1001 Whovian Nights Part 8
Title: 1001 Whovian Nights Part 8
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: AU from The Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Yet more 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 !
These four prompts are from 80sgirl80
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Coat (1/4)
Jack lay sprawled in sleep on the sofa in the TARDIS library, his vintage blue coat wrapped around his body, and Martha couldn't help thinking that their coats were an essential part of the two most important men in her life. She sat down on the floor by the sofa, and leaning her head back, closed her eyes; she should go to bed, really, but she didn't want to be on her own after the chaos of the last 36 hours. The Doctor had sent them both to get some rest whilst he finished the repairs on the TARDIS, sorting out the mess the Master had made of his beloved ship, but they'd got no further than the library before they'd crashed.
Martha was dozing when a hand touched her shoulder and she opened her eyes to find Jack looking at her in concern.
"What are you doing down there?" he asked softly.
"Too tired to move anywhere else," she answered with a half laugh.
He patted the sofa beside him. "Come on, there's room here for two." He reached down a hand and pulled her up beside him, then wrapped the edges of his coat around her as she settled facing his chest.
"By rights you should be sleeping on silk sheets in a four poster bed with three or four people to wait on you," he murmured, his hands stroking soothingly down her back.
"Silly," she answered, sounding half asleep.
"I'm serious Martha. You saved the world single-handed, you deserve to be treated like a queen." He lifted her face with one hand to gaze into her deep brown eyes and she noticed that his own piercing blue ones shone with moisture.
"I could worship you for what you achieved," he whispered, then he bent his head and kissed her deeply. When he let her breathe again, Jack rested his head against hers. "Consider that a deposit or down payment, Martha."
"For what?" she asked wonderingly.
"For a proper thank you from me to you." He shifted his hold on her. "You can sleep now, I've got you safe."
She didn't ask him how he knew she hadn't slept properly before: he'd been in battle situations, she knew. She re-settled herself against his body and Jack soon heard her breathing slow and deepen into sleep, then he allowed himself to sleep again.
* * * * * *
Stroll (2/4)
Martha looked at her watch and decided that she had enough time for a walk in the park near the hospital before she started her final shift. Her exams were starting tomorrow and she was trying not to feel too anxious at the prospect: she'd been studying hard since returning home with her parents, and she just hoped she could do justice to her efforts. She didn't want to find the last few years had been wasted because she'd been rash enough to go gallivanting off with a good-looking alien who'd then sent her walking around the world for a year that hadn't happened.
Martha had only been walking for about five minutes when a voice spoke behind her.
"Hello Martha."
She span around and almost threw herself at the familiar figure in the long blue coat. "Jack! What are you doing here?"
He pulled her into a tight hug, grinning down at her. "I had to come up to London for a meeting," he answered, "and since I was in the vicinity I thought I'd look you up. I saw you coming in here as I was looking for somewhere to park." He kissed her rather thoroughly, leaving her breathless and slightly dizzy.
"You know how to take a girl's breath away," she commented once she could speak.
He grinned down at her. "What are you doing this afternoon?"
"I'm starting work in half an hour," she answered, slightly regretfully. "My last shift before my exams tomorrow."
"That's a shame. I was going to suggest we spend some time together." He brushed a hand down her back and across her bottom.
Martha laughed. "What time are you going back to Cardiff?"
He looked thoughtful. "I probably don't need to be back until the morning." He raised an eyebrow at her. "What time do you finish?"
"Ten."
"I'll be waiting for you then. That's if you want me to?"
"Yes please." She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "I want you," she whispered when she released him.
"That's lucky, then," he said, sounding slightly breathless, "because I definitely want you."
"I'll see you later then." She brushed a hand across his crotch with a wink, then walked away, leaving Jack actually speechless with astonishment.
* * * * * *
Sunset (3/4)
Months later, Martha stood at the window of her hotel, looking out over Cardiff Bay: the sun was just setting and the Bay was lit by fire.
"Hey." Jack's voice was soft as he stepped out of the bathroom and moved behind her.
"Hey yourself," she said quietly.
He gently pulled Martha back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, just below her breasts. "What are you thinking about?"
"That we had a lucky escape today," she answered. She craned her neck to look up at his face.
"Don't think about it," he advised. "It's over and we survived."
"Yes but - "
"Martha, don't." He turned her around in his arms, then lifted her chin to look down into her dark eyes. "Let it go," he said softly, "and come to bed."
