Papercuts Not Withstanding
Title: Papercuts Not Withstanding
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten/Donna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None - AU Season 4
Summary: Martha, the Doctor and Donna enjoy some free time together.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: I wasn't planning to write this fic, but then the Bunny!Muses decided to hijack my brain so um, I did… Blame those cheeky carrot munchers, not me ! It's set at an unspecified time after S4.04 and assumes Martha's travelling full time with Ten and Donna. It's angst and pr0n again - but at least it's happy!pr0n this time...
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Martha couldn't help moaning as the Doctor pushed deeper inside her and Donna's tongue battled with hers. She really hadn't expected to end up in a threesome - and certainly not with these two.
Two hours ago
The Doctor stood in the doorway of the TARDIS' pool room: Martha and Donna were already settled on their towels on the artificial grass alongside the pool. Donna was wearing a navy one-piece swimming costume and a pair of sunglasses as she read a magazine: she looked, he thought, quite magnificent.
But it was Martha who took his breath away: she was wearing a deep gold bikini that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin as she lay on her stomach, her chin resting on her hands as she read a large, heavy book; he suspected it was one of the many books on alien biology that she'd been working her way through in the TARDIS library. Her complete absorption in the book was typical of the young doctor; since she'd joined the Doctor and Donna in their travels six months ago (Earth time), she'd thrown herself into her self-imposed studies as if her life depended on it - which he supposed it probably did. She'd been devastated by her fiancé's death out in Africa, and the Doctor had feared it would break her as that Year under the Master's rule had not. Fortunately she and Donna had bonded over the loss of their respective fiancés (Donna had cared for Lance, even if he had been using her to further the Empress of the Racnoss' scheme), and the Doctor had realised, once again, that Donna had a real knack for getting on with people of all kinds, just as Martha did.
He watched as Martha reached out for the notepad she'd brought with her and then she glanced up and saw him in the doorway.
"Are you joining us, or are you just going to stand there, propping up the door frame?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.
Donna looked up and he couldn't help a small smirk settling on his face when her mouth dropped open in shock.
"God and to think I thought them suits were glued to you!" She pulled her sunglasses down her nose, the better to take in the sight of the skinny Time Lord in a pale blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts the same colour; a pair of sturdy sandals completed his attire.
"I keep forgetting you've never seen him in anything but those suits," Martha commented, grinning in amusement as the Doctor walked across to join them, a faint flush of embarrassment colouring his face now as they both gazed at him appraisingly.
"Why, what else have you seen him in? Or shouldn't I ask?" Donna's eyebrows rose in comic consternation.
"Well the first day I met him, he was in striped pyjamas," Martha said as he settled himself next to her. "I'm pretty sure the TARDIS can supply you with a towel too, mister," she added even as she shuffled sideways to give him more room.
"I'm just being companionable," he protested, "unlike some people." He nodded meaningfully at her book, noting he'd been right about it being yet another one about Xenobiology. "I thought we'd agreed we'd all earned some proper R&R?"
Martha shrugged one shoulder, looking slightly defensive. "I was just trying to finish this chapter," she said.
The Time Lord reached out and sandwiched her notebook between the pages of the heavy volume, then pushed it aside. "It's not going anywhere, so finish it later," he said gently.
"Listen to the Doctor," Donna said, equally as gently. "All you do lately, when we're not running for our lives, saving worlds or causing revolutions, is study." She nudged Martha's shoulder with her own. "Time you remembered how to have some fun, young lady." She gave the Time Lord a quick nod over Martha's head and the next moment, the young doctor found herself being tickled by them both until she was quite breathless with laughter.
"Oi!" she exclaimed when she finally did get her breath back. "That was so unfair!" She pretended to glare at her two friends. "I'll get you both back for that."
"You can try," the Doctor said cheerfully, grinning widely. "I'm going for a swim, you two coming?"
"Not just yet," Donna answered, picking up her gossip magazine again.
