Ways Of Observation - My First Martha Fic
Title: Ways Of Observation
Genre: Almost Smut, Humour (I guess)
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 1, 006
Pairing: Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Summary: A little bit of not-quite-smut for our companions.
Author's Notes: This was written for the “let’s get Martha shagged” challenge at ”lifeonmartha”. I used the prompts, Jack, Masturbation/Voyeurism/(and possibly) Public Sex, Restaurant. My betas were all asleep and I had this large urge to get it up so only proof read by me unfortunately so, yeah let me know if it is unreadable because of grammar, and I’ll edit it pronto. Thanks. Also stole from Douglas Adams a bit, sorry.
It is rather inappropriate, well for her time period, Jack thinks as he continues to watch fascinated. He isn't really sure what about this he thinks is inappropriate because he could really think of quite a few things (a restaurant restroom, her friends just outside, his friends just outside, she didn’t bother to lock the door, and he is staring at her masturbating and she had no idea), but they all seem to be fading as her hips once again rise to grind against her palm.
Her skin looks darker than normal in the light of the restaurant’s bathroom, and her teeth gleam wickedly against her skin (and her teeth could bite into his neck suckling and cultivating until he'd cum from the sensation) as she bites down to keep from moaning, from screaming. He wonders briefly whose name she would call out (his, the Doctor, some unknown lover, or maybe the alien, Kari, who'd been flirting with her all night). The thought passes though as her legs straighten pushing against the closed toilet seat, her rather impractical heels (he called her on it and she stuck out her tongue, saying she’d found far more impractical things in the wardrobe), and dress pushed impossibly high upon her thigh make the view all the more enjoyable, and he feels himself hardening.
Jack is surprised that Martha has not yet opened her eyes. Maybe, he thinks, it is the fact that were she to open them she would be faced with only the tiles of the restroom (at least that is what she would think). There is a clatter of utensils and a curse as a waiter and a tray no doubt bumps into the door of the unlocked room (the moment he saw the dress pushed up over fit thighs he couldn't think of such things as locks when the possibilities started playing in his head). It is enough though to pull Martha back to reality for instant, or would have been an instant if she hadn't seen Jack.
When her eyes meet his he expects her to blush, or maybe to be angry, or just run from the room, he doesn't expect her smile. She pulls her hand from where it was (inside her, on her, he doesn't know, and he really, really wants to), and places it on the counter. "How long have you been there then?" She finally says.
"Long enough." Jack smiles, he isn't embarrassed.
"I feel like I should be embarrassed." She doesn't move her skirt down, though regrettably some of it falls down (no, he wants to scream, he wants to pull it off and curse it for covering up something so beautiful) without her arm and hand to hold it back.
"You're not though?" He takes a step forward, a hand along the counter she sits on.
She laughs awkwardly, before saying: "No. You exude sexuality," Jack chuckles, "it makes it hard to embarrassed about it in front of you. 'Sides I'm nearly a doctor, I'm used to being a third part seeing things, suppose it's fair someone gets their own back." She smiles.
"So, I exude sexuality do I." It is not a question. It is, in fact, something Jack has always been capable and proud of. His hand, followed by his hip, and finally his feet inch forward toward her.
Martha smiles in response.
He moves forward a bit more and he is in her personal space, if there is such a thing after what he has just witnessed (and he curses that damn waiter who has stopped him from seeing her come, because that is a sight he'd pay to see).
"Jack?"
"Yes Martha?" He says his hand now resting next her thigh, though it is beginning to move upwards over, down.
She leans in to whisper in his ear, and he is surprised by her forwardness (she is full of many surprises he finds later). "Are you planning to finish what I started?"
"I think I'm thinking about it." He whispers back (and he enjoys her shiver at his breath on her ear), even as his hand makes its way to her clit.
She leans back and smiles before she kisses him.
***
Outside the bathroom, in the restaurant on Betelgeuse Two, sits the Doctor, he is eating with Kari, and he is apparently the only one in their group whom she is not attracted to because she keeps looking over his shoulder to the bathroom door. Finally he snaps, "Look I understand your attraction to my companions, but I'm talking."
The female looks at him, she has dusky orange skin, which is pulled tight over her muscles (Kari's species only actually have three bones, a fact which gave Jack lots of material for innuendo, and Martha's medicinal mind much to focus on), and it seems to tighten in a sense of condescension. Kari looks at the Doctor then and her face suddenly seems softer. "I'm sorry it is just I can hear them," Her gaze returns to the bathroom door, "And they really do seem to be having a good time. That Jack does not lie about his talents."
The Doctor had unfortunately taken this moment to take a sip of the juice (it was sweet but also very bitter and Martha had almost gagged when she first had a sip), his drink ended up on his food (which wasn't actually the worst thing he thought) as it came out of his nose and mouth.
"Are you okay, Doctor?" Kari asks, looking once again at the Doctor.
"Yeah, just... yeah fine." He says. He gives her a grin, which seems enough to frighten her off to looking at the magical restroom door again.
The Doctor looks around, and sure enough, everyone who shares Kari's race (a bizarre genetic branch off of the Betelgeuse) is looking at the same door. The Doctor thinks wryly that he should add very, very good, and disturbing hearing to the list of traits that separate them from the normal Betelgeuse.
Please Review, it is my first time writing Martha, and I’d love comments.
