R & R
Title: R & R
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Sarah Jane
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Martha and Sarah Jane spend some time relaxing.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This is a PWP sequel to "The Long Weekend".
Beta: Sweet padawanpooh, as ever.
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Martha was feeling really stressed from dealing with some difficult patients and it was a welcome relief to see Sarah Jane arrive.
"Why don't I give you a massage to help you to relax?" Sarah Jane asked after they finished their mugs of tea and Martha had expressed some of her frustration about her day.
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
She led Sarah Jane to her room, feeling glad that it was tidy: she still hadn't forgotten the Doctor picking up her knickers in her old flat that time after her extended first Tardis trip. This was only the second time that Sarah Jane had visited Martha's flat, and the first time she'd been invited into Martha's bedroom as they usually met at Sarah Jane's house.
They undressed, then Martha lay face down on the bed, feeling it dip as Sarah Jane knelt beside her. She closed her eyes as Sarah Jane began to massage her neck and shoulders, easing some of the tension out of the younger woman's muscles.
By the time Sarah Jane had finished, Martha was half asleep and feeling as if she might float away. However, she quickly woke up again when Sarah Jane began to kiss a trail down her back from the nape of her neck to her waist. Martha rolled onto her side, wanting to offer her share of kisses, and pulled her lover to lie beside her.
Martha wasn't surprised when kissing turned to more and Sarah Jane slipped a finger inside her, finding her already aroused.
"OK?" Sarah Jane asked as she wrapped her free arm around Martha.
"Mmm." Martha could only manage a mumble of contentment as Sarah Jane began to stroke her, adding a second, and then a third finger. When Martha reached a hand down to return the pleasure, Sarah Jane stopped her.
"I can wait," she said. "I want to see you come." She worked her fingers in deeper and Martha gasped with pleasure.
"Don't stop," she begged, her head falling back as her body arched in response to Sarah Jane's thrusting fingers.
"I won't," Sarah Jane promised as she kissed Martha's exposed throat. She kissed a path down from Martha's throat to her breasts, then laved her tongue over one erect nipple.
"Oh god!" Martha could feel her climax building and building, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold off her orgasm for much longer. Sarah Jane lifted her head again to kiss the younger woman, and Martha responded hungrily. She moaned softly into Sarah Jane's throat, then threw her head back as she came hard, her muscles tightening around the other woman's fingers. Once Martha had relaxed again, Sarah Jane pulled her fingers free, then kissed the younger woman.
"Feeling better?" Sarah Jane asked.
"Yes," sighed Martha.
"Good." Sarah Jane offered her fingers to Martha who sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around the tip of one before delicately sucking it into her mouth: Sarah Jane moaned softly at the sensuous sight.
"Lie on your back," Martha said quietly and waited whilst Sarah Jane obliged, then she began to kiss her way down her lover's body. She kissed, licked and nibbled a path from Sarah Jane's mouth to her thighs, pausing here and there to more fully enjoy Sarah Jane's responses.
Martha gently parted Sarah Jane's legs, lifting them to lick the backs of her knees, then nipped and kissed back up her legs until she reached Sarah Jane's core. She blew a cooling breath over her lover's heated flesh, grinning when Sarah Jane gasped a curse.
"Sarah Jane Smith! Do you kiss your son with that mouth?" She didn't give Sarah Jane a chance to answer before she began to kiss the older woman's folds. Martha lapped gently at her nub before curling her tongue into Sarah Jane's heat, eliciting a breathy moan that turned into an incoherent mumble as Martha wound her pleasure higher until Sarah Jane cried out as she reached her climax.
Martha crawled up the bed to half drape herself across Sarah Jane's body. "Good?" she asked.
"Very good," Sarah Jane answered, before kissing the younger woman, enjoying the taste of herself on Martha's mouth. She wrapped her arms around Martha's waist as she deepened the kiss. After a while she pulled away and rested her forehead against Martha's.
"How're your stress levels now?"
Martha laughed. "Much lower, thank you."
"Good."
They lay in comfortable silence for a while and Sarah Jane was half dozing when Martha spoke again. "I had an email from Jack again today."
"How is he?"
