Donna/Jack Fic: Inappropriate Poetry
Fic: Inappropriate Poetry
Author: ladychi
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
Rating: Oh, Adult.
Summary: Donna takes off her bra and Jack can't resist. I wish it were more complicated than that... Really. It's just porn. This is what I do when I get Writer's Block. I write porn! Porn porn porn. (Kind of funny porn. But still, porn. Did I mention it's porn?)
Inappropriate Poetry
"Oh, thank God," Donna said, bending over just a bit as she released the clasps on her bra and let her breasts sway freely. Deftly, she removed the garment from her body without taking off her t-shirt and flopped to the bed to stare at the ceiling.
"You've got gorgeous tits, you know," Jack said, conversationally from the doorway.
"Oi." Donna half-heartedly protested, but didn't make a move to cover herself up (why would she, she was still wearing the shirt, after all -- it wasn't like Jack Harkness had x-ray vision. That he'd told her of). "Don't you have Weevils to blow up or something, space man?"
"Or something. Still -- it's hard not to be distracted." He gestured. "I mean, wow."
"I thought you fancied more of the sticks than the leaves," Donna said, closing her eyes and firmly ignoring him.
"Me? I fancy anything that moves." Jack stepped into the room and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Or didn't you hear that?"
"You know, for a bloke that's supposed to be shagging everyone and everybody you sure don't get around much," Donna observed. "In all the time I've known you it's all talk and no action."
"Keep taking your bra off in front of me and I'll show you action."
Donna laughed. "Yeah bloody right. Take a walk, Captain Jack Harkness. Blokes like you don't make passes on women like me, and more's the pity, that's what I say, but it's not up to me, is it? And you're getting awfully bloody close."
"I meant what I said and I said what I meant," Jack whispered. "When I say 'wow', Donna Noble, I mean wow." He was halfway across the room before she'd even had a chance to blink. "Can I..." he gestured at her chest, and Donna found herself blushing fiercely -- one of the things she hated most about being a redhead.
"Can you... what?" Donna hissed.
"I would very much like the opportunity," Jack said in his husky voice, climbing in bed next to her and somehow encompassing all of the free space left on it, "to play with your breasts. And your other... bits. If I may."
It was all a bit overwhelming: the heat of his breath on her skin, the charm he had turned up to its highest level, and the pure joy in his eyes at the prospect of... well... her.
"All right, well. You don't have to be a tosser about it, just... get on with it then."
"Oh, I intend to," Jack muttered, and then beamed at her. "Don't have to tell me twice."
His mouth was on her first, encompassing the whole of her nipple through her t-shirt as he sucked powerfully, drawing uncertain arousal to full-blown need in a manner of seconds. Donna arched up into him, grabbing his shoulders and biting her lip. His other hand crept up her body and gently massaged her other breast as he drank in the taste of her through the cotton.
It was embarrassing, how fast the need lit up in her for more, but Donna had already decided that, fuck it, if she was going to sleep with Jack Harkness she wasn't about to do it half-way, and she sat up, rolling Jack over onto his back and pushing his t-shirt up, shivering as the wet spot on her own t-shirt latched on to her breast. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she sucked until it was a hard pebble and then nipped it with her teeth.
Jack yelped but pistoned his hips underneath of her. "Ha! So that's the way you like it. Donna the dominatrix?"
"Don't get cheeky, Captain. It's just a little nip."
"So maybe you like it the other way around, then." Jack's grin was mischievous as he flipped her over and unzipped her jeans, sliding them halfway down her thighs and pushing her panties out of the way. Sliding one finger into her slit, her caressed her over and over again between her cunt and her clit while his mouth worked up her stomach, up to the breast he'd already brought to life -- and then he pinched it roughly just as he slid a finger inside of her.
Donna gasped and fought the urge to hit him, unsure of whether her anger was because it hurt or because it had actually turned her on. Jack looked her over and furrowed his brow.
"Not that then. Well." He grinned. "I like a challenge."
Donna couldn't for the life of her figure out what was challenging about her sexuality -- not thirty seconds into the encounter and she was ready to go off like a rocket, but she wasn't about to let the egotistical bastard see that.
"You're going to have to do better than that."
"Captain."
"What?" Donna looked up at him, fighting the urge to adjust her hips so that he'd move already, damnit.
"I like the way you say my name. Captain. It's like pure sex. Say it." He twisted the finger inside of her.
"Make me come and then we'll talk about it," Donna muttered, unable to believe herself.
"Sold!" Jack ripped her t-shirt off her head and set about his work with the true joy of a connoisseur, trailing his mouth down, down, and down her body to her very center, where he didn't remove the knickers he'd so easily shoved aside. He buried his nose there, rubbing against her clit with the very tip of it and sending sparks throughout her whole body.
Donna wanted to call his name, beg for more or make demands, but she couldn't go back now. She bit her lip as his tongue flicked out and touched the opening of her sex. Over and over and over again it teased entrance but didn't penetrate. Just when she was ready to grab the tongue from his head and shove it inside her, he did it, pressing that thick, flexible muscle all the way inside of her just as he circled her clit with his finger.
