Uncomplicated Negotiations, Torchwood/Doctor Who, Martha/Gwen, PG-13, for magicallaw
Title: Uncomplicated Negotiations
Author: joanne_c
Recipient: magicallaw
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairing: Gwen Cooper/Martha Jones (other pairings, including those in canon, mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1150 (approximately)
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to the BBC and Russell T. Davies.
Summary: "The negotiations can get so complicated, can't they?" - but this is not always true.
Gwen had been rather surprised to get the invitation to help organise Martha's hen's night, but she was willing to go along - after checking with Jack that he and Ianto could handle things without her for a day and to make sure they'd pop in and check on Rhys as needed. They'd ended up almost pushing her out of Wales by the time she'd made the fifth "Are you sure it's okay?" speech.
It wasn't that Gwen didn't think they could handle things - it was just that they really tried not to separate too much lately, after everything. But Martha was a part of the team, if only by brief helping out, and Gwen had really gotten along well with her - they still emailed and messaged each other during their brief moments of spare time, because they could understand a lot of things no one else could, but still, Gwen hadn't thought their friendship was like that.
It had been fun making the arrangements with Mrs Jones (who wasn't half the dragon she appeared on first impression) and Tish, who reminded Gwen of a lot of her friends only she hadn't looked startled when Gwen had let something slip about Torchwood. And Martha's other friends had been nice, at least in a "we're all friends of Martha's" way.
Though it hadn't been exactly a night of pub crawling, Gwen had had several wines, and Martha and she had had a slight running game of keeping up. The other girls - including Tish - had been outdoing them almost from the start, and Gwen couldn't even remember whose idea the strip club had been, but it had been fun objectifying the men and slipping small notes into their g-strings.
After the strip club, things had kind of blurred, and Gwen's next memory was waking up, curled around a fully dressed Martha in a rather small bed. Gwen, when she looked down, was also fully dressed, so nothing awkward had gone on. This was a good thing. Slowly, Gwen slipped out, being careful not to wake Martha. She put coffee on, and looked out the window. It looked like rain, but then again, clouds were a feature of life in the United Kingdom.
Gwen tried not to get nosy, looking around the kitchen, but it was very... functional. There were small decorative touches, but it was like a place someone lived in, not somewhere they spent time. Then again, if Martha spent a lot of time with Tom, and her family...
"I do," a sleepy voice came from the door.
"Do what?" Gwen asked. "Oh, and coffee's on."
"Lifesaver," Martha smiled. "In more than one way. And I spend a lot of time places other than here. If you were thinking that."
Gwen nodded. "Sorry, was just thinking if I didn't have Rhys, I'd be like that too. Spend all my time at work or with friends." She was glad to be able to turn away to finish making the coffee even if it was Martha's place.
"I know," Martha nodded. "The work we do, it's not exactly 9 to 5 - probably lucky we have guys who understand that enough." She sipped her coffee.
"Very lucky," Gwen agreed, letting her coffee sit for a moment. "Do you and Tom... have you talked about, well, the separations?"
"Yes," Martha said. "But as we're poly, well..."
"You are?" Gwen blinked. She certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"I just didn't tell Owen because I thought he would try even harder to get into my pants," Martha grinned. "And he wouldn't have understood the restrictions."
"Restrictions?"
"Guidelines, at least," Martha said. "We have carte blanche with same-sex people. Opposite-sex, needs to be discussed."
"Makes sense," Gwen nodded. "Rhys and I have always had that understanding... well, always is a long time, but you know... long enough."
"Please tell me Rhys has been with Jack or I'll never believe another of Jack's stories," Martha said.
"Jack, me and Ianto - all at once," Gwen grinned. "There's cctv footage..."
"I bet that blew his mind," Martha replied.
"Not only his mind," Gwen winked. Then she got more serious. "Once he found out more about Torchwood - and about Jack and Ianto - and after Tosh and Owen... well, it all seemed a lot less complicated."
Martha nodded. "Once you've seen what's out there, a bit of sexual experimentation seems kind of minor."
