Warm and Full (2/?)

Martha came to her feet and enfolded him in another embrace, Jack resting his head on hers.  As she held him, they began to sway softly to the TARDIS’ internal rhythm.  After a while, they began to hear music playing softly in the back ground.  Martha smiled gently and on impulse, turned her face towards his and noticing how bright his eyes had become, reached up with her hand to caress him gently. 

 

“And when was the last time you had someone keep your fears away, Captain Harkness?” she said with an impish grin.  Sobering quickly, she stroked his cheek with her finger and said “After so much time at the hands of the Master, you…” at which point she reached upward and kissed him.

 

It began gently, with both of them giving and taking, tongues quietly asking admittance.  Martha gently nibbled Jack’s lower lip while stroking the back of his neck; Jack licked her lips while playing with her hair. 

 

Slowly, still swaying, still kissing, Jack began to run his hands up and down her sides, just brushing the sides of her breasts through her robe while Martha scraped her nails along his stomach through his t-shirt.  She pulled his shirt up and over his head, pulling her own back and breathing hard. 

 

With a smile, he then led Martha towards the opulent bed, with kisses that became hungry and desperate.  Jack threw himself back on the bed, and pulled her on top of him, causes her to laugh as she tumbled ungracefully.  This was the connection they both so desperately desired, to be held by another, in laughter, warm, and safe. 

 

 

Martha reached over to the table behind them, and snagged a bowl of sliced fruit.  Grinning, she offered the bowl to Jack, who then grabbed a piece of strawberry and, placing it in his own mouth, sat up to feed it to her.  She parted her lips and was greeted by a piece of strawberry, and Jack’s tongue.  Sighing happily, Martha grabbed a banana slice, rubbed it onto the juncture of Jack’s neck and shoulder, and began to lick and suck at the fruit covered flesh, causing Jack to moan in response.  “Brings all new meaning to the phrase ‘forbidden fruit’, doesn’t it?” Martha asked with a laugh.

 

They continued down each others bodies, with bits of melon in clavicles, peach slices in the inside of elbows, and blueberries that Jack artfully arranged between her breasts with an impish grin where he had opened her robe.  He reached down, and gently nipped the berry up, followed by a lap of his tongue, causing Martha to pool with a terrible ache between her legs.  She rubbed her thigh against the straining hardness of his pants while grabbing handfuls of hair and pulling him towards her navel and lower 

 

Getting the hint, Jack chuckled and then pulled one nipple between his teeth, slowly scraping, pulling and stretching. Lavishing the same attention on the other, Jack then slowly began to kiss his way down, stopping to trace her ribs with his tongue.  Gently, Jack would take tiny tips of the taut cinnamon colored skin of her belly, bringing moans out from deep within Martha as he would soothe the bite with a lick and a kiss, trying to cover as much of her as possible.  As he came to her navel, Jack began to work his tongue in and out while allowing his fingers to lazily wind their way down to her curls, which were already damp with anticipation.  Unhurriedly, his fingers danced along her lips, drawing out sighs and moans, as they gently coaxed her into revealing her clit.  A final pinch caused Martha to scream, as her first orgasm of the evening washed over her. 

 

After the spasms ended, Martha wrapped her legs around Jack, and tried to flip him over, only to find that Jack wouldn’t let her. 

 

“Jack, it’s my turn…” but her cut her off, with a serious expression. 

 

“Sweetheart” kiss “you saved the world” kissed deeper “and always take care of all of us.  For once, just let me take care of you” he said, stroking her stomach, while licking her navel. 

 

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and I hope there will be other opportunities for us to be together where you can take charge and reciprocate” kissed right below her navel, and then rolled over to lean on one arm, and look at her.  “Please, just let me make you happy, for once”.  He sighed, and running his fingers along her ribs wistfully looked her in the eye “You deserve this and so much more than I could possibly give you.  Let me make you feel good.  I want to chase away those shadows I see in your eyes, want you to remember what it’s like to be intimate without hiding yourself” he said as he pulled her out of her robe.  “I’ve used my body as a commodity, and I am so sorry that you had to do the same to survive Martha” Jack said, as Martha looked away.  He sat up, and gently gathered her to him, lifting her face so he could look her in the eyes.  “Don’t EVER been ashamed of surviving, love.  I have so much respect for you Martha, for being so strong and saving us all”.

 

Jack stood up, with Martha in his arms, and walked her over to the tub, gently depositing her in it.  He quickly removed his pants and climbed in with her, handing her a drink.  Jack lifted her left foot, which had walked so far and kissed it gently, said “You are a Goddess for what you did, and I plan to treat you like one” as he massaged it gently in the warm water, then moving on to the other before grabbing a bath sponge  to wash them.  As he washed her feet, Martha finally began to relax, sipping her drink and leaning her head back against the edge of the tub.  Putting her glass down, Martha picked up the other sponge, and washing his feet said “What about you Jack?  I know you had it hard too, will you at least talk a bit?”

 

He thought for a moment as she washed his feet while he washed hers.  “Well, mostly, he just liked to kill me.  I supposed I provided hours of amusement, since he could come up with an infinite variety of ways to kill me and be able to do over his favorites whenever he wanted.”  As Jack began to talk Martha moved to his side of the tub to wipe away tears Jack hadn’t noticed falling down his cheeks.  “He really liked to starve me.  Actually, one of his favorite games was to starve me every few weeks, see if I would kick it faster than the last time.  He had a chart and everything.” Jack laughed “Funny in a really sick, twisted, evil sort of way.  It got to where I ” Jack took a big swig of his drink and looked away “I looked forward to dying, because it was rest for a few hours.”  He looked over at Martha and saw that she too was crying.

 

“Shhh, please don’t cry for me Martha.  I promise that we will sit like this again and talk all about me and my time with the Master, and you can be the one to be strong, but right now, I promised to do that for you, and I’m going to.  It hurts me to see you like this.”  With that, he leaned over and kissed her.