Long Road Back (Torchwood/Doctor Who, Martha/Tosh, R)

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Title: Long Road Back
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: f/f sex
Word count: 1,014
Prompt: - Crossover: Torchwood/Doctor Who, Martha/Tosh: comfort sex - "They were both so far from home."
A/N: None


"I've loved him for so long." Tosh glanced away with a shrug of her shoulders. "But, he doesn't even know I exist."

Martha kicked further back into the corner. "Don't I know what that's like?"

Tosh turned back with wide eyes. "The Doctor?" When Martha didn't respond, she asked, "Really?"

"I know what you're going to tell me, that everyone is in love with the Doctor...me, Jack, Rose, and who knows who all else." She exhaled slowly. "That doesn't make it hurt any less."

In a quiet voice, Tosh asked, "Do you ever...wonder?"

"Wonder what?"

"What it would be like if..." A flush crept into Tosh's cheeks.

Martha nodded; a wistful smile crept across her lips. "I wonder what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him, and sometimes..." It was her turn to blush. "I wonder what it would be like to make love to him."

"Do you think he knows?"

Martha's blush deepened. "I think he knows everything, but I try really hard not to think about it, you know?"

"Sorry." Tosh smiled weakly. "Do you think we'll ever get home?"

Martha ventured a glance into the darkness, afraid of the eyes and teeth and tentacles that she knew were out there somewhere. "I'm sure they're working very hard on finding us."

Tosh followed her gaze. "You think they'll find us in time?"

"Can't we talk about something else?" Martha flinched at the edge to her voice. "Or even better, what if we don't talk at all?"

Tosh edged away, until a breath of space lay between them, but she still lay within the tiny circle of light.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"It's all right," Tosh assured her. "I...understand."

It could be their last night alive. No matter how much she believed The Doctor would find them and that Jack would try his damnedest to get them back, she wasn't sure they'd be found in time.

"I don't want to die alone," she said in a whisper. "I'm glad you're here, Tosh. I'm glad neither of us is alone."

Leaning back against what remained of the building shell behind them, Tosh looked out into the darkness and admitted, "I always figured I'd die young what with being a part of Torchwood and all, but somehow I figured I'd die in action, with my team..." She swallowed hard; her shoulders slumped. "Nobody will miss me."

"I'll miss you." Martha captured Tosh's closest hand. "That is, I would miss you, if anything was going to happen to us...which it's not."

"How can you be sure?" Tosh sniffled, but when she raised her eyes, there was a flicker of hope in them.

"Because we don't need Jack or Owen or the Doctor to rescue us." Martha nodded curtly, hoping she sounded more certain than she felt. "Because we're going to rescue ourselves."

"How are we going to do that?"

"First off, we're going to forget all about them guys." Martha leaned forward, pressed her lips to Tosh's. "We don't need them for a good time. We've got ourselves, and that's all we need."

"Yeah?" This time, Tosh brightened noticeably.

"Yeah." They were both so far from home. They were both so alone. They both needed each other so desperately.

As long as they stayed in the light, they were safe. They'd already had half a dozen examples of what happened to the monsters if they dared even draw near the light. Inching away from the most recent splatter of alien guts, she pressed closer to Tosh.

She didn't understand how Owen could ignore someone as lovely, someone as deep as Tosh. Not that Owen would ever be considered deep, but...

"I don't know what you see in Owen anyway," Martha whispered, slipping her arm around the other woman's shoulders.

She didn't miss the trepidation in Tosh's eyes, nor did she miss the hungry longing. She'd never touched a woman before, but if they were to die--and in spite of what she'd told Tosh, she knew there was a chance of it--she'd make it an experience worth dying for.

Their lips met, hot and desperate; their tongues touched and locked and parted. Tosh tasted of fish and chips and ale and Martha felt a twinge of homesickness, wishing she dared leave the Doctor to go home.

She didn't remember undressing Tosh, didn't remember being undressed in return. All she remembered were questing fingers, hot lips, and pleasure that touched every part of her body. Drenched in the heat of that pleasure, not even the wind that had chilled them earlier could penetrate the energy they generated. Lost in desire, they forgot their fear.

Though her body was fit and hard from years of Torchwood service, Tosh was soft in all the right places. While her fingers traced the curves of Martha's breasts and pinched her nipples, Martha took the other woman in her mouth, sucked until Tosh squirmed.

Raising herself on her elbows, she turned to kiss her way down Tosh's stomach while Tosh kissed her way down hers. All lips and tongue, they explored one another in ways a man could never understand. While ripples of pleasure sent tremors through her body, her tongue stirred Tosh into trembling moans beneath her.

Tosh came first, with a cry and a clench of lips that sent Martha over the edge. She shuddered until she feared collapsing atop the other woman, rolled off her to curl in on herself until the twinges of orgasm faded into tears.

"It's all right." Tosh wrapped warm arms around her from behind.

Soft lips found her cheek, found her lips. They lay intertwined until the first blush of morning touched the sky. In that blush, they found hope; in the light that followed, they found strength.

They slept then, knowing their lives would never be the same.

And when the Tardis came for them, they entered, arm in arm, never looking for the Doctor or for Owen, only for one another as they made their way to safety, and the freedom they had won.