitate. Small breaths and gasps escaped from both parties and Gwen even moaned when Jack did this…

"Oh that is hot," Owen made suggestive gestures with his eyes.

Tosh quirked an eyebrow and then understood, smirking a bit as they both discreetly left Ianto by himself.

Ianto held the stopwatch and was timing Gwen and Jack until they finally broke apart which was quite awhile.

"Eight and a half minutes," he said after a while, "Wow, now that is…Guys?" He finally looked behind him when no one answered to find that Tosh and Owen were missing, "Tosh? Owen?"

No answer.

"Tosh?! Owen?!"

"Oh God!"

Ianto's eyes widened when he realized two things. First, that the voice came from farther down the halls and secondly it most certainly wasn't Gwen's whose went back to making love to Jack's mouth in the mud room.

He turned back to the footage of Jack and Gwen.

"I do l-" he started, but she cut him off with her hands.

"I know, but the time isn't right. Not yet," she gasped.

He nodded and kissed her again.

Jack pushed Gwen against the wall and ran his hands all over her. Gwen made a hole in his t-shirt and aggressively just tore it off. Jack growled trying for some of her clothes, but Gwen only pushed him into the mud pit.

"Up for some naked mud wrestling Captain," she said as she settled herself on top of him.

Jack put a hand on her chest for good measure and pressed a few buttons on his watch. The camera signal was immediately blocked.

"Now where were we?" Jack asked Gwen.

"I believe we were about to get down and dirty," Gwen mused as they sat in the mud.

"Well I've always liked a challenge," he answered as he gave her a quick peck.

"Well I'm a fighter, you got me there. I especially like to win."

"Tough, sweetie. I always win."

Ianto stared at the screen in disbelief. After all this they still hadn't admitted how they felt through words, but they were still going to shag anyway. Owen was going to be pretty pissed when he found out that it wasn't recorded.

Ianto was having problems of his own too. Everyone in the Hub was too busy shagging and he just sat there.

Suddenly his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D. A text message from his own lover asking if he wanted to come over for a quickie. Could not have chosen a better time, he thought, as he stood up and made for the Cog door.

Maybe he could convince them of taking a mud bath!

FIN!