Red Silk
Title: Red Silk (Colours 1/4)
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Utopia, if you squint
Summary: Martha Jones has only been working at Torchwood for three days, but she's already having an impact.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who", "Torchwood" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: The idea for this story woke me up at silly o'clock this morning, even though I hadn't planned to write a Martha/Jack fic !
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Martha Jones walked into her boss' office, her eyes on the file she was flicking through.
"Jack, I - Oh!" She stopped, looking at her boss as he opened his eyes and focused on her. "Sorry Jack, I didn't realise you were busy." She started to back towards the door of the office.
"Martha, wait."
She stopped, trying not to think about what she'd caught him doing. "I'll speak to you when you've finished."
"Martha, please don't go." There was a pleading note in his voice that surprised her. She reached out and shut the door, even though she knew they were alone in the Hub. Then she made a decision and crossed the office to his desk. She put the file down, then leant on his desk, fixing him with her gaze.
"Do you need a hand or something, Captain?"
The sultry tone in her voice was almost Jack's undoing, but he managed to maintain his control. "Or something," he agreed.
Martha licked her lips, then circled the desk, looking down at his erection in his hand. "OK." She swiftly slipped out of her tight black jeans, then slipped off the red silk knickers she wore beneath them. She'd fancied Jack from the minute she'd met him at the end of the Universe, and he knew it as well as she did. They both knew, too, that he was the main reason she'd agreed to stay on at Torchwood after he'd called her in to help out with an alien infestation. The sexual tension between them over the last three days had made her body sing with nervous energy.
Jack pushed his chair further back from his desk and sighed with pleasure when she sat down in his lap, impaling herself on his hard length.
"Oh god, Martha," he murmured. "I don't think I'm gonna last long."
"That's OK," she answered, then she pressed her mouth to his and they devoured each other hungrily as she rode him. He stretched and filled her wonderfully, and she concentrated on making sure it was good for both of them whilst it lasted. Jack shouted her name as he exploded inside her, whilst his name was like a caress from her lips as her orgasm washed through her.
"There's a bed downstairs," Jack said when they'd recovered a bit.
"I didn't think you slept?" Martha asked.
"I don't much." He kissed her softly, tenderness in his eyes as well as his touch. "Stay for a while?"
"OK." She didn't see any need to rush off, it wasn't as if there was anyone waiting for her.
He lifted her from his lap, and she gathered up her jeans and knickers, then followed him down the ladder to his room. He pulled her into a hug, then began kissing her as he unbuttoned her shirt.
"There's something wrong with this scenario," she said, when he finally allowed her to catch her breath again.
"What's that?" he asked before beginning to kiss the side of her neck.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she gasped.
He slipped her shirt off her shoulders, then down her arms. "You're not helpless, are you?" he asked teasingly.
"Definitely not," she answered, laughing, as she began to strip him with practised efficiency.
When he was wearing only his trousers and she was naked, she looked up at him again. "I bet you go commando." She unfastened his trousers and slipped them off his hips, letting them fall to his feet. "I knew it!" she exclaimed as he stepped out of his trousers.
"No sense in wasting time on underwear," Jack said cheerfully.
"You're so cocky." She ran her hand down his erection which was already half hard again.
He smirked at her, then gasped as she cupped his balls.
"Tell you what, though," she murmured as her hand stroked back up his length.
"What?" His question was breathless, which surprised him.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you in my red silk knickers."
His eyes widened with astonishment and she felt absurdly pleased by his reaction.
"I didn't know you were so kinky," he commented, feeling breathless again.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Captain Jack Harkness," she answered.
"So teach me, Doctor Jones."
She grinned up at him, then bent and retrieved her knickers. "Put these on."
"You do realise they're several sizes too small?" he asked as he took them from her.
"That's part of the fun," Martha answered.
"If they split, I'll take you shopping for new ones," he said, grinning at her.
"I'd enjoy that." She licked her lips in anticipation as he pulled the red silk up his long legs. Jack moaned as the material trapped his erection, leaving him half exposed above the waistband.
"Oh fuck!"
"Not yet," Martha answered. She stepped closer and pressed her body against his, causing him to moan again as her hard nipples and hot core pressed against his body. His hands moved from her waist to cup her buttocks and press her heat against his increasingly hard length. She began to kiss him fiercely, biting his bottom lip, then thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hips bucked forward and he moaned her name into her mouth. Then she pulled away and, sinking to her knees, took a moment to admire the sight in front of her before running her tongue up the length of his erection.
"Shit! You're a tease, Doctor Jones," he growled.
"And you like it," she answered, knowing that he did since he was such a flirt and a tease himself.
She held his hips as she worked her tongue up and down his length, enjoying the moans and gasps she elicited from him. Then she took the head of his erection into her mouth and sucked hard. It was too much for Jack and he came, pumping his release into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then stood up and kissed him hard. He tasted himself on her lips and tongue, and felt dizzy with desire again.
