1001 Whovian Nights Part 2
Title: 1001 Whovian Nights Part 2
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack, Ten/Martha, Jack, Donna
Rating: U to NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 and 4
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: The second set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
Apparently I've been in a real Martha/Jack mood the last couple of days !
~~~~~~
Nail polish (For ladymako71)
Martha lay on her bed, reading a book, her bare feet resting on Jack's thighs: he was painting her nails for her.
"You know, I think I could count the number of men I know who'd volunteer to paint a girl's toenails on the fingers of one hand - and still have fingers left over," she commented after a few minutes.
"Yeah?" He didn't look up from his task.
Martha looked at him over the top of her book. "Yeah."
"Huh." He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "They're missing out, then," he said simply before replacing the cap on the bottle of nail polish. He crawled up the bed to lie beside her, and she immediately put her book aside before moving to lie on top of him.
"How fast drying is that nail polish?"
"It's Raskian - which means it's dry already," he answered.
"Good." She bent her head to kiss him as she began to rub her toes up and down his leg. He slid his hands down her body, lifting the hem of her nightshirt up so he could stroke her bare bottom.
He made a mental note to paint her toenails more often.
* * * * * *
She has it and she is going to flaunt it! (For ladymako71 This Drabble is partly inspired by this manip by circulartime)
Martha shimmied across the stage, mesmerising everyone as she danced.
"I'm really not sure she should be doing this," murmured the Doctor, unable to drag his eyes away.
"Are you going to tell her?" asked Donna, fascinated by the change that had come over the usually serious Doctor Jones.
"Don't you dare," Jack said, starting when Donna nudged his arm. She pointed to his mouth and he snapped it closed, then surreptitiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"She certainly seems to be enjoying herself," Donna observed as she turned her gaze back to the stage.
"I always knew she had a kinky side," Jack commented.
"How did you know?" demanded the Doctor, suddenly turning on the Captain.
"I didn't know know," he answered quickly. "I just suspected it."
The Doctor went back to watching his lover as she danced erotically around the stage with two very large guns. He hadn't realised the Dvala drink could induce a hypnotic state in drinkers who were stressed and he wondered if Martha would kill him when she found out what she'd been doing under its influence. He also knew he'd have to buy at least one bottle to take with them when they left.
* * * * * *
"I'm Not Sorry" (For gylzgirl)
Donna was sleeping, but Martha felt as if she was still buzzing with energy, despite the exhausting day she'd had. She showered and changed into some fresh clothes, then headed back to the Control Room. As she'd expected, the Doctor was there: he was sitting with his feet up on the edge of the console and his arms spread along the back of the Captain's chair, looking quite relaxed. He'd swapped his brown pinstripe suit for his blue one, she noted as she stepped quietly towards him, and his hair was still damp from his shower.
He looked up as she came around the coral support strut and gave her a warm smile. Martha found herself smiling back automatically: that was the trouble with him, his smiles were so contagious.
"Doctor Jones," he said. "Or should I call you 'Commander' now?"
Martha quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he was teasing her, but he seemed to be asking seriously. "Martha will do," she answered.
He patted the seat next to him and she sat down next to him, sitting sideways so that she could see his face.
"I'm not sorry I left you," she said.
He raised an eyebrow of his own. "I should hope not," he answered, "considering what you've achieved in the last few months. I'm very proud of you Martha Jones."
She blinked at him in surprise and confusion. "Pardon?" She wasn't sure she'd heard him right.
His eyes, she now noticed, looked a little wet, but they were blazing with pride too. "I'm very proud of you Martha. You've become a fully-qualified Doctor, which is more than I managed, and you've become a Commander of an elite UNIT squad. You showed such confidence, courage and great strength out there today. I am very, very proud of the woman you've become."
He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "I'd be very disappointed if you did feel sorry for walking out on me. You deserved far more than I was prepared to give you." He swallowed, then sniffed a bit before speaking again. "You are very good."
Martha blinked back tears before she spoke. "Thank you."
