Torchwood PWP, Afternoon Delight, Martha/Tosh, R
Disclaimer: not mine
Characters (pairing): Martha Jones/Toshiko Sato, mentions of Mary/Tosh and Tosh/Owen
Rating: um. R? Sex. This should have been PWP, and almost is.
Length: 1500
Set: during Martha's tenure as a member of Torchwood Cardiff
Notes: No, I don't know if there are fountains (other than the obvious one) in Cardiff, and I'm not going to check, either. This is what comes of poking at the TW/DW Comment!Porn Battle and deciding that Martha/Tosh is under-represented. (the prompts there are water, oral and cross-dressing. This one manages to encompass oral)
Afternoon Delight
by ALC Punk!
"So you've got a thing for Owen, then?" Martha Jones had one brow up.
Toshiko Sato, who'd been busy trying to avoid thinking about her 'thing' with Owen, practically jumped out of her skin. She glanced sideways at Martha, who looked like she was just making conversation.
Everyone was always 'just making conversation' round Tosh. She shrugged, trying to down-play things. "Guess you could say that."
"I can understand it, of course." Martha flashed her a smile, then stepped closer, her hand touching Tosh's shoulder. "He's a great flirt. Brilliant, really. But I've seen his type, and I'm not interested."
"Everyone's interested," Tosh replied, her tone dismissive.
"No. They're not." A grin flashed across Martha's face, "Look, I could do with a break from this, d'you want to grab a coffee or something, before our eyes give out? My treat."
Tosh had no idea why Martha Jones was asking her for coffee, but she decided to give it a go anyway. "I should really..."
"C'mon, live a little. I'll even buy you some ridiculously chocolatey confection. How's that sound?"
"Brilliant," Tosh muttered, not really interested in coffee or the chocolate. Still, getting out of the Hub and into the daylight might be a nice change. As much as Tosh preferred being the one left behind, she still liked seeing things like the sky on occasion.
"C'mon," Martha grabbed her hand, and for an instant, Tosh wondered what her motives were. She didn't used to be suspicious of everyone, but Martha Jones was UNIT. Her gut clenched a little before she reminded herself that if Martha tried anything, the rest of Torchwood would be after her like a shot, even Jack. Old friend or no, Jack would never hang his team out to dry.
Or so she hoped.
The cafe was empty, and they got their mugs filled, moving towards the back almost automatically. Tosh sat with her back to the wall, leaving Martha to sit with the door and big windows behind her. It didn't seem to bother her at all.
"So, tell me about yourself. How'd you get involved in, all this?"
"Jack recruited me." If Martha didn't know, Tosh wasn't going to tell her that UNIT were evil and had locked her in a cage for days, months, weeks. She hadn't been able to tell, after a while, her mind going too fast and leaving her in a state of confusion, even when the man in the coat had appeared.
"He keeps trying to recruit me."
"Does he."
"Or, get in my pants. With Jack, it's hard to tell."
Tosh essayed a slight smile, then raised her eyebrows, "So. You and UNIT. How'd that happen?"
It wasn't much. A recruitment call, friend of a friend. Martha found little to say, and both of them sat there, the silence uncomfortable and yet not. Tosh stirred her milky coffee, then sipped it again, making a face. After all this time, nothing really topped Ianto's.
"Look, we should get back."
"Yeah, yes, right." Martha agreed, standing and leaving her mug. She pulled her jacket on and tilted her head, "Can we take the long way back, stretch our legs a bit?"
Tosh smiled, feeling less strange. "Sure. I know a fountain or two we can even throw coins in."
"For luck?"
"Or to check there aren't any invisible space ships."
Martha laughed, the sound bright and cheerful, echoing the sunlight above them, and Tosh felt almost proud of herself. They linked arms and walked along, Martha chattering about alien invasions and monsters--things that anyone passing might have given them a second glance for in any other town.
But Cardiff was different, with its Weevils and its Rift. Most simply ignored the strangeness.
Or blamed Torchwood for it.
Standing by one of the fountains, Tosh watched the sunlight dance through the spray.
"This is lovely. Thank you." Leaning over, Martha kissed her.
On the lips. Tosh was startled for a moment, trying to decide whether she was all right with this while wondering about Martha's fiance, and Owen. Her mind a whirl, she was startled to find herself wanting to kiss Martha back.
The surprise enabled her to pull away, a little, eyes wide. "Martha--"
"Sorry, I know I said all that about the Owen thing. But I'm stepping on toes, aren't I."
