You Fill Up My Senses - 1969 (3/4)
Title: You Fill Up My Senses - 1969 (3/4)
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Girl in the Fireplace if you squint.
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha out for the evening.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: This is the third of four stories set in 1969. The first two are So Beautiful and Connecting. The title for this story comes from John Denver's "Annie's Song":
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
~~~~~~
"I need to get back to work," Martha said after a while.
"I know."
"Which will require both of us moving," she pointed out.
The Doctor sighed, a proper martyred sigh, as if she had no business making him move, then he caught her eye and grinned. She grinned back, then shoved at his shoulder affectionately.
"Come on, mister, unless you want me to be fired on the same day I was offered a payrise and a bonus?"
That got him moving; he was on his feet and helping her up in seconds. He pulled her close, giving her a lingering kiss, then started as he felt her hands on him. "I think you'd better tuck this back away unless you want to get arrested for indecent exposure," she murmured.
He flushed. "Not really." He manoeuvred himself and his clothing until he was decent again. "What about you, Mrs Smith? You definitely have a 'just shagged' look about you." There was a teasing light in his eyes.
Martha looked at her watch. "And I don't have to time go back home," she moaned as she unpinned her hair and shook it loose.
"Luckily for you, I'm here," the Doctor said and pulling his Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket, he aimed it at her and the wrinkles dropped from her clothes.
"Wow! Instant ironing. Thank you."
"You're welcome." He swiftly packed up their picnic things, then offered her his arm, which she accepted.
They set off for the shop at a brisk pace and arrived back with a good five minutes to spare. Martha was surprised when the Doctor led her into the shop by the front entrance, instead of the staff one, and even more surprised when he gave her a lengthy goodbye kiss in front of the customers and staff. "See you later," he murmured, then he was gone and Mrs Russell was bearing down on her like an angry bull.
"Mrs Smith!" she hissed, somehow managing to convey her dismay and distaste for such a public display of affection in just two words.
"Mrs Russell?" Martha turned a dazzling smile on her boss and waited.
The older woman became aware of the dozens of potentially listening ears in their vicinity and swallowed her ire. "To your position, please."
Martha smiled again, then sauntered away to the jewellery counter where Jan was grinning from ear to ear.
"Nice lunch?" she asked with a faux innocent air.
"Yes thank you," Martha answered demurely, suppressing a grin that was easily as wide as Jan's.
After work that afternoon Martha made her way home with a light heart. She let herself into the flat, then stopped in surprise. The little hall table was gleaming with polish and a vase of daffodils took pride of place. She inhaled slowly and smelt freshly baked bread in addition to the polish. Puzzled, she shut the door and placed her keys on the table next to the Doctor's.
She put her head into the kitchenette. Everything there was spotlessly clean and tidy with the newly baked bread under a cover in the centre of the table. The sitting room was also spotlessly clean and the timey-wimey device, which looked like a demented transistor radio with a phone receiver attached, was in the middle of the table. That made three tables with nice things on them - this was getting intriguing.
The bathroom proved to be equally as spotless as the rest of the flat. Martha opened the bedroom door with a sense of curiosity and found the Doctor sprawled in sleep across the bed, two carrier bags from her own shop sitting next to the pillows. The bedroom was also spotlessly clean.
She moved into the room and although she was intrigued by the carrier bags, she wanted to make sure the Doctor was OK first. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and his long limbs were spread across the bed as if he'd literally crashed onto it and into sleep. She noted the relaxed look on his face and thought how gorgeous it made him look, then she bent and gently kissed his forehead. He opened his eyes immediately.
"Sorry, didn't meant to wake you," she said quietly.
"You can wake me any time," he answered, a mischievous smile appearing. "Good evening Mrs Smith." His arms snaked around her neck.
"Good evening. You appear to have had a busy day."
"I did," he agreed, pulling her down beside him on the bed as he sat up. She sat down and tried not to shiver when he ran a cool hand up her back under her blouse.
"What's in the bags?"
"If you open them, you'll find out," he answered with impeccable logic.
