Torchwood/Doctor Who - fic - Better With Five, Jack/Ten/Martha/TARDISes, NC-17/18
Here’s that telepathic fivesome I promised and finally managed to wrap my head around, then ;) This happens right after Curves In All The Right Places.
Title: Better With Five
Author: laurab1
Rating: NC-17/18
Pairing: Jack/Ten/Martha/TARDISes
Length: 378 words
Summary: This is possibly the very last thing Martha Jones ever imagined she’d find herself doing.
Spoilers: Torchwood - 1.1 and general series, Doctor Who - vague for 3.11 to 3.13
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
Other stories in this 'verse:
March Twigs (by versaphile)
Glint Of Green
Rhythm of Life
Compatibility
Tomorrow Will Be Leaflets Spare art for TWBLS
Wondrous Fair
Curves In All The Right Places
Sweet Child Of Mine (AU to this 'verse)
Better With Five
by Laura
When she entered that magic blue box, six years ago, this is possibly the very last thing Martha imagined she’d find herself doing. But here she is, in 2500, in the control room of Jack’s TARDIS, having a fivesome.
And a telepathic fivesome, at that.
They’re all naked, and pressed against a particular coral strut. On Jack’s insistence, the Doctor’s kissing her lips, while he’s got his tongue between her legs.
Both men are in her head, along with their TARDISes. Jack said his ship just physically came. It wasn’t even from Vortex energy; just plain, old-fashioned love and kisses.
Even he was surprised.
Oh, she’s getting close. For the third time. Martha gently pushes the Doctor away, so she can speak.
“Jack.”
“Yeah, Martha?” he says, pulling away, standing up.
“Fingers, instead, please, this time.” She’s husky.
“And the rest?” he says, in a similar tone.
“Mmm-hmm.”
He grins at her. “Of course, ma’am. My pleasure.” A pause. ”And yours, of course.”
“I hope so, Captain,” she fires straight back.
“That’s my girl. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Doc?”
“Captain?”
Jack places his hand on a certain point of the strut. “Watch this bit. See if Martha and I can make my other girl have yet another physical orgasm.” The Doctor nods at Jack, who pulls his hand away, and places it on Martha’s face.
“Doctor Jones.”
“Captain Harkness.”
Jack kisses her, then there are fingers and Vortex energy and Martha’s on fire and she comes, loudly, and repeatedly. As do both ships, judging by the sparkling feelings in her head. Was that physically, as well, though?
She pulls away from Jack’s lips. “Mr Smith? Was it as good for her as it was for me?” She tries on one of Jack’s leers.
“Oh, yes.” The Doctor grins at them, and indicates the area he was observing.
Martha looks over, to see a glistening patch on the strut. She turns to Jack, smiling. “We did that.”
“Yeah.” He smiles back at her, gently withdraws his fingers. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Very cool. And we’re going to do it again, Captain.” Martha pulls Jack’s head down, and kisses him. The Doctor ends up between her legs.
And yes, they set Jack’s other girl, his Emma, his TARDIS on fire, and it's beautiful.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
lifeonmartha
tenmarthajack
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon
Title: Better With Five
Author: laurab1
Rating: NC-17/18
Pairing: Jack/Ten/Martha/TARDISes
Length: 378 words
Summary: This is possibly the very last thing Martha Jones ever imagined she’d find herself doing.
Spoilers: Torchwood - 1.1 and general series, Doctor Who - vague for 3.11 to 3.13
Disclaimer: alas, none of these people are mine
Feedback is loved & appreciated :) Enjoy!
Other stories in this 'verse:
March Twigs (by versaphile)
Glint Of Green
Rhythm of Life
Compatibility
Tomorrow Will Be Leaflets Spare art for TWBLS
Wondrous Fair
Curves In All The Right Places
Sweet Child Of Mine (AU to this 'verse)
Better With Five
by Laura
When she entered that magic blue box, six years ago, this is possibly the very last thing Martha imagined she’d find herself doing. But here she is, in 2500, in the control room of Jack’s TARDIS, having a fivesome.
And a telepathic fivesome, at that.
They’re all naked, and pressed against a particular coral strut. On Jack’s insistence, the Doctor’s kissing her lips, while he’s got his tongue between her legs.
Both men are in her head, along with their TARDISes. Jack said his ship just physically came. It wasn’t even from Vortex energy; just plain, old-fashioned love and kisses.
Even he was surprised.
Oh, she’s getting close. For the third time. Martha gently pushes the Doctor away, so she can speak.
“Jack.”
“Yeah, Martha?” he says, pulling away, standing up.
“Fingers, instead, please, this time.” She’s husky.
“And the rest?” he says, in a similar tone.
“Mmm-hmm.”
He grins at her. “Of course, ma’am. My pleasure.” A pause. ”And yours, of course.”
“I hope so, Captain,” she fires straight back.
“That’s my girl. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Doc?”
“Captain?”
Jack places his hand on a certain point of the strut. “Watch this bit. See if Martha and I can make my other girl have yet another physical orgasm.” The Doctor nods at Jack, who pulls his hand away, and places it on Martha’s face.
“Doctor Jones.”
“Captain Harkness.”
Jack kisses her, then there are fingers and Vortex energy and Martha’s on fire and she comes, loudly, and repeatedly. As do both ships, judging by the sparkling feelings in her head. Was that physically, as well, though?
She pulls away from Jack’s lips. “Mr Smith? Was it as good for her as it was for me?” She tries on one of Jack’s leers.
“Oh, yes.” The Doctor grins at them, and indicates the area he was observing.
Martha looks over, to see a glistening patch on the strut. She turns to Jack, smiling. “We did that.”
“Yeah.” He smiles back at her, gently withdraws his fingers. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Very cool. And we’re going to do it again, Captain.” Martha pulls Jack’s head down, and kisses him. The Doctor ends up between her legs.
And yes, they set Jack’s other girl, his Emma, his TARDIS on fire, and it's beautiful.
-end-
crosspost:
dwfiction
galactic_conman
lifeonmartha
tenmarthajack
torch_wood
torchwood_fic
Teaspoon