"No. No, not really," Tosh replied, evasive. Her eyes flicked away from Martha's, and she thought of Mary, of her careful manipulations. Mary had known all the little quirks, how to slide in under the radar and ingratiate herself. A born con-woman.
Martha wasn't Mary. Her worry and uncertainty were real.
Without hesitation, Tosh leaned in and kissed her back.
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"Should we be doing this?" Tosh asked, wondering why she was even saying anything. Raising an objection when an attractive woman was kissing your neck and making like she was going to drop to her knees any moment--Tosh was sort of glad she'd worn a skirt that morning.
"I'm sure we shouldn't," Martha said, around Tosh's skin, "Protocols, inter-disciplinary fraternizing, conduct unbecoming--" she found a spot that made Tosh moan and grinned.
They'd found an alley, then a tiny little alcove where almost no one could see them. Tosh, her pulse racing, told herself it would be faster like this. There wasn't enough time for a quick jaunt to her flat, for sex in her bed and a shower before returning to work.
Hell, they shouldn't even have left.
But she wasn't going to stop Martha, if that's what she wanted to do.
Martha's fingers tugged Tosh's skirt up, plucked at her sensible cotton underwear. "Do you--"
"Yes, please," Tosh said before she could stop herself. Heat flashed through her, embarrassment and need mingling together before pleasure took over, Martha's fingers inside her panties, brushing over her labia.
"I love a woman in sensible knickers," Martha teased, slowly dropping to her knees and sliding the article in question down Tosh's legs. She kissed Tosh's knee, mouth tickling its way up to her thighs before she sat on her heels and looked up, eyes dark and wide, pupils dilated. "Tosh, anytime you want to stop..."
"No. Don't stop." Bending over, Tosh kissed her, then straightened and leaned back, widening her stance and finding that she'd grabbed onto a protruding piece of brick in anticipation.
"Gotcha." Martha moved in, first teasing the skin of Tosh's inner thighs until she was wriggling a little in impatience.
The first touch of Martha's mouth made Tosh swear as her tongue flicked in and out, stroking along her engorged labia.
It felt good, it felt almost incredible (sex with her own hands and machines wasn't the same as with another, Tosh had learnt that long ago).
Tosh thought of Mary, of the differences in technique, the way Martha wasn't quite at the right rhythm, the way her tongue was slower--and then she banished all thoughts of Mary, telling herself that way lie madness.
Martha was the here and now, and Tosh concentrated on the feel of her mouth, the movement of her head, the hands stroking her hips.
Of the way Martha was rocking a little, her breath coming too fast.
God. She was getting off on eating Tosh out, and that made Tosh's breath quicken, too.
She thought about pulling Martha to her feet, of pushing her into the alcove, face-first, Tosh's hand sliding into her pants. There. There, that was it. Tosh moaned a little, Martha's tongue sliding into the right movement.
The piece of brick scraped her fingers when she tightened them around it too hard, but Tosh was beyond thinking of that, as she climaxed. She kept her mouth shut, clamped closed on the sounds that wanted to escape. A moan still made its way free.
She was shaking, her knees wobbly, when Martha slowed and then stopped, leaning in to keep Tosh standing.
Without the wall at her back, Tosh was pretty sure she'd be staining her sensible skirt on the ground under Martha. She sucked a breath in, then let it out in a sound that made Martha lick her again.
"Don't--" too sensitive, Tosh flinched, grabbing for Martha's shoulder.
"Sorry." Her breath was almost as bad, but Martha backed off a little, looking up again. "Are you all right?"
"Fine. Just fine." Tosh managed.
A smile lit up Martha's features, and her eyes gleamed, "Good."
Tosh regained her sense of reality and bent to pull her underwear back up before she tugged her skirt down, almost self-consciously. Then she narrowed her eyes at Martha, "Get up here."
She could taste herself on Martha's mouth as she kissed her, moving them both a little until Martha was the one pressed into the wall.
"Fingers all right?" Tosh asked, stepping back a little, before she spun Martha.
Martha squeaked in surprise, then arched back against Tosh, her voice low and husky. "They're fine. Now hurry up, we should be getting back soon."
So they should. Tosh sucked at the back of Martha's neck, then began worming her hand inside Martha's clothing. If they weren't back in ten minutes, she had the feeling Jack would send someone to look for them.