"I hope you haven't been spending my bonus before I've got it?" she teased.
"Nope." He nudged her shoulder with his. "Go on, have a look."
She reached across and picked up the bags, noting that one was heavier than the other. She opened the heavy one first and found a pair of shoes inside: powder blue with a slight heel. She glanced at the Doctor before pulling them from the bag; he was watching her with a fond look. She turned the shoes over and saw that they were her size.
"Very nice, thank you," she said, putting them down on top of the now empty bag. She opened the second, lighter bag and saw material of the same colour blue as the shoes. She reached in and pulled out a dress, dotted with tiny yellow stars. She checked the label and found that it, like the shoes, was her size.
"I'm definitely impressed," she said. "Thank you."
"You deserve it, for supporting me."
"So if you didn't spend my bonus, where did the money come from?"
"Do you know what today is?" he asked.
"Besides Saturday? No idea."
"It's Grand National Day."
Martha looked at him, comprehension dawning. "You bet on the winner?"
He nodded, grinning. "Not just the winner, either. I bet on the first three and won enough to treat you."
"Is that ethical?" she asked with a frown.
"I didn't win a huge amount," the Doctor pointed out quickly.
"OK." She didn't want to hurt his feelings by appearing ungrateful, and besides, the dress was nice. "So now I have a new dress and shoes, do I have a reason to wear them?"
"You do. We're going out later for dinner and dancing."
"Later?" Martha asked.
"A couple of hours."
"Good, that means I have time to thank you properly."
The Doctor's eyebrows went up in puzzlement until she reached down and stroked a hand over his crotch. "Oh, that kind of thank you," he said with a grin.
"That OK?" she asked as she stood up and kicked off her shoes.
"Definitely," the Doctor murmured, watching her. She hung up the dress, then moved the shoes and bags off the bed, before unbuttoning her blouse slowly, her eyes on his the whole time. He looked mesmerised as she slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She unzipped her skirt and slipped that off, then stood a moment watching him watching her. She could see that he was becoming aroused, just as she was, so she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, swiftly followed by her knickers.
"Gorgeous," the Doctor breathed, his eyes dark with desire.
She moved back to the bed and climbed onto his lap, then pulled his t-shirt off. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her. She felt her nipples hardening against his chest as his tongue dived into her mouth, and felt his erection stiffening in reaction to her heat pressing against it. She began running her fingers through his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth.
"Martha."
"Hmm?"
"I want you."
She pulled her mouth away and gasped for air. "I'm yours," she said simply. She shifted backwards so that she could grab his boxers and get them off, then bent and took the tip of his erection into her mouth. She sucked hard on it, then moved her tongue in fast circles around it as her hand stroked and squeezed the rest of his length. She felt the Doctor take hold of her free hand, his fingers entwining with hers whilst his other hand rested lightly on her head. She slowly dragged her tongue along the underside of his erection before placing soft kisses on the insides of his thighs. He moaned and tightened his grip on her other hand; she immediately scraped her teeth along his length, before catching the head in her mouth as he exploded with a cry. She looked up at him, smiling when she saw the glazed look on his face. She moved up the bed to lie on top of him, her head on his shoulder. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her automatically, then kissed her hair.
"I should buy you clothes more often," he said.
Martha laughed. "You don't need to buy me clothes for that."
"Well that's lucky, given how rarely we end up in the vicinity of shops."
"Mmm."
The Doctor looked down at the top of Martha's head. "Mrs Smith, you're not going to sleep on me, are you?"
She lifted her head and looked up into his eyes. "No, just feeling a little lazy right about now."
"Well that doesn't bode well for me taking you dancing later."
"Mmm." She put her head back down on his shoulder, missing the wicked gleam that came into his eyes. The next moment she gave a squeal of surprise as he deftly rolled them over so that she was lying on her back, with him propped on his arms, looking down at her. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but he immediately began kissing her hungrily, his tongue sliding into her mouth and wrestling with hers. When Martha retaliated by pushing her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it, causing a shiver to run through her body. She felt her arousal growing and moaned into his mouth. The Doctor pulled his mouth from hers and began to kiss a path down her body, his cool fingers following the wet trail left by his lips.
