Bizarre Love Triangle, Part 3/3
Title: Bizarre Love Triangle [Part Three]
Author: radiantbaby
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Dr. John/Martha, Ten/Martha/Dr. John [Note: Dr. John was a David Tennant character in the “Reproduction” episode of “Love in the 21st Century”]
Word Count: 22,860 total, 6532 in Part Three [in Word]
Genre: Angst, AU, Romance/Fluff, Polyamory, Porn, and a teeny bit of Slash
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-S3 Doctor Who, Post-S2 Torchwood
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and John on a trip to an alien festival to work on making amends, but they end up getting more than they bargained for. Everyone is a bit more vulnerable than they’d like, but is it what they need to finally work things out between them? Crossover of Doctor Who and “Love in the 21st Century”
Beta: persiflage_1
Disclaimer: All your Doctor Who are belong to us Sadly, I own nothing related to
Doctor Who et al, nor do I own anything related to “Love in the 21st Century” - I am just playing around in their sandbox for a bit of fun.
This story is in three parts and will be posted over the next few days.
Previous stories in this series: Three Words, Doctors, Staring off a Cliff, Martha Jones, Storyteller, Trusting You, and Not With a Bang, But With a Whimper.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the feedback so far! I'm getting ready to leave town until Monday and don't know what my internet situation will be, so I will try to get to any comments I have either over the weekend or once I get home.
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part one | part two | part three
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After they awoke, John and Martha began their day with a long hot bath together in the large palatial tub in their room’s en suite. They both knew that it was going to be a day celebrating sensuality and pleasure, so as they soaked they discussed their hopes and wishes for the day and both expressed how much they wanted to just lose themselves in both the spirit of it all and, by extension, in each other.
Once they lovingly dried each other off - taking time to leisurely and sensuously caress each other’s skin with the ultra-soft fabric of the hotel’s towels - Martha slowly wrapped the fabric of the chiton around John’s body, feeling very much like a sybarite as she worshiped the curves and angles of his form with fingertips and lingering gazes.
She stood on her toes to fasten his chiton at his shoulders with pins, which were admittedly not as extravagant as the ones the Doctor had gifted to her, but still made him look majestic and even a bit divine. Then as she knelt before him, tying the sash around his waist, she pressed her cheek against his thigh, consumed with an irresistible feeling that made her want to revere him like the gods he resembled and, in blind adulation and exaltation, just take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him for hours.
For her, it almost bordered on sacrilegious, but in that moment, Martha didn’t care. His body begged to be worshiped and she wanted to be that devotee.
“The Lysios, do you think they pump it into the air of the hotels as well?” Martha breathed, rubbing her cheek against John’s thigh, enjoying the resultant rise of his cock pressing itself against the fabric just inches from her.
Before they had fallen asleep the night before, as they lay tangled in one another’s arms in the softness of their bed, Martha had talked to John about the Lysios and all the other things Ahren had said about the festival. John had joked that he didn’t have any need for intoxication to lose his inhibitions with her, but he still seemed very willing to go along with the experience and share that breakdown of boundaries with her.
John reached down to caress her hair, moaning as her nose now nuzzled the base of his cock. “Already feeling amorous?” he asked, though his smirk showed that he knew full well she was.
“Maybe a bit,” she said, her voice silky. He trembled in response.
“At this rate, we’ll never leave this room today,” he groaned, very lightly grinding his hips against her.
Then, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door - the door to the Doctor’s room.
John whimpered and sighed in displeasure. “To be continued, I should think.”
Martha jumped up to her feet, covering herself with her hands, as she was still nude, while John made his way across the room toward the door. He looked back, winking and smiling at her. “There’s no need to hide yourself. Once you have your chiton on, nothing will be left to the imagination.”
She blushed and looked down, still keeping an arm across her breasts and her hand over the apex of her thighs. While she was very aroused, thinking of the Doctor seeing her nude suddenly made her self-conscious as well.
What if he decides he no longer loves me after seeing my body? she found herself thinking. John is very forgiving about little things about my body I’m fond of, but will the Doctor be as well?
“Yes?” John said through the door.
“May I come in?” replied the Doctor, the sound of his voice muffled through the wood of the door.
John looked questioningly at Martha and, despite her worries, she nodded affirmatively.
“Of course,” John replied.
They heard an electronic beep and the lock disengage. The door opened slowly and, before the Doctor was even through it, he was already talking. “I was thinking that we could join everyone for the community breakfast. It’s not mandatory, of course, but I think it would be…good…fun…”
His words slowed as his gaze fell on Martha standing naked in the middle of the room. His mouth kept moving just slightly - though sound ceased to come from it - and his eyes were wide in shock.
“We were still getting dressed,” she said shyly.
Martha then found herself averting her own eyes a bit at the sight of the Doctor’s own body, so exposed beneath the thin fabric of his chiton. She’d only rarely seen him in as little (for him) as shirtsleeves and trousers, but had never had any opportunity to see his nearly nude form in such detail.
John walked over to the table, picking up Martha’s chiton from the box. “Would you like to put it on her again? We took the pins off last night so the fabric wouldn’t get too ripped,” he asked the Doctor as he held the items out for him.
The Doctor’s surprised gaze turned to him and he seemed almost frozen to the spot. John slowly approached him, soon standing face to face with him. He held up the chiton and pins, smiling at him.
“I think we’d both like it if you did,” John added softly, but loud enough for Martha to hear.
Martha felt a resultant throb of arousal between her legs and bit her lip, a hint of amusement fluttering through her over John’s attempt at instigating things between the three of them. He’s such a naughty boy, she thought.
The Doctor looked back at her, then back to John, and then down at the clothing in his hands. He still looked completely stunned and for a moment she was worried John had pushed him too far too fast. She was relieved though, when after a moment of what looked like internal deliberation, he took the items from John and slowly walked around him, tentatively making his way toward her.
Martha could feel herself beginning to quiver as he approached, noting that his gaze seemed filled with a delicious mixture of desire and bashfulness.
He stopped before her, a blush now evident on his cheeks. “Spread your arms out for me,” he said in a low voice and then asked, holding up the chiton pins, “Will you hold these?”
Martha took the pins from him and took in a deep breath before spreading her arms. She was fully exposed now - no more demure attempts to cover her body with her arms and hands to hide behind. She smiled as he gasped a little in response, his eyes now roaming over her as if he was taking her whole body in - studying and memorizing it much like he seemed to do with all things that interested him.
She felt herself get even more wet under his intense scrutiny and, while she worried for a moment he might be displeased with what he saw, a quick furtive glance between his legs showed otherwise, as she noticed his hardness beginning to press and push up against the fabric of his chiton.
He looked back up into her eyes, swallowing hard, seemingly embarrassed about letting himself look at her at openly. He unrolled the fabric in his hands, his eyes still on hers as he stepped forward and began to slowly wrap it around her. His fingertips slipped down her sides and belly, smoothing out any creases, and she gave a small smile when she noticed he was trembling the tiniest bit.
“May I have the pins?” he asked, his voice a bit hoarse. Martha handed them to him. “Now will you hold the chiton up for me?”
Martha pinched the fabric at her shoulders between her fingers, enjoying the way he leaned over her to attach the pins and how the two of them gasped as his hard cock brushed against her thigh from his proximity.
She spared a glance at John and smiled at him as she saw him sitting at the table, watching them intently with a look of devotion coupled with desire and a hand tucked between his legs that was ever so lightly stroking himself.