"Especially if you've already got that as part of your life," Gwen agreed.
"So do you do girls?" Martha asked. "And forgive me for sounding like a cliché."
"Cliches are sometimes good," Gwen answered. "And yes, if I like and find the girl attractive. And as long as everyone understands the limits and primacy of partners."
"The negotiations can get so complicated, can't they?" Martha said.
"Yes," Gwen nodded. "But they can be rewarding, too..." and she looked into Martha's eyes. "We're negotiating, aren't we?"
"Yes, but I think ours are less complicated," and Martha put her coffee down and leaned in for a kiss, pressing her lips against Gwen's.
The kiss was brief and warm and Gwen knew she wanted more. "I don't have to be back in Cardiff until tomorrow..."
"And I said I was taking today to show you around so no one is expecting me," Martha answered.
A rush of heat moved through Gwen's body. She could take all day to discover Martha. And she wanted to. Very much. "We wouldn't have to leave here for a moment, would we?" she asked, smiling.
"Oh, I hope not," Martha answered. Then her lips were on Gwen's again.
It was a little awkward, and Gwen had to break the kiss. "There has to be somewhere more comfortable. Even that slightly narrow bed would do."
Martha nodded and led Gwen into the living room. "The couch has more room, really, than the bed," she said. "Sometimes I just let myself drop off here."
"You won't be sleeping much," Gwen answered, with a wicked smile. She started to slip out of her clothes, watching as Martha did the same. There was nothing like seeing a new lover naked for the first time.
The day was spent in discovery, lips and tongues and fingers and Martha's vibrator and whispered words of appreciation forming new memories for them both.
After dinner, before settling in for the night, they were giggling about what Jack would say, because he would have an opinion of course.
"At least," Gwen said, "he won't be able to say we did the cliché of getting drunk at your hen night and making love."
"I'm sure he'll come up with another cliché from somewhere," Martha answered. "He's got a million of them."
"We're not clichés," Gwen answered, kissing Martha.
"No... we're not," Martha agreed, and her hands moved under Gwen's clothes.
Not much else was said for the rest of the evening.
Author: joanne_c
Recipient: magicallaw
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairing: Gwen Cooper/Martha Jones (other pairings, including those in canon, mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1150 (approximately)
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, they belong to the BBC and Russell T. Davies.
Summary: "The negotiations can get so complicated, can't they?" - but this is not always true.
Gwen had been rather surprised to get the invitation to help organise Martha's hen's night, but she was willing to go along - after checking with Jack that he and Ianto could handle things without her for a day and to make sure they'd pop in and check on Rhys as needed. They'd ended up almost pushing her out of Wales by the time she'd made the fifth "Are you sure it's okay?" speech.
It wasn't that Gwen didn't think they could handle things - it was just that they really tried not to separate too much lately, after everything. But Martha was a part of the team, if only by brief helping out, and Gwen had really gotten along well with her - they still emailed and messaged each other during their brief moments of spare time, because they could understand a lot of things no one else could, but still, Gwen hadn't thought their friendship was like that.
It had been fun making the arrangements with Mrs Jones (who wasn't half the dragon she appeared on first impression) and Tish, who reminded Gwen of a lot of her friends only she hadn't looked startled when Gwen had let something slip about Torchwood. And Martha's other friends had been nice, at least in a "we're all friends of Martha's" way.
Though it hadn't been exactly a night of pub crawling, Gwen had had several wines, and Martha and she had had a slight running game of keeping up. The other girls - including Tish - had been outdoing them almost from the start, and Gwen couldn't even remember whose idea the strip club had been, but it had been fun objectifying the men and slipping small notes into their g-strings.
After the strip club, things had kind of blurred, and Gwen's next memory was waking up, curled around a fully dressed Martha in a rather small bed. Gwen, when she looked down, was also fully dressed, so nothing awkward had gone on. This was a good thing. Slowly, Gwen slipped out, being careful not to wake Martha. She put coffee on, and looked out the window. It looked like rain, but then again, clouds were a feature of life in the United Kingdom.