The Time Lord stood up and held out his hand to Martha, who grinned up at him. "Why not?" she answered. "You two have totally ruined my concentration now."
"Good." He tugged her up, then dragged her over to the pool and jumped in, pulling her in with him.
She shrieked before she went under and when she came back up, her hair plastered to her face, she glowered at the Doctor. "You're for it now, mister," she informed him, before diving at him and knocking him off his feet.
Donna lowered her magazine to watch in amusement as the pair in the pool became engaged in a furious water battle, which Martha was clearly winning; she laughed, as the Doctor let out a yell before disappearing beneath the water again: Martha knew all about sneaky and wasn't afraid to use the skills she'd learnt walking the Earth. The redhead was pleased to see the two of them having fun, especially the young doctor. She'd been surprised by how fond she'd grown of the younger woman, after initially feeling intimidated by Martha's role with UNIT, and she'd quickly seen that the Time Lord's assessment of the young doctor as 'brilliant' was fully justified. Donna had been relieved to discover that Martha didn't make her feel stupid, though; on the contrary, she'd cheerfully spend time explaining whatever the older woman wanted to know, and with far less technobabble than the Doctor used.
The pair in the pool climbed the steps and approached her.
"Feeling better?" Donna asked, amused by their bedraggled appearance.
Martha grinned hugely as she picked up her towel. "Yes. He conceded."
The Doctor was grinning too. "She had me beaten," he agreed. "You alright?" he added, noticing the way Donna was staring at them both.
"Um yeah, yeah." She shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how few clothes they were all wearing, and how good Martha looked; even the Time Lord didn't look unattractive with his wet t-shirt and shorts plastered to his lean body.
The Time Lord quirked an eyebrow, his head tilting to one side as he gave her a contemplative look. "Increased heart rate, increased respiration." He paused and inhaled deeply. "Oh yes, and increased pheromones."
"What?" yelped Donna in dismay.
The Doctor gave her a positively wicked grin. "I'd say our Super Temp is turned on, wouldn't you Doctor Jones?"
"It certainly appears that way, Mr Smith," Martha agreed, giving Donna a wicked grin of her own. "The question is, which one of us is she aroused by?"
"Well I'm a - what was it? Oh yes, 'a long streak of alien nothing', so it must be you," the Doctor said.
"Will you two shut up!" Donna shouted, embarrassed and irritated by their teasing.
Martha dropped her wet towel onto the grass and knelt down beside the redhead, placing her left hand on Donna's left knee. "Is he right?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "Is it me? Or did you change your mind about him?"
She jerked her head towards the Time Lord, who'd now also abandoned his wet towel and was kneeling on Donna's other side.
"Both of you," the older woman mumbled, eyes closed as she made this admission.
"Well now, that is interesting," the Doctor said softly, grinning at them both.
Martha leaned forward and brushed a kiss across Donna's lips, and the redhead's eyes flew open.
"I've never been with a woman before," she whispered hoarsely.
The young doctor gave her a smile. "Neither have I," she answered, "but there's a first time for everything." She kissed Donna again. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
The Doctor spoke up, sliding a hand up her leg from her ankle to her knee as he smiled at her. "Martha's right, we'll only do this if everyone's comfortable with doing it." His long fingers stroked the back of her right knee and Donna whimpered. "OK?"
"Yes," the redhead moaned as Martha leaned in for another kiss.
A few moments later, both women were naked and Donna found herself kissing Martha frantically as the young doctor straddled her body; she gasped as Martha slid her fingers into her heat and began to tease her.
The Doctor stood up and pulled off his wet t-shirt, feeling himself hardening as he watched his two companions kissing and grinding their bodies against each other. He carefully pulled off his shorts, then moved to kneel behind Martha, clasping her hips.
"OK?" he asked.
"Yes!" the young woman gasped before Donna captured her mouth again.