She gave a half laugh. "Is that your answer to everything Jack? We're happy, we're sad, but let's go to bed."
"It's not a bad answer, as answers go," he told her.
Before she could speak again, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the luxurious double bed, setting her down gently in the middle. Then he pulled off his bathrobe and climbed onto the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, sliding his hands down her back to press her body firmly against his own.
"Did anyone ever tell you, Doctor Jones, that sometimes you think too much?"
"Many, many times."
"Well let's see if I can make you forget how to think," he suggested.
Before she could answer, his mouth was locked on hers and Martha found herself being kissed very thoroughly. Jack lifted her left leg up, hooking it over his right leg, then guided himself into her waiting heat and she gasped as he filled her. Then he rolled them until she was on her back and pushed deeper into her so that Martha felt as if he'd impaled her to the bed with his erection. He held her gaze, his expression filled with intense desire and love for her. She knew she wasn't the only person he loved, but that didn't matter; she didn't really believe in fairytales and one true love anyway. It was enough that he saw her and wanted her.
"You're still thinking," he admonished gently, but soon after he began to move and she stopped thinking to concentrate on the wonderful feelings he was causing her.
* * * * * *
"Not goodbye" (4/4)
A few days later, Martha stood on the platform at Cardiff station with Jack at her side.
"This isn't goodbye," he said.
She looked up to see him watching her. "I know."
"You can come back any time. And I guarantee I'll be back in London regularly, and I'll visit."
She smiled. "I shall look forward to your visits."
Jack grinned, pulling her into his arms for a lengthy kiss. When he released her, Martha grinned at him.
"What's amusing you?" he asked.
"You're always leaving me breathless," she answered.
"Fair's fair," he told her, "you frequently leave me both breathless and speechless."
She ducked her head, blushing, and he tightened his arms around her. "When are you going to stop blushing every time I offer you a mild compliment?" he asked curiously.
"Don't know," she answered, her voice muffled by his coat.
The train pulled in and Jack released her reluctantly. "Stay in touch," he said softly, "and remember this is not goodbye."
She gave him a nod, then grabbed her bags and climbed up onto the train. She grinned as Jack blew her a kiss, then went to find herself a seat.
See you soon, she thought as she watched Jack striding away across the platform.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: AU from The Last of the Time Lords
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Yet more 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 !
These four prompts are from 80sgirl80
~~~~~~
Coat (1/4)
Jack lay sprawled in sleep on the sofa in the TARDIS library, his vintage blue coat wrapped around his body, and Martha couldn't help thinking that their coats were an essential part of the two most important men in her life. She sat down on the floor by the sofa, and leaning her head back, closed her eyes; she should go to bed, really, but she didn't want to be on her own after the chaos of the last 36 hours. The Doctor had sent them both to get some rest whilst he finished the repairs on the TARDIS, sorting out the mess the Master had made of his beloved ship, but they'd got no further than the library before they'd crashed.
Martha was dozing when a hand touched her shoulder and she opened her eyes to find Jack looking at her in concern.
"What are you doing down there?" he asked softly.
"Too tired to move anywhere else," she answered with a half laugh.
He patted the sofa beside him. "Come on, there's room here for two." He reached down a hand and pulled her up beside him, then wrapped the edges of his coat around her as she settled facing his chest.
"By rights you should be sleeping on silk sheets in a four poster bed with three or four people to wait on you," he murmured, his hands stroking soothingly down her back.
"Silly," she answered, sounding half asleep.
"I'm serious Martha. You saved the world single-handed, you deserve to be treated like a queen." He lifted her face with one hand to gaze into her deep brown eyes and she noticed that his own piercing blue ones shone with moisture.
"I could worship you for what you achieved," he whispered, then he bent his head and kissed her deeply. When he let her breathe again, Jack rested his head against hers. "Consider that a deposit or down payment, Martha."
"For what?" she asked wonderingly.
"For a proper thank you from me to you." He shifted his hold on her. "You can sleep now, I've got you safe."
She didn't ask him how he knew she hadn't slept properly before: he'd been in battle situations, she knew. She re-settled herself against his body and Jack soon heard her breathing slow and deepen into sleep, then he allowed himself to sleep again.
* * * * * *
Stroll (2/4)
Martha looked at her watch and decided that she had enough time for a walk in the park near the hospital before she started her final shift. Her exams were starting tomorrow and she was trying not to feel too anxious at the prospect: she'd been studying hard since returning home with her parents, and she just hoped she could do justice to her efforts. She didn't want to find the last few years had been wasted because she'd been rash enough to go gallivanting off with a good-looking alien who'd then sent her walking around the world for a year that hadn't happened.
