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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman/Jack Harkness
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse, shortly after Jack & Liz start dating.
Rating: R ( Suggestiveness like whoa, alien psychic sex toys, and mentions of a trip to an adult toy superstore )
Word Count: 1900
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100_fairytales 013: The Magician and his Pupil
Her eyes cracked open slightly when she heard the gently buzzing sound. Liz was sure it was Jack's cell phone vibrating, and resigned herself to the inevitable fact that she'd be having breakfast alone. She didn't want to after the night they'd had, but maybe it was better that way. Things were still...weird. She buried her head in the pillow she'd pulled from Jack's side of the bed, a frown growing on her face before she felt his fingertips brush away the bits of her hair that had fallen over her cheek.
“You awake?” Jack whispered, just in case she wasn't. She scowled, snuggling her head down into the pillow more. “Does it matter, you're leaving.” She said, leaving that bitter tone in her voice fully detectable.
“Hey, don't be like that,” Jack reached his hand around to pull up her chin, making her look at him. When she simply scowled and rolled around so her back was to him, Jack crawled over her to fit himself on the little sliver of mattress she hadn't taken over. “Liz, stop sulking and look at me, please.” He again forced her head up, smiling gently as her frown melted a bit. “Shouldn't you get your phone?” She asked softly. “Duty calls, save the world, all that shit.”
Jack chuckled and shook his head. “No, sweetheart. My phone is off, so no working tonight. I promised, didn't I?” He smiled gently as she sat straight up in bed, the blanket she'd twisted around herself falling around her as she held it to her chest with one hand and fumbled to try and reach his hands with her other. “A little late to be worrying about me seeing you naked.” He teased as she huffed, letting the blanket fall so she could search with both hands. “Oh, whatever.” she whined as she discovered his phone to be nowhere in sight. In fact, the only thing he had near him was a small satin like pouch that shimmered with every motion like a rainbow accented with starlight. She pulled it from behind his back with a victorious chuckle. “What was buzzing then, this... thing?” She demanded before the pouch answered the question for her with an audible buzz and a vibration that made her fingers twitch. She gasped and dropped the bag between the two of them, craning her head up to look at Jack. “What the hell is that?” She whispered, as if the thing could hear her.
“This,” Jack retrieved the pouch and dumped the contents into his hand. “is a toy.” He said simply as she leaned down to inspect it. The gleaming metal orb lay quiet in Jack's hand, until Liz got close enough for it to detect her. A moment later, a tiny row of lights blinked in seemingly random pattens before the ball whirred again and transformed right before her eyes. Hard metal shifted to a mass of too brightly colored plastic before the device stopped moving and fell silent. She knew what it had transformed to the moment it stopped, and grabbed for it with a flustered gasp.
“Oh, my God. That's the...” She reached out for what Jack held in his hand, nearly retrieving it before he jerked his hand away. “Yes it is, and you are a liar, Liz Sherman.” He smirked as she blushed a million shades of red. In truth, she was a liar. This whole thing with Jack was so new, so foreign to her. It was more often than not that she'd get so wrapped up in him and agree without thought to most anything he suggested, only to find herself paralyzed with fear and worry when the actual moment arrived. She felt...naive. She felt childish and inexperienced around him, and she hated it. Her life, and the amount of shelter it forced on her, made parts of her as innocent as a schoolgirl.
“All right, so maybe I was a little interested in some of the stuff back at the...” She trailed off, too timid to say it. Too embarrassed still about the place they'd gone earlier that night. “It was a sex shop, Liz. A friendly, neighborhood sex shop.” Jack insisted with a calm tone. It wasn't. It was perhaps the largest supplier of pornography, adult toys, and lingerie in the greater Metropolitan area.
To his credit, at least Jack hadn't taken her to one of those dirty, seedy smaller shops that had XXX posters in the window and drunks looking to jerk off in the back room. This place was as straight forward as a grocery super store, with a place for everything and everything in it's place. Walls of condoms and handcuffs, bras that glittered with sequins, fuzzy feathers in ever color of the rainbow and then some, and heels that would surely make you break your ankles if you stepped wrong. The rows of DVD for every interest that seemed to go for miles, and the notion that someone, anyone would need lube in a gallon sized jug with a pump made Liz wonder if the store was designed for actual people, or just porn stars and hookers.
There was even a room behind a velvet curtain, but after seeing what was left out in the open for everyone too see, Liz couldn't muster up the braver to peek behind the barrier. What could possibly be so...weird to require being concealed in a place like this?