Ever the voyeur, John always said he loved watching other men dote on her and, even more so, pleasure her, leading to many times with him just sitting on a chair by the bed as he would watch people such as Jack make love to her.
She found herself wondering how much he’d like it if he could watch her with the Doctor and her heart raced at the thought. She tried desperately to think of something else - anything else, please - than sleeping with the Doctor.
No, it felt much too soon to even contemplate, to even act on such desires - she still felt far too vulnerable with him to open herself up so much (to let himself inside her, in the emotional sense as well as the physical), no matter how tempting the idea was.
“There you are,” the Doctor said softly, stepping back from her to look at his handiwork now that her chiton was on.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
Despite wanting - needing -- to keep him mostly at arm’s length, her conflicting feelings of wanting so much for him to step closer again instead fought for dominance. Oh, how she wanted to feel his heated breath against her neck again, as it had been when he worked the pins. It was an action so simple, yet so very intimate.
The pins pushing through the fabric had reminded her of the pangs of desire penetrating her senses and she wondered - oh, she wondered - as he’d pushed them through, if that is how he looks (tongue pressed against teeth, mouth ajar) when he pushes himself inside a woman while making love.
John stood up and joined the two of them. “Even more breathtaking than yesterday,” he commented on her ensemble, looking up and down with a lustful smile.
“We should have breakfast,” the Doctor said weakly, still mostly averting his gaze from looking at Martha below her shoulders.
“Yes, we should,” John agreed, but then stepped around Martha to kiss her neck from behind, murmuring in her ear, “Of course there are other things I’d rather eat right now, but I’ll behave.”
The Doctor blushed and looked away, pushing a knuckle against his nose, as he shuffled his feet (which had his Converse on them and admittedly looked a bit comical in contrast to his chiton) nervously. Martha’s breath hitched in sudden embarrassment as she remembered those times he’d said his hearing was more enhanced than human hearing - she knew immediately he’d heard John’s words.
“Should I wear my trainers like you?” John asked the Doctor, oblivious.
“Well,” he started, clearing his throat, “they have sandals for you to wear if you’d like, but I thought I’d just wear my regular shoes. The sandals aren’t mandatory.”
“Great, I think I will go with trainers as well,” John said enthusiastically walking over to grab them and put them on.
Martha frowned down at her heels nearby, her feet still a bit sore from walking in them all the previous day. “I think I’ll go for the sandals myself. Where do I get them?”
“In the lobby. The hotel will provide them for you.”
Once John had his shoes on, he climbed into his hover chair. “Ready when you are.”
They made their way out into the hall, the Doctor and John slipping their keycards into their trainers for storage, as they all went over to the elevator to get downstairs. Martha felt a bit shy at first with how exposed she was and a bit nervous standing around with all the other people who were just as lightly dressed, but she did her best to ignore her insecurities and enjoy the company of the two men at her side.
Once downstairs, Martha retrieved some sandals from the service center in the lobby and decided to take the opportunity to confirm her suspicions of Lysios being pumped into the air of the hotel that morning. “Yes ma’am,” the woman behind the counter said with a bright smile, “We do it in honor of the festival. It’s a rare treat, only the best hotels do it.”
Martha smiled back at her, looking across the room at John and the Doctor chatting as she slipped her sandals on and thanked the woman. No wonder I was feeling such a strong urge to make love to either or both of them, she thought with a smirk.
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After another sensual meal at the community breakfast held outside in the agora, the three of them began to make their way into the Anthionite assembly hall. The tables had been moved in favor of many soft chairs, couches, and even a few beds. There were swatches of fabric hanging from everywhere and it almost looked like a maze of cloth, disguising little nooks for people to speak, presumably for more privacy.
The Doctor took in a deep breath. “Lysios. It’s stronger in here.”
“Did you know they were using it at the hotel as well?” Martha asked, trying to avert her eyes from a couple starting to make love nearby.
“I didn’t know they were going to, but I definitely noticed it upon waking,” the Doctor tapped his nose, “Time Lord senses, remember?”
They made their way through the building, circling around and around again as they spoke with random attendees and did their (Martha, at least) best not to stare too much at the more amorous couples. There were a few fits of laughter that would overtake the three of them - usually over something rather trivial, but difficult to stop once they began - and they obviously couldn’t help but feel the intoxication taking over their senses.
Martha noted it was all very pleasant though, as Ahren had described, and she was happy that she was feeling more and more open without stumbling about like a drunkard.
“Why don’t I leave you two alone?” John offered, after what felt like a few hours of taking things in.
Martha panicked a bit at his suggestion. “But - “ she started.
John leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll just be over there if you need me,” he pointed to a larger area that had what looked like mattresses pushed together and had about eight or so people in varying stages of making love with each other.
He climbed out of his hover chair, pushing it into a nearby corner and locking it down. He then pushed a hand into Martha’s hair, stroking her temple with his thumb. “It’s okay, really. I love you so much. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Right now, I’m just interested in watching. You know how I love to watch,” he whispered with a naughty wink.
Martha glanced at the Doctor, noticing he’d turned away from them and seemed to be looking in the other direction to give them privacy. She stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. “But I’m scared.”
“Of the Doctor or of me meeting that perfect woman that I’ll want to leave you for?” he whispered back.
“Both,” she said weakly with a small frown, slipping from him until she was standing flat again.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about in either case, especially the second one,” he assured her with a wide smile and then leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. “I love you, Martha,” he breathed as he pulled from their kiss.
“And I love you,” she smiled up at him, still feeling a bit nervous, but decided to be strong in spite of it. “Go, have fun. We’ll catch up with you.”
“I look forward to it and then telling you all about it later,” he winked again and then made his way into the large room.
Martha tapped the Doctor on the shoulder. He turned around and offered her his arm. “Just the two of us now?” he asked.
“Yep, just us.”
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Martha smiled as she curled up on one of the couches with the Doctor - head on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest as he held her to him with his own arm tucked around her. They’d found a nice little alcove with just a couch and no one else around and began to chat. The conversation had started out casual, of course -- more stories about UNIT from her and more stories about travel from him - but as things got more and more personal, they’d slowly moved closer together until they were finally cuddling.
“I never meant to hurt you at Farringham, you know. I was very much, in many ways, not myself at that time,” the Doctor said after a few minutes of them simply sitting together in silence. “To even think that any of my clothing from that time could bring up such pain for you, well, it honestly tears me apart. I am so very sorry.”
Martha blew out a sigh. She’d wanted for so long to speak intimately to the Doctor about their travels, but now that it seemed like a real possibility, she was feeling a tiny bit reticent. Still, any anxieties seemed to only be small inside her, the Lysios empowering her to speak, galvanizing her to finally say all that she’d always wanted to tell him.
“I was so scared,” she started, pausing as she tried to work out what she wanted to say. Aside from the little bits that had come up with John within the past few days, she hadn’t honestly let herself think much about her feelings about the whole thing for a very long time.
The Doctor reached up to lightly stroke her hair. “What scared you, Martha?” he asked her softly, “I want to know. I want to help and to try to understand. I really don’t want this to have damaged our friendship forever. I want it to heal.”
“Well, at first it was that I was so alone. It was hard enough to be completely out of place, out of time, but people treated me so badly. Thankfully, I eventually made friends with Jenny, well, before she…before…” Martha let out a sob, remembering the horrible fate of her dear lost friend.
The Doctor leaned over and kissed her hair offering a whispered apology for her loss. “Anyway, usually when we traveled, you were always around,” she continued. “Sure, you weren’t always perfect company, but as John Smith, you made me feel even more invisible than I already did.”
