Meila kept tapping her foot over and over again on the floor of her bedroom, her mind thinking over the argument she had just had with her now ex-boyfriend. She slammed her hand down on her dresser before taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down. "Alright... that does it," she growled as she made her way down the stairs of the Torchwood hub. "Jack, what the hell were you thinking? Drugging my boyfriend just because you're jealous of him?" she asked, shoving a finger into his chest, making sure it hurt him a bit, to make a point.
Meila looked like some 18 year old school girl, but in reality she was a 600-year-old Time Lord, though she had kept this truth hidden from Jack until recently. It was more Ianto who had brought it to their boss's attention, which only made Jack even more protective of her. Meila had light blonde hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin. Her body was an athletic build, with small breasts and a tight ass. She stood at 5'4" and weighed 120 lbs, all muscle. One thing that made her so attractive to most men was her temper and how cute she looked when she was angry.
"I should send your ass back to your room and tie you up again," she growled before shaking her head. "Thanks to you, he broke up with me." she hissed then spun around and made her way to her desk where she slipped into her chair. She pulled her headphones on over her ears and began typing away at a report, trying to ignore him now. Biting her lip, Meila ran her fingers through her hair and gritted her teeth tightly. "You really know how to get on my nerves, and you should be proud of it either." she went on saying.<|im_end|>
Jack loved it when Meila was angry, the way her brow furrowed and she got these little dimples in her cheeks that made her look even younger. He imagined sex with her when she was angry would be quite an event. But then she might try to kill him so, you know, swings and roundabouts. It was true, he had been jealous of her boyfriend, but then her boyfriend had also been a dick and not someone he wanted anywhere near Torchwood. He couldn't help but feel a frisson of excitement at the thought of Meila tying him up again, but he quickly shook the image away and strode over to her.
"You might want to remember who's in charge around here," Jack said, trying to sound authoritative. "We don't need dead wood like...him hanging around causing distractions." He paused for emphasis, but he wasn't even sure she was listening to him. He tried to soften his tone a little. "Look we're getting some strange anomalous readings coming through the rift. Temporal waves. I'm not sure what they mean, so if you could apply your massive intellect to that I'd be most grateful." Too patronizing? He thought maybe yes, but what the hell.
Jack spun on his heel and marched away to his office, just as Ianto's boyish face appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Don't let him get to you," Ianto said in his sweet Welsh lilt, "He's just a big pussycat really." Ianto smiled. He was in love with Jack, but there was something about Meila that stirred something in him he'd never experienced in relation to a woman before. Even a 600 year old time lord woman.<|im_end|>