"His usual self. He wanted to know when the three of us could get together. I said I'd ask you and let him know."
"I'll check my diary before I leave," Sarah Jane said.
"He emails me at least three times a week since we came back from Odemark, and the Doctor rings me regularly."
"At least you know they care about you." Sarah Jane knew why they were keeping in regular contact with Martha and it was the same reason she'd been keeping a close eye on her: they were all concerned about the potential side effects of their recent trip and the debilitating technology they'd encountered.
"Mmm, true." She shifted a little and began to caress Sarah Jane's right breast, tracing her fingertips across the skin.
"That's nice," Sarah Jane said encouragingly as her own hand stroked across Martha's stomach, then down onto her thigh and Martha shifted again, moving her leg to give Sarah Jane easier access to the spot her fingers sought.
"That's nice too," Martha said as Sarah Jane slipped two fingers inside her and began to stroke her. She moved her mouth to Sarah Jane's breast as she skimmed her hand down her side and across her stomach, then caressed her inner thigh. Sarah Jane shifted her leg, encouraging Martha to go further, but she just slid her hand down to the back of Sarah Jane's knee, stroking her there instead.
"You tease," Sarah Jane said softly.
Martha lifted her head from Sarah Jane's breast, and released her nipple. "You're not the only tease around here," she said with a smirk, before shifting her mouth across to Sarah Jane's other breast. Her hand wandered back up the older woman's leg, then circled her entrance with light touches.
"Martha!"
The younger woman smirked around her nipple, then took pity on Sarah Jane and slipped two fingers into her heat, curling them to find her sweet spot, which elicited a gasp of pleasure.
Martha pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's breast and moved her head up to kiss her mouth instead. Tongues and fingers stroked and teased as they drove each other closer to orgasm, their bodies writhing and limbs tangling: a mixture of dark and pale skin, like cream swirled into coffee.
They came together, muscles clenching tightly around the other's fingers as pleasure swept through them both leaving them lying breathless and spent in its wake. They shifted around in the bed, making themselves more comfortable and ended up spooned together, Sarah Jane lying behind Martha, and after a little while they both slept.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Sarah Jane
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Martha and Sarah Jane spend some time relaxing.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This is a PWP sequel to "The Long Weekend".
Beta: Sweet padawanpooh, as ever.
~~~~~~
Martha was feeling really stressed from dealing with some difficult patients and it was a welcome relief to see Sarah Jane arrive.
"Why don't I give you a massage to help you to relax?" Sarah Jane asked after they finished their mugs of tea and Martha had expressed some of her frustration about her day.
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
She led Sarah Jane to her room, feeling glad that it was tidy: she still hadn't forgotten the Doctor picking up her knickers in her old flat that time after her extended first Tardis trip. This was only the second time that Sarah Jane had visited Martha's flat, and the first time she'd been invited into Martha's bedroom as they usually met at Sarah Jane's house.
They undressed, then Martha lay face down on the bed, feeling it dip as Sarah Jane knelt beside her. She closed her eyes as Sarah Jane began to massage her neck and shoulders, easing some of the tension out of the younger woman's muscles.
By the time Sarah Jane had finished, Martha was half asleep and feeling as if she might float away. However, she quickly woke up again when Sarah Jane began to kiss a trail down her back from the nape of her neck to her waist. Martha rolled onto her side, wanting to offer her share of kisses, and pulled her lover to lie beside her.
Martha wasn't surprised when kissing turned to more and Sarah Jane slipped a finger inside her, finding her already aroused.
"OK?" Sarah Jane asked as she wrapped her free arm around Martha.
"Mmm." Martha could only manage a mumble of contentment as Sarah Jane began to stroke her, adding a second, and then a third finger. When Martha reached a hand down to return the pleasure, Sarah Jane stopped her.
"I can wait," she said. "I want to see you come." She worked her fingers in deeper and Martha gasped with pleasure.
"Don't stop," she begged, her head falling back as her body arched in response to Sarah Jane's thrusting fingers.
"I won't," Sarah Jane promised as she kissed Martha's exposed throat. She kissed a path down from Martha's throat to her breasts, then laved her tongue over one erect nipple.