The Doctor dropped his hands from her shoulders to slide them around her, pulling her into the first hug they'd shared since she'd joined him and Donna.
* * * * * *
"I Nearly Lost You" (For gylzgirl)
"Don't ever do that again, do you hear me?" shouted Jack.
"Half of Cardiff can hear you," Martha replied quietly as she stood in his office, her clothes torn and her face bruised.
"What the hell were you thinking out there?" Jack had lowered his voice, but he was still seething.
"I was thinking that I had to stop it before it killed anyone else. What else would I be thinking?" Her reasonable tone seemed to calm Jack a little and he fell back into his chair.
"I nearly lost you out there," he said quietly. "What would I have told your family if you'd been killed?"
"That I died trying to protect others. They know me well enough not to hold you responsible."
"Come here."
Martha walked around his desk and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She winced.
"Why didn't you say you were hurt?" he asked, loosening his arms.
"It's only bruises," she answered as he stood up.
"Downstairs," he told her and she decided not to try his patience any further, allowing him to set her back on her feet so she could climb down the ladder into his quarters.
* * * * * *
"Don't Move" (PG-13; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha stood in the middle of Jack's small room: she'd been down here a couple of times before, but it still surprised her that he chose to live here rather than taking a flat.
He appeared beside her. "Take your clothes off and let me check you've nothing worse than bruises.
She was tempted to make a teasing comment, but decided against it. His eyes were still dark with muted anger and she knew it was better to wait until he had satisfied himself that she wasn't harbouring anything besides bruises.
Jack watched as Martha undressed, looking for any stiffness or awkwardness in her movements, but he found none.
"Turn around."
She turned and he cringed at the large bruise that was blossoming across her right shoulder blade. He stepped forward and ran a gentle hand over it. "That doesn't hurt?" he asked softly.
"It's sore," she admitted. "But I don't think I cracked it. I've got plenty of movement in my arm still."
"Lie on the bed, face down," he told her. "I've got something that might ease the soreness."
"Jack - "
"Lie down Martha, and don't move."
She sighed softly, then obeyed, knowing that it was useless to argue when he was in this sort of mood.
* * * * * *
"I Know" (PG-13; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Jack took a pot of salve from his drawer, then knelt on the bed, his knees either side of Martha's hips. She was lying with her cheek resting on her folded arms and seemed quite at ease with being naked in his presence. He couldn't help admiring her self-possession: she definitely wasn't the same young woman he'd met at the end of the Universe. That year she'd spent walking the world, telling the Doctor's story, had changed her in lots of ways: she was stronger, more self-confident and more inclined to take charge in a situation.
He began to gently rub some salve into her bruise and she hissed through her teeth.
"OK?" he asked in concern.
"Yes. It's just sore, that's all."
"Sorry sweetheart."
"It's OK." She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. "You're gentler than I expected," she admitted.
"Should I be pleased or insulted by that comment?" he asked, his tone light and teasing.
She turned towards him, an apology in her eyes. "I'm sorry Jack, that was rude of me. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know," he assured her.
She reached up to cup his cheek, then pulled his head down and kissed him. He made a noise of surprise and she smirked, pleased to have caught him out.
* * * * * *
"No More" (NC-17; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha deepened the kiss until Jack pulled back with a gasp. "No more," he begged.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you turning me down Captain Harkness?"
He looked astonished. "Are you offering - " He stopped as if he wasn't sure how to finish the sentence.
"I'm offering me," she said quietly. "But if you don't want me, I'll go." Her gaze dropped to his crotch where it was perfectly clear that he was very aroused just by that one kiss.
"Oh I want you," he assured her. "I just didn't think you'd be interested."
"Take it from me, Captain, I'm very interested," she purred, causing Jack to moan slightly as he felt himself growing even harder. When Martha reached out and unzipped his trousers before easing his hard length free, he actually whimpered and she gave him a bright grin before taking him into her mouth.
"Oh fuck!"
