Raincoat
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Title: Raincoat
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Set post-S3
Summary: Martha pays Jack a surprise visit that proves very enjoyable for them both.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: The first part of this utterly shameless PWP fic was written in a comment to cheer up maggi137. When I mentioned it to mischief89 she begged me to write more…
Betas: catholicphoton and abstruse_fangrl
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The door to Jack's office opened and after a moment, when no one spoke, he glanced up, then his jaw dropped in amazement.
"Martha!" he gasped. "What - "
"Shh," she whispered, closing the door behind her and stepping further into the office.
"But what are you doing here?" he asked. "How did you even get in?"
She smirked. "Travel with the Doctor long enough and you learn a few tricks." She crossed to his desk. "It's good to see you again, Jack."
"You too," he answered, getting to his feet quickly and moving around the desk to give her a hug. "Nice raincoat. Wait - " He looked down at her legs. "Are you naked under that coat?"
Martha's smirk broadened into a naughty grin. "Why don't you find out?"
"Bad girl," he said thickly, pulling her into his arms. He slid his hands down over her bottom, then lifted up the hem of the raincoat and brushed his fingers over the backs of her legs.
Martha responded by pressing her body even more firmly against his as his fingers inched up under her coat, and continued to find only bare flesh.
Jack slid his hands back around to her front and unfastened the wide belt on the raincoat, as Martha began unbuttoning his shirt.
She proved herself much defter at undoing Jack's shirt buttons than he did at undoing her coat, or maybe he was just savouring the task, but Martha had his shirt undone and hanging loose, with his braces dangling from his waist, before he was half way through Martha's buttons.
"So, what are you doing here anyway?" he asked, reaching the last button, but holding the coat closed still as he stared down into her dark eyes.
"Just visiting a friend," she answered, smirking up at him. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him hard, and he let go of her coat in order to hold her.
"Bloody hell!" he gasped when she finally released him with a nip of his bottom lip. "Have you been drinking?"
Martha tilted her head to one side, eyebrows raised. "It's not like you to deprecate your personal charms," she said.
"It's not like you to come sneaking in here and kissing me until I can barely restrain myself from throwing you onto my desk and shagging you silly," he answered.
"Silly man," she giggled. "You're not meant to restrain yourself." She unfastened his belt, then the button on his trousers. "Well?" Her look was direct and challenging, and completely irresistible.
Jack pulled open Martha's coat to find she was wearing a deep red corset and very skimpy knickers.
"Fuck!"
"That, my dear Captain Harkness, is my plan." She unzipped his trousers, then shoved them down off his hips, revealing his very hard erection.
Martha took two steps back, then bent over from her waist and gently ran the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock, and Jack groaned deeply, particularly when she looked up at him under her lashes.
"Martha!" he gasped. "Please!"
She straightened up. "Begging, Captain?" she asked in a low, seductive voice. "I think I like that."
He shrugged his shirt off, then stepped out of his trousers after toeing off his shoes. Then he shoved aside some of the clutter on his desk, turned and picked Martha up. He set her down on his desk with a growl and she grinned up at him, her eyes darker than ever with desire.
Martha leant back and braced herself on her hands as Jack pulled her knickers off.
"Dr Martha Jones, you are a wicked woman," he informed her, dropping her knickers onto the floor, then pulling her forward so that her arse was resting at the edge of the desk.
"But you like wicked women, Captain," she answered, smirking up at him.
"I do," he agreed. He leant forward, his weight on his left hand beside her, and began to kiss her while his right hand guided his cock inside her.
"God Jack!" Martha groaned as she felt him fill her. "Don't stop!"
Jack chuckled, eliciting a further moan from Martha. "Oh I won't be stopping, don't you worry about that!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he shivered when he realised she was still wearing her red high heeled shoes; the spike of one heel was resting on his arse and he felt himself hardening further even as he thrust.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Martha teased when she realised what had caused him to shiver, rubbing the heel in a circle against his flesh.
"Gnh!" At that point Jack wasn't actually capable of a coherent response.
It didn't take much more of this teasing from Martha before Jack came, his orgasm ripping through him so hard that he almost toppled on top of her. He felt her muscles tightening around him and realised she was coming too.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he exclaimed when he finally got his breath back.
She lowered herself down onto the desk and smiled up at him in a languid manner. "Mmm, nice," she murmured.
"Are you staying the night?" Jack asked, toying with the laces down the front of her corset.
"I might," she answered. "If you ask me nicely."
"Dr Jones, will you stay the night with me and let me have my wicked way with you?" he asked.
Martha chuckled, a low, rich sound that Jack didn't remember ever hearing from her before. "I will," she agreed.
He gently pulled her upright, then stepped backwards and scooped up their discarded clothes. "Come on then." He bundled the clothes into his left hand, then held out his right to her. When she took it he guided her around the desk to the circular trapdoor in the floor, and climbed down the ladder into his room.
Martha followed him down and he felt his cock stir as he watched her descending the ladder. He gave a wolfish grin: he foresaw that it was going to be a long night, and that neither one of them would get much sleep.