"Doctor, please."
He looked up the length of her body from his position between her legs, smiled, then bent his head again to kiss her folds. She immediately tangled her fingers in his hair as he began to lick and suck at her, his tongue working a similar magic on her to the magic her tongue had worked on him. Then he slipped a long finger inside her, causing her hips to buck up off the bed. She reacted less strongly when a second finger joined the first; he began to curve and twist them around inside her as his mouth continued to attack the bundle of nerves at her apex. Martha moaned and involuntarily tightened her grasp on the Doctor's head, then she was flying, soaring away, light as a feather.
When she opened her eyes again the Doctor was lying on his side next to her, a cheeky grin on his face as his fingers stroked in circles across her flat stomach. She smiled at him and he leant forward to kiss her.
I really could get used to this, she thought as she ran her fingers through his hair, then began to stroke the back of his neck. She felt him hardening again where he was pressed against her leg and she reached down to slide her hand along his length. He pulled his mouth from hers, causing her whimper slightly in disappointment.
"There's something I want to try," he said.
She raised her eyebrows at his serious tone and look. "What?"
"You know I'm telepathic?" She nodded. "My people used to join telepathically as well as physically during intercourse, and I'd like us to try it, if you're willing."
"Will it work?" Martha asked curiously. "I'm willing to try, I just wonder if it'll work with a human and a Time Lord."
The Doctor shrugged. "I don't know. Some humans are more receptive, telepathically, than others. I met someone once who could enter my mind as easily as I entered hers, and she said that 'a door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction'." He caught her look. "It wasn't Rose," he assured her. "Someone else altogether. Another beautiful and brilliant woman who is long gone."
Martha noted the pain and love in his voice and wondered who the mystery woman was, and if Rose had known her. "I'd like to try it," she said. "What do I have to do?"
"Just relax." He placed his hands at the sides of her head, fingertips at her temples. She closed her eyes instinctively and a smile curved his lips: she was so quick and adaptable, was Martha Jones. He reached carefully into her mind and found her waiting eagerly for him. She looked pleased when she saw him and wrapped him in a hug.
This is different, she commented.
He smiled at her. Shall we go for a walk? he asked.
OK. She put her hand in his and followed him along the pathway he had used into her mind from his. That's Gallifrey! she said, awed at the landscape spread out before them.
I thought you might like to see my home for yourself, he explained. And since I can't take you there physically, I thought I would bring you here instead.
It's beautiful, Martha breathed, eyes shining with wonder and pleasure. No wonder you miss it so much. She turned and hugged him tightly.
The Doctor led her across the red grass to a stand of silver-leaved trees and they sat down beneath them. She turned to kiss him deeply and he felt himself relaxing body and mind. Make love to me, she whispered, lying back and he lay down beside her, then lifted his body above hers. She gasped as he slid inside her, feeling it in her body and in her mind as well, a far more intense sensation than when she just felt it in her body.
OK? he asked.
She nodded and the Doctor began to move slowly; she realised then that every touch of his body to hers was magnified, intensified by the mental link. She felt as if her nerve endings had multiplied and she suddenly realised that she could feel the Doctor's body as if it were her own, so that she could feel how her body felt in comparison to his, especially the heat at her core through which his length was sliding. She felt herself throbbing around him, knew how it felt to him when her muscles spasmed and clutched at him. She could feel his erection hardening further as if it was hers, not his.
Her hands stroked across his cool skin and she felt the heat of her fingers on his back and shivered at the sensation. Then his tongue slid into her mouth and she gasped; she could taste herself and suddenly understood with perfect clarity why he was always licking things: his tongue was supersensitive and she could taste herself, taste the tea and biscuits she'd had during her afternoon break. She could have chemically analysed the tastes even, but that would have been far less satisfying than enjoying the feeling of Martha's tongue against his as they kissed hungrily.
