Quick Fic X-Post
Aug. 18th, 2007 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99From the Doctor Who and Torchwood Porn Battle over on Joanne_C's LJ, cross-posted only so I don't forget its existance,
Title: Hath A Tongue
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, Martha is the BBC's and William Shakespeare belongs to the world. No money being made.
Characters: Martha Jones/William Shakespeare
Rating: 15/R - smut, but all very coy and punning. Very, very punning. I feel I should probably warn for the puns more than for the cunilingus.
Summary: "That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."
He'd written those lines, but now he was living them, his Ethiop Queen with her strong fingers pressed into his head, pushing him to go further. He did as he was ordered, writing the words in his head with his mouth upon her, and them coming bubbling up through her, through her shaking core and out, transfigured into something more marvellous still, for what were words unspoken but a waste.
Her legs clenched him to her as he wrote more furious still, to make a furious stillness take her, till quaking it did. He tipped the velvet more carefully as she returned from ecstasy merely slightly less divine.
She had no words now and it was his tongue that won this one.
Title: Hath A Tongue
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, Martha is the BBC's and William Shakespeare belongs to the world. No money being made.
Characters: Martha Jones/William Shakespeare
Rating: 15/R - smut, but all very coy and punning. Very, very punning. I feel I should probably warn for the puns more than for the cunilingus.
Summary: "That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."
He'd written those lines, but now he was living them, his Ethiop Queen with her strong fingers pressed into his head, pushing him to go further. He did as he was ordered, writing the words in his head with his mouth upon her, and them coming bubbling up through her, through her shaking core and out, transfigured into something more marvellous still, for what were words unspoken but a waste.
Her legs clenched him to her as he wrote more furious still, to make a furious stillness take her, till quaking it did. He tipped the velvet more carefully as she returned from ecstasy merely slightly less divine.
She had no words now and it was his tongue that won this one.