“You never were invisible to me, Martha. Never,” he whispered.
Martha didn’t feel ready to accept his words, still feeling a bit distrustful of letting herself believe in him, so she continued on. “And then you began to fall in love with Joan - ”
“John Smith, not me.”
“For all intents and purposes, it was you. At least to me, at least at the time,” Martha corrected, trying to not let herself get angry and she focused on the floor, “And then the watch went missing and the Family showed up and nothing I did made you remember who you really were. All I could think was that I would be trapped in 1913 for the rest of my life. There you were, fighting so hard to stay John Smith, yelling such cruel things at me, and I really had started to lose hope that night in the cottage.”
He reached down to pulled her tight against him in a hug. “I’m so sorry. I never meant any of that to happen to you. Not at all,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “My memories of that time are so disjointed and hazy at best, but I know for certain, even as that simple man, that I cared so much about you, as much as I do right now. Like John Smith, though, I’m absolute rubbish at showing it.”
“Why do you do that anyway?”
The Doctor’s breath hitched. “Because I get scared too, Martha.”
“What scares an ancient Lord of Time?”
“Love.”
“Why would love scare you?”
“Because I am - as you said - an ancient Lord of Time, Martha, and the people I meet along the way, well, so many of them only have such very short lives and it seems just as I begin to open myself up to them, they are gone from me, forever. I always thought that it would get better over time, that I would simply become numb to all the loss, but it’s just the opposite, it gets even harder. And then there are people like you - beautiful, brilliant, marvelous, clever you - that come around and I know, I absolutely know that I could love you so deeply, so fiercely, but then my fears rear their head and I push you away,” he stopped, clearing this throat and wiping tears from his cheek, “It feels better that way in the end. No attachments, no heartbreaks.”
“But it doesn’t work like that, it’s not so easy, is it?” Martha asked. She found herself amazed at the glimpse into his psyche and how someone so antediluvian, so powerful, could be so humbled by, so abased by, and so terrified of love.
He sighed. “No, it never is. The thing you push away always seems to be the thing that rules you in the end. And the people you push away most…well, they are usually the ones you are denying yourself the most happiness with.”
“Is that…why you pushed me away, Doctor?”
“Martha,” he said softly, shifting so that he could lift her chin to look up at him. She swallowed as she looked at his cheeks wet with tears and the tender expression in his eyes, “I pushed you away because, no matter how hard I tried not to, I was falling desperately in love with you.”
“I never knew. I was so confused all the time. Sometimes I wondered if you really liked me and you had these moments when you seemed to and we seemed so close - like in New New York when we talked in the alley or after we were on the Pentallian - but then you would say something or do something harsh and those walls of yours would just come up and shut me out again. I guess that is why it’s so hard to believe that you love me, you treated me pretty horribly sometimes and made me feel so insignificant.”
“I was confused too, really. I wanted you close, wanted things between us to deepen, but then I would catch myself and react out of fear, blocking you from me, keeping you at arms length. ‘Just one trip’ I would tell you, trying to convince myself to just get you out of my life, so I’d no longer have to struggle with my feelings. I couldn’t go through with it, though - I wanted you in my life and by my side. And then after being away from you for a year on the Valiant, sitting day after day consumed with fear over whether you were alive or dead, I hoped I could be better for you when you returned, but then you were leaving and I just - “
“Why didn’t you say anything to get me to stay? I might not have, but you could have at least tried. You could have at least…made me feel welcome and wanted.”
“My hearts were shattering and I felt, despite any love I had for you, that perhaps you were better off without me after all, that I had done too much damage to you to deserve the gift of you in my life any longer. I could have begged you to stay…but I felt so unworthy, so ashamed.”
The Doctor began to cry again; this time deep sobs that reddened his face and shook his body, as he seemed to try to hold them back. Martha reached up and caressed his cheek with her thumb, wiping away some of the tears. “I’m so sorry, so very sorry,” he said, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper.
She’d rarely seen him so vulnerable, so laid bare, and it was heartbreaking. In a way, just then, he reminded her of John Smith in his final moments, sobbing for his false life as it all came crashing down. “We can get past this. If you stop pushing me away and stay honest with me, we can start moving forward from all this,” she whispered, trying to soothe him.
She leaned forward, hoping to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head to capture her lips with his own instead. Martha gasped a little in surprise, but let him slowly deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips as he slid his hands into her hair. They kissed languidly and Martha felt little quivers of desire spark through her as she heard his little moans and a soft growl from the back of his throat.
It felt so beautiful and right to finally have him really kissing her and so different than the brief kiss they’d shared on the moon - this one with more of a quiet, almost desperate passion than before. She even honestly felt a bit heady and dazed from it and was thankful she was sitting down, knowing her knees would have weakened if she’d had been standing.
They finally pulled from the kiss, both heavy-lidded and breathless. “Come with me,” he breathed, opening his eyes wide and longingly looking down at her as a smile crossed his lips. “You can bring John, of course. I’d really love to have you both. Just the three of us, traveling the universe.”
Martha looked up at the Doctor’s now-beaming expression. The last thing she wanted to do was break his hearts any more, but she knew she had to be honest with him. “I can’t.”
His face fell. “Why?” he asked weakly, his eyes suddenly sad again.
“I don’t know that I can do that all again, at least right now. I’ve really enjoyed my life lately, with my feet planted on terra firma and building roots there with John and my family and my work. I feel like I’m really making a difference, especially with UNIT. Maybe some day I could do it again, but right now…it just doesn’t feel right.”
“But I thought - “
“That because we’re starting to make amends that I’d go back to traveling with you?”
“Yes,” he whispered, biting his lip as he looked down at her, looking so broken as his eyes began to water again.
“Oh, Doctor,” she sighed, reaching up to stroke his cheek again. “I’m just not ready, not where I’m at in my life. That doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind in the future and that certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t still care about you. It’s just the wrong time, I’m sorry.”
“I could take you back just after we left, no one would know you were ever gone except the three of us and then the two of you could just pick up where you left off - “
“Doctor - “
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay,” he said, his tone resigned.
Martha continued to stroke his cheek, caressing one of his sideburns with her fingernail. “That definitely doesn’t mean you need to be a stranger. I still want you in my life. Just…more on my terms for the moment.”
“Your terms, got it,” he said, a weak smile now on his lips.
“Yes.”
“And are there any other ‘terms’ of yours I should be informed of?” His gaze flicked down at her lips.
“Perhaps. We might just have to play that by ear.”
The Doctor pulled Martha into a tight embrace, just sitting there quietly in one another’s arms. She always enjoyed the act of him holding her, amazed by how him simply wrapping his arms around her often made her feel so inexplicably safe with him.
She noted this was better than it had always been in the past though - he was no longer pulling back away from her quickly and awkwardly, but instead letting himself just be near her and feel what he was feeling for her.
The Doctor gave a contented sigh.
“I hope I’m not interrupting, I was just checking on you two.” They pulled away from each other and turned to see John had entered at the edge of the room. He looked a bit worried his arrival been ill timed.
“No, of course not, come and join us,” Martha said, shifting a bit to lean against the back of the couch as she patted the empty space next to her for him to sit. “Where is your hover chair?”
John sat down next to Martha, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “It’s parked at the moment, it was getting a bit in the way.”
The Doctor leaned around Martha to speak, “So, have you been enjoying yourself? You’ve been gone for a good two hours or so.”