She felt as though she bowed in the center as the climax ripped through her. She knew, of course, that she'd done nothing of the kind, but it left her feeling breathless, satisfied but not ready to quit.
"My name." Jack's visage rose over her, tenderly pushing wisps of hair away from her sweaty face. It came to her, in a flash, what she must look like -- and she felt the quick pull of embarrassment. "Donna, baby. My name."
"Jack." Donna felt a smile tug on her lips at the look on his face. "What, isn't that your name?"
"Might as well be. I've used it all these years. I was looking for Captain. Maybe O Captain, My Captain?" He grinned at her, pulling his own t-shirt off and slipping off trousers and pants faster than she'd seen anyone disrobe.
His heavy erection eased any lingering doubts. He wanted her, that much was obvious. "Yeah bloody right."
"I seem to recall you saying that earlier in the evening," Jack muttered, "and then being proven horribly, horribly wrong."
She sat up and reached for him, drawing him down for a kiss -- hot and fluid as his cock pressed into her stomach and suddenly she felt incredibly empty. Curiously, she gripped his sex and squeezed, her eyes fluttering open at the low groan the Captain released. She pushed the skin back and forth, leaning forward to play with his balls, somehow getting more enjoyment out of this than any other hand job she'd ever given as Jack grew in her hand and hardened even more.
"That's good," he muttered, and pulled away from her, lining himself up at her entrance. "Only, I know one surefire way to make you say my name... and it doesn't work if I come all over you."
"Not on the first date, you don't," Donna sighed. "And you're taking me out for dinner after this. I'm not some cheap floozy you can just waltz all over."
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said with a grin, and pushed inside of her.
The first thrust took her by surprise, but then a grin spread over her face, and she met him, stroke for stroke, like it was some competition to see who could drive the other over first. The sounds they made weren't censored or shushed and Donna found herself lost in the rhythm, the way Jack held one of her hands, the feel of the sheets underneath of her body as she pushed back and forth.
It came upon her suddenly, breaking over her like a wave, no less intense but somehow less immediate, and as soon as she had gone up and over, Jack released, coming with a shout inside of her.
Just like that. Just as suddenly as it had began, it was over. Jack separated from her and rolled over, staring at the ceiling.
"Can I just say? You still have amazing tits. I mean. Wow."
Donna smirked. "Thank you."
Jack sat up and looked down at her. "Round two? You still haven't called me Captain."
"Got to buy me a drink first since you got the first round in free," Donna said, slipping her panties back into place and reaching for jeans, missing Jack's sudden stiffening behind her. "You coming?"
"Oh, repeatedly," Jack muttered, and reached for his pants with a smile on his face.
Author: ladychi
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
Rating: Oh, Adult.
Summary: Donna takes off her bra and Jack can't resist. I wish it were more complicated than that... Really. It's just porn. This is what I do when I get Writer's Block. I write porn! Porn porn porn. (Kind of funny porn. But still, porn. Did I mention it's porn?)
Inappropriate Poetry
"Oh, thank God," Donna said, bending over just a bit as she released the clasps on her bra and let her breasts sway freely. Deftly, she removed the garment from her body without taking off her t-shirt and flopped to the bed to stare at the ceiling.
"You've got gorgeous tits, you know," Jack said, conversationally from the doorway.
"Oi." Donna half-heartedly protested, but didn't make a move to cover herself up (why would she, she was still wearing the shirt, after all -- it wasn't like Jack Harkness had x-ray vision. That he'd told her of). "Don't you have Weevils to blow up or something, space man?"
"Or something. Still -- it's hard not to be distracted." He gestured. "I mean, wow."
"I thought you fancied more of the sticks than the leaves," Donna said, closing her eyes and firmly ignoring him.
"Me? I fancy anything that moves." Jack stepped into the room and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Or didn't you hear that?"
"You know, for a bloke that's supposed to be shagging everyone and everybody you sure don't get around much," Donna observed. "In all the time I've known you it's all talk and no action."
"Keep taking your bra off in front of me and I'll show you action."
Donna laughed. "Yeah bloody right. Take a walk, Captain Jack Harkness. Blokes like you don't make passes on women like me, and more's the pity, that's what I say, but it's not up to me, is it? And you're getting awfully bloody close."
"I meant what I said and I said what I meant," Jack whispered. "When I say 'wow', Donna Noble, I mean wow." He was halfway across the room before she'd even had a chance to blink. "Can I..." he gestured at her chest, and Donna found herself blushing fiercely -- one of the things she hated most about being a redhead.
"Can you... what?" Donna hissed.
"I would very much like the opportunity," Jack said in his husky voice, climbing in bed next to her and somehow encompassing all of the free space left on it, "to play with your breasts. And your other... bits. If I may."
It was all a bit overwhelming: the heat of his breath on her skin, the charm he had turned up to its highest level, and the pure joy in his eyes at the prospect of... well... her.
"All right, well. You don't have to be a tosser about it, just... get on with it then."
"Oh, I intend to," Jack muttered, and then beamed at her. "Don't have to tell me twice."
