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Rec: A Planet Near Arcturus, by nostalgia
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I've been a fan of Doctor Who since I began watching it in the 80s on the local/Georgia PBS station, but it honestly wasn't until S3 of New Who that I really got heavily into fandom.
This week I will be reccing a mixed bag of primarily New Who-oriented fics that are mostly shippy in nature, but also some gen fic as well.
This is my first time reccing here, so I am both nervous and excited for this opportunity. I hope you will enjoy these stories as much as I do!
Story: A Planet Near Arcturus
Author: nostalgia/nostalgia_lj
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1060
Author's Summary: He's not keeping this one. Really. No, honest. (Ten/Martha)
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Warnings: Sex, Swearing
Recced because: This short ficlet was one of the first fanfics I read when I immersed myself in fandom and, honestly, it is probably the one that made the biggest impression on me and my ideas about the Ten/Martha relationship. I think this fic is an excellent portrait of the dysfunctional nature of this pairing and how much the Doctor holds back, even when -- in my opinion -- he doesn't want to. I love the waynostalgia_lj renders the Doctor's inner monologue and self-effacing introspection. This Doctor is a bit broken and he knows it, but as he says in the beginning: the universe "owes him something fun and uncomplicated that doesn't end in tears".
He's not keeping her, no matter how many times she tilts her head and raises her eyebrows at him. Not that he's (smitten already?) been paying much attention to things like that. No, Martha Jones is out the door as soon as he gets her home. Gone with a friendly wave and maybe a wink or that nice little smile she does. (It's not just a river in Egypt and a planet near Arcturus.)
"So," she says, stretching on that bed that isn't hers and never will be, "Earth girls are easy?"
Oh, they're not. They're terrifyingly complex and their emotions are enough to confuse even a man who had to negotiate his way through the labyrinthine courtships of Gallifrey (no, don't think about her, don't think about any of them) and who won a game of postal chess against an unbeaten planet-sized AI (that's better).
So, "Yeah, a bit."
Martha doesn't mind one bit, because he hasn't yet taught her to expect too much. He is careful not to make a promise when he kisses her (don't make one to her either), because she isn't staying and is mere nerve-endings.
She slips the knot from his tie (good with her hands) and he runs his hands up her legs (good for running), past her waist, under the hem of her top and thinks only of warm skin (and how nice it would be to keep her around for a bit).
He wants to taste the strip of skin between hem and denim, so he doesn't. Taste is too intoxicating, and Martha might be addictive. All those other senses and in any case her mouth tastes eloquent and sharp and it's not like he's in love with her (yet).
radiantbaby and I will be reccing this week here on calufrax. I've been a fan of Doctor Who since I began watching it in the 80s on the local/Georgia PBS station, but it honestly wasn't until S3 of New Who that I really got heavily into fandom.
This week I will be reccing a mixed bag of primarily New Who-oriented fics that are mostly shippy in nature, but also some gen fic as well.
This is my first time reccing here, so I am both nervous and excited for this opportunity. I hope you will enjoy these stories as much as I do!
Story: A Planet Near Arcturus
Author: nostalgia/
nostalgia_ljRating: Adult
Word Count: 1060
Author's Summary: He's not keeping this one. Really. No, honest. (Ten/Martha)
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Warnings: Sex, Swearing
Recced because: This short ficlet was one of the first fanfics I read when I immersed myself in fandom and, honestly, it is probably the one that made the biggest impression on me and my ideas about the Ten/Martha relationship. I think this fic is an excellent portrait of the dysfunctional nature of this pairing and how much the Doctor holds back, even when -- in my opinion -- he doesn't want to. I love the way
nostalgia_lj renders the Doctor's inner monologue and self-effacing introspection. This Doctor is a bit broken and he knows it, but as he says in the beginning: the universe "owes him something fun and uncomplicated that doesn't end in tears". He's not keeping her, no matter how many times she tilts her head and raises her eyebrows at him. Not that he's (smitten already?) been paying much attention to things like that. No, Martha Jones is out the door as soon as he gets her home. Gone with a friendly wave and maybe a wink or that nice little smile she does. (It's not just a river in Egypt and a planet near Arcturus.)
"So," she says, stretching on that bed that isn't hers and never will be, "Earth girls are easy?"
Oh, they're not. They're terrifyingly complex and their emotions are enough to confuse even a man who had to negotiate his way through the labyrinthine courtships of Gallifrey (no, don't think about her, don't think about any of them) and who won a game of postal chess against an unbeaten planet-sized AI (that's better).
So, "Yeah, a bit."
Martha doesn't mind one bit, because he hasn't yet taught her to expect too much. He is careful not to make a promise when he kisses her (don't make one to her either), because she isn't staying and is mere nerve-endings.
She slips the knot from his tie (good with her hands) and he runs his hands up her legs (good for running), past her waist, under the hem of her top and thinks only of warm skin (and how nice it would be to keep her around for a bit).
He wants to taste the strip of skin between hem and denim, so he doesn't. Taste is too intoxicating, and Martha might be addictive. All those other senses and in any case her mouth tastes eloquent and sharp and it's not like he's in love with her (yet).