Gwen tried not to get nosy, looking around the kitchen, but it was very... functional. There were small decorative touches, but it was like a place someone lived in, not somewhere they spent time. Then again, if Martha spent a lot of time with Tom, and her family...
"I do," a sleepy voice came from the door.
"Do what?" Gwen asked. "Oh, and coffee's on."
"Lifesaver," Martha smiled. "In more than one way. And I spend a lot of time places other than here. If you were thinking that."
Gwen nodded. "Sorry, was just thinking if I didn't have Rhys, I'd be like that too. Spend all my time at work or with friends." She was glad to be able to turn away to finish making the coffee even if it was Martha's place.
"I know," Martha nodded. "The work we do, it's not exactly 9 to 5 - probably lucky we have guys who understand that enough." She sipped her coffee.
"Very lucky," Gwen agreed, letting her coffee sit for a moment. "Do you and Tom... have you talked about, well, the separations?"
"Yes," Martha said. "But as we're poly, well..."
"You are?" Gwen blinked. She certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"I just didn't tell Owen because I thought he would try even harder to get into my pants," Martha grinned. "And he wouldn't have understood the restrictions."
"Restrictions?"
"Guidelines, at least," Martha said. "We have carte blanche with same-sex people. Opposite-sex, needs to be discussed."
"Makes sense," Gwen nodded. "Rhys and I have always had that understanding... well, always is a long time, but you know... long enough."
"Please tell me Rhys has been with Jack or I'll never believe another of Jack's stories," Martha said.
"Jack, me and Ianto - all at once," Gwen grinned. "There's cctv footage..."
"I bet that blew his mind," Martha replied.
"Not only his mind," Gwen winked. Then she got more serious. "Once he found out more about Torchwood - and about Jack and Ianto - and after Tosh and Owen... well, it all seemed a lot less complicated."
Martha nodded. "Once you've seen what's out there, a bit of sexual experimentation seems kind of minor."
"Especially if you've already got that as part of your life," Gwen agreed.
"So do you do girls?" Martha asked. "And forgive me for sounding like a cliché."
"Cliches are sometimes good," Gwen answered. "And yes, if I like and find the girl attractive. And as long as everyone understands the limits and primacy of partners."
"The negotiations can get so complicated, can't they?" Martha said.
"Yes," Gwen nodded. "But they can be rewarding, too..." and she looked into Martha's eyes. "We're negotiating, aren't we?"
"Yes, but I think ours are less complicated," and Martha put her coffee down and leaned in for a kiss, pressing her lips against Gwen's.
The kiss was brief and warm and Gwen knew she wanted more. "I don't have to be back in Cardiff until tomorrow..."
"And I said I was taking today to show you around so no one is expecting me," Martha answered.
A rush of heat moved through Gwen's body. She could take all day to discover Martha. And she wanted to. Very much. "We wouldn't have to leave here for a moment, would we?" she asked, smiling.
"Oh, I hope not," Martha answered. Then her lips were on Gwen's again.
It was a little awkward, and Gwen had to break the kiss. "There has to be somewhere more comfortable. Even that slightly narrow bed would do."
Martha nodded and led Gwen into the living room. "The couch has more room, really, than the bed," she said. "Sometimes I just let myself drop off here."
"You won't be sleeping much," Gwen answered, with a wicked smile. She started to slip out of her clothes, watching as Martha did the same. There was nothing like seeing a new lover naked for the first time.
The day was spent in discovery, lips and tongues and fingers and Martha's vibrator and whispered words of appreciation forming new memories for them both.
After dinner, before settling in for the night, they were giggling about what Jack would say, because he would have an opinion of course.
"At least," Gwen said, "he won't be able to say we did the cliché of getting drunk at your hen night and making love."
"I'm sure he'll come up with another cliché from somewhere," Martha answered. "He's got a million of them."
"We're not clichés," Gwen answered, kissing Martha.
"No... we're not," Martha agreed, and her hands moved under Gwen's clothes.
Not much else was said for the rest of the evening.