Calling The Shots, Three/Sarah, R
*does that happy dance of wonderful ficathon entries* Man, these are all so great. Best start to 2007 EVER!
This isn't for the ficathon, but for medie's New Year's Eve Porn Battle. Post-Invasion of the Dinosaurs smutlet. Written at ridiculous o'clock this morning because I couldn't sleep, and because if someone dares me to write smut then I normally do.
He leads her into the Tardis and for an odd moment she feels as though he's carrying her over the threshold. It really is the start of a new life, and she's terrified and excited and bloody tired. It's so stupid, she hasn't fought to be accepted on equal terms with her male collegues just to have her heart leap at being described as some man's assistant. And that's when Sarah Jane decides that she's going to call the shots. As soon as the door has shut behind them, she's presing him up against a wall with a hot kiss, standing on her tiptoes to reach properly and letting her hands roam wickedly underneath his shirt. His breath is coming loud and fast, and he keeps trying to speak but she pushes her tongue inside his mouth and nibbles on his lower lip so that all he can do is groan. She can feel his erection pressing against her stomach and breathes a mental sigh of relief that whilst he's alien, he isn't all that alien.
She pulls away, laughing, and prances over to the console, knowing that he's watching her. She bends over the console to peer at all the buttons and glances up to ask what they do. He's an awful lot closer all of a sudden, his hands on her hips pulling her back as he grinds against her and whispers in her ear filthy promises of what he's going to do to her.
It isn't until they're collapsed on the floor in a sticky tangle of limbs that they realise the Tardis is still parked in the UNIT HQ, and that at least four soldiers have been standing on the other side of the door, listening to Sarah gasp obscenities and order the Doctor to lick her just there, a little harder...
He laughs as he buttons his shirt, and says that they both probably taught them a thing or two.
This isn't for the ficathon, but for medie's New Year's Eve Porn Battle. Post-Invasion of the Dinosaurs smutlet. Written at ridiculous o'clock this morning because I couldn't sleep, and because if someone dares me to write smut then I normally do.
He leads her into the Tardis and for an odd moment she feels as though he's carrying her over the threshold. It really is the start of a new life, and she's terrified and excited and bloody tired. It's so stupid, she hasn't fought to be accepted on equal terms with her male collegues just to have her heart leap at being described as some man's assistant. And that's when Sarah Jane decides that she's going to call the shots. As soon as the door has shut behind them, she's presing him up against a wall with a hot kiss, standing on her tiptoes to reach properly and letting her hands roam wickedly underneath his shirt. His breath is coming loud and fast, and he keeps trying to speak but she pushes her tongue inside his mouth and nibbles on his lower lip so that all he can do is groan. She can feel his erection pressing against her stomach and breathes a mental sigh of relief that whilst he's alien, he isn't all that alien.
She pulls away, laughing, and prances over to the console, knowing that he's watching her. She bends over the console to peer at all the buttons and glances up to ask what they do. He's an awful lot closer all of a sudden, his hands on her hips pulling her back as he grinds against her and whispers in her ear filthy promises of what he's going to do to her.
It isn't until they're collapsed on the floor in a sticky tangle of limbs that they realise the Tardis is still parked in the UNIT HQ, and that at least four soldiers have been standing on the other side of the door, listening to Sarah gasp obscenities and order the Doctor to lick her just there, a little harder...
He laughs as he buttons his shirt, and says that they both probably taught them a thing or two.