With Tosh's luck, it would be Owen. And for some reason, she didn't really fancy him asking to join.
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Characters (pairing): Martha Jones/Toshiko Sato, mentions of Mary/Tosh and Tosh/Owen
Rating: um. R? Sex. This should have been PWP, and almost is.
Length: 1500
Set: during Martha's tenure as a member of Torchwood Cardiff
Notes: No, I don't know if there are fountains (other than the obvious one) in Cardiff, and I'm not going to check, either. This is what comes of poking at the TW/DW Comment!Porn Battle and deciding that Martha/Tosh is under-represented. (the prompts there are water, oral and cross-dressing. This one manages to encompass oral)
Afternoon Delight
by ALC Punk!
"So you've got a thing for Owen, then?" Martha Jones had one brow up.
Toshiko Sato, who'd been busy trying to avoid thinking about her 'thing' with Owen, practically jumped out of her skin. She glanced sideways at Martha, who looked like she was just making conversation.
Everyone was always 'just making conversation' round Tosh. She shrugged, trying to down-play things. "Guess you could say that."
"I can understand it, of course." Martha flashed her a smile, then stepped closer, her hand touching Tosh's shoulder. "He's a great flirt. Brilliant, really. But I've seen his type, and I'm not interested."
"Everyone's interested," Tosh replied, her tone dismissive.
"No. They're not." A grin flashed across Martha's face, "Look, I could do with a break from this, d'you want to grab a coffee or something, before our eyes give out? My treat."
Tosh had no idea why Martha Jones was asking her for coffee, but she decided to give it a go anyway. "I should really..."
"C'mon, live a little. I'll even buy you some ridiculously chocolatey confection. How's that sound?"
"Brilliant," Tosh muttered, not really interested in coffee or the chocolate. Still, getting out of the Hub and into the daylight might be a nice change. As much as Tosh preferred being the one left behind, she still liked seeing things like the sky on occasion.
"C'mon," Martha grabbed her hand, and for an instant, Tosh wondered what her motives were. She didn't used to be suspicious of everyone, but Martha Jones was UNIT. Her gut clenched a little before she reminded herself that if Martha tried anything, the rest of Torchwood would be after her like a shot, even Jack. Old friend or no, Jack would never hang his team out to dry.
Or so she hoped.
The cafe was empty, and they got their mugs filled, moving towards the back almost automatically. Tosh sat with her back to the wall, leaving Martha to sit with the door and big windows behind her. It didn't seem to bother her at all.
"So, tell me about yourself. How'd you get involved in, all this?"
"Jack recruited me." If Martha didn't know, Tosh wasn't going to tell her that UNIT were evil and had locked her in a cage for days, months, weeks. She hadn't been able to tell, after a while, her mind going too fast and leaving her in a state of confusion, even when the man in the coat had appeared.
"He keeps trying to recruit me."
"Does he."
"Or, get in my pants. With Jack, it's hard to tell."
Tosh essayed a slight smile, then raised her eyebrows, "So. You and UNIT. How'd that happen?"
It wasn't much. A recruitment call, friend of a friend. Martha found little to say, and both of them sat there, the silence uncomfortable and yet not. Tosh stirred her milky coffee, then sipped it again, making a face. After all this time, nothing really topped Ianto's.
"Look, we should get back."
"Yeah, yes, right." Martha agreed, standing and leaving her mug. She pulled her jacket on and tilted her head, "Can we take the long way back, stretch our legs a bit?"
Tosh smiled, feeling less strange. "Sure. I know a fountain or two we can even throw coins in."
"For luck?"
"Or to check there aren't any invisible space ships."
Martha laughed, the sound bright and cheerful, echoing the sunlight above them, and Tosh felt almost proud of herself. They linked arms and walked along, Martha chattering about alien invasions and monsters--things that anyone passing might have given them a second glance for in any other town.
But Cardiff was different, with its Weevils and its Rift. Most simply ignored the strangeness.
Or blamed Torchwood for it.
Standing by one of the fountains, Tosh watched the sunlight dance through the spray.
"This is lovely. Thank you." Leaning over, Martha kissed her.
On the lips. Tosh was startled for a moment, trying to decide whether she was all right with this while wondering about Martha's fiance, and Owen. Her mind a whirl, she was startled to find herself wanting to kiss Martha back.
The surprise enabled her to pull away, a little, eyes wide. "Martha--"
"Sorry, I know I said all that about the Owen thing. But I'm stepping on toes, aren't I."