Martha laughed at his exclamation, which brought forth a second, louder exclamation as her laughter reverberated along his length, causing it to swell further. She grabbed his hip and gave him a gentle push so that he sat back on his heels; he put his hands on her shoulders and tried not to thrust into her mouth.
When he felt himself getting close, he pulled back. "I want to come inside you," he whispered.
"OK." She let go and he climbed off the bed to undress properly.
* * * * * *
"I Love You" (NC-17; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Jack stripped quickly and Martha watched avidly, licking her lips in anticipation. He climbed back onto the bed and pulled Martha on top of him.
"I don't want to crush you," he explained.
She grinned mischievously. "That's OK, I like the idea of riding you."
His eyes widened. "Doctor Jones, you just keep on surprising me."
"Good." She positioned her entrance over his erection, then sank down onto him. Jack clutched the bedding, determined he wasn't going to come yet although it was taking all of his self-control not to.
"Fuck Martha!"
She smirked. "Isn't that what I'm about to do?" she asked, lifting herself back up until only the head of his cock was still inside her, then sinking down fast.
"C'mere you," he growled, and pulled on her shoulders until he could kiss her. He began to thrust up as she sank down and they soon had a fast rhythm going: Jack knew he wasn't going to be able to last long, but he also knew he would be ready again quite quickly.
As he expected, he came soon afterwards, and Martha came at the same time, crying out quietly as her muscles clenched around him, milking his climax.
Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head as she lay supine. "I love you."
Martha lifted her head from his shoulder, surprised by his quiet words.
"It's OK," he said. "I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know that I care about you and that you're very important to me."
"Thank you." She kissed him briefly. "I love you too."
* * * * * *
Blue (For gylzgirl)
When Jack arrived at Martha's new flat for dinner the first thing he noticed was the front door. It was the exact shade of blue as the TARDIS' police box shell. He stared at it, oddly disconcerted by the sight, then knocked.
Martha opened the door and he stepped inside - and stopped dead in astonishment. The hall carpet was the same shade of brown as the coral struts inside the TARDIS, the gold walls matched the TARDIS' walls, and the ceiling was a sea-green, like the Time Rotor. He stared, open-mouthed.
"How did you do this?" he asked hoarsely.
"I had help," Martha answered, unsurprised by his reaction.
"Help?"
She nodded. "The Doctor visited with the TARDIS. She provided the paint."
"She must really love you," Jack said, hoping he didn't sound bitter.
Martha nodded, then helped him out of his coat, hanging it on a peg near the door. "Do you want to look around?" she asked.
"Yes." He followed her down the hall to the kitchen, which was painted sea-green, with the cupboards and wooden tiled floor in brown, and the ceiling in gold. She showed him the bathroom, which matched the colour scheme in the kitchen. The main room matched the hall's colour scheme.
"And this is my room," Martha said, showing him into the final room. It was blue, like the front door, on three walls, with a sea-green fourth wall, and the carpet and ceiling in gold.
"I'm astounded." Jack looked it, she thought as he sat down heavily on the bed, which had a sea-green duvet and pillow cases. She sat down beside him and after a moment he put an arm around her. Martha leant into him gratefully, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're not jealous?" she asked after a few moments.
"Maybe a little," he said. She looked up at him sadly. "I'll get over it," he assured her, feeling guilty.
He scooped her up and lifted her into his lap, then wrapped his arms around her. "Were you serious about me staying the night?" he asked.
"Yes." She clutched a fistful of his shirt as she tucked her head under his chin and pressed her body against his.
"Then I'm sure I'll get over it quite quickly," he said. He allowed his right hand to drift down her arm, then slid his hand under her t-shirt to caress her warm skin.
Martha pulled back and looked into his eyes, then leant forward and kissed him.
* * * * * *
Whisper (NC-17 For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
After dinner, they went to bed. Jack was slightly surprised that Martha was so willing, eager in fact, to be with him, and he wondered if it was a consequence of the year she'd spent walking: a desire to seize whatever good she could. He decided not to ask her just now though - that was too serious a question to ask of someone who was stripping him with such ease.