Martha had only been walking for about five minutes when a voice spoke behind her.
"Hello Martha."
She span around and almost threw herself at the familiar figure in the long blue coat. "Jack! What are you doing here?"
He pulled her into a tight hug, grinning down at her. "I had to come up to London for a meeting," he answered, "and since I was in the vicinity I thought I'd look you up. I saw you coming in here as I was looking for somewhere to park." He kissed her rather thoroughly, leaving her breathless and slightly dizzy.
"You know how to take a girl's breath away," she commented once she could speak.
He grinned down at her. "What are you doing this afternoon?"
"I'm starting work in half an hour," she answered, slightly regretfully. "My last shift before my exams tomorrow."
"That's a shame. I was going to suggest we spend some time together." He brushed a hand down her back and across her bottom.
Martha laughed. "What time are you going back to Cardiff?"
He looked thoughtful. "I probably don't need to be back until the morning." He raised an eyebrow at her. "What time do you finish?"
"Ten."
"I'll be waiting for you then. That's if you want me to?"
"Yes please." She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "I want you," she whispered when she released him.
"That's lucky, then," he said, sounding slightly breathless, "because I definitely want you."
"I'll see you later then." She brushed a hand across his crotch with a wink, then walked away, leaving Jack actually speechless with astonishment.
* * * * * *
Sunset (3/4)
Months later, Martha stood at the window of her hotel, looking out over Cardiff Bay: the sun was just setting and the Bay was lit by fire.
"Hey." Jack's voice was soft as he stepped out of the bathroom and moved behind her.
"Hey yourself," she said quietly.
He gently pulled Martha back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, just below her breasts. "What are you thinking about?"
"That we had a lucky escape today," she answered. She craned her neck to look up at his face.
"Don't think about it," he advised. "It's over and we survived."
"Yes but - "
"Martha, don't." He turned her around in his arms, then lifted her chin to look down into her dark eyes. "Let it go," he said softly, "and come to bed."
She gave a half laugh. "Is that your answer to everything Jack? We're happy, we're sad, but let's go to bed."
"It's not a bad answer, as answers go," he told her.
Before she could speak again, he picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the luxurious double bed, setting her down gently in the middle. Then he pulled off his bathrobe and climbed onto the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms, sliding his hands down her back to press her body firmly against his own.
"Did anyone ever tell you, Doctor Jones, that sometimes you think too much?"
"Many, many times."
"Well let's see if I can make you forget how to think," he suggested.
Before she could answer, his mouth was locked on hers and Martha found herself being kissed very thoroughly. Jack lifted her left leg up, hooking it over his right leg, then guided himself into her waiting heat and she gasped as he filled her. Then he rolled them until she was on her back and pushed deeper into her so that Martha felt as if he'd impaled her to the bed with his erection. He held her gaze, his expression filled with intense desire and love for her. She knew she wasn't the only person he loved, but that didn't matter; she didn't really believe in fairytales and one true love anyway. It was enough that he saw her and wanted her.
"You're still thinking," he admonished gently, but soon after he began to move and she stopped thinking to concentrate on the wonderful feelings he was causing her.
* * * * * *
"Not goodbye" (4/4)
A few days later, Martha stood on the platform at Cardiff station with Jack at her side.
"This isn't goodbye," he said.
She looked up to see him watching her. "I know."
"You can come back any time. And I guarantee I'll be back in London regularly, and I'll visit."
She smiled. "I shall look forward to your visits."
Jack grinned, pulling her into his arms for a lengthy kiss. When he released her, Martha grinned at him.
"What's amusing you?" he asked.
"You're always leaving me breathless," she answered.
"Fair's fair," he told her, "you frequently leave me both breathless and speechless."
She ducked her head, blushing, and he tightened his arms around her. "When are you going to stop blushing every time I offer you a mild compliment?" he asked curiously.
"Don't know," she answered, her voice muffled by his coat.
The train pulled in and Jack released her reluctantly. "Stay in touch," he said softly, "and remember this is not goodbye."
She gave him a nod, then grabbed her bags and climbed up onto the train. She grinned as Jack blew her a kiss, then went to find herself a seat.
See you soon, she thought as she watched Jack striding away across the platform.