MMoM #8: Hitting the Jackpot
Title: Hitting the Jackpot
Author: hllangel
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Donna/Jack
Rating: NC17
Notes: Thank you, karaokegal, as always, for being a most excellent beta.
Donna noticed him instantly. It was hard not to, with that coat. He approached them, and gave the Doctor a hug before turning to her and holding out his hand.
“Captain Jack --,” he started to say.
Donna slapped him before he could even say his entire name.
Five hours later, she didn’t regret it at all, even if she'd only managed to provoke a comment about a ‘slap and tickle.’
It wasn't as if the Doctor hadn’t warned her about the flirting. But he'd managed to leave out an adequate description of how handsome Jack was. Not another stick-thin alien boy. Oh no. The man had meat on his bones, with a nearly flawless face and a perfect arse.
She’d wanted to reach out and grab it. While the gesture would have been welcome, to be sure, they had a bit of world-saving to do that got in the way, and Jack had disappeared after, dropping lewd hints about a hot date.
Donna wished she could see him in action. She imagined he'd start off with that same smile and hook her in easily. Would they take it slow, have dinner, chat a bit or just skip straight to the sex? Given what she’d seen, she was inclined to think the latter and that might be for the best. Why waste time? He’d probably be a fantastic fuck, Donna thought. Unless he was gay. But then he’d still be fantastic, just not with her - or any other woman.
That train of thought was entirely unproductive, but so was thinking of him at all. She’d sworn from the moment he smiled at her that she’d never sleep with him. Of course, that didn’t exclude thinking of him. She reached to the side of the bed and opened the drawer that she’d be mortified if the Doctor ever found and pulled out her favorite toy and some slick. Good thing he hadn't been at all interested in inspecting the vast amount of luggage she'd carried around In hopes of his return. Within a few minutes, she was spreading her legs and sliding the dildo inside. It felt good, but wasn't nearly enough. She wanted more than a rubber toy.
She wanted Jack. If she ever fucked him, she’d make sure there was a mirror hanging in the room just so she could see that arse as he thrust into her. She fingered her clit, thinking of that smile and wishing that Jack’s strong fingers were between her legs. He probably knew how to drive women mad, handshake like that. Firm and warm. Donna rubbed harder and faster, thrusting the dildo in and out. She could feel the pleasure building at the base her spine. Donna imagined grabbing Jack’s arse, digging her nails in, forcing him closer to her, further in, and that was it. Her orgasm hit her, and every muscle tensed up and then relaxed, leaving her drifting in its wake.
Donna lay on her bed for a few more minutes, composing herself before cleaning up her toy, changing the sheets and hopping into the shower. She was wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and drying her hair when there was a knock on the door.
She opened it to find Jack standing there, perfect smile and all.
“Hot date?” he asked.
Author: hllangel
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Donna/Jack
Rating: NC17
Notes: Thank you, karaokegal, as always, for being a most excellent beta.
Donna noticed him instantly. It was hard not to, with that coat. He approached them, and gave the Doctor a hug before turning to her and holding out his hand.
“Captain Jack --,” he started to say.
Donna slapped him before he could even say his entire name.
Five hours later, she didn’t regret it at all, even if she'd only managed to provoke a comment about a ‘slap and tickle.’
It wasn't as if the Doctor hadn’t warned her about the flirting. But he'd managed to leave out an adequate description of how handsome Jack was. Not another stick-thin alien boy. Oh no. The man had meat on his bones, with a nearly flawless face and a perfect arse.
She’d wanted to reach out and grab it. While the gesture would have been welcome, to be sure, they had a bit of world-saving to do that got in the way, and Jack had disappeared after, dropping lewd hints about a hot date.
Donna wished she could see him in action. She imagined he'd start off with that same smile and hook her in easily. Would they take it slow, have dinner, chat a bit or just skip straight to the sex? Given what she’d seen, she was inclined to think the latter and that might be for the best. Why waste time? He’d probably be a fantastic fuck, Donna thought. Unless he was gay. But then he’d still be fantastic, just not with her - or any other woman.
That train of thought was entirely unproductive, but so was thinking of him at all. She’d sworn from the moment he smiled at her that she’d never sleep with him. Of course, that didn’t exclude thinking of him. She reached to the side of the bed and opened the drawer that she’d be mortified if the Doctor ever found and pulled out her favorite toy and some slick. Good thing he hadn't been at all interested in inspecting the vast amount of luggage she'd carried around In hopes of his return. Within a few minutes, she was spreading her legs and sliding the dildo inside. It felt good, but wasn't nearly enough. She wanted more than a rubber toy.
She wanted Jack. If she ever fucked him, she’d make sure there was a mirror hanging in the room just so she could see that arse as he thrust into her. She fingered her clit, thinking of that smile and wishing that Jack’s strong fingers were between her legs. He probably knew how to drive women mad, handshake like that. Firm and warm. Donna rubbed harder and faster, thrusting the dildo in and out. She could feel the pleasure building at the base her spine. Donna imagined grabbing Jack’s arse, digging her nails in, forcing him closer to her, further in, and that was it. Her orgasm hit her, and every muscle tensed up and then relaxed, leaving her drifting in its wake.
Donna lay on her bed for a few more minutes, composing herself before cleaning up her toy, changing the sheets and hopping into the shower. She was wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and drying her hair when there was a knock on the door.
She opened it to find Jack standing there, perfect smile and all.
“Hot date?” he asked.