He stopped her when she reached his trousers. "My turn," he said softly. He stroked his hands down her bare arms, then pulled her t-shirt up and off, admiring the blush pink bra she wore. He stepped closer to kiss her as he unfastened her jeans, pushing them down off her hips. She lifted her feet clear of them and he noted the matching thong she wore. He felt himself hardening as he took in the sight of her luscious curves, and he wasted no time in removing her bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, enjoying the weight of them as he bent his head and kissed her again.
Martha felt herself growing wet as Jack touched and kissed her, and she moaned a little. He ghosted his hands down her arms, then hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it down. Then he picked her up and stood her on the end of her bed.
"Watch," he whispered as he unfastened his trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor, revealing his readiness. He stepped forward and buried his face in her curls, his hands on her hips holding her steady.
"God Jack!" His tongue was lapping at her folds and she felt her knees growing weak as she clutched his shoulders.
After a few moments, he pulled away and gestured to the head of the bed. Martha moved up the bed and Jack crawled after her; they got under the covers and he pulled her into a hug, kissing her deeply. She moaned, feeling his cock trapped between their bodies.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered.
"Please!"
He lifted her right leg and hooked it over his left leg, then guided himself inside her. She moaned softly as he filled her, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body tightly against his. Jack put one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders and began to move slowly. He alternated kissing her and whispering in her ear, telling her she was gorgeous and beautiful, telling her how much he'd longed to do this before and how much he'd missed her during that dreadful year. She whispered back, saying she'd wanted him the minute she'd set eyes on him and that she'd dreamt of him often during that year. He didn't ask if she'd also dreamt of the Doctor: this lovemaking was about the two of them, not the two-hearted alien who'd brought them together however inadvertently.
They continued to talk in whispers, sharing secrets, dreams and fears as they made love again and again. When Martha finally fell asleep she was wrapped in Jack's embrace, their bodies still joined.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack, Ten/Martha, Jack, Donna
Rating: U to NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 and 4
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: The second set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
Apparently I've been in a real Martha/Jack mood the last couple of days !
~~~~~~
Nail polish (For ladymako71)
Martha lay on her bed, reading a book, her bare feet resting on Jack's thighs: he was painting her nails for her.
"You know, I think I could count the number of men I know who'd volunteer to paint a girl's toenails on the fingers of one hand - and still have fingers left over," she commented after a few minutes.
"Yeah?" He didn't look up from his task.
Martha looked at him over the top of her book. "Yeah."
"Huh." He lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "They're missing out, then," he said simply before replacing the cap on the bottle of nail polish. He crawled up the bed to lie beside her, and she immediately put her book aside before moving to lie on top of him.
"How fast drying is that nail polish?"
"It's Raskian - which means it's dry already," he answered.
"Good." She bent her head to kiss him as she began to rub her toes up and down his leg. He slid his hands down her body, lifting the hem of her nightshirt up so he could stroke her bare bottom.
He made a mental note to paint her toenails more often.
* * * * * *
She has it and she is going to flaunt it! (For ladymako71 This Drabble is partly inspired by this manip by circulartime)
Martha shimmied across the stage, mesmerising everyone as she danced.
"I'm really not sure she should be doing this," murmured the Doctor, unable to drag his eyes away.
"Are you going to tell her?" asked Donna, fascinated by the change that had come over the usually serious Doctor Jones.
"Don't you dare," Jack said, starting when Donna nudged his arm. She pointed to his mouth and he snapped it closed, then surreptitiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"She certainly seems to be enjoying herself," Donna observed as she turned her gaze back to the stage.
"I always knew she had a kinky side," Jack commented.
"How did you know?" demanded the Doctor, suddenly turning on the Captain.
"I didn't know know," he answered quickly. "I just suspected it."
