The Start of a Beautiful Friendship
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Title: The Start of a Beautiful Friendship
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: Martha and Jack continue to recover from the Year the Doctor rewound.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a sequel to Comfort and Companionship, and like that fic this one is for mischief89 whose birthday it is today. Happy birthday hon, and thanks for your friendship - and all the lovely graphics you've made for me.
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Jack and Martha were on the sofa in the TARDIS' TV room, ostensibly to watch a film, but neither one of them was paying the screen much attention. Jack sat with his back against the arm of the sofa and his long legs stretched out along its seat, while Martha sat between his legs, her back against his chest. He was nuzzling the left side of her neck and occasionally nipping at her earlobe; her head was turned towards his and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his attentions. Her left hand was alternately holding the back of his head or stroking the nape of his neck.
His left arm tightened around her middle while his right hand began to make circling movements on her upper thigh, and she moaned softly as the fingertips drifted further inward until they slipped up under the hem of her skirt and stroked across the bare skin of her leg.
"Jack," she murmured, aware of her growing arousal.
"Martha," he answered softly. He knew she was becoming more aroused, but so was he - that was the whole point of his ministrations.
"Oh!" She couldn't help gasping a little as his fingertips stroked lightly up and down her entrance, a feather light touch which caused a very pleasant friction as he rubbed the silk of her knickers against her sensitive skin.
"Ah!" The fingers carefully slipped under the silk to gently caress her bare skin, and Martha's legs involuntarily convulsed in response to his touch.
Jack kissed along her jaw to her mouth, and as his tongue parted her lips, he slipped two fingers into her heat. He continued to kiss Martha until he sensed she was on the brink of orgasm, experience having taught him to recognise that moment, then he pulled his mouth free.
"That's it, my little nightingale," he murmured, nuzzling her neck as her muscles clenched around his fingers. "You're even more beautiful when you come," he told her, stroking her through the aftershocks of her climax.
"Let's go to bed," she said softly when he finally pulled his fingers free.
"Well, if you're tired still," Jack said reluctantly as she got up.
Martha grabbed his hand and tugged. "Who said anything about sleep?" she asked, then pulled him close once he was on his feet. She stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, pressing her body firmly against his, and she snaked her left hand downwards to cup his erection through his trousers. "I thought we could go and take care of this."
He pulled away, then scooped her up into his arms, causing her to giggle. "Now you're talking," he said enthusiastically.
He carried her from the TV room to her bedroom, neither one of them noticing the Doctor in the corridor; he'd come to find them after watching the Master's pyre burn, and had eventually tracked them down just in time to see Martha succumb to her orgasm. He'd overheard their conversation, and couldn't help agreeing with Jack's remark about Martha looking beautiful at that moment, even as he felt a spark of jealousy at the thought of the two of them together. The jealous moment didn't last: he knew they were a good team - and they were two of a kind, both of them strong, smart and independent. Neither one of them needed him, and he knew that he'd hurt them both badly, so it was only natural that they should find comfort in each other.
In Martha's bedroom Jack and Martha quickly undressed each other, then they tumbled onto the bed together.
"I'm not going to be staying with the Doctor," she told him as he settled onto his back.
Jack looked up at her in surprise as she straddled his thighs. "You're not?"
She shook her head. "My family need me, and he doesn't. He needs company, of course, but he doesn't specifically need me. And after everything that's happened, I really want to finish my studies and do the job that I've been training for so long."
"Will you come and work with me at Torchwood when you're qualified?" he asked, knowing she'd make a brilliant part of the team, and unable to imagine that she'd find it easy to settle down to the life of an 'ordinary' doctor.
She grinned, clearly pleased by the idea. "I'll think about it." Before he could say another word she lifted herself up and then sank down onto his erection, causing Jack to gasp with pleasure as she began to rock back and forth.
"Good," he said emphatically, before he abandoned all thoughts of Torchwood and gave himself up to pleasure.