“How did you know the time? I haven’t seen any clocks around, so I think I’ve lost all sense of time,” John asked with a laugh, seemingly surprised he’d been gone so long.
“Eh, it’s one of those things I know,” the Doctor tapped his forehead, “Time Lord and all that. Can be a great party trick in the right circumstances.”
The three of them laughed.
“Anyway, yes, I had a nice time. Spent some time with a lovely woman called Klaris, had some fun there, then had some other fun dallying about here and there, but,” he leaned over to kiss Martha on the forehead, “I couldn’t wait to get back to you.”
Martha blushed. “I should hope so,” she said, turning to kiss him.
She’d meant to just give him a brief peck on the lips, but her lingering arousal from her recent kiss with the Doctor (and, admittedly, her very slight worry over him with Klaris) spurred her on for a deeper, more passionate kiss.
John moaned in surprise.
“Sit on my lap, facing me,” he murmured - almost breathlessly - in her ear after they pulled from the kiss.
“But - “ Martha started, suddenly very aware again of the Doctor’s presence. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What about the Doctor?”
“I’ve got that under control,” John replied, pulling her toward him, so that she straddled his lap.
They both moaned, Martha now feeling his hard length pressed exquisitely between her legs, only the light material of their chitons between them. God, she wanted him so badly.
John then turned to the Doctor, patting the space that Martha had just vacated beside him. “Come here, join us. You are a part of us now,” he offered softly.
Martha looked over at the Doctor and watched him slowly side against the couch until he was side by side with John, his hip pressed against her leg. “Right here?” he asked, his tone full with both surprise and nervousness.
John reached down and took the Doctor’s hand and lifted it to his lips, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. “Yes. Thank you for today, Doctor,” he murmured against his knuckles after a soft kiss, his eyes still on him, “It’s meant so much to me and I can tell it’s meant so much to Martha too. Now I wish to make love to my beautiful lover, to show her how happy I am and how important she is to me, but I also want you here with us.”
“What do you want me to do?” the Doctor asked shyly, his question seemingly directed more at Martha than John.
John laced his fingers with the Doctor’s and looked ahead to Martha. “What do you want, my love?”
“I’m…I’m not sure,” Martha stammered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation. She reached up to stroke a hand through the Doctor’s hair, trailing her fingertips down across his cheek before caressing his lips with her thumb. Oh, he was so beautiful the way he was looking at her - so open and so giving, so much like she’d always dreamed he would regard her. “I want to, but I…”
“Not ready,” the Doctor said quietly, kissing the thumb stroking his lips. “Perhaps, too much, too fast, I should think.”
“Do you want him to leave?” John asked, sweetly.
Martha took in a deep breath, trying to analyze what she was feeling, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotion that was stirring within her. “No, I want him here.”
“Do you want him just to watch?”
Martha bit her lip, a sudden surge of desire rushing through her. “I…I want him to touch me too, but,” she paused, worrying her lip, “Maybe just over my chiton for now.”
“Like this?” John asked, moving the hand he was holding to rest on her breast. Martha groaned at the Doctor’s touch, her body alight with desire for him.
“Yes,” she hissed, feeling herself begin to tremble.
John let go of his hand and left it to cup her breast. Martha purred as the Doctor’s thumb began to softly circle her nipple.
“Lift your chiton up to your hips, Martha,” John commanded. She shuddered - loving when he would get firm and a bit authoritative with her.
She rose up on her knees and began to pull up the fabric as John shifted his own chiton up past his hips. John then pulled her down by the waist so she now trapped his hardness between her thighs. She rocked against him, shifting her hips to slide against the length of him, caressing him with her thighs as he pressed against her sex.
“Do you want me inside you?” John asked with a moan.
“God, yes,” she moaned and then bucked and grabbed tightly onto John’s shoulders when the Doctor pinched her nipple.
John lifted her slightly by the waist and helped her sink down onto his length, letting him fully penetrate her. “Beautiful,” the Doctor whispered, looking down to where their bodies met.
Martha began to ride John, enjoying the touch of one of his hands on her nipple, while the Doctor worked the other one. She knew it wasn’t going to take much for her to come - between the Lysios and the building sexual tension of the day, she felt ready to snap.
Martha gasped as she moved, throwing her head back, and grunting and groaning. It all felt so unbelievably good. She found herself trying to take John in as deeply as she could, desperately wanting him as deep inside her as he could possibly be, deep enough for their souls to just about touch.
She opened her eyes suddenly and looked over at the Doctor. He was looking at her with a delicious longing, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes heavily lidded. She roughly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and drew him toward her for a kiss. It was even more intense than when he’d kissed her earlier, so much more primal and needy as they roughly moved their mouths against one another’s, tongue moving against tongue, and teeth clinking against teeth.
Martha pulled breathless from the kiss, reached down to his hand on her nipple, and shoved it roughly between her legs. “Make me come. I want you to make me come,” she whimpered.
The Doctor shifted up onto his knees beside them, now moving his long fingers against her clit and lightly stroking John as he moved in and out of her. He then reached around her with his other arm to pull on her other nipple, as John slid his hand down to her waist to hold her as he lifted his hips against her harder and faster.
Martha looked down and saw John’s free hand had slid over between the Doctor’s legs and was lightly stroking his cock through his chiton as the Doctor slowly bucked against his ministrations. The Doctor leaned forward and bit Martha on the neck, nibbling her flesh, and the flash of exquisite pain and the vision of her lover’s hand on him proved too much for her as she felt her climax suddenly surge through her.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” she called out, her body spasming against fingertips on her breasts and sex. John moved hard against her, lifting her up with each thrust, riding out her orgasm.
Martha opened her eyes to see the Doctor now passionately kissing John and delighted in the whimpers and moans from the two of them as John still moved against her and the Doctor moved against his hand.
The Doctor soon moved from their kiss to bury his head in John’s neck as his moans became louder and louder until his own orgasm hit him, bucking against John’s hand as his body shook with release.
John followed just after, his fingers gripping tight onto Martha’s waist as his back arched and he spent inside her with a deep guttural growl.
Martha fell against John’s chest, resting her head against his right shoulder, while the Doctor shifted to wrap an arm around her and drew his knees to his chest to curl up beside them. He resting his head on John’s left shoulder and John wrapped a comforting arm around him in return. They lay like that, in a sweaty heap, panting and sighing and just being together for a good hour. Martha knew she’d even nodded off to sleep at some point, but she didn’t think it mattered.
No, she felt too content for it to matter to her and so complete as she was being held by two of the men she loved most in the universe.
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The metallic whir and grinding of the TARDIS engines filled the air as it landed. Doors were opened to the sitting room of John and Martha’s flat and the three of them made their way slowly out into the home, back to the “ordinary life.”
Martha was sure none of them wanted to cry or, especially, for it to end, but they all knew that it had to. The three of them clung together, holding one another, while tears fell down their cheeks and they made promises of visitations and declarations of love and trust.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Martha whispered to the Doctor.
“Yeah, you better not disappear for good, or I’ll come and find you,” John added with a chuckle, wiping tears from his eyes.
Their trip had been an emotionally intense one, but whether the Doctor had planned it or not, the three of them had been drawn together at a much deeper level than any of them anticipated.
“You can’t get rid of me so easily,” the Doctor replied, pulling the couple into another hug. “You’re my family now.”
He then reluctantly pulled from them and made his way into the TARDIS. John wrapped an arm around Martha and held her close as it disappeared from their home.
“He’ll be back,” he whispered, kissing her hair. “Everything is going to okay now.”
