Torchwood/Dr Who - fic - Electric Dreams, Jack/Martha, R
Title - Electric Dreams
Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Martha
Rating - R aka 15, a tiny bit of kink.
Length - 400 words
Summary - “How does the human body react to electricity, Doctor Jones?” Jack asked.
Spoilers - to Torchwood 2.12 Fragments
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
For persiflage_1, as requested here. I offered drabbles/snippets/icons in lieu of cards, and requests are still open :)
Electric Dreams
by Laura
Martha was thoroughly convinced Jack had only dragged her down to this poorly-lit archive area in the basement of the Torchwood Three Hub so he could stare at her bum, as she bent over really old and very battered indeed metal filing cabinets. Suspension files, the curse of the office. And, of course, his staring at her clothed bum was often swiftly followed by his caressing her naked bum.
Not that she ever minded, of course.
God, no.
“What are we searching for, again, Jack?” she said, removing her hands from the drawer, and dusting them off. Pushing it closed, straightening up, she turned around to look at him, as he sat in a wooden chair. She caught him staring, quite clearly, as he jumped a little, before the sexy, self-satisfied smirk he usually wore came back.
So bloody shameless, Captain Harkness. It’s just as well you’re bloody gorgeous, too.
“Anything at all?” Arms folded, she leant back against the cabinet. Then she raised one well-plucked eyebrow, put on her own smirk, and asked, “Or did you just get me down here so you could stare at my bum, mister?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Doctor Martha Jones,” he replied, grinning, without missing a beat, but with emphasis on the doctor. Oh, God, what was he planning, this time? “And we both know it sure as hell isn’t, honey.”
In response, Martha just raised her other well-plucked eyebrow. Get on with it, then, Captain.
“How does the human body react to electricity, Doctor Jones?” Jack asked.
He stood, walked over to her. It was all of ten feet, and his question had come out of the blue, so she didn’t really have time to think of an answer. Then he was slipping his big hands inside her lab coat, settling them on her waist, and kissing her lips, and, as per usual, all coherent thought promptly went straight out the window.
“Depends on the voltage,” Martha somehow managed to force out, looking up at him.
“Wanna discover what voltage will make you scream with pleasure, Doctor Jones?”
Kinky bastard. And, much to her surprise, Martha learned she might have a kink or two of her own, as she did want to discover that.
“Oh, God, yes, Jack,” she told him, throwing an arm around his neck, dragging his lips back down to hers, and kissing, kissing, kissing.
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Author - laurab1
Pairing - Jack/Martha
Rating - R aka 15, a tiny bit of kink.
Length - 400 words
Summary - “How does the human body react to electricity, Doctor Jones?” Jack asked.
Spoilers - to Torchwood 2.12 Fragments
Disclaimer - alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
For persiflage_1, as requested here. I offered drabbles/snippets/icons in lieu of cards, and requests are still open :)
Electric Dreams
by Laura
Martha was thoroughly convinced Jack had only dragged her down to this poorly-lit archive area in the basement of the Torchwood Three Hub so he could stare at her bum, as she bent over really old and very battered indeed metal filing cabinets. Suspension files, the curse of the office. And, of course, his staring at her clothed bum was often swiftly followed by his caressing her naked bum.
Not that she ever minded, of course.
God, no.
“What are we searching for, again, Jack?” she said, removing her hands from the drawer, and dusting them off. Pushing it closed, straightening up, she turned around to look at him, as he sat in a wooden chair. She caught him staring, quite clearly, as he jumped a little, before the sexy, self-satisfied smirk he usually wore came back.
So bloody shameless, Captain Harkness. It’s just as well you’re bloody gorgeous, too.
“Anything at all?” Arms folded, she leant back against the cabinet. Then she raised one well-plucked eyebrow, put on her own smirk, and asked, “Or did you just get me down here so you could stare at my bum, mister?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Doctor Martha Jones,” he replied, grinning, without missing a beat, but with emphasis on the doctor. Oh, God, what was he planning, this time? “And we both know it sure as hell isn’t, honey.”
In response, Martha just raised her other well-plucked eyebrow. Get on with it, then, Captain.
“How does the human body react to electricity, Doctor Jones?” Jack asked.
He stood, walked over to her. It was all of ten feet, and his question had come out of the blue, so she didn’t really have time to think of an answer. Then he was slipping his big hands inside her lab coat, settling them on her waist, and kissing her lips, and, as per usual, all coherent thought promptly went straight out the window.
“Depends on the voltage,” Martha somehow managed to force out, looking up at him.
“Wanna discover what voltage will make you scream with pleasure, Doctor Jones?”
Kinky bastard. And, much to her surprise, Martha learned she might have a kink or two of her own, as she did want to discover that.
“Oh, God, yes, Jack,” she told him, throwing an arm around his neck, dragging his lips back down to hers, and kissing, kissing, kissing.
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