The Doctor went back to watching his lover as she danced erotically around the stage with two very large guns. He hadn't realised the Dvala drink could induce a hypnotic state in drinkers who were stressed and he wondered if Martha would kill him when she found out what she'd been doing under its influence. He also knew he'd have to buy at least one bottle to take with them when they left.
* * * * * *
"I'm Not Sorry" (For gylzgirl)
Donna was sleeping, but Martha felt as if she was still buzzing with energy, despite the exhausting day she'd had. She showered and changed into some fresh clothes, then headed back to the Control Room. As she'd expected, the Doctor was there: he was sitting with his feet up on the edge of the console and his arms spread along the back of the Captain's chair, looking quite relaxed. He'd swapped his brown pinstripe suit for his blue one, she noted as she stepped quietly towards him, and his hair was still damp from his shower.
He looked up as she came around the coral support strut and gave her a warm smile. Martha found herself smiling back automatically: that was the trouble with him, his smiles were so contagious.
"Doctor Jones," he said. "Or should I call you 'Commander' now?"
Martha quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he was teasing her, but he seemed to be asking seriously. "Martha will do," she answered.
He patted the seat next to him and she sat down next to him, sitting sideways so that she could see his face.
"I'm not sorry I left you," she said.
He raised an eyebrow of his own. "I should hope not," he answered, "considering what you've achieved in the last few months. I'm very proud of you Martha Jones."
She blinked at him in surprise and confusion. "Pardon?" She wasn't sure she'd heard him right.
His eyes, she now noticed, looked a little wet, but they were blazing with pride too. "I'm very proud of you Martha. You've become a fully-qualified Doctor, which is more than I managed, and you've become a Commander of an elite UNIT squad. You showed such confidence, courage and great strength out there today. I am very, very proud of the woman you've become."
He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "I'd be very disappointed if you did feel sorry for walking out on me. You deserved far more than I was prepared to give you." He swallowed, then sniffed a bit before speaking again. "You are very good."
Martha blinked back tears before she spoke. "Thank you."
The Doctor dropped his hands from her shoulders to slide them around her, pulling her into the first hug they'd shared since she'd joined him and Donna.
* * * * * *
"I Nearly Lost You" (For gylzgirl)
"Don't ever do that again, do you hear me?" shouted Jack.
"Half of Cardiff can hear you," Martha replied quietly as she stood in his office, her clothes torn and her face bruised.
"What the hell were you thinking out there?" Jack had lowered his voice, but he was still seething.
"I was thinking that I had to stop it before it killed anyone else. What else would I be thinking?" Her reasonable tone seemed to calm Jack a little and he fell back into his chair.
"I nearly lost you out there," he said quietly. "What would I have told your family if you'd been killed?"
"That I died trying to protect others. They know me well enough not to hold you responsible."
"Come here."
Martha walked around his desk and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She winced.
"Why didn't you say you were hurt?" he asked, loosening his arms.
"It's only bruises," she answered as he stood up.
"Downstairs," he told her and she decided not to try his patience any further, allowing him to set her back on her feet so she could climb down the ladder into his quarters.
* * * * * *
"Don't Move" (PG-13; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha stood in the middle of Jack's small room: she'd been down here a couple of times before, but it still surprised her that he chose to live here rather than taking a flat.
He appeared beside her. "Take your clothes off and let me check you've nothing worse than bruises.
She was tempted to make a teasing comment, but decided against it. His eyes were still dark with muted anger and she knew it was better to wait until he had satisfied himself that she wasn't harbouring anything besides bruises.
Jack watched as Martha undressed, looking for any stiffness or awkwardness in her movements, but he found none.
"Turn around."
She turned and he cringed at the large bruise that was blossoming across her right shoulder blade. He stepped forward and ran a gentle hand over it. "That doesn't hurt?" he asked softly.
"It's sore," she admitted. "But I don't think I cracked it. I've got plenty of movement in my arm still."
"Lie on the bed, face down," he told her. "I've got something that might ease the soreness."
"Jack - "
"Lie down Martha, and don't move."