They moved together for some time and she revelled in the sensations just as he did, then she felt the approach of his orgasm even as her own came closer. Suddenly everything became tighter, hotter, harder as her orgasm swept through her, her muscles clenching and squeezing his length until he gave a final thrust, pumping his release into her, and that was an amazing sensation when experienced from his point of view as well as her own.
She was gently buzzing when the Doctor carefully broke their mental link, then eased away from her. "Wow! That was - wow!" she exclaimed softly as she gave him a dazed look. He grinned, brushing her sweaty hair off her face.
"Thank you."
"For what?" she asked.
"For sharing that with me. It worked even better than I'd dare to hope."
"Thank you for asking me. It was very intense - but in a good way." She turned onto her side and snuggled up against him. "We don't need to move just yet, do we?"
The Doctor glanced over at the clock. "Not just yet."
"Good." She was silent for several minutes and the Doctor thought she was dozing until she spoke. "Can we do that again? Not every time we make love, perhaps, because it's a bit intense for that, although I suppose if we did it every time some of the intensity might wear off, but then it wouldn't seem so special so - " She broke off at the Doctor's chuckle which rumbled through his chest and into the ear she had pressed against him. She lifted her head and looked up to see him looking back at her with amusement and affection. "What?"
"You sounded rather like me," he said with a grin.
She frowned. "I did, didn't I? Is that normal?"
"It's not that usual, and probably rare for a non-Time Lord partner, but you're a very special woman, Martha Jones, so I'm not very surprised. I just hope you haven't picked up any of my bad habits along with my knack of babbling."
She laughed and put her head back on his chest.
"In answer to your question, yes, we can do that again - I'd be honoured, in fact."
"Good."
"We had better move if we're going out," he said after a little while.
"Mmm." She kissed his chest, then sucked on his nipple and he felt himself stiffening.
"Martha," he said warningly.
She pouted at him, then slid her hand down his chest towards his arousal. He grabbed her hand and pulled it back up to his chest, then reached down with his other hand and tickled her ribs. She squealed in outrage, rolling away from him and snatching up a pillow, which she threw at him. He caught it, grinning and got up off the bed before she could throw another one at him. "Now then Mrs Smith, is that any way to treat the man who's going to spoil you rotten?"
She lowered the second pillow. "You are?"
He nodded. "Just so long as you don't throw any more pillows at me."
"OK." She got off the bed. "I need a bath."
"Save me some hot water, then?" he asked, watching her bum appreciatively as she headed towards the bathroom.
Several hours later.
Martha Jones was tipsy on wine and drunk on happiness. She and the Doctor had enjoyed a delicious meal at an expensive restaurant, the name of which she'd forgotten, then the Doctor had taken her to a club where they had danced to all the latest hits and popular songs. Now they were wandering home, hand in hand, with the Doctor singing bits of The Beatles song 'Martha My Dear' to her. She'd been speechless with surprise when it had begun playing in the club and she'd heard her own name in the lyrics. The Doctor had been utterly delighted by her reaction, having assumed she knew the song.
The Doctor let them into the flat and she headed for bed, leaving him to lock up and wondering if he was going to spend the night with her. They hadn't discussed it and she had decided that she wasn't going to impose her expectations on him. She had undressed and slipped on a nightdress, when he came into the room carrying most of his clothes and wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. She licked her lips unconsciously, a gesture that wasn't lost on the Doctor, when she noticed that he was already aroused. He lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her before giving her a long, slow kiss that seemed to set a fire in her veins. She shifted position so that her body was across his, her entrance pressed against his length. She felt him hardening in response to her heat which was noticeable even through the clothing that separated their skin. She began to rub herself slowly up and down his erection and he moaned her name into her mouth.
The next moment there was a loud dinging noise which startled them both, then the Doctor's face broke into an excited grin.
"That's the timey-wimey device," he said. "Quick! We need to get out there and find whoever's arriving." He was off the bed as he spoke and pulling on his clothes. "Come on Martha," he said urgently.