Title: The Start of a Beautiful Friendship
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: Martha and Jack continue to recover from the Year the Doctor rewound.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a sequel to Comfort and Companionship, and like that fic this one is for mischief89 whose birthday it is today. Happy birthday hon, and thanks for your friendship - and all the lovely graphics you've made for me.
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Jack and Martha were on the sofa in the TARDIS' TV room, ostensibly to watch a film, but neither one of them was paying the screen much attention. Jack sat with his back against the arm of the sofa and his long legs stretched out along its seat, while Martha sat between his legs, her back against his chest. He was nuzzling the left side of her neck and occasionally nipping at her earlobe; her head was turned towards his and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his attentions. Her left hand was alternately holding the back of his head or stroking the nape of his neck.
His left arm tightened around her middle while his right hand began to make circling movements on her upper thigh, and she moaned softly as the fingertips drifted further inward until they slipped up under the hem of her skirt and stroked across the bare skin of her leg.
"Jack," she murmured, aware of her growing arousal.
"Martha," he answered softly. He knew she was becoming more aroused, but so was he - that was the whole point of his ministrations.
"Oh!" She couldn't help gasping a little as his fingertips stroked lightly up and down her entrance, a feather light touch which caused a very pleasant friction as he rubbed the silk of her knickers against her sensitive skin.
"Ah!" The fingers carefully slipped under the silk to gently caress her bare skin, and Martha's legs involuntarily convulsed in response to his touch.
Jack kissed along her jaw to her mouth, and as his tongue parted her lips, he slipped two fingers into her heat. He continued to kiss Martha until he sensed she was on the brink of orgasm, experience having taught him to recognise that moment, then he pulled his mouth free.
"That's it, my little nightingale," he murmured, nuzzling her neck as her muscles clenched around his fingers. "You're even more beautiful when you come," he told her, stroking her through the aftershocks of her climax.
"Let's go to bed," she said softly when he finally pulled his fingers free.
"Well, if you're tired still," Jack said reluctantly as she got up.
Martha grabbed his hand and tugged. "Who said anything about sleep?" she asked, then pulled him close once he was on his feet. She stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, pressing her body firmly against his, and she snaked her left hand downwards to cup his erection through his trousers. "I thought we could go and take care of this."
He pulled away, then scooped her up into his arms, causing her to giggle. "Now you're talking," he said enthusiastically.
He carried her from the TV room to her bedroom, neither one of them noticing the Doctor in the corridor; he'd come to find them after watching the Master's pyre burn, and had eventually tracked them down just in time to see Martha succumb to her orgasm. He'd overheard their conversation, and couldn't help agreeing with Jack's remark about Martha looking beautiful at that moment, even as he felt a spark of jealousy at the thought of the two of them together. The jealous moment didn't last: he knew they were a good team - and they were two of a kind, both of them strong, smart and independent. Neither one of them needed him, and he knew that he'd hurt them both badly, so it was only natural that they should find comfort in each other.
In Martha's bedroom Jack and Martha quickly undressed each other, then they tumbled onto the bed together.
"I'm not going to be staying with the Doctor," she told him as he settled onto his back.
Jack looked up at her in surprise as she straddled his thighs. "You're not?"
She shook her head. "My family need me, and he doesn't. He needs company, of course, but he doesn't specifically need me. And after everything that's happened, I really want to finish my studies and do the job that I've been training for so long."
"Will you come and work with me at Torchwood when you're qualified?" he asked, knowing she'd make a brilliant part of the team, and unable to imagine that she'd find it easy to settle down to the life of an 'ordinary' doctor.
She grinned, clearly pleased by the idea. "I'll think about it." Before he could say another word she lifted herself up and then sank down onto his erection, causing Jack to gasp with pleasure as she began to rock back and forth.
"Good," he said emphatically, before he abandoned all thoughts of Torchwood and gave himself up to pleasure.