Jack had thought the laid back atmosphere of the store would be less threatening, even the organization would have put her at ease, he was sure of it. However, it only made Liz more apprehensive to see things she considered to be taboo, kinky, or even dirty treated in such a mundane manner. The second he saw his girlfriend freeze up, Jack should have turned around and walked out with her.
He still felt bad about that. He might always but he was trying to make it up to her now. “I think maybe that was putting the cart before the horse earlier, so to speak.” He reflected as he held up the orb again. “This...is like training wheels. Wading in the shallow end for a while before we jump into the deep end.” He chuckled and tossed the orb in the air towards her, knowing she'd catch it.
“What...is it...? What is it exactly?” Liz's embarrassment had gotten the better of her, and the orb responded by locking itself up tight in a plain ball. She toyed with the ball in her fingers, rolling it around as she tried in vain to get some sort of reaction from it the way it had before.
She didn't know it yet, but the ball sensed her fear, and kept itself dormant because that was really what she wanted at that moment. She had more to work out in her mind before she felt comfortable with something like that, and the orb knew it. She did, for a moment, think it's surface softened a bit, but she wasn't sure.
Jack leaned closer, looking from her eyes to the orb in her hand before be spoke softly. “It's a piece of psychic shape-shifting technology. We found it decades ago. This kid was playing with it, thought it was just a ball but...I knew.” Jack got a sparkle in his eyes that let Liz know he knew exactly what he was doing with this particular piece of technology. “It taps into your subconscious brainwaves, directing your most desired object...or fantasy into reality.” He moved himself behind her, letting her rest her back and head on his chest while she kept examining the orb.
She thought of something simple, that feather wand that looked so gentle yet so intriguing in one. The ball didn't respond. She scowled, focusing on something more extreme, something that she didn't even know what it was exactly until she picked up to inspect the image on the back of the box and...then it was promptly dropped with a quiet squeak. The ball did nothing, laying in her hand like it was the most boring thing in the world.
As the ball continued to be unresponsive, Jack reached out and brushed a finger along the edge of the toy, causing it to purr to life at his touch, chirping and reforming itself into... “Holy crap.” Liz blushed again and buried her head in his chest. “Sorry,” she whispered, dropping the toy onto the bed. “You're... really...” She glanced back at the once again dormant ball, then looked up at Jack. “I am.” He said gently, finishing her thought. “And you're still learning what you like, what you need, what you enjoy when it comes to sex.” He said logically. “I've played with this, so many times. By myself more than anything. Cold, lonely night get so cold and lonely.” Jack said sadly as he reached for the ball. Because he understood it, he was able to block it's reaction to him, allowing it to remain in a sleep state for now. “I don't even remember who I've showed it to, really.” Liz frowned before he clarified, taking a moment to press his lips on her shoulder before he continued. “You're the first person in a long time I've wanted to knew what they really wanted. Honestly truly wanted, not just what they said they wanted.”
Liz's lips trembled a bit at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and honestly behind them. “I want...” She paused and chewed her lip, cautiously slipping the orb from his fingers. “I want to show you... what I want. I want to learn what I Iike, and what you like.” She let out a sigh of relief as the orb shifted to a more tame replica of something that caught her eye in the store when she wasn't busy staring at her boots. It wasn't dirty, or weird or scary at all. It was...exciting, really exciting.
Jack chuckled, nodding in approval as he pulled the toy from her hands slowly, showing her the way to keep the design in spite of the thoughts the tech might pick up. It would do no good to have it picking up all the stray thought he had in the middle of the lesson, for lack of a better word. Nor would it do any good if Liz's own thoughts were to wander to more intense, more potentially embarrassing desires and kinks she wasn't ready to admit to yet.
He wrapped his free hand around her back, holding her gently as he eased her down into the bed again. She wiggled down in the piled up pillows and blankets, twisting her fingers though his free hand. Her breathing was steady, her heart beat accelerated, no from panic or fear but excitement and happiness. “So...you wanna...play?” Liz asked, leaning her lips onto his after he nodded, that mischievous grin of his that made her heart flutter flashing across his face before he kissed her with more intensity.
She was safe with him, perfectly free to explore or be explored and she knew it. She believed it with every fiber of her mind and her heart. Jack knew her well enough to know that the more experience she had with this, the more brave she'd become. They'd get to that kinky little thing that had first popped into her head sooner than later, and getting to that point would be a hell of a ride.