Genre: Almost Smut, Humour (I guess)
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 1, 006
Pairing: Martha Jones/Captain Jack Harkness
Summary: A little bit of not-quite-smut for our companions.
Author's Notes: This was written for the “let’s get Martha shagged” challenge at ”lifeonmartha”. I used the prompts, Jack, Masturbation/Voyeurism/(and possibly) Public Sex, Restaurant. My betas were all asleep and I had this large urge to get it up so only proof read by me unfortunately so, yeah let me know if it is unreadable because of grammar, and I’ll edit it pronto. Thanks. Also stole from Douglas Adams a bit, sorry.
It is rather inappropriate, well for her time period, Jack thinks as he continues to watch fascinated. He isn't really sure what about this he thinks is inappropriate because he could really think of quite a few things (a restaurant restroom, her friends just outside, his friends just outside, she didn’t bother to lock the door, and he is staring at her masturbating and she had no idea), but they all seem to be fading as her hips once again rise to grind against her palm.
Her skin looks darker than normal in the light of the restaurant’s bathroom, and her teeth gleam wickedly against her skin (and her teeth could bite into his neck suckling and cultivating until he'd cum from the sensation) as she bites down to keep from moaning, from screaming. He wonders briefly whose name she would call out (his, the Doctor, some unknown lover, or maybe the alien, Kari, who'd been flirting with her all night). The thought passes though as her legs straighten pushing against the closed toilet seat, her rather impractical heels (he called her on it and she stuck out her tongue, saying she’d found far more impractical things in the wardrobe), and dress pushed impossibly high upon her thigh make the view all the more enjoyable, and he feels himself hardening.
Jack is surprised that Martha has not yet opened her eyes. Maybe, he thinks, it is the fact that were she to open them she would be faced with only the tiles of the restroom (at least that is what she would think). There is a clatter of utensils and a curse as a waiter and a tray no doubt bumps into the door of the unlocked room (the moment he saw the dress pushed up over fit thighs he couldn't think of such things as locks when the possibilities started playing in his head). It is enough though to pull Martha back to reality for instant, or would have been an instant if she hadn't seen Jack.
When her eyes meet his he expects her to blush, or maybe to be angry, or just run from the room, he doesn't expect her smile. She pulls her hand from where it was (inside her, on her, he doesn't know, and he really, really wants to), and places it on the counter. "How long have you been there then?" She finally says.
"Long enough." Jack smiles, he isn't embarrassed.
"I feel like I should be embarrassed." She doesn't move her skirt down, though regrettably some of it falls down (no, he wants to scream, he wants to pull it off and curse it for covering up something so beautiful) without her arm and hand to hold it back.
"You're not though?" He takes a step forward, a hand along the counter she sits on.
She laughs awkwardly, before saying: "No. You exude sexuality," Jack chuckles, "it makes it hard to embarrassed about it in front of you. 'Sides I'm nearly a doctor, I'm used to being a third part seeing things, suppose it's fair someone gets their own back." She smiles.
"So, I exude sexuality do I." It is not a question. It is, in fact, something Jack has always been capable and proud of. His hand, followed by his hip, and finally his feet inch forward toward her.
Martha smiles in response.
He moves forward a bit more and he is in her personal space, if there is such a thing after what he has just witnessed (and he curses that damn waiter who has stopped him from seeing her come, because that is a sight he'd pay to see).
"Jack?"
"Yes Martha?" He says his hand now resting next her thigh, though it is beginning to move upwards over, down.
She leans in to whisper in his ear, and he is surprised by her forwardness (she is full of many surprises he finds later). "Are you planning to finish what I started?"
"I think I'm thinking about it." He whispers back (and he enjoys her shiver at his breath on her ear), even as his hand makes its way to her clit.
She leans back and smiles before she kisses him.
***
Outside the bathroom, in the restaurant on Betelgeuse Two, sits the Doctor, he is eating with Kari, and he is apparently the only one in their group whom she is not attracted to because she keeps looking over his shoulder to the bathroom door. Finally he snaps, "Look I understand your attraction to my companions, but I'm talking."
The female looks at him, she has dusky orange skin, which is pulled tight over her muscles (Kari's species only actually have three bones, a fact which gave Jack lots of material for innuendo, and Martha's medicinal mind much to focus on), and it seems to tighten in a sense of condescension. Kari looks at the Doctor then and her face suddenly seems softer. "I'm sorry it is just I can hear them," Her gaze returns to the bathroom door, "And they really do seem to be having a good time. That Jack does not lie about his talents."
The Doctor had unfortunately taken this moment to take a sip of the juice (it was sweet but also very bitter and Martha had almost gagged when she first had a sip), his drink ended up on his food (which wasn't actually the worst thing he thought) as it came out of his nose and mouth.
"Are you okay, Doctor?" Kari asks, looking once again at the Doctor.
"Yeah, just... yeah fine." He says. He gives her a grin, which seems enough to frighten her off to looking at the magical restroom door again.
The Doctor looks around, and sure enough, everyone who shares Kari's race (a bizarre genetic branch off of the Betelgeuse) is looking at the same door. The Doctor thinks wryly that he should add very, very good, and disturbing hearing to the list of traits that separate them from the normal Betelgeuse.
Please Review, it is my first time writing Martha, and I’d love comments.