He pulled her up into his arms, then turned and dropped her onto his bed. Martha giggled at the sight of him still wearing her knickers. Jack pulled them off hastily, then climbed onto the bed and began kissing her again. The fingers of his right hand skimmed over her breasts, stroking and squeezing, before moving down over her ribs, then her flat, muscled stomach, before stroking down to her thighs. She writhed under his touch and he smirked down at her.
"Now who's the tease?" she asked breathlessly as his hand slid back up her leg, then through her curls before one finger dipped inside her. She was already wet with desire and his finger easily slipped further inside, before a second one joined it. Martha moaned his name as he began to kiss a path down her body, pausing as he swirled his tongue around her navel, before he reached her nub. He began to suck and lick at it as his fingers worked inside her, curving, twisting and stroking until her juices drenched his hand and her walls clenched around his fingers.
She watched hazily as he sucked his fingers clean before he kissed her again. As they kissed, he pushed inside her, then began to thrust. He moved at a steady pace, endeavouring to prolong the experience for both of them. In the end, though, they found themselves unable to hold out any longer and they came together, gasping and moaning.
"OK?" Jack asked once they both had breath enough to speak.
"Yes. That was wonderful."
"You were pretty fantastic yourself," he answered, and they grinned at each other.
"I'm not staying the night," Martha said after a while.
"Oh?"
"No. There's enough tension around this place because of me. I'm not going to add to it."
Jack opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again when he caught sight of the determined look in her eye. "OK." He knew that she was right. Owen had been going around like a bear with a sore head, convinced that Jack was going to fire him in favour of Martha. Gwen had tried to hide her resentment behind jolly chat, desperate to find out what Martha and Jack talked about when the others were busy. Ianto was doing a better job of hiding his resentment, but Jack had seen the way he looked at Martha sometimes, like a puppy whose favourite toy had been taken away. Tosh was probably the only one of his team who didn't feel outright threatened by Martha's presence.
"I need a shower," Martha said, breaking into his reverie.
"You need a hand with that Doctor Jones?" he asked cheekily.
"No thank you," she answered, laughing as she swatted at his arm.
"Can't blame me for asking," he said.
"Oh I don't."
He watched her appreciatively as she headed across his room to the tiny bathroom, then fell back onto his bed, his arms behind his head. He contemplated the evening so far and hoped that Martha would want to do this again, and soon.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Utopia, if you squint
Summary: Martha Jones has only been working at Torchwood for three days, but she's already having an impact.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who", "Torchwood" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: The idea for this story woke me up at silly o'clock this morning, even though I hadn't planned to write a Martha/Jack fic !
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Martha Jones walked into her boss' office, her eyes on the file she was flicking through.
"Jack, I - Oh!" She stopped, looking at her boss as he opened his eyes and focused on her. "Sorry Jack, I didn't realise you were busy." She started to back towards the door of the office.
"Martha, wait."
She stopped, trying not to think about what she'd caught him doing. "I'll speak to you when you've finished."
"Martha, please don't go." There was a pleading note in his voice that surprised her. She reached out and shut the door, even though she knew they were alone in the Hub. Then she made a decision and crossed the office to his desk. She put the file down, then leant on his desk, fixing him with her gaze.
"Do you need a hand or something, Captain?"
The sultry tone in her voice was almost Jack's undoing, but he managed to maintain his control. "Or something," he agreed.
Martha licked her lips, then circled the desk, looking down at his erection in his hand. "OK." She swiftly slipped out of her tight black jeans, then slipped off the red silk knickers she wore beneath them. She'd fancied Jack from the minute she'd met him at the end of the Universe, and he knew it as well as she did. They both knew, too, that he was the main reason she'd agreed to stay on at Torchwood after he'd called her in to help out with an alien infestation. The sexual tension between them over the last three days had made her body sing with nervous energy.
Jack pushed his chair further back from his desk and sighed with pleasure when she sat down in his lap, impaling herself on his hard length.
"Oh god, Martha," he murmured. "I don't think I'm gonna last long."
"That's OK," she answered, then she pressed her mouth to his and they devoured each other hungrily as she rode him. He stretched and filled her wonderfully, and she concentrated on making sure it was good for both of them whilst it lasted. Jack shouted her name as he exploded inside her, whilst his name was like a caress from her lips as her orgasm washed through her.
"There's a bed downstairs," Jack said when they'd recovered a bit.
"I didn't think you slept?" Martha asked.
"I don't much." He kissed her softly, tenderness in his eyes as well as his touch. "Stay for a while?"
"OK." She didn't see any need to rush off, it wasn't as if there was anyone waiting for her.
He lifted her from his lap, and she gathered up her jeans and knickers, then followed him down the ladder to his room. He pulled her into a hug, then began kissing her as he unbuttoned her shirt.