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse, shortly after Jack & Liz start dating.
Rating: R ( Suggestiveness like whoa, alien psychic sex toys, and mentions of a trip to an adult toy superstore )
Word Count: 1900
Prompt:
100_fairytales 013: The Magician and his PupilHer eyes cracked open slightly when she heard the gently buzzing sound. Liz was sure it was Jack's cell phone vibrating, and resigned herself to the inevitable fact that she'd be having breakfast alone. She didn't want to after the night they'd had, but maybe it was better that way. Things were still...weird. She buried her head in the pillow she'd pulled from Jack's side of the bed, a frown growing on her face before she felt his fingertips brush away the bits of her hair that had fallen over her cheek.
“You awake?” Jack whispered, just in case she wasn't. She scowled, snuggling her head down into the pillow more. “Does it matter, you're leaving.” She said, leaving that bitter tone in her voice fully detectable.
“Hey, don't be like that,” Jack reached his hand around to pull up her chin, making her look at him. When she simply scowled and rolled around so her back was to him, Jack crawled over her to fit himself on the little sliver of mattress she hadn't taken over. “Liz, stop sulking and look at me, please.” He again forced her head up, smiling gently as her frown melted a bit. “Shouldn't you get your phone?” She asked softly. “Duty calls, save the world, all that shit.”
Jack chuckled and shook his head. “No, sweetheart. My phone is off, so no working tonight. I promised, didn't I?” He smiled gently as she sat straight up in bed, the blanket she'd twisted around herself falling around her as she held it to her chest with one hand and fumbled to try and reach his hands with her other. “A little late to be worrying about me seeing you naked.” He teased as she huffed, letting the blanket fall so she could search with both hands. “Oh, whatever.” she whined as she discovered his phone to be nowhere in sight. In fact, the only thing he had near him was a small satin like pouch that shimmered with every motion like a rainbow accented with starlight. She pulled it from behind his back with a victorious chuckle. “What was buzzing then, this... thing?” She demanded before the pouch answered the question for her with an audible buzz and a vibration that made her fingers twitch. She gasped and dropped the bag between the two of them, craning her head up to look at Jack. “What the hell is that?” She whispered, as if the thing could hear her.
“This,” Jack retrieved the pouch and dumped the contents into his hand. “is a toy.” He said simply as she leaned down to inspect it. The gleaming metal orb lay quiet in Jack's hand, until Liz got close enough for it to detect her. A moment later, a tiny row of lights blinked in seemingly random pattens before the ball whirred again and transformed right before her eyes. Hard metal shifted to a mass of too brightly colored plastic before the device stopped moving and fell silent. She knew what it had transformed to the moment it stopped, and grabbed for it with a flustered gasp.
“Oh, my God. That's the...” She reached out for what Jack held in his hand, nearly retrieving it before he jerked his hand away. “Yes it is, and you are a liar, Liz Sherman.” He smirked as she blushed a million shades of red. In truth, she was a liar. This whole thing with Jack was so new, so foreign to her. It was more often than not that she'd get so wrapped up in him and agree without thought to most anything he suggested, only to find herself paralyzed with fear and worry when the actual moment arrived. She felt...naive. She felt childish and inexperienced around him, and she hated it. Her life, and the amount of shelter it forced on her, made parts of her as innocent as a schoolgirl.
“All right, so maybe I was a little interested in some of the stuff back at the...” She trailed off, too timid to say it. Too embarrassed still about the place they'd gone earlier that night. “It was a sex shop, Liz. A friendly, neighborhood sex shop.” Jack insisted with a calm tone. It wasn't. It was perhaps the largest supplier of pornography, adult toys, and lingerie in the greater Metropolitan area.
To his credit, at least Jack hadn't taken her to one of those dirty, seedy smaller shops that had XXX posters in the window and drunks looking to jerk off in the back room. This place was as straight forward as a grocery super store, with a place for everything and everything in it's place. Walls of condoms and handcuffs, bras that glittered with sequins, fuzzy feathers in ever color of the rainbow and then some, and heels that would surely make you break your ankles if you stepped wrong. The rows of DVD for every interest that seemed to go for miles, and the notion that someone, anyone would need lube in a gallon sized jug with a pump made Liz wonder if the store was designed for actual people, or just porn stars and hookers.
There was even a room behind a velvet curtain, but after seeing what was left out in the open for everyone too see, Liz couldn't muster up the braver to peek behind the barrier. What could possibly be so...weird to require being concealed in a place like this?