FIN
Author: radiantbaby
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Dr. John/Martha, Ten/Martha/Dr. John [Note: Dr. John was a David Tennant character in the “Reproduction” episode of “Love in the 21st Century”]
Word Count: 22,860 total, 6532 in Part Three [in Word]
Genre: Angst, AU, Romance/Fluff, Polyamory, Porn, and a teeny bit of Slash
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post-S3 Doctor Who, Post-S2 Torchwood
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and John on a trip to an alien festival to work on making amends, but they end up getting more than they bargained for. Everyone is a bit more vulnerable than they’d like, but is it what they need to finally work things out between them? Crossover of Doctor Who and “Love in the 21st Century”
Beta: persiflage_1
Disclaimer: All your Doctor Who are belong to us Sadly, I own nothing related to
Doctor Who et al, nor do I own anything related to “Love in the 21st Century” - I am just playing around in their sandbox for a bit of fun.
This story is in three parts and will be posted over the next few days.
Previous stories in this series: Three Words, Doctors, Staring off a Cliff, Martha Jones, Storyteller, Trusting You, and Not With a Bang, But With a Whimper.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the feedback so far! I'm getting ready to leave town until Monday and don't know what my internet situation will be, so I will try to get to any comments I have either over the weekend or once I get home.
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part one | part two | part three
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After they awoke, John and Martha began their day with a long hot bath together in the large palatial tub in their room’s en suite. They both knew that it was going to be a day celebrating sensuality and pleasure, so as they soaked they discussed their hopes and wishes for the day and both expressed how much they wanted to just lose themselves in both the spirit of it all and, by extension, in each other.
Once they lovingly dried each other off - taking time to leisurely and sensuously caress each other’s skin with the ultra-soft fabric of the hotel’s towels - Martha slowly wrapped the fabric of the chiton around John’s body, feeling very much like a sybarite as she worshiped the curves and angles of his form with fingertips and lingering gazes.
She stood on her toes to fasten his chiton at his shoulders with pins, which were admittedly not as extravagant as the ones the Doctor had gifted to her, but still made him look majestic and even a bit divine. Then as she knelt before him, tying the sash around his waist, she pressed her cheek against his thigh, consumed with an irresistible feeling that made her want to revere him like the gods he resembled and, in blind adulation and exaltation, just take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him for hours.
For her, it almost bordered on sacrilegious, but in that moment, Martha didn’t care. His body begged to be worshiped and she wanted to be that devotee.
“The Lysios, do you think they pump it into the air of the hotels as well?” Martha breathed, rubbing her cheek against John’s thigh, enjoying the resultant rise of his cock pressing itself against the fabric just inches from her.
Before they had fallen asleep the night before, as they lay tangled in one another’s arms in the softness of their bed, Martha had talked to John about the Lysios and all the other things Ahren had said about the festival. John had joked that he didn’t have any need for intoxication to lose his inhibitions with her, but he still seemed very willing to go along with the experience and share that breakdown of boundaries with her.
John reached down to caress her hair, moaning as her nose now nuzzled the base of his cock. “Already feeling amorous?” he asked, though his smirk showed that he knew full well she was.
“Maybe a bit,” she said, her voice silky. He trembled in response.
“At this rate, we’ll never leave this room today,” he groaned, very lightly grinding his hips against her.
Then, as if on cue, there was a knock at the door - the door to the Doctor’s room.
John whimpered and sighed in displeasure. “To be continued, I should think.”
Martha jumped up to her feet, covering herself with her hands, as she was still nude, while John made his way across the room toward the door. He looked back, winking and smiling at her. “There’s no need to hide yourself. Once you have your chiton on, nothing will be left to the imagination.”
She blushed and looked down, still keeping an arm across her breasts and her hand over the apex of her thighs. While she was very aroused, thinking of the Doctor seeing her nude suddenly made her self-conscious as well.
What if he decides he no longer loves me after seeing my body? she found herself thinking. John is very forgiving about little things about my body I’m fond of, but will the Doctor be as well?
“Yes?” John said through the door.
“May I come in?” replied the Doctor, the sound of his voice muffled through the wood of the door.
John looked questioningly at Martha and, despite her worries, she nodded affirmatively.
“Of course,” John replied.
They heard an electronic beep and the lock disengage. The door opened slowly and, before the Doctor was even through it, he was already talking. “I was thinking that we could join everyone for the community breakfast. It’s not mandatory, of course, but I think it would be…good…fun…”
His words slowed as his gaze fell on Martha standing naked in the middle of the room. His mouth kept moving just slightly - though sound ceased to come from it - and his eyes were wide in shock.
“We were still getting dressed,” she said shyly.
Martha then found herself averting her own eyes a bit at the sight of the Doctor’s own body, so exposed beneath the thin fabric of his chiton. She’d only rarely seen him in as little (for him) as shirtsleeves and trousers, but had never had any opportunity to see his nearly nude form in such detail.
John walked over to the table, picking up Martha’s chiton from the box. “Would you like to put it on her again? We took the pins off last night so the fabric wouldn’t get too ripped,” he asked the Doctor as he held the items out for him.
The Doctor’s surprised gaze turned to him and he seemed almost frozen to the spot. John slowly approached him, soon standing face to face with him. He held up the chiton and pins, smiling at him.
“I think we’d both like it if you did,” John added softly, but loud enough for Martha to hear.
Martha felt a resultant throb of arousal between her legs and bit her lip, a hint of amusement fluttering through her over John’s attempt at instigating things between the three of them. He’s such a naughty boy, she thought.
The Doctor looked back at her, then back to John, and then down at the clothing in his hands. He still looked completely stunned and for a moment she was worried John had pushed him too far too fast. She was relieved though, when after a moment of what looked like internal deliberation, he took the items from John and slowly walked around him, tentatively making his way toward her.
Martha could feel herself beginning to quiver as he approached, noting that his gaze seemed filled with a delicious mixture of desire and bashfulness.
He stopped before her, a blush now evident on his cheeks. “Spread your arms out for me,” he said in a low voice and then asked, holding up the chiton pins, “Will you hold these?”
Martha took the pins from him and took in a deep breath before spreading her arms. She was fully exposed now - no more demure attempts to cover her body with her arms and hands to hide behind. She smiled as he gasped a little in response, his eyes now roaming over her as if he was taking her whole body in - studying and memorizing it much like he seemed to do with all things that interested him.
She felt herself get even more wet under his intense scrutiny and, while she worried for a moment he might be displeased with what he saw, a quick furtive glance between his legs showed otherwise, as she noticed his hardness beginning to press and push up against the fabric of his chiton.
He looked back up into her eyes, swallowing hard, seemingly embarrassed about letting himself look at her at openly. He unrolled the fabric in his hands, his eyes still on hers as he stepped forward and began to slowly wrap it around her. His fingertips slipped down her sides and belly, smoothing out any creases, and she gave a small smile when she noticed he was trembling the tiniest bit.
“May I have the pins?” he asked, his voice a bit hoarse. Martha handed them to him. “Now will you hold the chiton up for me?”
Martha pinched the fabric at her shoulders between her fingers, enjoying the way he leaned over her to attach the pins and how the two of them gasped as his hard cock brushed against her thigh from his proximity.
She spared a glance at John and smiled at him as she saw him sitting at the table, watching them intently with a look of devotion coupled with desire and a hand tucked between his legs that was ever so lightly stroking himself.
Ever the voyeur, John always said he loved watching other men dote on her and, even more so, pleasure her, leading to many times with him just sitting on a chair by the bed as he would watch people such as Jack make love to her.
