One Night in Paris
Title: One Night in Paris
Author: tinkerbell8722 a.k.a. followthesiren
Rating: Adult...VERY adult. (Graphic sex, swearing.)
Pairing: Jack/Martha
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or Jack or Martha, blah blah blah.
Archive: Over on Teaspoon, contact me if you want to put it anywhere else.
Summary: What were Martha and Jack doing in their Tardis while the Doctor was with Romana trying to get Rose back? Can be a missing scene from my story "Comfortably Numb" or can be a PWP, smutty one-shot.
Jack and Martha walked down the streets of Paris hand in hand. They would have the Tardis to themselves for who knows how long. They reached the door of their Tardis and Martha quickly unlocked it with the key she kept on a chain around her neck.
They had barely gotten into the control room before Jack started kissing her. She felt herself pushed up against the console, with Jack’s body flush against hers. His hands snaked around her waist and Martha ran her hands over his chest. She slid his jacket down his shoulders and then yanked his braces down his arms.
“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom,” Jack said, his forehead pressed against hers. Words seemed to fail her, so she simply nodded and allowed herself to be led down the Tardis corridors. Jack took her to his bedroom and shut the door behind them.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked her, cupping her face gently.
“Mmm…” she nodded, “I’m sure.”
Jack smiled and leaned in to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him and felt his tongue slide inside. Martha moaned slightly as Jack’s hand slid under her shirt to rest on the small of her back. Martha pushed him gently so that he fell back onto the bed with her on top of him. She began to deftly undo the buttons on his shirt, popping them through the little holes with expert precision. When she got through with the last button she scratched her fingernails down his bare chest before removing his shirt completely. Jack sat up on the bed and reached for the hem of Martha’s shirt. He pulled it quickly over her head and then began peppering kisses down her neck and between her breasts. She leaned her head backwards as he licked up the side of her neck and bit her earlobe gently. Martha was quickly divested of her bra, and Jack ran the backs of his fingers across her breast. Her dark coloured nipple stood up under his assault.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said before leaning in to capture her nipple in his mouth. She let out a contented sigh and threaded her hands through his hair. Jack’s hands were running up and down her sides as his tongue continued to do marvellous things to her nipple. Martha used her grip on his hair to pull him back to her mouth as she reached for the button on his trousers. She could feel his hardness under her hand as she undid the zipper and began to wiggle his trousers down off of his hips. Not surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He leaned back on the bed and kicked his trousers onto the floor, and then made quick work of her jeans. Her knickers were pink and lacy and he drank in the sight of them before nearly ripping them from her body. Martha giggled slightly at his impatience.
They now lay completely bare before each other. Martha felt a sudden surge of self-consciousness, realising that Jack was probably much more experienced than she. Her cheeks tinged slightly pink and she lowered her eyes slightly.
“Martha,” he said, tenderly, “It’s okay.” She looked back into his eyes and smiled. She stroked his cheek with one finger and then brushed her lips against his. Jack eased Martha onto her back and then settled himself on top of her. He let his hand slip down her stomach and over the gentle curve of her hip. He trailed one finger down her bikini line before letting it slip between her slick folds.
Martha’s hips bucked into Jack’s hand as two of his fingers inched inside of her. She moaned throatily into his mouth as his thumb swiped over her clit. Jack pulled away from her mouth and licked a trail down the valley between her breasts.
“Oh, shit,” she murmured as he began to fuck her slowly with his hand. She reached her hand towards Jack’s cock, but he stopped her.
“No,” he whispered, “Let me play first.”
Martha smiled and nodded. Jack slowly moved down her body, letting his mouth leave a warm trail as he went. When he reached her centre he placed a teasing kiss on her clit, causing her to emit a low humming sound.
“You like that?” Jack asked, looking up at her.
“Yeah,” she breathed, “Do it again.”
Jack smiled, “Yes, ma’am.” He leaned his mouth back down to her clit and began stroking it with his tongue, continuing to fuck her with his fingers at the same time.
“Oh god,” she groaned, weaving her fingers through his hair, not hard or controlling, but gentle and guiding. Martha ran her fingernails across his scalp and down the back of his neck. Jack “mmmed” his approval and Martha felt the vibrations run through her cunt like electricity.
God she was close now. She could feel her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. She felt the waves of pleasure begin to wash over her, growing in intensity as they went. Jack could feel her muscles tensing under his hand and began to move faster.
“Jack,” Martha wailed, her back arching. Her toes curled under and her fingernails dug into Jack’s shoulder. She came harder and longer than she could ever remember coming before. Jack drew her orgasm out as long as he could before he felt Martha collapse on the bed.
Jack crawled up the bed to lay next to Martha, a very smug grin on his face. Martha looked over at him and laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, “You’re good, I’ll give you that. Now will you fuck me already?”
Jack looked at her in surprise.
“You’re very demanding,” he said, “I like it.” Martha just grinned and pulled Jack towards her in a deep, hungry kiss. Jack situated himself on top of Martha and lifted her thigh to wrap around himself. He gently, but firmly pushed himself inside of her. He felt her warmth around him and couldn’t help but moan her name. Martha reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him further into her.
Martha could feel his cock filling every inch of her. He was by far the largest man she’d been with, and it felt oh so good. He started to rock back and forth inside of her and she heard another moan escape her lips. Jack wrapped one arm around the back of her shoulders and let the other rest on the sheets at her waist. Martha locked her ankles together at the bottom of his spine. They were thoroughly wrapped around each other, and for the first time in a long time, Martha actually felt safe. Not that she didn’t enjoy her adventures with the Doctor; running for her life really was exciting, but it was nice that just for this moment, she felt totally and utterly secure. Jack, her lover, was everywhere in and around her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jack was pumping in and out of her and she could feel her second orgasm beginning.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, her fingernails digging little valleys in his shoulder.
Jack looked down at her, not breaking his rhythm even for a second.
“Are you close?” he asked, breathless. All Martha could do was nod. Jack moved his hand from the bed and pressed down onto her clit. After that it was only a moment before she was sent over the edge. When Jack felt her muscles contract in orgasm, he allowed his own climax to take over his mind and body. Martha felt him pouring into her as the last contractions of her orgasm ceased. Jack kissed her gently once more before rolling over to lie to her side. He stretched his arm out above him and gestured for her to come closer. Martha put her head on his chest and let her arm drape across his body. She gave his ribs a little squeeze and breathed a contented side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
“You are a wonder, Martha Jones,” he said. She laughed sleepily.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Jack Harkness,” and with that drifted into a satisfied slumber. Jack lay watching her for as long as he could before following her into sleep. His last thought as he fell asleep was Shit, I think I love her.