Vampires, Women, and Electricity
Title: Vampires, Women, and Electricity
Author: TARDIS_Mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Martha Jones, Nikola Tesla, or any characters mentioned...sadly.
Summary: Nikola Tesla is horny and he wants Martha Jones to know it.
Beta: The awesome-sauce abstruse_fangrl. All editing is her fault. LOL. Any mistakes are mine, pretty much, but hopefully you can look past them. :D
A/N: I just wrote this on an impulse as I'm still writing my DW/Sanctuary crossover...
*And special thank you to angelfireeast for reading to make sure I had Nikola down, and to persiflage_1 who was willing to read it, but has never seen the show...and it just never made it to her inbox. LOL.
“Stop that!” Martha yelled at Nikola for the umpteenth time that night. The vampire, while Martha was sleeping soundly next to him, was giving her ample bottom a couple harmless jolts of electricity with his fingers, causing her body to twitch.
“Ah, I was wondering when you’d finally wake up so I could take complete advantage of you.” Nikola grinned from his side of the bed and shifted closer to Martha’s backside, making sure she knew he was horny with his erection pressing against her. His right hand was rested on her hip, making its way down between her thighs.
“No,” she said over her shoulder, stopping his hand with hers. “I’m too bloody tired and incredibly sore from earlier.” She then looked at the clock on her side table and groaned. “And it’s three in the morning…turn your libido off.”
“Come on, lover girl,” he coaxed and sent another volt jolt of electricity up her body, causing her to turn and face him angrily. Martha nearly slapped him, but Nikola grabbed her hand and pinned his telepathic lover to the bed. “That’s more like it.”
“Obviously this can’t wait till later,” Martha said, now fully awake. She felt Nikola’s breath against her neck and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. He’d already left a large mark on the other side, letting the men in the Sanctuary (namely Will) know she was taken. Nikola was the possessive type.
“Well I could, but, I can’t promise it won’t hurt later.” He nuzzled her neck, placing a soft kiss there before nipping at it lightly.
“Either way, my neck still hurts and so does the rest of my body with the way you were bending me over, so how much more pain can you give me without actually breaking me?” she asked, almost challenging him.
“Don’t tempt me to try, Martha,” he said, carefully spreading her open just enough to fit his slim body between her legs and push his way inside. Martha’s back arched off the bed, as she desperately gripped his hair tight; she knew he liked that. “Granted I’d never hurt you so much that you’d break, but now I’m curious how far you’re willing to take our sexual relationship.”
“What about our other relationship?” Martha asked with a hiss as he sped up. “You know…the one where you wine and dine me away from the Sanctuary occasionally.”
“Why is it,” he stopped thrusting, causing Martha to pout, “that you human women always want a concrete relationship?”
“I guess we’re just funny that way,” she said, thrusting up to meet his hips. “Of course, there’s always men like Will or Henry to fulfill that-” Tesla silenced her with passionate, hard kiss. He could feel her grin against his mouth, knowing full well the subject of Will got under his skin. He’d seen the way the younger man looked at Martha, and he hated it.
‘Perhaps it was time to bite the bullet.’ He knew if he wanted to keep Martha, he’d have to let her know somehow that he really did care about her, whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself. He’d been in love many times before, but he didn’t always like to acknowledge it.
Martha sucked his bottom lip as he pulled away slightly.
“And why do you always bring that little twit up when we’re alone together?” he asked, suddenly thrusting in to her hard. Martha gasped and her head flew back with her eyes shut. “Do you have a thing for young Will?”
“I might,” she said. He wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth, but it was making him angrier just thinking about it.
‘No, of course she’s lying. She’s doing this to make me angry.’ He said to himself.
“I guess I’ll have to make you forget him, then.” Nikola grabbed her waist and pulled her harder against him just before pinning her wrists above her head. His hips started moving harder and faster. He could hear Martha’s heart racing in her chest and her legs embraced his waist, urging him to go faster.
“Must you be so possessive?” Martha asked, catching her breath. Nikola bent down and took her ear lobe between his teeth.
“Well, you are mine, if that’s what you mean. I claimed you, remember?” He growled. His bite mark on her neck proved the claim.
