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I'm starting to thing the Admiral works on a give take basis. He throws Davros aboard, but we get this almost immediately after.

It's been a while since I was a girl, I think I missed it. Everything's so bouncy and soft. Funny story, well, I guess it's a couple funny stories, but the first one's always the best. The Notrycon system's a funny little place.

Anyway, I can't decide if strip dodgeball's best played this way or if I should hold off till it's passed.

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I think that's a commentary on me, but I'm choosing to ignore it in favor of how amazing my body looks right now. Though I think I'm going to have to requisition some appropriate clothes...

You can come over and raid my closet if you like.

And you do look pretty good.

I was really hoping you'd say that.

Come on over, it'll be fun to play dress up.

Dress up, dress down, I'm game. I'll be right over.

[And he was soon knocking on her door. And yes, he IS wearing his awesome coat. It's dragging on the floor, but. Well.]

[Martha had left her door open when he'd said that he'd be right over. Her closet wasn't huge, but it was rather big even if she tended to have a uniform of pants and sleeveless shirts.]

Come on in, Jack.

[He stepped in, ignoring the urge to tug the coat up off the floor.] Now tell me honestly, [he said the moment he spotted her.] Does this just look silly? [The baggy slacks and awkwardly fitting button down didn't help much, but he meant the coat.]

[He didn't need to wait for the answer. She laughed quickly when she saw him, but recovered after a moment.] It looks a bit like you've decided to play in your Dad's clothes, Jack. I'm afraid the coat, as much as I adore it, is going to have to go until you turn back.

[Oh, ouch. Laughter. Jack pouted, but he slid out of the coat and folded it over his arm.] This is almost depressing. [The suspenders are sliding off his shoulders. Oiy.]

[Martha smiled at him, feeling slightly guilty about laughing. But only the smallest bit. She grinned before she added.] At least you look good even as a human.

[She snapped one of his suspenders.] Come on, let's find you something lovely.

[Rubbing where the suspender snapped, Jack pouted for a moment before heading straight for her closet.] I'm your doll, Martha Jones. Do what you will. [He held out his arms, grinning.]

[Martha grinned and moved into her closet. She considered for a moment, pulling out a few skirts.] I definitely think you should show off some leg, Jack.

[A black and a purple one were held up to his waist with a grin.] And I've got some fantastic boots to go with it.

Edited 2010-02-27 03:51 (UTC)

I always did love your style, [he said, taking the skirt and admiring it. He hoped his legs were shaved; he hadn't thought to check with pants on.]

I hate to say it, but I don't think my briefs'll fit too well under this. [Especially since now they were just kind of...baggy.]

Well thanks. [Martha said with a grin, watching as he held up the skirt. She hadn't thought of that, but was hoping so as well. Granted, she had a fair amount of things that would take care of that, but still.]

[The grin grew even bigger when he mentioned briefs.] I knew you just wanted to look in my underwear draw. Come on. [Martha moved over to the top drawer of her dresser and opened it quickly.]

You can read me like a book. [Skirt in hand, he followed her to the drawer, leaning forward with a hand lightly against her back as he peeked.] Just in case you think I'm a dirty old man at heart, you pick.

Jack, love, aren't you a dirty old man at heart? [A grin over her shoulder before she pulled out a pair of turquoise panties. A little more rooting, and she pulled out a matching bra and held it to Jack's chest.] I don't know if it'll fit.

[He laughed and looked down as she held it up, grinning.] Well, maybe. But it's part of my charm. [Jack took the bra with a shrug.] If it doesn't, I'll just go without. Or put out a plea for appropriately sized bras. That should be wonderful.

Jack, your charm has more parts than it knows what to do with. [She laughed quickly, and poked around for a different style of bra, hoping that it would help. After he gave him that one, she moved into a lower drawer and pulled up a button up shirt in blue.] There, now you won't be so without your uniform. [Of course the button up shirt was a woman's one, and didn't go all the way up to the neck, but that was neither here nor there.]

[Button up blues are button up blues in his book. Grinning, Jack took the new bra and the shirt before moving to lay them out on the closest chair. He was already sliding out of his suspenders and unbuttoning his shirt. No, there was no modesty.] Martha Jones, you're a life saver.

I know, it's my universal job description. [Martha smirked a bit, and was entirely unsurprised by Jack's getting naked. Oh, she didn't check him out, but she didn't mind. It was just Jack being Jack. Martha turned to the closet and started going through her assortment of jackets. There was of course the leather, but that wasn't quite Jack. Wool maybe? She found a solider-looking coat she'd worn for UNIT, and turned around with it.] This work?

[He was just fastening the bra as she held it up, and he grinned at her, eyes lighting up.] It's a little short, but I think it's just about perfect. [Straightening the straps, the shirt came next, though he only did a couple buttons before shucking his pants and very ill fitting briefs for the rest of the borrowed clothes. Aha! Shaved legs. Fantastic.]

If I wore a long coat, I'd look ridiculous. I'm far too short for one. So, I wear the bad ass short coats that don't have the flowy part. Oh, it's so not fair my clothes look better on you than they do on me. [Martha turned toward him and sighed softly, in a melodramatic manner before she moved to get a pair of thigh highs from the drawer.] Boots'll be murder without this.

[He let out a laugh with that compliment, settling the skirt on his hips with a grin.] It just looks new on me. Don't worry, I promise it looks fabulous on you. I forgot how much I'm going to have to cross my legs...[He reached for the badass, non-flowy short jacket and tugged it on, swiping his hair out from under the collar.]

Yeah, yeah. [Martha said with a roll of her eyes, but a smirk.] Can always go for pants. [She smirked and lowered her tone.] Or everyone will just assume that you're being Jack-like and doing it on purpose. [Which made her laugh, because it was probably what was going to happen. After the jacket was on, Martha adjusted the label.] You're going to knock a fair amount of people dead, Jack. [A beat.] Even more-so than usual.

Pants are too easy. I like a good challenge now and then. [As long as it wasn't too challenging. He grinned at her, tugging lightly at the end of the skirt.] I hope it's more than a fair amount...

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