He carefully eased his hard length into Martha, gasping a little as her heat engulfed him. He heard her moan as he paused once he was fully sheathed; she was both hotter and tighter than he'd expected, and he was determined not to lose control just yet. He wanted them all to enjoy this, but especially Martha, after what he'd put her through the last time she'd travelled with him, and what she'd been through since then.
"Doctor?" Martha sounded breathless again.
"Yes?"
"Fuck me, please?"
Donna looked at him over the younger woman's head. "Better do as the lady asks," she said, then gave him a cheeky grin. "Just mind you don't give her any papercuts."
He gave her a warning look even as Martha began to giggle. "Not exactly the most erotic or romantic remark you've ever made," the Time Lord said, somewhat caustically.
"But very Donna," Martha said before ducking her head to kiss the older woman again, driving her fingers faster and deeper, which was quite an effective way to stop her talking, the Doctor decided as the redhead moaned and gasped in pleasure.
She came first, swiftly followed by the Doctor and Martha in unison; afterwards they lay catching their breath, Martha in the middle as the other two stroked her body.
"OK?" the Doctor asked her softly.
She nodded and he repeated his question to Donna.
"Yeah. I enjoyed that, we'll have to do it again." She grinned at them both, then turned onto her side and a few minutes later she was asleep.
Martha stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle her laughter and the Doctor shushed her. He pulled her closer and spoke quietly in her ear, his breath tickling her cheek. "What's so funny?"
"It's usually blokes that go straight to sleep after sex," she answered, grinning at him.
"Trust Donna to break a stereotype," the Time Lord said, grinning back at her as she shifted to drape herself across his body.
"Exactly," Martha murmured. She lifted her head from his shoulder. "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked in surprise.
"For today, and for everything really." She blinked back tears and he brushed a kiss across her forehead. "I think I'd have gone mad if I'd stayed at home after losing Tom."
He tightened his arms across her back. "You're very welcome Martha Jones," he told her. "I'm glad I could help." He kissed her properly, then let her put her head back down on his shoulder. He stroked gentle hands up and down her back until she fell asleep as well. "Very glad," he said softly, even though she couldn't hear him.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten/Donna
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None - AU Season 4
Summary: Martha, the Doctor and Donna enjoy some free time together.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: I wasn't planning to write this fic, but then the Bunny!Muses decided to hijack my brain so um, I did… Blame those cheeky carrot munchers, not me ! It's set at an unspecified time after S4.04 and assumes Martha's travelling full time with Ten and Donna. It's angst and pr0n again - but at least it's happy!pr0n this time...
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Martha couldn't help moaning as the Doctor pushed deeper inside her and Donna's tongue battled with hers. She really hadn't expected to end up in a threesome - and certainly not with these two.
Two hours ago
The Doctor stood in the doorway of the TARDIS' pool room: Martha and Donna were already settled on their towels on the artificial grass alongside the pool. Donna was wearing a navy one-piece swimming costume and a pair of sunglasses as she read a magazine: she looked, he thought, quite magnificent.
But it was Martha who took his breath away: she was wearing a deep gold bikini that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin as she lay on her stomach, her chin resting on her hands as she read a large, heavy book; he suspected it was one of the many books on alien biology that she'd been working her way through in the TARDIS library. Her complete absorption in the book was typical of the young doctor; since she'd joined the Doctor and Donna in their travels six months ago (Earth time), she'd thrown herself into her self-imposed studies as if her life depended on it - which he supposed it probably did. She'd been devastated by her fiancé's death out in Africa, and the Doctor had feared it would break her as that Year under the Master's rule had not. Fortunately she and Donna had bonded over the loss of their respective fiancés (Donna had cared for Lance, even if he had been using her to further the Empress of the Racnoss' scheme), and the Doctor had realised, once again, that Donna had a real knack for getting on with people of all kinds, just as Martha did.
He watched as Martha reached out for the notepad she'd brought with her and then she glanced up and saw him in the doorway.
"Are you joining us, or are you just going to stand there, propping up the door frame?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.