She rolled off the bed, swearing under her breath whilst she found her blue top and black trousers. Of all the lousy timing! she thought as she caught up with the Doctor in the hall and pulled on her jacket, although she supposed she should be grateful they hadn't been home for very long.
Poor Billy had seemed in a worse state than they had when he arrived and she wondered if it was because she and the Doctor were more used to time-travel, even if theirs was usually done in the TARDIS. They took him back to their flat, knowing it was too late for him to look for accommodation tonight. They finally got back into bed two hours later, after a lengthy conversation and some strong, sweet tea. Billy was on their sofa and the Doctor said he'd probably sleep until late the following morning. Martha snuggled up to the Doctor, her head on his shoulder. "He seems like a nice bloke," she observed sleepily.
"He certainly does," he answered, running a hand down her side to her waist.
She caught his hand and pulled it up to her mouth, placing a kiss on his palm. "Do you mind if we don't?" she asked quietly, looking up into his face.
He raised his eyebrows. "Afraid he'll hear?"
"A bit," she answered. "But mostly, I'm just very tired - it's been a long and full day."
"OK." The Doctor kissed her softly, then wrapped his arms around her.
Martha's last thought before she fell asleep was that Billy's arrival meant the end of their temporal holiday romance was approaching. She had no expectations that the Doctor would want to continue their new relationship once he got his beloved TARDIS back and they were off travelling again.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Girl in the Fireplace if you squint.
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha out for the evening.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: This is the third of four stories set in 1969. The first two are So Beautiful and Connecting. The title for this story comes from John Denver's "Annie's Song":
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
~~~~~~
"I need to get back to work," Martha said after a while.
"I know."
"Which will require both of us moving," she pointed out.
The Doctor sighed, a proper martyred sigh, as if she had no business making him move, then he caught her eye and grinned. She grinned back, then shoved at his shoulder affectionately.
"Come on, mister, unless you want me to be fired on the same day I was offered a payrise and a bonus?"
That got him moving; he was on his feet and helping her up in seconds. He pulled her close, giving her a lingering kiss, then started as he felt her hands on him. "I think you'd better tuck this back away unless you want to get arrested for indecent exposure," she murmured.
He flushed. "Not really." He manoeuvred himself and his clothing until he was decent again. "What about you, Mrs Smith? You definitely have a 'just shagged' look about you." There was a teasing light in his eyes.
Martha looked at her watch. "And I don't have to time go back home," she moaned as she unpinned her hair and shook it loose.
"Luckily for you, I'm here," the Doctor said and pulling his Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket, he aimed it at her and the wrinkles dropped from her clothes.
"Wow! Instant ironing. Thank you."
"You're welcome." He swiftly packed up their picnic things, then offered her his arm, which she accepted.
They set off for the shop at a brisk pace and arrived back with a good five minutes to spare. Martha was surprised when the Doctor led her into the shop by the front entrance, instead of the staff one, and even more surprised when he gave her a lengthy goodbye kiss in front of the customers and staff. "See you later," he murmured, then he was gone and Mrs Russell was bearing down on her like an angry bull.
"Mrs Smith!" she hissed, somehow managing to convey her dismay and distaste for such a public display of affection in just two words.
"Mrs Russell?" Martha turned a dazzling smile on her boss and waited.
The older woman became aware of the dozens of potentially listening ears in their vicinity and swallowed her ire. "To your position, please."
Martha smiled again, then sauntered away to the jewellery counter where Jan was grinning from ear to ear.
"Nice lunch?" she asked with a faux innocent air.
"Yes thank you," Martha answered demurely, suppressing a grin that was easily as wide as Jan's.
After work that afternoon Martha made her way home with a light heart. She let herself into the flat, then stopped in surprise. The little hall table was gleaming with polish and a vase of daffodils took pride of place. She inhaled slowly and smelt freshly baked bread in addition to the polish. Puzzled, she shut the door and placed her keys on the table next to the Doctor's.