Jack had thought the laid back atmosphere of the store would be less threatening, even the organization would have put her at ease, he was sure of it. However, it only made Liz more apprehensive to see things she considered to be taboo, kinky, or even dirty treated in such a mundane manner. The second he saw his girlfriend freeze up, Jack should have turned around and walked out with her.
He still felt bad about that. He might always but he was trying to make it up to her now. “I think maybe that was putting the cart before the horse earlier, so to speak.” He reflected as he held up the orb again. “This...is like training wheels. Wading in the shallow end for a while before we jump into the deep end.” He chuckled and tossed the orb in the air towards her, knowing she'd catch it.
“What...is it...? What is it exactly?” Liz's embarrassment had gotten the better of her, and the orb responded by locking itself up tight in a plain ball. She toyed with the ball in her fingers, rolling it around as she tried in vain to get some sort of reaction from it the way it had before.
She didn't know it yet, but the ball sensed her fear, and kept itself dormant because that was really what she wanted at that moment. She had more to work out in her mind before she felt comfortable with something like that, and the orb knew it. She did, for a moment, think it's surface softened a bit, but she wasn't sure.
Jack leaned closer, looking from her eyes to the orb in her hand before be spoke softly. “It's a piece of psychic shape-shifting technology. We found it decades ago. This kid was playing with it, thought it was just a ball but...I knew.” Jack got a sparkle in his eyes that let Liz know he knew exactly what he was doing with this particular piece of technology. “It taps into your subconscious brainwaves, directing your most desired object...or fantasy into reality.” He moved himself behind her, letting her rest her back and head on his chest while she kept examining the orb.
She thought of something simple, that feather wand that looked so gentle yet so intriguing in one. The ball didn't respond. She scowled, focusing on something more extreme, something that she didn't even know what it was exactly until she picked up to inspect the image on the back of the box and...then it was promptly dropped with a quiet squeak. The ball did nothing, laying in her hand like it was the most boring thing in the world.
As the ball continued to be unresponsive, Jack reached out and brushed a finger along the edge of the toy, causing it to purr to life at his touch, chirping and reforming itself into... “Holy crap.” Liz blushed again and buried her head in his chest. “Sorry,” she whispered, dropping the toy onto the bed. “You're... really...” She glanced back at the once again dormant ball, then looked up at Jack. “I am.” He said gently, finishing her thought. “And you're still learning what you like, what you need, what you enjoy when it comes to sex.” He said logically. “I've played with this, so many times. By myself more than anything. Cold, lonely night get so cold and lonely.” Jack said sadly as he reached for the ball. Because he understood it, he was able to block it's reaction to him, allowing it to remain in a sleep state for now. “I don't even remember who I've showed it to, really.” Liz frowned before he clarified, taking a moment to press his lips on her shoulder before he continued. “You're the first person in a long time I've wanted to knew what they really wanted. Honestly truly wanted, not just what they said they wanted.”
Liz's lips trembled a bit at his words, overwhelmed by the sincerity and honestly behind them. “I want...” She paused and chewed her lip, cautiously slipping the orb from his fingers. “I want to show you... what I want. I want to learn what I Iike, and what you like.” She let out a sigh of relief as the orb shifted to a more tame replica of something that caught her eye in the store when she wasn't busy staring at her boots. It wasn't dirty, or weird or scary at all. It was...exciting, really exciting.
Jack chuckled, nodding in approval as he pulled the toy from her hands slowly, showing her the way to keep the design in spite of the thoughts the tech might pick up. It would do no good to have it picking up all the stray thought he had in the middle of the lesson, for lack of a better word. Nor would it do any good if Liz's own thoughts were to wander to more intense, more potentially embarrassing desires and kinks she wasn't ready to admit to yet.
He wrapped his free hand around her back, holding her gently as he eased her down into the bed again. She wiggled down in the piled up pillows and blankets, twisting her fingers though his free hand. Her breathing was steady, her heart beat accelerated, no from panic or fear but excitement and happiness. “So...you wanna...play?” Liz asked, leaning her lips onto his after he nodded, that mischievous grin of his that made her heart flutter flashing across his face before he kissed her with more intensity.
She was safe with him, perfectly free to explore or be explored and she knew it. She believed it with every fiber of her mind and her heart. Jack knew her well enough to know that the more experience she had with this, the more brave she'd become. They'd get to that kinky little thing that had first popped into her head sooner than later, and getting to that point would be a hell of a ride.
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