"Oh god!" Martha could feel her climax building and building, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold off her orgasm for much longer. Sarah Jane lifted her head again to kiss the younger woman, and Martha responded hungrily. She moaned softly into Sarah Jane's throat, then threw her head back as she came hard, her muscles tightening around the other woman's fingers. Once Martha had relaxed again, Sarah Jane pulled her fingers free, then kissed the younger woman.
"Feeling better?" Sarah Jane asked.
"Yes," sighed Martha.
"Good." Sarah Jane offered her fingers to Martha who sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around the tip of one before delicately sucking it into her mouth: Sarah Jane moaned softly at the sensuous sight.
"Lie on your back," Martha said quietly and waited whilst Sarah Jane obliged, then she began to kiss her way down her lover's body. She kissed, licked and nibbled a path from Sarah Jane's mouth to her thighs, pausing here and there to more fully enjoy Sarah Jane's responses.
Martha gently parted Sarah Jane's legs, lifting them to lick the backs of her knees, then nipped and kissed back up her legs until she reached Sarah Jane's core. She blew a cooling breath over her lover's heated flesh, grinning when Sarah Jane gasped a curse.
"Sarah Jane Smith! Do you kiss your son with that mouth?" She didn't give Sarah Jane a chance to answer before she began to kiss the older woman's folds. Martha lapped gently at her nub before curling her tongue into Sarah Jane's heat, eliciting a breathy moan that turned into an incoherent mumble as Martha wound her pleasure higher until Sarah Jane cried out as she reached her climax.
Martha crawled up the bed to half drape herself across Sarah Jane's body. "Good?" she asked.
"Very good," Sarah Jane answered, before kissing the younger woman, enjoying the taste of herself on Martha's mouth. She wrapped her arms around Martha's waist as she deepened the kiss. After a while she pulled away and rested her forehead against Martha's.
"How're your stress levels now?"
Martha laughed. "Much lower, thank you."
"Good."
They lay in comfortable silence for a while and Sarah Jane was half dozing when Martha spoke again. "I had an email from Jack again today."
"How is he?"
"His usual self. He wanted to know when the three of us could get together. I said I'd ask you and let him know."
"I'll check my diary before I leave," Sarah Jane said.
"He emails me at least three times a week since we came back from Odemark, and the Doctor rings me regularly."
"At least you know they care about you." Sarah Jane knew why they were keeping in regular contact with Martha and it was the same reason she'd been keeping a close eye on her: they were all concerned about the potential side effects of their recent trip and the debilitating technology they'd encountered.
"Mmm, true." She shifted a little and began to caress Sarah Jane's right breast, tracing her fingertips across the skin.
"That's nice," Sarah Jane said encouragingly as her own hand stroked across Martha's stomach, then down onto her thigh and Martha shifted again, moving her leg to give Sarah Jane easier access to the spot her fingers sought.
"That's nice too," Martha said as Sarah Jane slipped two fingers inside her and began to stroke her. She moved her mouth to Sarah Jane's breast as she skimmed her hand down her side and across her stomach, then caressed her inner thigh. Sarah Jane shifted her leg, encouraging Martha to go further, but she just slid her hand down to the back of Sarah Jane's knee, stroking her there instead.
"You tease," Sarah Jane said softly.
Martha lifted her head from Sarah Jane's breast, and released her nipple. "You're not the only tease around here," she said with a smirk, before shifting her mouth across to Sarah Jane's other breast. Her hand wandered back up the older woman's leg, then circled her entrance with light touches.
"Martha!"
The younger woman smirked around her nipple, then took pity on Sarah Jane and slipped two fingers into her heat, curling them to find her sweet spot, which elicited a gasp of pleasure.
Martha pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's breast and moved her head up to kiss her mouth instead. Tongues and fingers stroked and teased as they drove each other closer to orgasm, their bodies writhing and limbs tangling: a mixture of dark and pale skin, like cream swirled into coffee.
They came together, muscles clenching tightly around the other's fingers as pleasure swept through them both leaving them lying breathless and spent in its wake. They shifted around in the bed, making themselves more comfortable and ended up spooned together, Sarah Jane lying behind Martha, and after a little while they both slept.