Torchwood - fic - Materially Corrupted, Jack/Harriet Derbyshire, R/15
Oh, here’s some more, then, mad_jaks and aeron_lanart ;)
Title - Materially Corrupted
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack Harkness/Harriet Derbyshire
Rating - R/15, a little porn
Length - 870 words
Spoilers - 2.3 To The Last Man
Summary - Jack also bought some hair decorations in Japan; prompt from the recent Het Porn Battle used: Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Harriet Derbyshire, silk
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
follows straight on from Material Corruption
Materially Corrupted
by Laura
A couple of days later, much to Jack’s delight, (and Gerald’s, it appears, when he catches his boss looking at her) Harriet’s wearing the red silk, just over knee-length kimono. Okay, she’s got it as a sort of blouse, accompanied by black trousers, but Jack’s pleased; he didn’t really count on her being brave enough to even do that, so quickly.
Long practice and much experience, though, have taught him that the quiet ones, which the lovely Miss Derbyshire is definitely among, take time, and often a hell of a lot of effort, on both their parts, but, oh, the eventual rewards.
So, Jack’s perfectly happy to wait, and save the rest of his Japanese treasures for when Harriet’s wearing the kimono completely on its own, savouring the feel of the silk against her skin; soft, cool, sensual.
***
A few nights after that, it’s late, and Jack’s keeping watch over the machinery they’re attempting to control the Rift with.
“Captain Harkness,” he hears, and turns to look at the very proper Harriet, who’s trying for breathy.
Well, then. Nice surprise. “Miss Derbyshire.” Hair out of its usual bun, loose, framing her face, Jack sees. Just the beautiful ruby red silk kimono, and what seems like nothing more, at last. Jack grins, winks at Harriet, takes her hand, reels her in. “Looking good, ma’am.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harriet says, returning the grin.
“That the only thing you’re wearing, Harriet?”
“Is anyone else still here?” she asks.
“It’s just us.”
At that, she nods, takes her hand from his grip, and unties the kimono. Then Jack sees that it is indeed the only thing the now not so prim, proper, and quiet Harriet Derbyshire has on.
“Looking very good, ma’am,” is Jack’s own breathy response to that, when he manages to look at her face, again. “Feels really nice, doesn’t it?” he asks, as she rolls her eyes at him, and ties the kimono up again, but leaving it loose, somewhat open.
“I must admit that the silk is rather pleasant against my bare breasts, yes, Jack,” Harriet tells him, straight-faced.
Jack’s eyes go wide, and he laughs. “Yet another successful corruption by the Captain!” he exclaims. Time for the other pretty things from the Far East, then. “Take a seat, Harriet. Gotta go and fetch some things from my dorm, and I’ll be straight back.”
***
“What do you have there, Jack?” Harriet asks, regarding the blue silk bag he’s returned with.
“More treasures from my little trip to Japan,” he says, making a space on a desk. “Come and see.”
As Jack slowly tips the items from the bag, she stands, and walks over to him. “Kanzashi and bira bira, Harriet.” He places the wooden sticks and combs, pins and metal ornaments on the silk. “Decorating your hair is a really big deal there, especially for the geishas and brides.”
Treasures, indeed, Harriet thinks, examining the decorations, picking them up. Glass beads, semi-precious gemstones, painted and lacquered wood, silk flowers and butterflies, metal birds.
“These are beautiful,” Harriet tells him, with a smile.
He smiles back. “I thought you’d like them. Some for you, some for Julia…” Wicked expression on his face, as his thought trails off.
“And the rest for you, Captain?” Harriet chances, an eyebrow raised.
The same expression still there, Jack says, in a low voice, “Oh, yeah, Miss Derbyshire. Never know when having something cute to readily offer a pretty lady will be useful. Speaking of pretty ladies, would you let me adorn that gorgeous blonde hair of yours?”
“That would be lovely, Jack. Thank you.” Harriet chooses a few pins, a couple with flowers, one with a butterfly, and hands one over.
“Thank you, Harriet.” As she looks up at him, he gently strokes a couple of fingers down the side of her face, and carefully slides the pin into her hair.
“You’ve done that before, Captain.” The way he performs the action, Harriet’s sure of this.
“Once or twice, yeah,” he says, eyes dark, but offering no more.
Harriet hands over the remaining pins, and Jack places them in her hair. The contact is close and the moment is rather intimate; she drifts off, a little, closing her eyes. A couple of Jack’s fingers slowly circling around the hollow of her collar bone bring Harriet back to full awareness, though. His eyes are still dark, when she sees them again.
“Your kimono’s come completely undone, Harriet.”
She looks down; all she can see is red silk, and her naked body. Jack’s fingers make their way to one of her breasts, and he gently strokes it, as well. Harriet gasps at the oh so very pleasurable sensation.
“Harriet?” Jack softly asks.
“Jack.” She looks back up at him.
“Would you let me take you to bed?” he says, fingers still on her breast.
Harriet gives the question a few seconds’ consideration. “Yes, Captain,” she tells him, smiling. He smiles back. She then takes the initiative, pulling his head down, kissing his lips.
When they come up for air, Jack laughs. He takes her hand, and they leave the main Hub. “Yeah. It’s always the quiet ones. C’mon, then, Miss Derbyshire. Let’s go and adorn my bed.”