He could sense Martha’s orgasm was close, and so was his. The vampire whispered a few dirty words in her ear just before he came inside her. “Mine,” he whispered as Martha followed, arching her back before falling back down on the bed. Nikola lowered himself on top of her, resting his head on her chest.
“So…was that making me yours or proving I’m yours?” asked Martha once she finally found her voice and her breath.
“Does it matter?” he murmured against her chest. “Either way, you’re still mine.”
They fell quiet after a while, and Martha was sure he’d fallen asleep as soon as she started running a hand up and down his sweaty back. She, however, stayed awake thinking about where this ‘relationship’ would be going, or if there even was a relationship. Despite not needing a relationship, she didn’t want to be led on for someone else’s convenience.
Nikola wasn’t one to settle down with someone, and that only reminded her of the Doctor.
Martha chuckled to herself when she thought of how she always went for much older men; Nikola was around 158 and the Doctor was about 904.
‘Much, much older, Martha.’
“Do I make you laugh?” Nikola asked, feeling her stomach vibrate.
“No, I was just thinking about something,” she said in a whisper. “Actually,” she stroked his hair, “you do make me laugh.” Martha slapped his back when she felt another jolt of electricity hit her skin. “And you can keep those to yourself, vampire.”
“I thought you liked it,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Martha’s face in the dark. The vampire then dipped his head to run the tip of his tongue over her dark nipple; his tongue gave a smaller jolt of electricity, causing her to moan and grip his shoulders hard enough to leave oval shaped marks on his pale body. “Thought so.”
“And now that you know I do, can you please let me sleep for another five or six hours? Some of us have work to do tomorrow, unlike you, who just sits in the library all day drinking bottles and bottles of expensive wine.” Nikola raised his eyebrow at her. “Go to bed.” When he didn’t budge, Martha tapped into his mind and realized what he wanted. “Fine,” she tilted her head to the side, “make your mark.”
Nikola grinned and gave her a dark mark on her neck to match the other side before pulling away to let her sleep. It didn’t take long for Martha to shift into her position and rest her head on the vampire’s shoulder and her left arm around his waist.
The vampire soon wrapped his arms around Martha protectively, kissed her head, and listened to her soft breathing.
‘Thank god Magnus isn’t here,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’d never hear the end of it.’
Author: TARDIS_Mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Martha Jones, Nikola Tesla, or any characters mentioned...sadly.
Summary: Nikola Tesla is horny and he wants Martha Jones to know it.
Beta: The awesome-sauce abstruse_fangrl. All editing is her fault. LOL. Any mistakes are mine, pretty much, but hopefully you can look past them. :D
A/N: I just wrote this on an impulse as I'm still writing my DW/Sanctuary crossover...
*And special thank you to angelfireeast for reading to make sure I had Nikola down, and to persiflage_1 who was willing to read it, but has never seen the show...and it just never made it to her inbox. LOL.
“Stop that!” Martha yelled at Nikola for the umpteenth time that night. The vampire, while Martha was sleeping soundly next to him, was giving her ample bottom a couple harmless jolts of electricity with his fingers, causing her body to twitch.
“Ah, I was wondering when you’d finally wake up so I could take complete advantage of you.” Nikola grinned from his side of the bed and shifted closer to Martha’s backside, making sure she knew he was horny with his erection pressing against her. His right hand was rested on her hip, making its way down between her thighs.
“No,” she said over her shoulder, stopping his hand with hers. “I’m too bloody tired and incredibly sore from earlier.” She then looked at the clock on her side table and groaned. “And it’s three in the morning…turn your libido off.”
“Come on, lover girl,” he coaxed and sent another volt jolt of electricity up her body, causing her to turn and face him angrily. Martha nearly slapped him, but Nikola grabbed her hand and pinned his telepathic lover to the bed. “That’s more like it.”
“Obviously this can’t wait till later,” Martha said, now fully awake. She felt Nikola’s breath against her neck and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. He’d already left a large mark on the other side, letting the men in the Sanctuary (namely Will) know she was taken. Nikola was the possessive type.
“Well I could, but, I can’t promise it won’t hurt later.” He nuzzled her neck, placing a soft kiss there before nipping at it lightly.
“Either way, my neck still hurts and so does the rest of my body with the way you were bending me over, so how much more pain can you give me without actually breaking me?” she asked, almost challenging him.