"No. No, not really," Tosh replied, evasive. Her eyes flicked away from Martha's, and she thought of Mary, of her careful manipulations. Mary had known all the little quirks, how to slide in under the radar and ingratiate herself. A born con-woman.
Martha wasn't Mary. Her worry and uncertainty were real.
Without hesitation, Tosh leaned in and kissed her back.
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"Should we be doing this?" Tosh asked, wondering why she was even saying anything. Raising an objection when an attractive woman was kissing your neck and making like she was going to drop to her knees any moment--Tosh was sort of glad she'd worn a skirt that morning.
"I'm sure we shouldn't," Martha said, around Tosh's skin, "Protocols, inter-disciplinary fraternizing, conduct unbecoming--" she found a spot that made Tosh moan and grinned.
They'd found an alley, then a tiny little alcove where almost no one could see them. Tosh, her pulse racing, told herself it would be faster like this. There wasn't enough time for a quick jaunt to her flat, for sex in her bed and a shower before returning to work.
Hell, they shouldn't even have left.
But she wasn't going to stop Martha, if that's what she wanted to do.
Martha's fingers tugged Tosh's skirt up, plucked at her sensible cotton underwear. "Do you--"
"Yes, please," Tosh said before she could stop herself. Heat flashed through her, embarrassment and need mingling together before pleasure took over, Martha's fingers inside her panties, brushing over her labia.
"I love a woman in sensible knickers," Martha teased, slowly dropping to her knees and sliding the article in question down Tosh's legs. She kissed Tosh's knee, mouth tickling its way up to her thighs before she sat on her heels and looked up, eyes dark and wide, pupils dilated. "Tosh, anytime you want to stop..."
"No. Don't stop." Bending over, Tosh kissed her, then straightened and leaned back, widening her stance and finding that she'd grabbed onto a protruding piece of brick in anticipation.
"Gotcha." Martha moved in, first teasing the skin of Tosh's inner thighs until she was wriggling a little in impatience.
The first touch of Martha's mouth made Tosh swear as her tongue flicked in and out, stroking along her engorged labia.
It felt good, it felt almost incredible (sex with her own hands and machines wasn't the same as with another, Tosh had learnt that long ago).
Tosh thought of Mary, of the differences in technique, the way Martha wasn't quite at the right rhythm, the way her tongue was slower--and then she banished all thoughts of Mary, telling herself that way lie madness.
Martha was the here and now, and Tosh concentrated on the feel of her mouth, the movement of her head, the hands stroking her hips.
Of the way Martha was rocking a little, her breath coming too fast.
God. She was getting off on eating Tosh out, and that made Tosh's breath quicken, too.
She thought about pulling Martha to her feet, of pushing her into the alcove, face-first, Tosh's hand sliding into her pants. There. There, that was it. Tosh moaned a little, Martha's tongue sliding into the right movement.
The piece of brick scraped her fingers when she tightened them around it too hard, but Tosh was beyond thinking of that, as she climaxed. She kept her mouth shut, clamped closed on the sounds that wanted to escape. A moan still made its way free.
She was shaking, her knees wobbly, when Martha slowed and then stopped, leaning in to keep Tosh standing.
Without the wall at her back, Tosh was pretty sure she'd be staining her sensible skirt on the ground under Martha. She sucked a breath in, then let it out in a sound that made Martha lick her again.
"Don't--" too sensitive, Tosh flinched, grabbing for Martha's shoulder.
"Sorry." Her breath was almost as bad, but Martha backed off a little, looking up again. "Are you all right?"
"Fine. Just fine." Tosh managed.
A smile lit up Martha's features, and her eyes gleamed, "Good."
Tosh regained her sense of reality and bent to pull her underwear back up before she tugged her skirt down, almost self-consciously. Then she narrowed her eyes at Martha, "Get up here."
She could taste herself on Martha's mouth as she kissed her, moving them both a little until Martha was the one pressed into the wall.
"Fingers all right?" Tosh asked, stepping back a little, before she spun Martha.
Martha squeaked in surprise, then arched back against Tosh, her voice low and husky. "They're fine. Now hurry up, we should be getting back soon."
So they should. Tosh sucked at the back of Martha's neck, then began worming her hand inside Martha's clothing. If they weren't back in ten minutes, she had the feeling Jack would send someone to look for them.
With Tosh's luck, it would be Owen. And for some reason, she didn't really fancy him asking to join.
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