She sighed softly, then obeyed, knowing that it was useless to argue when he was in this sort of mood.
* * * * * *
"I Know" (PG-13; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Jack took a pot of salve from his drawer, then knelt on the bed, his knees either side of Martha's hips. She was lying with her cheek resting on her folded arms and seemed quite at ease with being naked in his presence. He couldn't help admiring her self-possession: she definitely wasn't the same young woman he'd met at the end of the Universe. That year she'd spent walking the world, telling the Doctor's story, had changed her in lots of ways: she was stronger, more self-confident and more inclined to take charge in a situation.
He began to gently rub some salve into her bruise and she hissed through her teeth.
"OK?" he asked in concern.
"Yes. It's just sore, that's all."
"Sorry sweetheart."
"It's OK." She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. "You're gentler than I expected," she admitted.
"Should I be pleased or insulted by that comment?" he asked, his tone light and teasing.
She turned towards him, an apology in her eyes. "I'm sorry Jack, that was rude of me. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know," he assured her.
She reached up to cup his cheek, then pulled his head down and kissed him. He made a noise of surprise and she smirked, pleased to have caught him out.
* * * * * *
"No More" (NC-17; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Martha deepened the kiss until Jack pulled back with a gasp. "No more," he begged.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you turning me down Captain Harkness?"
He looked astonished. "Are you offering - " He stopped as if he wasn't sure how to finish the sentence.
"I'm offering me," she said quietly. "But if you don't want me, I'll go." Her gaze dropped to his crotch where it was perfectly clear that he was very aroused just by that one kiss.
"Oh I want you," he assured her. "I just didn't think you'd be interested."
"Take it from me, Captain, I'm very interested," she purred, causing Jack to moan slightly as he felt himself growing even harder. When Martha reached out and unzipped his trousers before easing his hard length free, he actually whimpered and she gave him a bright grin before taking him into her mouth.
"Oh fuck!"
Martha laughed at his exclamation, which brought forth a second, louder exclamation as her laughter reverberated along his length, causing it to swell further. She grabbed his hip and gave him a gentle push so that he sat back on his heels; he put his hands on her shoulders and tried not to thrust into her mouth.
When he felt himself getting close, he pulled back. "I want to come inside you," he whispered.
"OK." She let go and he climbed off the bed to undress properly.
* * * * * *
"I Love You" (NC-17; For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
Jack stripped quickly and Martha watched avidly, licking her lips in anticipation. He climbed back onto the bed and pulled Martha on top of him.
"I don't want to crush you," he explained.
She grinned mischievously. "That's OK, I like the idea of riding you."
His eyes widened. "Doctor Jones, you just keep on surprising me."
"Good." She positioned her entrance over his erection, then sank down onto him. Jack clutched the bedding, determined he wasn't going to come yet although it was taking all of his self-control not to.
"Fuck Martha!"
She smirked. "Isn't that what I'm about to do?" she asked, lifting herself back up until only the head of his cock was still inside her, then sinking down fast.
"C'mere you," he growled, and pulled on her shoulders until he could kiss her. He began to thrust up as she sank down and they soon had a fast rhythm going: Jack knew he wasn't going to be able to last long, but he also knew he would be ready again quite quickly.
As he expected, he came soon afterwards, and Martha came at the same time, crying out quietly as her muscles clenched around him, milking his climax.
Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head as she lay supine. "I love you."
Martha lifted her head from his shoulder, surprised by his quiet words.
"It's OK," he said. "I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know that I care about you and that you're very important to me."
"Thank you." She kissed him briefly. "I love you too."
* * * * * *
Blue (For gylzgirl)
When Jack arrived at Martha's new flat for dinner the first thing he noticed was the front door. It was the exact shade of blue as the TARDIS' police box shell. He stared at it, oddly disconcerted by the sight, then knocked.
Martha opened the door and he stepped inside - and stopped dead in astonishment. The hall carpet was the same shade of brown as the coral struts inside the TARDIS, the gold walls matched the TARDIS' walls, and the ceiling was a sea-green, like the Time Rotor. He stared, open-mouthed.