Donna looked up and he couldn't help a small smirk settling on his face when her mouth dropped open in shock.
"God and to think I thought them suits were glued to you!" She pulled her sunglasses down her nose, the better to take in the sight of the skinny Time Lord in a pale blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts the same colour; a pair of sturdy sandals completed his attire.
"I keep forgetting you've never seen him in anything but those suits," Martha commented, grinning in amusement as the Doctor walked across to join them, a faint flush of embarrassment colouring his face now as they both gazed at him appraisingly.
"Why, what else have you seen him in? Or shouldn't I ask?" Donna's eyebrows rose in comic consternation.
"Well the first day I met him, he was in striped pyjamas," Martha said as he settled himself next to her. "I'm pretty sure the TARDIS can supply you with a towel too, mister," she added even as she shuffled sideways to give him more room.
"I'm just being companionable," he protested, "unlike some people." He nodded meaningfully at her book, noting he'd been right about it being yet another one about Xenobiology. "I thought we'd agreed we'd all earned some proper R&R?"
Martha shrugged one shoulder, looking slightly defensive. "I was just trying to finish this chapter," she said.
The Time Lord reached out and sandwiched her notebook between the pages of the heavy volume, then pushed it aside. "It's not going anywhere, so finish it later," he said gently.
"Listen to the Doctor," Donna said, equally as gently. "All you do lately, when we're not running for our lives, saving worlds or causing revolutions, is study." She nudged Martha's shoulder with her own. "Time you remembered how to have some fun, young lady." She gave the Time Lord a quick nod over Martha's head and the next moment, the young doctor found herself being tickled by them both until she was quite breathless with laughter.
"Oi!" she exclaimed when she finally did get her breath back. "That was so unfair!" She pretended to glare at her two friends. "I'll get you both back for that."
"You can try," the Doctor said cheerfully, grinning widely. "I'm going for a swim, you two coming?"
"Not just yet," Donna answered, picking up her gossip magazine again.
The Time Lord stood up and held out his hand to Martha, who grinned up at him. "Why not?" she answered. "You two have totally ruined my concentration now."
"Good." He tugged her up, then dragged her over to the pool and jumped in, pulling her in with him.
She shrieked before she went under and when she came back up, her hair plastered to her face, she glowered at the Doctor. "You're for it now, mister," she informed him, before diving at him and knocking him off his feet.
Donna lowered her magazine to watch in amusement as the pair in the pool became engaged in a furious water battle, which Martha was clearly winning; she laughed, as the Doctor let out a yell before disappearing beneath the water again: Martha knew all about sneaky and wasn't afraid to use the skills she'd learnt walking the Earth. The redhead was pleased to see the two of them having fun, especially the young doctor. She'd been surprised by how fond she'd grown of the younger woman, after initially feeling intimidated by Martha's role with UNIT, and she'd quickly seen that the Time Lord's assessment of the young doctor as 'brilliant' was fully justified. Donna had been relieved to discover that Martha didn't make her feel stupid, though; on the contrary, she'd cheerfully spend time explaining whatever the older woman wanted to know, and with far less technobabble than the Doctor used.
The pair in the pool climbed the steps and approached her.
"Feeling better?" Donna asked, amused by their bedraggled appearance.
Martha grinned hugely as she picked up her towel. "Yes. He conceded."
The Doctor was grinning too. "She had me beaten," he agreed. "You alright?" he added, noticing the way Donna was staring at them both.
"Um yeah, yeah." She shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how few clothes they were all wearing, and how good Martha looked; even the Time Lord didn't look unattractive with his wet t-shirt and shorts plastered to his lean body.
The Time Lord quirked an eyebrow, his head tilting to one side as he gave her a contemplative look. "Increased heart rate, increased respiration." He paused and inhaled deeply. "Oh yes, and increased pheromones."
"What?" yelped Donna in dismay.
The Doctor gave her a positively wicked grin. "I'd say our Super Temp is turned on, wouldn't you Doctor Jones?"