Title: Raincoat
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None. Set post-S3
Summary: Martha pays Jack a surprise visit that proves very enjoyable for them both.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: The first part of this utterly shameless PWP fic was written in a comment to cheer up maggi137. When I mentioned it to mischief89 she begged me to write more…
Betas: catholicphoton and abstruse_fangrl
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The door to Jack's office opened and after a moment, when no one spoke, he glanced up, then his jaw dropped in amazement.
"Martha!" he gasped. "What - "
"Shh," she whispered, closing the door behind her and stepping further into the office.
"But what are you doing here?" he asked. "How did you even get in?"
She smirked. "Travel with the Doctor long enough and you learn a few tricks." She crossed to his desk. "It's good to see you again, Jack."
"You too," he answered, getting to his feet quickly and moving around the desk to give her a hug. "Nice raincoat. Wait - " He looked down at her legs. "Are you naked under that coat?"
Martha's smirk broadened into a naughty grin. "Why don't you find out?"
"Bad girl," he said thickly, pulling her into his arms. He slid his hands down over her bottom, then lifted up the hem of the raincoat and brushed his fingers over the backs of her legs.
Martha responded by pressing her body even more firmly against his as his fingers inched up under her coat, and continued to find only bare flesh.
Jack slid his hands back around to her front and unfastened the wide belt on the raincoat, as Martha began unbuttoning his shirt.
She proved herself much defter at undoing Jack's shirt buttons than he did at undoing her coat, or maybe he was just savouring the task, but Martha had his shirt undone and hanging loose, with his braces dangling from his waist, before he was half way through Martha's buttons.
"So, what are you doing here anyway?" he asked, reaching the last button, but holding the coat closed still as he stared down into her dark eyes.
"Just visiting a friend," she answered, smirking up at him. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him hard, and he let go of her coat in order to hold her.
"Bloody hell!" he gasped when she finally released him with a nip of his bottom lip. "Have you been drinking?"
Martha tilted her head to one side, eyebrows raised. "It's not like you to deprecate your personal charms," she said.
"It's not like you to come sneaking in here and kissing me until I can barely restrain myself from throwing you onto my desk and shagging you silly," he answered.
"Silly man," she giggled. "You're not meant to restrain yourself." She unfastened his belt, then the button on his trousers. "Well?" Her look was direct and challenging, and completely irresistible.
Jack pulled open Martha's coat to find she was wearing a deep red corset and very skimpy knickers.
"Fuck!"
"That, my dear Captain Harkness, is my plan." She unzipped his trousers, then shoved them down off his hips, revealing his very hard erection.
Martha took two steps back, then bent over from her waist and gently ran the tip of her tongue over the tip of his cock, and Jack groaned deeply, particularly when she looked up at him under her lashes.
"Martha!" he gasped. "Please!"
She straightened up. "Begging, Captain?" she asked in a low, seductive voice. "I think I like that."
He shrugged his shirt off, then stepped out of his trousers after toeing off his shoes. Then he shoved aside some of the clutter on his desk, turned and picked Martha up. He set her down on his desk with a growl and she grinned up at him, her eyes darker than ever with desire.
Martha leant back and braced herself on her hands as Jack pulled her knickers off.
"Dr Martha Jones, you are a wicked woman," he informed her, dropping her knickers onto the floor, then pulling her forward so that her arse was resting at the edge of the desk.
"But you like wicked women, Captain," she answered, smirking up at him.
"I do," he agreed. He leant forward, his weight on his left hand beside her, and began to kiss her while his right hand guided his cock inside her.
"God Jack!" Martha groaned as she felt him fill her. "Don't stop!"
Jack chuckled, eliciting a further moan from Martha. "Oh I won't be stopping, don't you worry about that!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he shivered when he realised she was still wearing her red high heeled shoes; the spike of one heel was resting on his arse and he felt himself hardening further even as he thrust.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Martha teased when she realised what had caused him to shiver, rubbing the heel in a circle against his flesh.
"Gnh!" At that point Jack wasn't actually capable of a coherent response.
It didn't take much more of this teasing from Martha before Jack came, his orgasm ripping through him so hard that he almost toppled on top of her. He felt her muscles tightening around him and realised she was coming too.
"Bloody hell, woman!" he exclaimed when he finally got his breath back.
She lowered herself down onto the desk and smiled up at him in a languid manner. "Mmm, nice," she murmured.
"Are you staying the night?" Jack asked, toying with the laces down the front of her corset.
"I might," she answered. "If you ask me nicely."
"Dr Jones, will you stay the night with me and let me have my wicked way with you?" he asked.
Martha chuckled, a low, rich sound that Jack didn't remember ever hearing from her before. "I will," she agreed.
He gently pulled her upright, then stepped backwards and scooped up their discarded clothes. "Come on then." He bundled the clothes into his left hand, then held out his right to her. When she took it he guided her around the desk to the circular trapdoor in the floor, and climbed down the ladder into his room.
Martha followed him down and he felt his cock stir as he watched her descending the ladder. He gave a wolfish grin: he foresaw that it was going to be a long night, and that neither one of them would get much sleep.