"There's something wrong with this scenario," she said, when he finally allowed her to catch her breath again.
"What's that?" he asked before beginning to kiss the side of her neck.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she gasped.
He slipped her shirt off her shoulders, then down her arms. "You're not helpless, are you?" he asked teasingly.
"Definitely not," she answered, laughing, as she began to strip him with practised efficiency.
When he was wearing only his trousers and she was naked, she looked up at him again. "I bet you go commando." She unfastened his trousers and slipped them off his hips, letting them fall to his feet. "I knew it!" she exclaimed as he stepped out of his trousers.
"No sense in wasting time on underwear," Jack said cheerfully.
"You're so cocky." She ran her hand down his erection which was already half hard again.
He smirked at her, then gasped as she cupped his balls.
"Tell you what, though," she murmured as her hand stroked back up his length.
"What?" His question was breathless, which surprised him.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you in my red silk knickers."
His eyes widened with astonishment and she felt absurdly pleased by his reaction.
"I didn't know you were so kinky," he commented, feeling breathless again.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Captain Jack Harkness," she answered.
"So teach me, Doctor Jones."
She grinned up at him, then bent and retrieved her knickers. "Put these on."
"You do realise they're several sizes too small?" he asked as he took them from her.
"That's part of the fun," Martha answered.
"If they split, I'll take you shopping for new ones," he said, grinning at her.
"I'd enjoy that." She licked her lips in anticipation as he pulled the red silk up his long legs. Jack moaned as the material trapped his erection, leaving him half exposed above the waistband.
"Oh fuck!"
"Not yet," Martha answered. She stepped closer and pressed her body against his, causing him to moan again as her hard nipples and hot core pressed against his body. His hands moved from her waist to cup her buttocks and press her heat against his increasingly hard length. She began to kiss him fiercely, biting his bottom lip, then thrusting her tongue into his mouth. His hips bucked forward and he moaned her name into her mouth. Then she pulled away and, sinking to her knees, took a moment to admire the sight in front of her before running her tongue up the length of his erection.
"Shit! You're a tease, Doctor Jones," he growled.
"And you like it," she answered, knowing that he did since he was such a flirt and a tease himself.
She held his hips as she worked her tongue up and down his length, enjoying the moans and gasps she elicited from him. Then she took the head of his erection into her mouth and sucked hard. It was too much for Jack and he came, pumping his release into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then stood up and kissed him hard. He tasted himself on her lips and tongue, and felt dizzy with desire again.
He pulled her up into his arms, then turned and dropped her onto his bed. Martha giggled at the sight of him still wearing her knickers. Jack pulled them off hastily, then climbed onto the bed and began kissing her again. The fingers of his right hand skimmed over her breasts, stroking and squeezing, before moving down over her ribs, then her flat, muscled stomach, before stroking down to her thighs. She writhed under his touch and he smirked down at her.
"Now who's the tease?" she asked breathlessly as his hand slid back up her leg, then through her curls before one finger dipped inside her. She was already wet with desire and his finger easily slipped further inside, before a second one joined it. Martha moaned his name as he began to kiss a path down her body, pausing as he swirled his tongue around her navel, before he reached her nub. He began to suck and lick at it as his fingers worked inside her, curving, twisting and stroking until her juices drenched his hand and her walls clenched around his fingers.
She watched hazily as he sucked his fingers clean before he kissed her again. As they kissed, he pushed inside her, then began to thrust. He moved at a steady pace, endeavouring to prolong the experience for both of them. In the end, though, they found themselves unable to hold out any longer and they came together, gasping and moaning.
"OK?" Jack asked once they both had breath enough to speak.
"Yes. That was wonderful."
"You were pretty fantastic yourself," he answered, and they grinned at each other.
"I'm not staying the night," Martha said after a while.
"Oh?"
"No. There's enough tension around this place because of me. I'm not going to add to it."
Jack opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again when he caught sight of the determined look in her eye. "OK." He knew that she was right. Owen had been going around like a bear with a sore head, convinced that Jack was going to fire him in favour of Martha. Gwen had tried to hide her resentment behind jolly chat, desperate to find out what Martha and Jack talked about when the others were busy. Ianto was doing a better job of hiding his resentment, but Jack had seen the way he looked at Martha sometimes, like a puppy whose favourite toy had been taken away. Tosh was probably the only one of his team who didn't feel outright threatened by Martha's presence.
"I need a shower," Martha said, breaking into his reverie.
"You need a hand with that Doctor Jones?" he asked cheekily.
"No thank you," she answered, laughing as she swatted at his arm.
"Can't blame me for asking," he said.
"Oh I don't."
He watched her appreciatively as she headed across his room to the tiny bathroom, then fell back onto his bed, his arms behind his head. He contemplated the evening so far and hoped that Martha would want to do this again, and soon.