Caresses
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Title: Caresses
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: 038 - Touch
Summary: Martha is making a visit to Torchwood in her role as Liaison Officer.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic is for mischief89 to wish her a happy holidays. Thanks for sharing the Martha/Jack love with me!
It is one of a series follow up fics to the "30 Days with Martha Jones" series. It's an AU verse in which Martha and Jack are an established couple, although Jack's still with Ianto and Martha's still engaged to Tom. However Martha and Tom have decided to pursue an open relationship since they're on separate continents a lot of the time. Martha is also in the early days of a rather timey-wimey relationship with the Doctor which spans his 10th, 11th and 12th incarnations.
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Martha pulled into the car park of the Cardiff hotel into which Jack, or more likely Ianto, had booked her for the two nights of her visit. She found herself thinking a little regretfully of the flat she'd given up when she'd gone back to London on a permanent basis, but she knew there was no point in maintaining a flat in Cardiff for the sake of two nights a month.
She walked across to the reception and booked herself into her room, thinking that she'd take a shower before she did anything else: it would refresh her after the long drive, and Jack wasn't expecting her at the Hub until 1pm, which meant she had a couple of hours to spare.
Once in her room, Martha put down her bags, then pulled the heavy curtains most of the way across the windows, before sitting on the bed to pull off her boots. She'd just taken off the second one when there was a knock on her door and she gave it a puzzled look before padding across in her socks to see who was there.
"Martha Jones, my sweet nightingale." Jack swept her back into the room, catching her up in an exuberant hug, and kissing her soundly before she could say a word.
"Blimey Jack, couldn't you even give me five minutes before bursting in on me?" she asked, slightly breathlessly.
"Aw, now, anyone would think you weren't pleased to see me."
"I'm delighted to see you," she answered, noticing that he was locking the door, "but I've only just got here."
"I know," he answered. "You actually walked right past me in the lobby."
"What?" She looked at him in disbelief, and he grinned.
"To be fair to you, I was tucked away in the far corner, so it's no shame to you to have missed me."
"Jack Harkness, are you stalking me?" Martha asked.
"Oh yeah baby!"
Martha rolled her eyes at him. "You're completely incorrigible," she informed him, walking back across the room to hang up her red leather coat.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway," he said, leering at her.
She shook her head as she put the coat on a hanger, then put it in the wardrobe. Before she could turn around again he was at her back, pressing his body tightly against hers.
"I've been so desperate to see you again," he said, his voice husky in her ear. He slid his hands up under her t-shirt and stroked her belly. "That phone call the other night left me wanting so much more."
"God!" She couldn't help moaning when his fingers caressed her skin, working their way up from her stomach to her breasts until he gently cupped them in his hands, and at the same time he began licking and kissing a patch of skin just below her right ear.
"Do you think I can make you come like this?" he asked after a few moments, his breath tickling her ear.
"Probably," she ground out through gritted teeth as his fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. The mere mention of their phone call a few nights ago had been enough to make her grow aroused before he'd barely begun touching her.
Jack slid his right hand down to undo her jeans, then effortlessly snaked his hand inside them and her knickers. "You're already wet," he purred, sliding a finger into her. "I like that."
"Jack!" she gasped, her body bucking against his. She could feel his hardness against her arse and, deciding that two could play at his game, she carefully wriggled left and right against him.
"Oh that's nice," he groaned, feeling himself stiffen even more.
"You know, I was intending to have a shower after I got here," Martha said, speaking with an effort.
He turned her around in his arms and kissed her hungrily. "Then let's do that."
He all but dragged her over to the bathroom, before setting about undressing her as fast as he could without tearing her clothes, which he knew would earn him a severe reprimand. Within a few minutes they were both naked and stepping into the shower cubicle.
"Someone's very impatient," Martha observed.
"Yes I am," he answered, "and it's all your fault."
"Mine?" she asked.
"You drive me crazy Martha, I thought you knew that by now?" He pulled her close, then lifted her leg and she automatically hooked it over his hip, groaning as he pushed into her, his hands on her arse. He reached past her head to turn on the shower and she shuddered involuntarily at the combined sensations of the warm water on her head and shoulders, and his cock sliding almost all the way out of her before he thrust it back in again.
She came twice in quick succession, gasping out his name in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body and she clutched his shoulders for support.
"Oh god, Jack!"
"Good?" he asked, bending his head to nip at her earlobe, then lick the side of her neck.
"Fuck, yes!" she exclaimed as he drove her to a third orgasm, and she became aware through the haze of pleasure that was enveloping her brain that he had also reached his peak.
He pulled out of her, then reached up for the shower gel and began lathering it on them both. He washed her body thoroughly, and Martha felt her arousal growing again as his hands roamed her body. She scooped some of the lather from his body and reached down to stroke his cock.
"Oh that's nice," he purred as he began to stiffen again in her hand.
"Are we staying in here or can we go and use the bed?" she enquired, sliding her hand back down his shaft and cupping his balls.
"Oh!" he gasped, and she smirked: it wasn't often she could make him gasp like that.
"Bed," he said, moaning in response to her touches.
"We'd better rinse off, then," Martha said.
