The Big Bang Theory
Title: The Big Bang Theory
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: soft R for psychic sex, kinda
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Warnings: No spoilers.
Summary: Five hundred years after Torchwood, Jack takes his new TARDIS for a ride that she'll never forget.
Author's notes: According to the production staff of Torchwood, the coral on Jack's desk is a baby TARDIS. He's had it for about fifty years, and after it's about five hundred years old, it'll be ready to be carved.
He manipulates her controls like an expert, caressing her consoles and playing his delicate fingertips across her central column. She thrums with pleasure as she tunnels through the vortex, sensations whirling across her outer surface like a thousand hands stroking against her skin. She glows brighter, bathing him in the gentle cascade of her heart-light, and as he laughs in joy, she sings out in harmony. Faster and faster, she plunges through the fabric of space and time, shuddering with the force of her own speed. Black holes and supernovas blow past, pulling at her as her excitement mounts, pushing her limits higher as they hurtle towards the beginning of everything. The universe shrinks, narrowing to a single, tight point as the energy builds, and she fears she will break apart under the terrifying, beautiful strain.
And then she's thrusting forward, the whole of reality exploding into being with a single glorious wave of ecstasy, and she rides the shockwave as it carries both of them far out into blissful darkness. She cries out in triumph, and he echoes her call from deep within her passages, overwhelmed by her elation and sharing in every moment.
They drift for quite some time, watching the universe slowly crawl outward, taking comfort in each other's presence. He leans against one of her support columns, gently stroking her sides, and she shivers with aftershocks under his talented fingers. "Not bad for your first time," he murmurs to her, and she purrs in satisfaction. Her thoughts caress him in return, and she is grateful that her captain is so wise and experienced. Her first time has been truly special, and as she thanks him for his generous and wonderful gift, she eagerly looks forward to spending eternity with this man, her partner, her captain.
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: soft R for psychic sex, kinda
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Warnings: No spoilers.
Summary: Five hundred years after Torchwood, Jack takes his new TARDIS for a ride that she'll never forget.
Author's notes: According to the production staff of Torchwood, the coral on Jack's desk is a baby TARDIS. He's had it for about fifty years, and after it's about five hundred years old, it'll be ready to be carved.
He manipulates her controls like an expert, caressing her consoles and playing his delicate fingertips across her central column. She thrums with pleasure as she tunnels through the vortex, sensations whirling across her outer surface like a thousand hands stroking against her skin. She glows brighter, bathing him in the gentle cascade of her heart-light, and as he laughs in joy, she sings out in harmony. Faster and faster, she plunges through the fabric of space and time, shuddering with the force of her own speed. Black holes and supernovas blow past, pulling at her as her excitement mounts, pushing her limits higher as they hurtle towards the beginning of everything. The universe shrinks, narrowing to a single, tight point as the energy builds, and she fears she will break apart under the terrifying, beautiful strain.
And then she's thrusting forward, the whole of reality exploding into being with a single glorious wave of ecstasy, and she rides the shockwave as it carries both of them far out into blissful darkness. She cries out in triumph, and he echoes her call from deep within her passages, overwhelmed by her elation and sharing in every moment.
They drift for quite some time, watching the universe slowly crawl outward, taking comfort in each other's presence. He leans against one of her support columns, gently stroking her sides, and she shivers with aftershocks under his talented fingers. "Not bad for your first time," he murmurs to her, and she purrs in satisfaction. Her thoughts caress him in return, and she is grateful that her captain is so wise and experienced. Her first time has been truly special, and as she thanks him for his generous and wonderful gift, she eagerly looks forward to spending eternity with this man, her partner, her captain.