-end-
http://www.hairdecoration.co.uk/ has the pretties described :)
crosspost:
consci_fan_mo
torchwood_fic
dwfiction
galactic_conman
torch_wood
tw_history
torchwood_decaf
Title - Materially Corrupted
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack Harkness/Harriet Derbyshire
Rating - R/15, a little porn
Length - 870 words
Spoilers - 2.3 To The Last Man
Summary - Jack also bought some hair decorations in Japan; prompt from the recent Het Porn Battle used: Torchwood, Jack Harkness/Harriet Derbyshire, silk
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
follows straight on from Material Corruption
Materially Corrupted
by Laura
A couple of days later, much to Jack’s delight, (and Gerald’s, it appears, when he catches his boss looking at her) Harriet’s wearing the red silk, just over knee-length kimono. Okay, she’s got it as a sort of blouse, accompanied by black trousers, but Jack’s pleased; he didn’t really count on her being brave enough to even do that, so quickly.
Long practice and much experience, though, have taught him that the quiet ones, which the lovely Miss Derbyshire is definitely among, take time, and often a hell of a lot of effort, on both their parts, but, oh, the eventual rewards.
So, Jack’s perfectly happy to wait, and save the rest of his Japanese treasures for when Harriet’s wearing the kimono completely on its own, savouring the feel of the silk against her skin; soft, cool, sensual.
***
A few nights after that, it’s late, and Jack’s keeping watch over the machinery they’re attempting to control the Rift with.
“Captain Harkness,” he hears, and turns to look at the very proper Harriet, who’s trying for breathy.
Well, then. Nice surprise. “Miss Derbyshire.” Hair out of its usual bun, loose, framing her face, Jack sees. Just the beautiful ruby red silk kimono, and what seems like nothing more, at last. Jack grins, winks at Harriet, takes her hand, reels her in. “Looking good, ma’am.”
“Thank you, sir,” Harriet says, returning the grin.
“That the only thing you’re wearing, Harriet?”
“Is anyone else still here?” she asks.
“It’s just us.”
At that, she nods, takes her hand from his grip, and unties the kimono. Then Jack sees that it is indeed the only thing the now not so prim, proper, and quiet Harriet Derbyshire has on.
“Looking very good, ma’am,” is Jack’s own breathy response to that, when he manages to look at her face, again. “Feels really nice, doesn’t it?” he asks, as she rolls her eyes at him, and ties the kimono up again, but leaving it loose, somewhat open.
“I must admit that the silk is rather pleasant against my bare breasts, yes, Jack,” Harriet tells him, straight-faced.
Jack’s eyes go wide, and he laughs. “Yet another successful corruption by the Captain!” he exclaims. Time for the other pretty things from the Far East, then. “Take a seat, Harriet. Gotta go and fetch some things from my dorm, and I’ll be straight back.”
***
“What do you have there, Jack?” Harriet asks, regarding the blue silk bag he’s returned with.
“More treasures from my little trip to Japan,” he says, making a space on a desk. “Come and see.”
As Jack slowly tips the items from the bag, she stands, and walks over to him. “Kanzashi and bira bira, Harriet.” He places the wooden sticks and combs, pins and metal ornaments on the silk. “Decorating your hair is a really big deal there, especially for the geishas and brides.”
Treasures, indeed, Harriet thinks, examining the decorations, picking them up. Glass beads, semi-precious gemstones, painted and lacquered wood, silk flowers and butterflies, metal birds.
“These are beautiful,” Harriet tells him, with a smile.
He smiles back. “I thought you’d like them. Some for you, some for Julia…” Wicked expression on his face, as his thought trails off.
“And the rest for you, Captain?” Harriet chances, an eyebrow raised.
The same expression still there, Jack says, in a low voice, “Oh, yeah, Miss Derbyshire. Never know when having something cute to readily offer a pretty lady will be useful. Speaking of pretty ladies, would you let me adorn that gorgeous blonde hair of yours?”
“That would be lovely, Jack. Thank you.” Harriet chooses a few pins, a couple with flowers, one with a butterfly, and hands one over.
“Thank you, Harriet.” As she looks up at him, he gently strokes a couple of fingers down the side of her face, and carefully slides the pin into her hair.
“You’ve done that before, Captain.” The way he performs the action, Harriet’s sure of this.
“Once or twice, yeah,” he says, eyes dark, but offering no more.
Harriet hands over the remaining pins, and Jack places them in her hair. The contact is close and the moment is rather intimate; she drifts off, a little, closing her eyes. A couple of Jack’s fingers slowly circling around the hollow of her collar bone bring Harriet back to full awareness, though. His eyes are still dark, when she sees them again.
“Your kimono’s come completely undone, Harriet.”
She looks down; all she can see is red silk, and her naked body. Jack’s fingers make their way to one of her breasts, and he gently strokes it, as well. Harriet gasps at the oh so very pleasurable sensation.
“Harriet?” Jack softly asks.
“Jack.” She looks back up at him.
“Would you let me take you to bed?” he says, fingers still on her breast.
Harriet gives the question a few seconds’ consideration. “Yes, Captain,” she tells him, smiling. He smiles back. She then takes the initiative, pulling his head down, kissing his lips.
When they come up for air, Jack laughs. He takes her hand, and they leave the main Hub. “Yeah. It’s always the quiet ones. C’mon, then, Miss Derbyshire. Let’s go and adorn my bed.”
-end-
http://www.hairdecoration.co.uk/ has the pretties described :)
crosspost:
consci_fan_mo
torchwood_fic
dwfiction
galactic_conman
torch_wood
tw_history
torchwood_decaf