Jack nodded, his eyes closed and a look of intense pleasure on his face; she felt a bit awed by his expression, but pleased, too, at the effect of her ministrations.
She let go of him, which caused his eyes to snap open. "Rinsing off now," she informed him, reaching up to adjust the angle of the shower head and beginning to sluice water over her body.
They swapped places and Jack got rid of his own soapy lather, then switched off the shower. They dried themselves off swiftly, then moved into the bedroom where they settled on the bed.
"Have you seen the Doc lately?" asked Jack, kneeling between Martha's legs.
"Yeah. We spent the weekend before Tom came home together."
"Which one?"
"Tenth. We had a run in with an alien, of course, before we got to do any relaxing."
"This kind of relaxing?" he asked, bending down to suck on her right breast, making her gasp.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed fervently.
"Tell me."
She talked, telling him of playing out her fantasy in the university library, and then of repeating it in the TARDIS' library once they'd returned to the ship, and as she talked Jack kissed his way down her body until he lay full length on his stomach, his head between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue rendered her momentarily speechless, and he lifted his head to smirk at her, licking his lips, before encouraging her to continue her story.
Martha found it increasingly hard to concentrate on coherent speech as he wound her up further and further as he licked, sucked and nibbled at her flesh until her body bucked up off the bed as another orgasm raced through her.
Jack moved back up her body, planting feather light kisses against her skin until he reached her face, then he kissed her deeply, and she groaned as she felt his hard length trapped between their bodies.
"Did you tell Tom about our phone call?" he asked, lifting his body to slide into her again.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Did he enjoy hearing about it?"
"Yes. He reckons that we should try it sometime soon, and he was talking about getting web cams as well."
"I like him already," Jack said, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
"Jack, you like everyone," Martha reminded him, feeling yet another orgasm beginning to coil through her body.
"True." He began kissing her neck and mouth, teasing her with his lips and tongue. Then he leant all his weight one arm, reaching down with his free hand to stroke her clit until she came hard with a wordless cry.
"That's my girl, sing for me little nightingale," he whispered, continuing to thrust as her muscles clenched around him, until he came too. Then he rolled them both over, still buried inside her, and stroked her back and shoulders gently with the tips of his fingers as she lay sated on top of him.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he told her.
"I bet you say that to all the girls, and all the boys," she teased, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.
"Doesn't mean it's not true," he said.
"I know," she murmured, feeling sleep overtaking her.
Jack reached over, grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it over them both, not wanting either one of them to get a chill, then he slipped into sleep as well.
Title: Caresses
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Prompt: 038 - Touch
Summary: Martha is making a visit to Torchwood in her role as Liaison Officer.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic is for mischief89 to wish her a happy holidays. Thanks for sharing the Martha/Jack love with me!
It is one of a series follow up fics to the "30 Days with Martha Jones" series. It's an AU verse in which Martha and Jack are an established couple, although Jack's still with Ianto and Martha's still engaged to Tom. However Martha and Tom have decided to pursue an open relationship since they're on separate continents a lot of the time. Martha is also in the early days of a rather timey-wimey relationship with the Doctor which spans his 10th, 11th and 12th incarnations.
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Martha pulled into the car park of the Cardiff hotel into which Jack, or more likely Ianto, had booked her for the two nights of her visit. She found herself thinking a little regretfully of the flat she'd given up when she'd gone back to London on a permanent basis, but she knew there was no point in maintaining a flat in Cardiff for the sake of two nights a month.
She walked across to the reception and booked herself into her room, thinking that she'd take a shower before she did anything else: it would refresh her after the long drive, and Jack wasn't expecting her at the Hub until 1pm, which meant she had a couple of hours to spare.
Once in her room, Martha put down her bags, then pulled the heavy curtains most of the way across the windows, before sitting on the bed to pull off her boots. She'd just taken off the second one when there was a knock on her door and she gave it a puzzled look before padding across in her socks to see who was there.
"Martha Jones, my sweet nightingale." Jack swept her back into the room, catching her up in an exuberant hug, and kissing her soundly before she could say a word.
"Blimey Jack, couldn't you even give me five minutes before bursting in on me?" she asked, slightly breathlessly.
"Aw, now, anyone would think you weren't pleased to see me."
"I'm delighted to see you," she answered, noticing that he was locking the door, "but I've only just got here."
"I know," he answered. "You actually walked right past me in the lobby."
"What?" She looked at him in disbelief, and he grinned.
"To be fair to you, I was tucked away in the far corner, so it's no shame to you to have missed me."
"Jack Harkness, are you stalking me?" Martha asked.
"Oh yeah baby!"
Martha rolled her eyes at him. "You're completely incorrigible," she informed him, walking back across the room to hang up her red leather coat.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway," he said, leering at her.
She shook her head as she put the coat on a hanger, then put it in the wardrobe. Before she could turn around again he was at her back, pressing his body tightly against hers.
"I've been so desperate to see you again," he said, his voice husky in her ear. He slid his hands up under her t-shirt and stroked her belly. "That phone call the other night left me wanting so much more."