"How did you do this?" he asked hoarsely.
"I had help," Martha answered, unsurprised by his reaction.
"Help?"
She nodded. "The Doctor visited with the TARDIS. She provided the paint."
"She must really love you," Jack said, hoping he didn't sound bitter.
Martha nodded, then helped him out of his coat, hanging it on a peg near the door. "Do you want to look around?" she asked.
"Yes." He followed her down the hall to the kitchen, which was painted sea-green, with the cupboards and wooden tiled floor in brown, and the ceiling in gold. She showed him the bathroom, which matched the colour scheme in the kitchen. The main room matched the hall's colour scheme.
"And this is my room," Martha said, showing him into the final room. It was blue, like the front door, on three walls, with a sea-green fourth wall, and the carpet and ceiling in gold.
"I'm astounded." Jack looked it, she thought as he sat down heavily on the bed, which had a sea-green duvet and pillow cases. She sat down beside him and after a moment he put an arm around her. Martha leant into him gratefully, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're not jealous?" she asked after a few moments.
"Maybe a little," he said. She looked up at him sadly. "I'll get over it," he assured her, feeling guilty.
He scooped her up and lifted her into his lap, then wrapped his arms around her. "Were you serious about me staying the night?" he asked.
"Yes." She clutched a fistful of his shirt as she tucked her head under his chin and pressed her body against his.
"Then I'm sure I'll get over it quite quickly," he said. He allowed his right hand to drift down her arm, then slid his hand under her t-shirt to caress her warm skin.
Martha pulled back and looked into his eyes, then leant forward and kissed him.
* * * * * *
Whisper (NC-17 For gylzgirl Sequel to the previous one)
After dinner, they went to bed. Jack was slightly surprised that Martha was so willing, eager in fact, to be with him, and he wondered if it was a consequence of the year she'd spent walking: a desire to seize whatever good she could. He decided not to ask her just now though - that was too serious a question to ask of someone who was stripping him with such ease.
He stopped her when she reached his trousers. "My turn," he said softly. He stroked his hands down her bare arms, then pulled her t-shirt up and off, admiring the blush pink bra she wore. He stepped closer to kiss her as he unfastened her jeans, pushing them down off her hips. She lifted her feet clear of them and he noted the matching thong she wore. He felt himself hardening as he took in the sight of her luscious curves, and he wasted no time in removing her bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, enjoying the weight of them as he bent his head and kissed her again.
Martha felt herself growing wet as Jack touched and kissed her, and she moaned a little. He ghosted his hands down her arms, then hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it down. Then he picked her up and stood her on the end of her bed.
"Watch," he whispered as he unfastened his trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor, revealing his readiness. He stepped forward and buried his face in her curls, his hands on her hips holding her steady.
"God Jack!" His tongue was lapping at her folds and she felt her knees growing weak as she clutched his shoulders.
After a few moments, he pulled away and gestured to the head of the bed. Martha moved up the bed and Jack crawled after her; they got under the covers and he pulled her into a hug, kissing her deeply. She moaned, feeling his cock trapped between their bodies.
"I want to make love to you," he whispered.
"Please!"
He lifted her right leg and hooked it over his left leg, then guided himself inside her. She moaned softly as he filled her, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body tightly against his. Jack put one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders and began to move slowly. He alternated kissing her and whispering in her ear, telling her she was gorgeous and beautiful, telling her how much he'd longed to do this before and how much he'd missed her during that dreadful year. She whispered back, saying she'd wanted him the minute she'd set eyes on him and that she'd dreamt of him often during that year. He didn't ask if she'd also dreamt of the Doctor: this lovemaking was about the two of them, not the two-hearted alien who'd brought them together however inadvertently.
They continued to talk in whispers, sharing secrets, dreams and fears as they made love again and again. When Martha finally fell asleep she was wrapped in Jack's embrace, their bodies still joined.