She found herself wondering how much he’d like it if he could watch her with the Doctor and her heart raced at the thought. She tried desperately to think of something else - anything else, please - than sleeping with the Doctor.
No, it felt much too soon to even contemplate, to even act on such desires - she still felt far too vulnerable with him to open herself up so much (to let himself inside her, in the emotional sense as well as the physical), no matter how tempting the idea was.
“There you are,” the Doctor said softly, stepping back from her to look at his handiwork now that her chiton was on.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
Despite wanting - needing -- to keep him mostly at arm’s length, her conflicting feelings of wanting so much for him to step closer again instead fought for dominance. Oh, how she wanted to feel his heated breath against her neck again, as it had been when he worked the pins. It was an action so simple, yet so very intimate.
The pins pushing through the fabric had reminded her of the pangs of desire penetrating her senses and she wondered - oh, she wondered - as he’d pushed them through, if that is how he looks (tongue pressed against teeth, mouth ajar) when he pushes himself inside a woman while making love.
John stood up and joined the two of them. “Even more breathtaking than yesterday,” he commented on her ensemble, looking up and down with a lustful smile.
“We should have breakfast,” the Doctor said weakly, still mostly averting his gaze from looking at Martha below her shoulders.
“Yes, we should,” John agreed, but then stepped around Martha to kiss her neck from behind, murmuring in her ear, “Of course there are other things I’d rather eat right now, but I’ll behave.”
The Doctor blushed and looked away, pushing a knuckle against his nose, as he shuffled his feet (which had his Converse on them and admittedly looked a bit comical in contrast to his chiton) nervously. Martha’s breath hitched in sudden embarrassment as she remembered those times he’d said his hearing was more enhanced than human hearing - she knew immediately he’d heard John’s words.
“Should I wear my trainers like you?” John asked the Doctor, oblivious.
“Well,” he started, clearing his throat, “they have sandals for you to wear if you’d like, but I thought I’d just wear my regular shoes. The sandals aren’t mandatory.”
“Great, I think I will go with trainers as well,” John said enthusiastically walking over to grab them and put them on.
Martha frowned down at her heels nearby, her feet still a bit sore from walking in them all the previous day. “I think I’ll go for the sandals myself. Where do I get them?”
“In the lobby. The hotel will provide them for you.”
Once John had his shoes on, he climbed into his hover chair. “Ready when you are.”
They made their way out into the hall, the Doctor and John slipping their keycards into their trainers for storage, as they all went over to the elevator to get downstairs. Martha felt a bit shy at first with how exposed she was and a bit nervous standing around with all the other people who were just as lightly dressed, but she did her best to ignore her insecurities and enjoy the company of the two men at her side.
Once downstairs, Martha retrieved some sandals from the service center in the lobby and decided to take the opportunity to confirm her suspicions of Lysios being pumped into the air of the hotel that morning. “Yes ma’am,” the woman behind the counter said with a bright smile, “We do it in honor of the festival. It’s a rare treat, only the best hotels do it.”
Martha smiled back at her, looking across the room at John and the Doctor chatting as she slipped her sandals on and thanked the woman. No wonder I was feeling such a strong urge to make love to either or both of them, she thought with a smirk.
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After another sensual meal at the community breakfast held outside in the agora, the three of them began to make their way into the Anthionite assembly hall. The tables had been moved in favor of many soft chairs, couches, and even a few beds. There were swatches of fabric hanging from everywhere and it almost looked like a maze of cloth, disguising little nooks for people to speak, presumably for more privacy.
The Doctor took in a deep breath. “Lysios. It’s stronger in here.”
“Did you know they were using it at the hotel as well?” Martha asked, trying to avert her eyes from a couple starting to make love nearby.
“I didn’t know they were going to, but I definitely noticed it upon waking,” the Doctor tapped his nose, “Time Lord senses, remember?”
They made their way through the building, circling around and around again as they spoke with random attendees and did their (Martha, at least) best not to stare too much at the more amorous couples. There were a few fits of laughter that would overtake the three of them - usually over something rather trivial, but difficult to stop once they began - and they obviously couldn’t help but feel the intoxication taking over their senses.
Martha noted it was all very pleasant though, as Ahren had described, and she was happy that she was feeling more and more open without stumbling about like a drunkard.
“Why don’t I leave you two alone?” John offered, after what felt like a few hours of taking things in.
Martha panicked a bit at his suggestion. “But - “ she started.
John leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll just be over there if you need me,” he pointed to a larger area that had what looked like mattresses pushed together and had about eight or so people in varying stages of making love with each other.
He climbed out of his hover chair, pushing it into a nearby corner and locking it down. He then pushed a hand into Martha’s hair, stroking her temple with his thumb. “It’s okay, really. I love you so much. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Right now, I’m just interested in watching. You know how I love to watch,” he whispered with a naughty wink.
Martha glanced at the Doctor, noticing he’d turned away from them and seemed to be looking in the other direction to give them privacy. She stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. “But I’m scared.”
“Of the Doctor or of me meeting that perfect woman that I’ll want to leave you for?” he whispered back.
“Both,” she said weakly with a small frown, slipping from him until she was standing flat again.
“You have absolutely nothing to worry about in either case, especially the second one,” he assured her with a wide smile and then leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. “I love you, Martha,” he breathed as he pulled from their kiss.
“And I love you,” she smiled up at him, still feeling a bit nervous, but decided to be strong in spite of it. “Go, have fun. We’ll catch up with you.”
“I look forward to it and then telling you all about it later,” he winked again and then made his way into the large room.
Martha tapped the Doctor on the shoulder. He turned around and offered her his arm. “Just the two of us now?” he asked.
“Yep, just us.”
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Martha smiled as she curled up on one of the couches with the Doctor - head on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest as he held her to him with his own arm tucked around her. They’d found a nice little alcove with just a couch and no one else around and began to chat. The conversation had started out casual, of course -- more stories about UNIT from her and more stories about travel from him - but as things got more and more personal, they’d slowly moved closer together until they were finally cuddling.
“I never meant to hurt you at Farringham, you know. I was very much, in many ways, not myself at that time,” the Doctor said after a few minutes of them simply sitting together in silence. “To even think that any of my clothing from that time could bring up such pain for you, well, it honestly tears me apart. I am so very sorry.”
Martha blew out a sigh. She’d wanted for so long to speak intimately to the Doctor about their travels, but now that it seemed like a real possibility, she was feeling a tiny bit reticent. Still, any anxieties seemed to only be small inside her, the Lysios empowering her to speak, galvanizing her to finally say all that she’d always wanted to tell him.
“I was so scared,” she started, pausing as she tried to work out what she wanted to say. Aside from the little bits that had come up with John within the past few days, she hadn’t honestly let herself think much about her feelings about the whole thing for a very long time.
The Doctor reached up to lightly stroke her hair. “What scared you, Martha?” he asked her softly, “I want to know. I want to help and to try to understand. I really don’t want this to have damaged our friendship forever. I want it to heal.”
“Well, at first it was that I was so alone. It was hard enough to be completely out of place, out of time, but people treated me so badly. Thankfully, I eventually made friends with Jenny, well, before she…before…” Martha let out a sob, remembering the horrible fate of her dear lost friend.
The Doctor leaned over and kissed her hair offering a whispered apology for her loss. “Anyway, usually when we traveled, you were always around,” she continued. “Sure, you weren’t always perfect company, but as John Smith, you made me feel even more invisible than I already did.”