"God!" She couldn't help moaning when his fingers caressed her skin, working their way up from her stomach to her breasts until he gently cupped them in his hands, and at the same time he began licking and kissing a patch of skin just below her right ear.
"Do you think I can make you come like this?" he asked after a few moments, his breath tickling her ear.
"Probably," she ground out through gritted teeth as his fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples. The mere mention of their phone call a few nights ago had been enough to make her grow aroused before he'd barely begun touching her.
Jack slid his right hand down to undo her jeans, then effortlessly snaked his hand inside them and her knickers. "You're already wet," he purred, sliding a finger into her. "I like that."
"Jack!" she gasped, her body bucking against his. She could feel his hardness against her arse and, deciding that two could play at his game, she carefully wriggled left and right against him.
"Oh that's nice," he groaned, feeling himself stiffen even more.
"You know, I was intending to have a shower after I got here," Martha said, speaking with an effort.
He turned her around in his arms and kissed her hungrily. "Then let's do that."
He all but dragged her over to the bathroom, before setting about undressing her as fast as he could without tearing her clothes, which he knew would earn him a severe reprimand. Within a few minutes they were both naked and stepping into the shower cubicle.
"Someone's very impatient," Martha observed.
"Yes I am," he answered, "and it's all your fault."
"Mine?" she asked.
"You drive me crazy Martha, I thought you knew that by now?" He pulled her close, then lifted her leg and she automatically hooked it over his hip, groaning as he pushed into her, his hands on her arse. He reached past her head to turn on the shower and she shuddered involuntarily at the combined sensations of the warm water on her head and shoulders, and his cock sliding almost all the way out of her before he thrust it back in again.
She came twice in quick succession, gasping out his name in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body and she clutched his shoulders for support.
"Oh god, Jack!"
"Good?" he asked, bending his head to nip at her earlobe, then lick the side of her neck.
"Fuck, yes!" she exclaimed as he drove her to a third orgasm, and she became aware through the haze of pleasure that was enveloping her brain that he had also reached his peak.
He pulled out of her, then reached up for the shower gel and began lathering it on them both. He washed her body thoroughly, and Martha felt her arousal growing again as his hands roamed her body. She scooped some of the lather from his body and reached down to stroke his cock.
"Oh that's nice," he purred as he began to stiffen again in her hand.
"Are we staying in here or can we go and use the bed?" she enquired, sliding her hand back down his shaft and cupping his balls.
"Oh!" he gasped, and she smirked: it wasn't often she could make him gasp like that.
"Bed," he said, moaning in response to her touches.
"We'd better rinse off, then," Martha said.
Jack nodded, his eyes closed and a look of intense pleasure on his face; she felt a bit awed by his expression, but pleased, too, at the effect of her ministrations.
She let go of him, which caused his eyes to snap open. "Rinsing off now," she informed him, reaching up to adjust the angle of the shower head and beginning to sluice water over her body.
They swapped places and Jack got rid of his own soapy lather, then switched off the shower. They dried themselves off swiftly, then moved into the bedroom where they settled on the bed.
"Have you seen the Doc lately?" asked Jack, kneeling between Martha's legs.
"Yeah. We spent the weekend before Tom came home together."
"Which one?"
"Tenth. We had a run in with an alien, of course, before we got to do any relaxing."
"This kind of relaxing?" he asked, bending down to suck on her right breast, making her gasp.
"Oh yes!" she exclaimed fervently.
"Tell me."
She talked, telling him of playing out her fantasy in the university library, and then of repeating it in the TARDIS' library once they'd returned to the ship, and as she talked Jack kissed his way down her body until he lay full length on his stomach, his head between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue rendered her momentarily speechless, and he lifted his head to smirk at her, licking his lips, before encouraging her to continue her story.
Martha found it increasingly hard to concentrate on coherent speech as he wound her up further and further as he licked, sucked and nibbled at her flesh until her body bucked up off the bed as another orgasm raced through her.
Jack moved back up her body, planting feather light kisses against her skin until he reached her face, then he kissed her deeply, and she groaned as she felt his hard length trapped between their bodies.
"Did you tell Tom about our phone call?" he asked, lifting his body to slide into her again.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Did he enjoy hearing about it?"
"Yes. He reckons that we should try it sometime soon, and he was talking about getting web cams as well."
"I like him already," Jack said, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
"Jack, you like everyone," Martha reminded him, feeling yet another orgasm beginning to coil through her body.
"True." He began kissing her neck and mouth, teasing her with his lips and tongue. Then he leant all his weight one arm, reaching down with his free hand to stroke her clit until she came hard with a wordless cry.
"That's my girl, sing for me little nightingale," he whispered, continuing to thrust as her muscles clenched around him, until he came too. Then he rolled them both over, still buried inside her, and stroked her back and shoulders gently with the tips of his fingers as she lay sated on top of him.
"You're so beautiful when you come," he told her.
"I bet you say that to all the girls, and all the boys," she teased, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.
"Doesn't mean it's not true," he said.
"I know," she murmured, feeling sleep overtaking her.
Jack reached over, grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it over them both, not wanting either one of them to get a chill, then he slipped into sleep as well.