Torchwood/Dr Who - fic - Damn Good Vibrations, Jack/Martha, NC-17
Title - Damn Good Vibrations
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Pairing - Jack/Martha
Length - 350 words
Summary - unashamed PWP, with edging
Spoilers - to New Who 4.13 Journey’s End
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Written for the latest porn battle
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Damn Good Vibrations
by Laura
The vibrator’s inside, filling and stretching her body. It’s set at a slow, steady, thrum. Well, except for when Jack occasionally flicks it to a higher speed, but only for about thirty seconds. And with no warning at all, the bastard. Not even A Smile. Martha doesn’t exactly need that bit of his seduction game, though, seeing as she’s already naked, sprawled out on a hotel room bed.
She had moaned and arched her back off the bed, the first time he’d done that.
But, lying beside her, he’d said, “Hold it, Martha,” before lowering the speed again. “Don’t move, don’t give into the urge to buck your hips. You can come when I say so, and not before. It’ll be worth it, just you wait and see.”
“It had bloody better be, Jack,” she’d replied, before dropping down onto the bed, heavily. She’d mostly stayed still, the other times Jack had increased the speed. She’d closed her eyes, moaned, but she hadn’t bucked her hips.
Then the vibrator’s pressed a little deeper, making her gasp. Jack goes from slow and steady, to an even higher speed than he’s already used. And he leaves the toy at that speed for longer than thirty seconds. Martha sees flickers of light, behind her eyes.
With the vibrator still going, Jack swiftly pulls it from her body, then whispers, right into her ear, “Buck those hips, arch your back, Dr Jones. Come. Come for me.”
Martha was so on edge, so desperate to come, to move, and the order from Jack tips her over the edge, so very fast. She moves, finally. Moaning Jack’s name, she comes. With the all built up tension, all the pleasure she was holding onto now allowed to be let go of, she comes so hard, she’s gasping for breath.
“Told you, didn’t I?” Jack soon says, kissing her, a smile on his face. He strokes a hand over her torso; it’s a gentle, calming gesture, not sexual.
“Oh, yes,” Martha replies, happily, with her heart still going ten to the dozen. “That was definitely worth it, Jack.”
-end-
crosspost:
torchwood_fic
jackmartha
dwfiction
lifeonmartha
galactic_conman
torchwood_decaf
new_who
Author - laurab1
Rating - NC-17 aka 18
Pairing - Jack/Martha
Length - 350 words
Summary - unashamed PWP, with edging
Spoilers - to New Who 4.13 Journey’s End
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Written for the latest porn battle
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Damn Good Vibrations
by Laura
The vibrator’s inside, filling and stretching her body. It’s set at a slow, steady, thrum. Well, except for when Jack occasionally flicks it to a higher speed, but only for about thirty seconds. And with no warning at all, the bastard. Not even A Smile. Martha doesn’t exactly need that bit of his seduction game, though, seeing as she’s already naked, sprawled out on a hotel room bed.
She had moaned and arched her back off the bed, the first time he’d done that.
But, lying beside her, he’d said, “Hold it, Martha,” before lowering the speed again. “Don’t move, don’t give into the urge to buck your hips. You can come when I say so, and not before. It’ll be worth it, just you wait and see.”
“It had bloody better be, Jack,” she’d replied, before dropping down onto the bed, heavily. She’d mostly stayed still, the other times Jack had increased the speed. She’d closed her eyes, moaned, but she hadn’t bucked her hips.
Then the vibrator’s pressed a little deeper, making her gasp. Jack goes from slow and steady, to an even higher speed than he’s already used. And he leaves the toy at that speed for longer than thirty seconds. Martha sees flickers of light, behind her eyes.
With the vibrator still going, Jack swiftly pulls it from her body, then whispers, right into her ear, “Buck those hips, arch your back, Dr Jones. Come. Come for me.”
Martha was so on edge, so desperate to come, to move, and the order from Jack tips her over the edge, so very fast. She moves, finally. Moaning Jack’s name, she comes. With the all built up tension, all the pleasure she was holding onto now allowed to be let go of, she comes so hard, she’s gasping for breath.
“Told you, didn’t I?” Jack soon says, kissing her, a smile on his face. He strokes a hand over her torso; it’s a gentle, calming gesture, not sexual.
“Oh, yes,” Martha replies, happily, with her heart still going ten to the dozen. “That was definitely worth it, Jack.”
-end-
crosspost:
torchwood_fic
jackmartha
dwfiction
lifeonmartha
galactic_conman
torchwood_decaf
new_who