His mouth was on her first, encompassing the whole of her nipple through her t-shirt as he sucked powerfully, drawing uncertain arousal to full-blown need in a manner of seconds. Donna arched up into him, grabbing his shoulders and biting her lip. His other hand crept up her body and gently massaged her other breast as he drank in the taste of her through the cotton.
It was embarrassing, how fast the need lit up in her for more, but Donna had already decided that, fuck it, if she was going to sleep with Jack Harkness she wasn't about to do it half-way, and she sat up, rolling Jack over onto his back and pushing his t-shirt up, shivering as the wet spot on her own t-shirt latched on to her breast. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she sucked until it was a hard pebble and then nipped it with her teeth.
Jack yelped but pistoned his hips underneath of her. "Ha! So that's the way you like it. Donna the dominatrix?"
"Don't get cheeky, Captain. It's just a little nip."
"So maybe you like it the other way around, then." Jack's grin was mischievous as he flipped her over and unzipped her jeans, sliding them halfway down her thighs and pushing her panties out of the way. Sliding one finger into her slit, her caressed her over and over again between her cunt and her clit while his mouth worked up her stomach, up to the breast he'd already brought to life -- and then he pinched it roughly just as he slid a finger inside of her.
Donna gasped and fought the urge to hit him, unsure of whether her anger was because it hurt or because it had actually turned her on. Jack looked her over and furrowed his brow.
"Not that then. Well." He grinned. "I like a challenge."
Donna couldn't for the life of her figure out what was challenging about her sexuality -- not thirty seconds into the encounter and she was ready to go off like a rocket, but she wasn't about to let the egotistical bastard see that.
"You're going to have to do better than that."
"Captain."
"What?" Donna looked up at him, fighting the urge to adjust her hips so that he'd move already, damnit.
"I like the way you say my name. Captain. It's like pure sex. Say it." He twisted the finger inside of her.
"Make me come and then we'll talk about it," Donna muttered, unable to believe herself.
"Sold!" Jack ripped her t-shirt off her head and set about his work with the true joy of a connoisseur, trailing his mouth down, down, and down her body to her very center, where he didn't remove the knickers he'd so easily shoved aside. He buried his nose there, rubbing against her clit with the very tip of it and sending sparks throughout her whole body.
Donna wanted to call his name, beg for more or make demands, but she couldn't go back now. She bit her lip as his tongue flicked out and touched the opening of her sex. Over and over and over again it teased entrance but didn't penetrate. Just when she was ready to grab the tongue from his head and shove it inside her, he did it, pressing that thick, flexible muscle all the way inside of her just as he circled her clit with his finger.
She felt as though she bowed in the center as the climax ripped through her. She knew, of course, that she'd done nothing of the kind, but it left her feeling breathless, satisfied but not ready to quit.
"My name." Jack's visage rose over her, tenderly pushing wisps of hair away from her sweaty face. It came to her, in a flash, what she must look like -- and she felt the quick pull of embarrassment. "Donna, baby. My name."
"Jack." Donna felt a smile tug on her lips at the look on his face. "What, isn't that your name?"
"Might as well be. I've used it all these years. I was looking for Captain. Maybe O Captain, My Captain?" He grinned at her, pulling his own t-shirt off and slipping off trousers and pants faster than she'd seen anyone disrobe.
His heavy erection eased any lingering doubts. He wanted her, that much was obvious. "Yeah bloody right."
"I seem to recall you saying that earlier in the evening," Jack muttered, "and then being proven horribly, horribly wrong."
She sat up and reached for him, drawing him down for a kiss -- hot and fluid as his cock pressed into her stomach and suddenly she felt incredibly empty. Curiously, she gripped his sex and squeezed, her eyes fluttering open at the low groan the Captain released. She pushed the skin back and forth, leaning forward to play with his balls, somehow getting more enjoyment out of this than any other hand job she'd ever given as Jack grew in her hand and hardened even more.
"That's good," he muttered, and pulled away from her, lining himself up at her entrance. "Only, I know one surefire way to make you say my name... and it doesn't work if I come all over you."
"Not on the first date, you don't," Donna sighed. "And you're taking me out for dinner after this. I'm not some cheap floozy you can just waltz all over."
"Yes, ma'am," Jack said with a grin, and pushed inside of her.
The first thrust took her by surprise, but then a grin spread over her face, and she met him, stroke for stroke, like it was some competition to see who could drive the other over first. The sounds they made weren't censored or shushed and Donna found herself lost in the rhythm, the way Jack held one of her hands, the feel of the sheets underneath of her body as she pushed back and forth.
It came upon her suddenly, breaking over her like a wave, no less intense but somehow less immediate, and as soon as she had gone up and over, Jack released, coming with a shout inside of her.
Just like that. Just as suddenly as it had began, it was over. Jack separated from her and rolled over, staring at the ceiling.
"Can I just say? You still have amazing tits. I mean. Wow."
Donna smirked. "Thank you."
Jack sat up and looked down at her. "Round two? You still haven't called me Captain."
"Got to buy me a drink first since you got the first round in free," Donna said, slipping her panties back into place and reaching for jeans, missing Jack's sudden stiffening behind her. "You coming?"
"Oh, repeatedly," Jack muttered, and reached for his pants with a smile on his face.