MMoM #21: Recess Reset
Title: Recess Reset
Author: hllangel
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Martha/Tosh
Rating: NC17
Notes: As always, thanks to karaokegal for pushing me to get this right. Takes place during Reset
Martha’s undercover assignment was proving to have more downtime than she'd expected, but it would do no good to get up and go wandering before everyone was asleep. And so she lay there, hands under her head, staring at the dark ceiling. Her UNIT training had taught her not to risk using an iPod; (too much risk of distraction) and she couldn’t read because the lights would be a dead giveaway that she wasn’t asleep with the rest of the staff and research subjects.
She was starting to fall into memories of the good times on the TARDIS when the text showed up.
Touch yourself.
She blinked a few times.
“Owen, is that you?” she whispered.
Owen’s out, came the new text.
"Seriously, Jack, I'm working." Martha said, doing her best to imitate the Doctor. "This is no time for your kinky little games."
Jack's gone, too
"Who's there, then?" Martha asked, puzzled. She would expect this from Jack or Owen, but if it wasn't them…
It's Tosh
The last person on Martha's list. Then again, this was Jack's handpicked team, and she should have known better.
Touch yourself, Tosh said again.
Inexplicably, Martha found herself reaching for the button on her jeans and sliding her hand in. UNIT had taught her to follow orders a little too well.
Are you doing it?
“Yes,” Martha responded.
Who are you thinking of?
Martha kept her mouth shut. Tosh didn’t need to know.
Think of Jack
Martha did. She could still feel his strong arms around her, hear the innuendo in his voice as he asked for a UNIT cap. She thought of herself in that cap and nothing else, Jack watching her every move and her skin grew warm. Martha couldn’t help herself, she let out a small groan; Tosh no doubt heard.
She lost the image of Jack when a new text came.
Think of Owen and Gwen
Martha thought of them together, Owen thrusting hard and Gwen’s head tilting back, mouth open in ecstasy. Martha slid two fingers insider herself, trying to mimic Owen's movements. She imagined Gwen's orgasm, started to feel her own building in response, and moved her hand faster.
“I’m close,” she whispered to Tosh.
Think of me
Tosh, so undervalued as part of the team, so pivotal, so beautiful. She hadn't spent much time with Tosh since coming to Torchwood, but Martha wanted more. She imagined that Tosh was in the bed with her, kissing her, stroking her. Martha came, breathing hard, wishing she had a bit of light and a mirror so Tosh could see what she'd done to Martha.
Owen’s coming, Tosh wrote, It’s almost time.
She briefly wondered what Tom would think if he knew where she was and what she was doing, but Martha put all thoughts of him from her mind.
She had a job to do.
Author: hllangel
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Martha/Tosh
Rating: NC17
Notes: As always, thanks to karaokegal for pushing me to get this right. Takes place during Reset
Martha’s undercover assignment was proving to have more downtime than she'd expected, but it would do no good to get up and go wandering before everyone was asleep. And so she lay there, hands under her head, staring at the dark ceiling. Her UNIT training had taught her not to risk using an iPod; (too much risk of distraction) and she couldn’t read because the lights would be a dead giveaway that she wasn’t asleep with the rest of the staff and research subjects.
She was starting to fall into memories of the good times on the TARDIS when the text showed up.
Touch yourself.
She blinked a few times.
“Owen, is that you?” she whispered.
Owen’s out, came the new text.
"Seriously, Jack, I'm working." Martha said, doing her best to imitate the Doctor. "This is no time for your kinky little games."
Jack's gone, too
"Who's there, then?" Martha asked, puzzled. She would expect this from Jack or Owen, but if it wasn't them…
It's Tosh
The last person on Martha's list. Then again, this was Jack's handpicked team, and she should have known better.
Touch yourself, Tosh said again.
Inexplicably, Martha found herself reaching for the button on her jeans and sliding her hand in. UNIT had taught her to follow orders a little too well.
Are you doing it?
“Yes,” Martha responded.
Who are you thinking of?
Martha kept her mouth shut. Tosh didn’t need to know.
Think of Jack
Martha did. She could still feel his strong arms around her, hear the innuendo in his voice as he asked for a UNIT cap. She thought of herself in that cap and nothing else, Jack watching her every move and her skin grew warm. Martha couldn’t help herself, she let out a small groan; Tosh no doubt heard.
She lost the image of Jack when a new text came.
Think of Owen and Gwen
Martha thought of them together, Owen thrusting hard and Gwen’s head tilting back, mouth open in ecstasy. Martha slid two fingers insider herself, trying to mimic Owen's movements. She imagined Gwen's orgasm, started to feel her own building in response, and moved her hand faster.
“I’m close,” she whispered to Tosh.
Think of me
Tosh, so undervalued as part of the team, so pivotal, so beautiful. She hadn't spent much time with Tosh since coming to Torchwood, but Martha wanted more. She imagined that Tosh was in the bed with her, kissing her, stroking her. Martha came, breathing hard, wishing she had a bit of light and a mirror so Tosh could see what she'd done to Martha.
Owen’s coming, Tosh wrote, It’s almost time.
She briefly wondered what Tom would think if he knew where she was and what she was doing, but Martha put all thoughts of him from her mind.
She had a job to do.