"It certainly appears that way, Mr Smith," Martha agreed, giving Donna a wicked grin of her own. "The question is, which one of us is she aroused by?"
"Well I'm a - what was it? Oh yes, 'a long streak of alien nothing', so it must be you," the Doctor said.
"Will you two shut up!" Donna shouted, embarrassed and irritated by their teasing.
Martha dropped her wet towel onto the grass and knelt down beside the redhead, placing her left hand on Donna's left knee. "Is he right?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. "Is it me? Or did you change your mind about him?"
She jerked her head towards the Time Lord, who'd now also abandoned his wet towel and was kneeling on Donna's other side.
"Both of you," the older woman mumbled, eyes closed as she made this admission.
"Well now, that is interesting," the Doctor said softly, grinning at them both.
Martha leaned forward and brushed a kiss across Donna's lips, and the redhead's eyes flew open.
"I've never been with a woman before," she whispered hoarsely.
The young doctor gave her a smile. "Neither have I," she answered, "but there's a first time for everything." She kissed Donna again. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
The Doctor spoke up, sliding a hand up her leg from her ankle to her knee as he smiled at her. "Martha's right, we'll only do this if everyone's comfortable with doing it." His long fingers stroked the back of her right knee and Donna whimpered. "OK?"
"Yes," the redhead moaned as Martha leaned in for another kiss.
A few moments later, both women were naked and Donna found herself kissing Martha frantically as the young doctor straddled her body; she gasped as Martha slid her fingers into her heat and began to tease her.
The Doctor stood up and pulled off his wet t-shirt, feeling himself hardening as he watched his two companions kissing and grinding their bodies against each other. He carefully pulled off his shorts, then moved to kneel behind Martha, clasping her hips.
"OK?" he asked.
"Yes!" the young woman gasped before Donna captured her mouth again.
He carefully eased his hard length into Martha, gasping a little as her heat engulfed him. He heard her moan as he paused once he was fully sheathed; she was both hotter and tighter than he'd expected, and he was determined not to lose control just yet. He wanted them all to enjoy this, but especially Martha, after what he'd put her through the last time she'd travelled with him, and what she'd been through since then.
"Doctor?" Martha sounded breathless again.
"Yes?"
"Fuck me, please?"
Donna looked at him over the younger woman's head. "Better do as the lady asks," she said, then gave him a cheeky grin. "Just mind you don't give her any papercuts."
He gave her a warning look even as Martha began to giggle. "Not exactly the most erotic or romantic remark you've ever made," the Time Lord said, somewhat caustically.
"But very Donna," Martha said before ducking her head to kiss the older woman again, driving her fingers faster and deeper, which was quite an effective way to stop her talking, the Doctor decided as the redhead moaned and gasped in pleasure.
She came first, swiftly followed by the Doctor and Martha in unison; afterwards they lay catching their breath, Martha in the middle as the other two stroked her body.
"OK?" the Doctor asked her softly.
She nodded and he repeated his question to Donna.
"Yeah. I enjoyed that, we'll have to do it again." She grinned at them both, then turned onto her side and a few minutes later she was asleep.
Martha stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle her laughter and the Doctor shushed her. He pulled her closer and spoke quietly in her ear, his breath tickling her cheek. "What's so funny?"
"It's usually blokes that go straight to sleep after sex," she answered, grinning at him.
"Trust Donna to break a stereotype," the Time Lord said, grinning back at her as she shifted to drape herself across his body.
"Exactly," Martha murmured. She lifted her head from his shoulder. "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked in surprise.
"For today, and for everything really." She blinked back tears and he brushed a kiss across her forehead. "I think I'd have gone mad if I'd stayed at home after losing Tom."
He tightened his arms across her back. "You're very welcome Martha Jones," he told her. "I'm glad I could help." He kissed her properly, then let her put her head back down on his shoulder. He stroked gentle hands up and down her back until she fell asleep as well. "Very glad," he said softly, even though she couldn't hear him.