She put her head into the kitchenette. Everything there was spotlessly clean and tidy with the newly baked bread under a cover in the centre of the table. The sitting room was also spotlessly clean and the timey-wimey device, which looked like a demented transistor radio with a phone receiver attached, was in the middle of the table. That made three tables with nice things on them - this was getting intriguing.
The bathroom proved to be equally as spotless as the rest of the flat. Martha opened the bedroom door with a sense of curiosity and found the Doctor sprawled in sleep across the bed, two carrier bags from her own shop sitting next to the pillows. The bedroom was also spotlessly clean.
She moved into the room and although she was intrigued by the carrier bags, she wanted to make sure the Doctor was OK first. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and his long limbs were spread across the bed as if he'd literally crashed onto it and into sleep. She noted the relaxed look on his face and thought how gorgeous it made him look, then she bent and gently kissed his forehead. He opened his eyes immediately.
"Sorry, didn't meant to wake you," she said quietly.
"You can wake me any time," he answered, a mischievous smile appearing. "Good evening Mrs Smith." His arms snaked around her neck.
"Good evening. You appear to have had a busy day."
"I did," he agreed, pulling her down beside him on the bed as he sat up. She sat down and tried not to shiver when he ran a cool hand up her back under her blouse.
"What's in the bags?"
"If you open them, you'll find out," he answered with impeccable logic.
"I hope you haven't been spending my bonus before I've got it?" she teased.
"Nope." He nudged her shoulder with his. "Go on, have a look."
She reached across and picked up the bags, noting that one was heavier than the other. She opened the heavy one first and found a pair of shoes inside: powder blue with a slight heel. She glanced at the Doctor before pulling them from the bag; he was watching her with a fond look. She turned the shoes over and saw that they were her size.
"Very nice, thank you," she said, putting them down on top of the now empty bag. She opened the second, lighter bag and saw material of the same colour blue as the shoes. She reached in and pulled out a dress, dotted with tiny yellow stars. She checked the label and found that it, like the shoes, was her size.
"I'm definitely impressed," she said. "Thank you."
"You deserve it, for supporting me."
"So if you didn't spend my bonus, where did the money come from?"
"Do you know what today is?" he asked.
"Besides Saturday? No idea."
"It's Grand National Day."
Martha looked at him, comprehension dawning. "You bet on the winner?"
He nodded, grinning. "Not just the winner, either. I bet on the first three and won enough to treat you."
"Is that ethical?" she asked with a frown.
"I didn't win a huge amount," the Doctor pointed out quickly.
"OK." She didn't want to hurt his feelings by appearing ungrateful, and besides, the dress was nice. "So now I have a new dress and shoes, do I have a reason to wear them?"
"You do. We're going out later for dinner and dancing."
"Later?" Martha asked.
"A couple of hours."
"Good, that means I have time to thank you properly."
The Doctor's eyebrows went up in puzzlement until she reached down and stroked a hand over his crotch. "Oh, that kind of thank you," he said with a grin.
"That OK?" she asked as she stood up and kicked off her shoes.
"Definitely," the Doctor murmured, watching her. She hung up the dress, then moved the shoes and bags off the bed, before unbuttoning her blouse slowly, her eyes on his the whole time. He looked mesmerised as she slid the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. She unzipped her skirt and slipped that off, then stood a moment watching him watching her. She could see that he was becoming aroused, just as she was, so she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, swiftly followed by her knickers.
"Gorgeous," the Doctor breathed, his eyes dark with desire.
She moved back to the bed and climbed onto his lap, then pulled his t-shirt off. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her. She felt her nipples hardening against his chest as his tongue dived into her mouth, and felt his erection stiffening in reaction to her heat pressing against it. She began running her fingers through his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth.
"Martha."
"Hmm?"
"I want you."