“You never were invisible to me, Martha. Never,” he whispered.
Martha didn’t feel ready to accept his words, still feeling a bit distrustful of letting herself believe in him, so she continued on. “And then you began to fall in love with Joan - ”
“John Smith, not me.”
“For all intents and purposes, it was you. At least to me, at least at the time,” Martha corrected, trying to not let herself get angry and she focused on the floor, “And then the watch went missing and the Family showed up and nothing I did made you remember who you really were. All I could think was that I would be trapped in 1913 for the rest of my life. There you were, fighting so hard to stay John Smith, yelling such cruel things at me, and I really had started to lose hope that night in the cottage.”
He reached down to pulled her tight against him in a hug. “I’m so sorry. I never meant any of that to happen to you. Not at all,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “My memories of that time are so disjointed and hazy at best, but I know for certain, even as that simple man, that I cared so much about you, as much as I do right now. Like John Smith, though, I’m absolute rubbish at showing it.”
“Why do you do that anyway?”
The Doctor’s breath hitched. “Because I get scared too, Martha.”
“What scares an ancient Lord of Time?”
“Love.”
“Why would love scare you?”
“Because I am - as you said - an ancient Lord of Time, Martha, and the people I meet along the way, well, so many of them only have such very short lives and it seems just as I begin to open myself up to them, they are gone from me, forever. I always thought that it would get better over time, that I would simply become numb to all the loss, but it’s just the opposite, it gets even harder. And then there are people like you - beautiful, brilliant, marvelous, clever you - that come around and I know, I absolutely know that I could love you so deeply, so fiercely, but then my fears rear their head and I push you away,” he stopped, clearing this throat and wiping tears from his cheek, “It feels better that way in the end. No attachments, no heartbreaks.”
“But it doesn’t work like that, it’s not so easy, is it?” Martha asked. She found herself amazed at the glimpse into his psyche and how someone so antediluvian, so powerful, could be so humbled by, so abased by, and so terrified of love.
He sighed. “No, it never is. The thing you push away always seems to be the thing that rules you in the end. And the people you push away most…well, they are usually the ones you are denying yourself the most happiness with.”
“Is that…why you pushed me away, Doctor?”
“Martha,” he said softly, shifting so that he could lift her chin to look up at him. She swallowed as she looked at his cheeks wet with tears and the tender expression in his eyes, “I pushed you away because, no matter how hard I tried not to, I was falling desperately in love with you.”
“I never knew. I was so confused all the time. Sometimes I wondered if you really liked me and you had these moments when you seemed to and we seemed so close - like in New New York when we talked in the alley or after we were on the Pentallian - but then you would say something or do something harsh and those walls of yours would just come up and shut me out again. I guess that is why it’s so hard to believe that you love me, you treated me pretty horribly sometimes and made me feel so insignificant.”
“I was confused too, really. I wanted you close, wanted things between us to deepen, but then I would catch myself and react out of fear, blocking you from me, keeping you at arms length. ‘Just one trip’ I would tell you, trying to convince myself to just get you out of my life, so I’d no longer have to struggle with my feelings. I couldn’t go through with it, though - I wanted you in my life and by my side. And then after being away from you for a year on the Valiant, sitting day after day consumed with fear over whether you were alive or dead, I hoped I could be better for you when you returned, but then you were leaving and I just - “
“Why didn’t you say anything to get me to stay? I might not have, but you could have at least tried. You could have at least…made me feel welcome and wanted.”
“My hearts were shattering and I felt, despite any love I had for you, that perhaps you were better off without me after all, that I had done too much damage to you to deserve the gift of you in my life any longer. I could have begged you to stay…but I felt so unworthy, so ashamed.”
The Doctor began to cry again; this time deep sobs that reddened his face and shook his body, as he seemed to try to hold them back. Martha reached up and caressed his cheek with her thumb, wiping away some of the tears. “I’m so sorry, so very sorry,” he said, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper.
She’d rarely seen him so vulnerable, so laid bare, and it was heartbreaking. In a way, just then, he reminded her of John Smith in his final moments, sobbing for his false life as it all came crashing down. “We can get past this. If you stop pushing me away and stay honest with me, we can start moving forward from all this,” she whispered, trying to soothe him.
She leaned forward, hoping to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head to capture her lips with his own instead. Martha gasped a little in surprise, but let him slowly deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips as he slid his hands into her hair. They kissed languidly and Martha felt little quivers of desire spark through her as she heard his little moans and a soft growl from the back of his throat.
It felt so beautiful and right to finally have him really kissing her and so different than the brief kiss they’d shared on the moon - this one with more of a quiet, almost desperate passion than before. She even honestly felt a bit heady and dazed from it and was thankful she was sitting down, knowing her knees would have weakened if she’d had been standing.
They finally pulled from the kiss, both heavy-lidded and breathless. “Come with me,” he breathed, opening his eyes wide and longingly looking down at her as a smile crossed his lips. “You can bring John, of course. I’d really love to have you both. Just the three of us, traveling the universe.”
Martha looked up at the Doctor’s now-beaming expression. The last thing she wanted to do was break his hearts any more, but she knew she had to be honest with him. “I can’t.”
His face fell. “Why?” he asked weakly, his eyes suddenly sad again.
“I don’t know that I can do that all again, at least right now. I’ve really enjoyed my life lately, with my feet planted on terra firma and building roots there with John and my family and my work. I feel like I’m really making a difference, especially with UNIT. Maybe some day I could do it again, but right now…it just doesn’t feel right.”
“But I thought - “
“That because we’re starting to make amends that I’d go back to traveling with you?”
“Yes,” he whispered, biting his lip as he looked down at her, looking so broken as his eyes began to water again.
“Oh, Doctor,” she sighed, reaching up to stroke his cheek again. “I’m just not ready, not where I’m at in my life. That doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind in the future and that certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t still care about you. It’s just the wrong time, I’m sorry.”
“I could take you back just after we left, no one would know you were ever gone except the three of us and then the two of you could just pick up where you left off - “
“Doctor - “
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay,” he said, his tone resigned.
Martha continued to stroke his cheek, caressing one of his sideburns with her fingernail. “That definitely doesn’t mean you need to be a stranger. I still want you in my life. Just…more on my terms for the moment.”
“Your terms, got it,” he said, a weak smile now on his lips.
“Yes.”
“And are there any other ‘terms’ of yours I should be informed of?” His gaze flicked down at her lips.
“Perhaps. We might just have to play that by ear.”
The Doctor pulled Martha into a tight embrace, just sitting there quietly in one another’s arms. She always enjoyed the act of him holding her, amazed by how him simply wrapping his arms around her often made her feel so inexplicably safe with him.
She noted this was better than it had always been in the past though - he was no longer pulling back away from her quickly and awkwardly, but instead letting himself just be near her and feel what he was feeling for her.
The Doctor gave a contented sigh.
“I hope I’m not interrupting, I was just checking on you two.” They pulled away from each other and turned to see John had entered at the edge of the room. He looked a bit worried his arrival been ill timed.
“No, of course not, come and join us,” Martha said, shifting a bit to lean against the back of the couch as she patted the empty space next to her for him to sit. “Where is your hover chair?”
John sat down next to Martha, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “It’s parked at the moment, it was getting a bit in the way.”
The Doctor leaned around Martha to speak, “So, have you been enjoying yourself? You’ve been gone for a good two hours or so.”
