DOCTOR WHO FICLET: A Timelord's Kiss [ Martha/Romana | N17 ]
Title: A Timelord's Kiss
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha Jones/Romana
Disclaimer; Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: This is a complete tangent, and not part of my usual martha’verse. It’s also rather naughty, a PWP, so pay close attention to the N17 rating and the femmeslash pairing!
A TIMELORD’S KISS
Martha had always liked being kissed by a Timelord; Romana was no exception.
The first time was quick and lazy. A goodnight kiss with tongue, after two bottles of fortified wine on a backwater planet. The second time happened about a week later, when Romana found her in the TARDIS library and pulled her out of her chair.
“What’s wrong?” Martha asked.
“Don’t be silly,” Romana told her. “Nothing’s wrong, that’s the whole point. We have time now.” Her kiss was firm; confident of its acceptance; one hand stroking Martha’s hair, as the other unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips.
“Wait,” Martha gasped, coming up for air. “What if somebody walks in?”
“There’s only the Doctor,” Romana said, with a shrug. “It won’t be anything he hasn’t seen before.”
Martha wondered at that, but only briefly, as Romana quickly divested them of their clothes and pulled Martha to the floor. “We’ll find a bed later,” she promised.
And they did find a bed
Much, much later.
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
Exhausted, sated, aching pleasantly in places she didn’t know she had, Martha draped herself over Romana, picking up the double beat of her two hearts. “Should we be doing this?” she asked softly.
“Should we be doing what? Lying here?” She heard the smile in Romana’s voice. “We can be more active, if you’d like?” She felt her shift beneath her, and the cool pressure of her hand as it curved along her hip, her thumb stroking the dip between her thigh and underbelly. Martha breathed out, a hum of longing, as arousal flared again. She closed her eyes.
“What will the Doctor think?” she breathed. “He won’t think it’s strange?”
“You worry too much,” Romana told her firmly, as she deftly flipped them over on the bed. Martha sighed as she felt the already familiar pressure of Romana’s lips press along the line of her collarbone, her tongue flicking along her skin. “You humans are so warm, I think I like it,” Romana murmured as her head dipped, her lips capturing the peak of her breast, nibbling it, licking it, as if she were good to taste.
Martha arched into her, her hand snaking down, testing Romana’s arousal. She was wet. She crooked a finger, and dipped inside.
Romana’s eyes flashed open, her lips parting. “Oh, that’s nice…”
“Trust me, it’s going to get nicer,” Martha told her. She crooked a second finger, stretching her, and the Time Lord sighed, rocking against Martha’s hand as her mouth pressed against Martha’s lips; her tongue slipping in, cool and deft.
Romana shifted, her lips still locked to Martha’s mouth as her hand followed Martha’s lead. They rolled in the bed, side by side now; legs entangled, mouths open and searching, teasing each other to orgasm.
“Oh yes,” Romana murmured hoarsely, as she shuddered her release. “I think … I like this…a lot.”
And Martha clutched at her tightly, as the ecstasy rolled in.
It seemed she liked shagging Timelords too.
~~~~~And, um, the sequel...~~~~~
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha Jones/Romana
Disclaimer; Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: This is a complete tangent, and not part of my usual martha’verse. It’s also rather naughty, a PWP, so pay close attention to the N17 rating and the femmeslash pairing!
A TIMELORD’S KISS
Martha had always liked being kissed by a Timelord; Romana was no exception.
The first time was quick and lazy. A goodnight kiss with tongue, after two bottles of fortified wine on a backwater planet. The second time happened about a week later, when Romana found her in the TARDIS library and pulled her out of her chair.
“What’s wrong?” Martha asked.
“Don’t be silly,” Romana told her. “Nothing’s wrong, that’s the whole point. We have time now.” Her kiss was firm; confident of its acceptance; one hand stroking Martha’s hair, as the other unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her hips.
“Wait,” Martha gasped, coming up for air. “What if somebody walks in?”
“There’s only the Doctor,” Romana said, with a shrug. “It won’t be anything he hasn’t seen before.”
Martha wondered at that, but only briefly, as Romana quickly divested them of their clothes and pulled Martha to the floor. “We’ll find a bed later,” she promised.
And they did find a bed
Much, much later.
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
Exhausted, sated, aching pleasantly in places she didn’t know she had, Martha draped herself over Romana, picking up the double beat of her two hearts. “Should we be doing this?” she asked softly.
“Should we be doing what? Lying here?” She heard the smile in Romana’s voice. “We can be more active, if you’d like?” She felt her shift beneath her, and the cool pressure of her hand as it curved along her hip, her thumb stroking the dip between her thigh and underbelly. Martha breathed out, a hum of longing, as arousal flared again. She closed her eyes.
“What will the Doctor think?” she breathed. “He won’t think it’s strange?”
“You worry too much,” Romana told her firmly, as she deftly flipped them over on the bed. Martha sighed as she felt the already familiar pressure of Romana’s lips press along the line of her collarbone, her tongue flicking along her skin. “You humans are so warm, I think I like it,” Romana murmured as her head dipped, her lips capturing the peak of her breast, nibbling it, licking it, as if she were good to taste.
Martha arched into her, her hand snaking down, testing Romana’s arousal. She was wet. She crooked a finger, and dipped inside.
Romana’s eyes flashed open, her lips parting. “Oh, that’s nice…”
“Trust me, it’s going to get nicer,” Martha told her. She crooked a second finger, stretching her, and the Time Lord sighed, rocking against Martha’s hand as her mouth pressed against Martha’s lips; her tongue slipping in, cool and deft.
Romana shifted, her lips still locked to Martha’s mouth as her hand followed Martha’s lead. They rolled in the bed, side by side now; legs entangled, mouths open and searching, teasing each other to orgasm.
“Oh yes,” Romana murmured hoarsely, as she shuddered her release. “I think … I like this…a lot.”
And Martha clutched at her tightly, as the ecstasy rolled in.
It seemed she liked shagging Timelords too.
~~~~~And, um, the sequel...~~~~~