She pulled her mouth away and gasped for air. "I'm yours," she said simply. She shifted backwards so that she could grab his boxers and get them off, then bent and took the tip of his erection into her mouth. She sucked hard on it, then moved her tongue in fast circles around it as her hand stroked and squeezed the rest of his length. She felt the Doctor take hold of her free hand, his fingers entwining with hers whilst his other hand rested lightly on her head. She slowly dragged her tongue along the underside of his erection before placing soft kisses on the insides of his thighs. He moaned and tightened his grip on her other hand; she immediately scraped her teeth along his length, before catching the head in her mouth as he exploded with a cry. She looked up at him, smiling when she saw the glazed look on his face. She moved up the bed to lie on top of him, her head on his shoulder. The Doctor wrapped his arms around her automatically, then kissed her hair.
"I should buy you clothes more often," he said.
Martha laughed. "You don't need to buy me clothes for that."
"Well that's lucky, given how rarely we end up in the vicinity of shops."
"Mmm."
The Doctor looked down at the top of Martha's head. "Mrs Smith, you're not going to sleep on me, are you?"
She lifted her head and looked up into his eyes. "No, just feeling a little lazy right about now."
"Well that doesn't bode well for me taking you dancing later."
"Mmm." She put her head back down on his shoulder, missing the wicked gleam that came into his eyes. The next moment she gave a squeal of surprise as he deftly rolled them over so that she was lying on her back, with him propped on his arms, looking down at her. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but he immediately began kissing her hungrily, his tongue sliding into her mouth and wrestling with hers. When Martha retaliated by pushing her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it, causing a shiver to run through her body. She felt her arousal growing and moaned into his mouth. The Doctor pulled his mouth from hers and began to kiss a path down her body, his cool fingers following the wet trail left by his lips.
"Doctor, please."
He looked up the length of her body from his position between her legs, smiled, then bent his head again to kiss her folds. She immediately tangled her fingers in his hair as he began to lick and suck at her, his tongue working a similar magic on her to the magic her tongue had worked on him. Then he slipped a long finger inside her, causing her hips to buck up off the bed. She reacted less strongly when a second finger joined the first; he began to curve and twist them around inside her as his mouth continued to attack the bundle of nerves at her apex. Martha moaned and involuntarily tightened her grasp on the Doctor's head, then she was flying, soaring away, light as a feather.
When she opened her eyes again the Doctor was lying on his side next to her, a cheeky grin on his face as his fingers stroked in circles across her flat stomach. She smiled at him and he leant forward to kiss her.
I really could get used to this, she thought as she ran her fingers through his hair, then began to stroke the back of his neck. She felt him hardening again where he was pressed against her leg and she reached down to slide her hand along his length. He pulled his mouth from hers, causing her whimper slightly in disappointment.
"There's something I want to try," he said.
She raised her eyebrows at his serious tone and look. "What?"
"You know I'm telepathic?" She nodded. "My people used to join telepathically as well as physically during intercourse, and I'd like us to try it, if you're willing."
"Will it work?" Martha asked curiously. "I'm willing to try, I just wonder if it'll work with a human and a Time Lord."
The Doctor shrugged. "I don't know. Some humans are more receptive, telepathically, than others. I met someone once who could enter my mind as easily as I entered hers, and she said that 'a door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction'." He caught her look. "It wasn't Rose," he assured her. "Someone else altogether. Another beautiful and brilliant woman who is long gone."
Martha noted the pain and love in his voice and wondered who the mystery woman was, and if Rose had known her. "I'd like to try it," she said. "What do I have to do?"
"Just relax." He placed his hands at the sides of her head, fingertips at her temples. She closed her eyes instinctively and a smile curved his lips: she was so quick and adaptable, was Martha Jones. He reached carefully into her mind and found her waiting eagerly for him. She looked pleased when she saw him and wrapped him in a hug.
This is different, she commented.
He smiled at her. Shall we go for a walk? he asked.
OK. She put her hand in his and followed him along the pathway he had used into her mind from his. That's Gallifrey! she said, awed at the landscape spread out before them.
I thought you might like to see my home for yourself, he explained. And since I can't take you there physically, I thought I would bring you here instead.
It's beautiful, Martha breathed, eyes shining with wonder and pleasure. No wonder you miss it so much. She turned and hugged him tightly.