“How did you know the time? I haven’t seen any clocks around, so I think I’ve lost all sense of time,” John asked with a laugh, seemingly surprised he’d been gone so long.
“Eh, it’s one of those things I know,” the Doctor tapped his forehead, “Time Lord and all that. Can be a great party trick in the right circumstances.”
The three of them laughed.
“Anyway, yes, I had a nice time. Spent some time with a lovely woman called Klaris, had some fun there, then had some other fun dallying about here and there, but,” he leaned over to kiss Martha on the forehead, “I couldn’t wait to get back to you.”
Martha blushed. “I should hope so,” she said, turning to kiss him.
She’d meant to just give him a brief peck on the lips, but her lingering arousal from her recent kiss with the Doctor (and, admittedly, her very slight worry over him with Klaris) spurred her on for a deeper, more passionate kiss.
John moaned in surprise.
“Sit on my lap, facing me,” he murmured - almost breathlessly - in her ear after they pulled from the kiss.
“But - “ Martha started, suddenly very aware again of the Doctor’s presence. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What about the Doctor?”
“I’ve got that under control,” John replied, pulling her toward him, so that she straddled his lap.
They both moaned, Martha now feeling his hard length pressed exquisitely between her legs, only the light material of their chitons between them. God, she wanted him so badly.
John then turned to the Doctor, patting the space that Martha had just vacated beside him. “Come here, join us. You are a part of us now,” he offered softly.
Martha looked over at the Doctor and watched him slowly side against the couch until he was side by side with John, his hip pressed against her leg. “Right here?” he asked, his tone full with both surprise and nervousness.
John reached down and took the Doctor’s hand and lifted it to his lips, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. “Yes. Thank you for today, Doctor,” he murmured against his knuckles after a soft kiss, his eyes still on him, “It’s meant so much to me and I can tell it’s meant so much to Martha too. Now I wish to make love to my beautiful lover, to show her how happy I am and how important she is to me, but I also want you here with us.”
“What do you want me to do?” the Doctor asked shyly, his question seemingly directed more at Martha than John.
John laced his fingers with the Doctor’s and looked ahead to Martha. “What do you want, my love?”
“I’m…I’m not sure,” Martha stammered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation. She reached up to stroke a hand through the Doctor’s hair, trailing her fingertips down across his cheek before caressing his lips with her thumb. Oh, he was so beautiful the way he was looking at her - so open and so giving, so much like she’d always dreamed he would regard her. “I want to, but I…”
“Not ready,” the Doctor said quietly, kissing the thumb stroking his lips. “Perhaps, too much, too fast, I should think.”
“Do you want him to leave?” John asked, sweetly.
Martha took in a deep breath, trying to analyze what she was feeling, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotion that was stirring within her. “No, I want him here.”
“Do you want him just to watch?”
Martha bit her lip, a sudden surge of desire rushing through her. “I…I want him to touch me too, but,” she paused, worrying her lip, “Maybe just over my chiton for now.”
“Like this?” John asked, moving the hand he was holding to rest on her breast. Martha groaned at the Doctor’s touch, her body alight with desire for him.
“Yes,” she hissed, feeling herself begin to tremble.
John let go of his hand and left it to cup her breast. Martha purred as the Doctor’s thumb began to softly circle her nipple.
“Lift your chiton up to your hips, Martha,” John commanded. She shuddered - loving when he would get firm and a bit authoritative with her.
She rose up on her knees and began to pull up the fabric as John shifted his own chiton up past his hips. John then pulled her down by the waist so she now trapped his hardness between her thighs. She rocked against him, shifting her hips to slide against the length of him, caressing him with her thighs as he pressed against her sex.
“Do you want me inside you?” John asked with a moan.
“God, yes,” she moaned and then bucked and grabbed tightly onto John’s shoulders when the Doctor pinched her nipple.
John lifted her slightly by the waist and helped her sink down onto his length, letting him fully penetrate her. “Beautiful,” the Doctor whispered, looking down to where their bodies met.
Martha began to ride John, enjoying the touch of one of his hands on her nipple, while the Doctor worked the other one. She knew it wasn’t going to take much for her to come - between the Lysios and the building sexual tension of the day, she felt ready to snap.
Martha gasped as she moved, throwing her head back, and grunting and groaning. It all felt so unbelievably good. She found herself trying to take John in as deeply as she could, desperately wanting him as deep inside her as he could possibly be, deep enough for their souls to just about touch.
She opened her eyes suddenly and looked over at the Doctor. He was looking at her with a delicious longing, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes heavily lidded. She roughly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and drew him toward her for a kiss. It was even more intense than when he’d kissed her earlier, so much more primal and needy as they roughly moved their mouths against one another’s, tongue moving against tongue, and teeth clinking against teeth.
Martha pulled breathless from the kiss, reached down to his hand on her nipple, and shoved it roughly between her legs. “Make me come. I want you to make me come,” she whimpered.
The Doctor shifted up onto his knees beside them, now moving his long fingers against her clit and lightly stroking John as he moved in and out of her. He then reached around her with his other arm to pull on her other nipple, as John slid his hand down to her waist to hold her as he lifted his hips against her harder and faster.
Martha looked down and saw John’s free hand had slid over between the Doctor’s legs and was lightly stroking his cock through his chiton as the Doctor slowly bucked against his ministrations. The Doctor leaned forward and bit Martha on the neck, nibbling her flesh, and the flash of exquisite pain and the vision of her lover’s hand on him proved too much for her as she felt her climax suddenly surge through her.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” she called out, her body spasming against fingertips on her breasts and sex. John moved hard against her, lifting her up with each thrust, riding out her orgasm.
Martha opened her eyes to see the Doctor now passionately kissing John and delighted in the whimpers and moans from the two of them as John still moved against her and the Doctor moved against his hand.
The Doctor soon moved from their kiss to bury his head in John’s neck as his moans became louder and louder until his own orgasm hit him, bucking against John’s hand as his body shook with release.
John followed just after, his fingers gripping tight onto Martha’s waist as his back arched and he spent inside her with a deep guttural growl.
Martha fell against John’s chest, resting her head against his right shoulder, while the Doctor shifted to wrap an arm around her and drew his knees to his chest to curl up beside them. He resting his head on John’s left shoulder and John wrapped a comforting arm around him in return. They lay like that, in a sweaty heap, panting and sighing and just being together for a good hour. Martha knew she’d even nodded off to sleep at some point, but she didn’t think it mattered.
No, she felt too content for it to matter to her and so complete as she was being held by two of the men she loved most in the universe.
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The metallic whir and grinding of the TARDIS engines filled the air as it landed. Doors were opened to the sitting room of John and Martha’s flat and the three of them made their way slowly out into the home, back to the “ordinary life.”
Martha was sure none of them wanted to cry or, especially, for it to end, but they all knew that it had to. The three of them clung together, holding one another, while tears fell down their cheeks and they made promises of visitations and declarations of love and trust.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Martha whispered to the Doctor.
“Yeah, you better not disappear for good, or I’ll come and find you,” John added with a chuckle, wiping tears from his eyes.
Their trip had been an emotionally intense one, but whether the Doctor had planned it or not, the three of them had been drawn together at a much deeper level than any of them anticipated.
“You can’t get rid of me so easily,” the Doctor replied, pulling the couple into another hug. “You’re my family now.”
He then reluctantly pulled from them and made his way into the TARDIS. John wrapped an arm around Martha and held her close as it disappeared from their home.
“He’ll be back,” he whispered, kissing her hair. “Everything is going to okay now.”
FIN