I mean, admittedly I am a bit of a sucker for '1969 fic,' but using this traditional Jack/Ianto cliche for Ten/Martha worked so utterly brilliantly. I love the banter between the two of them and, of course, the sexiness of their explorations on the couch, especially these two parts:
And he certainly wouldn't be whispering things in her ear about what he'd be doing to her if they only had a condom, or how she might have figured in some of his less appropriate dreams back in 1913, or whether he had any particularly creative ideas involving the sack of jelly babies.
And:
She touches his trembling lip with a fingertip. "I wanted to watch you," she says, and lets her hand move a little more quickly.
The Doctor reaches for Martha's finger, lacing his hand through hers. He closes his eyes, lets his head drop back on the arm of the couch, and Martha can tell by the way his grip on her tightens that he's very close now. She loosens her fist to draw things out a little longer, selfishly, just so she can see the look on his face: lost and far away, but for once, absolutely hers.
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on 2008-11-21 11:06 pm (UTC)I mean, admittedly I am a bit of a sucker for '1969 fic,' but using this traditional Jack/Ianto cliche for Ten/Martha worked so utterly brilliantly. I love the banter between the two of them and, of course, the sexiness of their explorations on the couch, especially these two parts:
And he certainly wouldn't be whispering things in her ear about what he'd be doing to her if they only had a condom, or how she might have figured in some of his less appropriate dreams back in 1913, or whether he had any particularly creative ideas involving the sack of jelly babies.
And:
She touches his trembling lip with a fingertip. "I wanted to watch you," she says, and lets her hand move a little more quickly.
The Doctor reaches for Martha's finger, lacing his hand through hers. He closes his eyes, lets his head drop back on the arm of the couch, and Martha can tell by the way his grip on her tightens that he's very close now. She loosens her fist to draw things out a little longer, selfishly, just so she can see the look on his face: lost and far away, but for once, absolutely hers.
So. Much. Love.
Great job!