“Don’t tempt me to try, Martha,” he said, carefully spreading her open just enough to fit his slim body between her legs and push his way inside. Martha’s back arched off the bed, as she desperately gripped his hair tight; she knew he liked that. “Granted I’d never hurt you so much that you’d break, but now I’m curious how far you’re willing to take our sexual relationship.”
“What about our other relationship?” Martha asked with a hiss as he sped up. “You know…the one where you wine and dine me away from the Sanctuary occasionally.”
“Why is it,” he stopped thrusting, causing Martha to pout, “that you human women always want a concrete relationship?”
“I guess we’re just funny that way,” she said, thrusting up to meet his hips. “Of course, there’s always men like Will or Henry to fulfill that-” Tesla silenced her with passionate, hard kiss. He could feel her grin against his mouth, knowing full well the subject of Will got under his skin. He’d seen the way the younger man looked at Martha, and he hated it.
‘Perhaps it was time to bite the bullet.’ He knew if he wanted to keep Martha, he’d have to let her know somehow that he really did care about her, whether or not he wanted to admit it to himself. He’d been in love many times before, but he didn’t always like to acknowledge it.
Martha sucked his bottom lip as he pulled away slightly.
“And why do you always bring that little twit up when we’re alone together?” he asked, suddenly thrusting in to her hard. Martha gasped and her head flew back with her eyes shut. “Do you have a thing for young Will?”
“I might,” she said. He wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth, but it was making him angrier just thinking about it.
‘No, of course she’s lying. She’s doing this to make me angry.’ He said to himself.
“I guess I’ll have to make you forget him, then.” Nikola grabbed her waist and pulled her harder against him just before pinning her wrists above her head. His hips started moving harder and faster. He could hear Martha’s heart racing in her chest and her legs embraced his waist, urging him to go faster.
“Must you be so possessive?” Martha asked, catching her breath. Nikola bent down and took her ear lobe between his teeth.
“Well, you are mine, if that’s what you mean. I claimed you, remember?” He growled. His bite mark on her neck proved the claim.
He could sense Martha’s orgasm was close, and so was his. The vampire whispered a few dirty words in her ear just before he came inside her. “Mine,” he whispered as Martha followed, arching her back before falling back down on the bed. Nikola lowered himself on top of her, resting his head on her chest.
“So…was that making me yours or proving I’m yours?” asked Martha once she finally found her voice and her breath.
“Does it matter?” he murmured against her chest. “Either way, you’re still mine.”
They fell quiet after a while, and Martha was sure he’d fallen asleep as soon as she started running a hand up and down his sweaty back. She, however, stayed awake thinking about where this ‘relationship’ would be going, or if there even was a relationship. Despite not needing a relationship, she didn’t want to be led on for someone else’s convenience.
Nikola wasn’t one to settle down with someone, and that only reminded her of the Doctor.
Martha chuckled to herself when she thought of how she always went for much older men; Nikola was around 158 and the Doctor was about 904.
‘Much, much older, Martha.’
“Do I make you laugh?” Nikola asked, feeling her stomach vibrate.
“No, I was just thinking about something,” she said in a whisper. “Actually,” she stroked his hair, “you do make me laugh.” Martha slapped his back when she felt another jolt of electricity hit her skin. “And you can keep those to yourself, vampire.”
“I thought you liked it,” he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Martha’s face in the dark. The vampire then dipped his head to run the tip of his tongue over her dark nipple; his tongue gave a smaller jolt of electricity, causing her to moan and grip his shoulders hard enough to leave oval shaped marks on his pale body. “Thought so.”
“And now that you know I do, can you please let me sleep for another five or six hours? Some of us have work to do tomorrow, unlike you, who just sits in the library all day drinking bottles and bottles of expensive wine.” Nikola raised his eyebrow at her. “Go to bed.” When he didn’t budge, Martha tapped into his mind and realized what he wanted. “Fine,” she tilted her head to the side, “make your mark.”
Nikola grinned and gave her a dark mark on her neck to match the other side before pulling away to let her sleep. It didn’t take long for Martha to shift into her position and rest her head on the vampire’s shoulder and her left arm around his waist.
The vampire soon wrapped his arms around Martha protectively, kissed her head, and listened to her soft breathing.
‘Thank god Magnus isn’t here,’ he thought to himself. ‘I’d never hear the end of it.’