The Doctor led her across the red grass to a stand of silver-leaved trees and they sat down beneath them. She turned to kiss him deeply and he felt himself relaxing body and mind. Make love to me, she whispered, lying back and he lay down beside her, then lifted his body above hers. She gasped as he slid inside her, feeling it in her body and in her mind as well, a far more intense sensation than when she just felt it in her body.
OK? he asked.
She nodded and the Doctor began to move slowly; she realised then that every touch of his body to hers was magnified, intensified by the mental link. She felt as if her nerve endings had multiplied and she suddenly realised that she could feel the Doctor's body as if it were her own, so that she could feel how her body felt in comparison to his, especially the heat at her core through which his length was sliding. She felt herself throbbing around him, knew how it felt to him when her muscles spasmed and clutched at him. She could feel his erection hardening further as if it was hers, not his.
Her hands stroked across his cool skin and she felt the heat of her fingers on his back and shivered at the sensation. Then his tongue slid into her mouth and she gasped; she could taste herself and suddenly understood with perfect clarity why he was always licking things: his tongue was supersensitive and she could taste herself, taste the tea and biscuits she'd had during her afternoon break. She could have chemically analysed the tastes even, but that would have been far less satisfying than enjoying the feeling of Martha's tongue against his as they kissed hungrily.
They moved together for some time and she revelled in the sensations just as he did, then she felt the approach of his orgasm even as her own came closer. Suddenly everything became tighter, hotter, harder as her orgasm swept through her, her muscles clenching and squeezing his length until he gave a final thrust, pumping his release into her, and that was an amazing sensation when experienced from his point of view as well as her own.
She was gently buzzing when the Doctor carefully broke their mental link, then eased away from her. "Wow! That was - wow!" she exclaimed softly as she gave him a dazed look. He grinned, brushing her sweaty hair off her face.
"Thank you."
"For what?" she asked.
"For sharing that with me. It worked even better than I'd dare to hope."
"Thank you for asking me. It was very intense - but in a good way." She turned onto her side and snuggled up against him. "We don't need to move just yet, do we?"
The Doctor glanced over at the clock. "Not just yet."
"Good." She was silent for several minutes and the Doctor thought she was dozing until she spoke. "Can we do that again? Not every time we make love, perhaps, because it's a bit intense for that, although I suppose if we did it every time some of the intensity might wear off, but then it wouldn't seem so special so - " She broke off at the Doctor's chuckle which rumbled through his chest and into the ear she had pressed against him. She lifted her head and looked up to see him looking back at her with amusement and affection. "What?"
"You sounded rather like me," he said with a grin.
She frowned. "I did, didn't I? Is that normal?"
"It's not that usual, and probably rare for a non-Time Lord partner, but you're a very special woman, Martha Jones, so I'm not very surprised. I just hope you haven't picked up any of my bad habits along with my knack of babbling."
She laughed and put her head back on his chest.
"In answer to your question, yes, we can do that again - I'd be honoured, in fact."
"Good."
"We had better move if we're going out," he said after a little while.
"Mmm." She kissed his chest, then sucked on his nipple and he felt himself stiffening.
"Martha," he said warningly.
She pouted at him, then slid her hand down his chest towards his arousal. He grabbed her hand and pulled it back up to his chest, then reached down with his other hand and tickled her ribs. She squealed in outrage, rolling away from him and snatching up a pillow, which she threw at him. He caught it, grinning and got up off the bed before she could throw another one at him. "Now then Mrs Smith, is that any way to treat the man who's going to spoil you rotten?"
She lowered the second pillow. "You are?"
He nodded. "Just so long as you don't throw any more pillows at me."
"OK." She got off the bed. "I need a bath."
"Save me some hot water, then?" he asked, watching her bum appreciatively as she headed towards the bathroom.
Several hours later.
Martha Jones was tipsy on wine and drunk on happiness. She and the Doctor had enjoyed a delicious meal at an expensive restaurant, the name of which she'd forgotten, then the Doctor had taken her to a club where they had danced to all the latest hits and popular songs. Now they were wandering home, hand in hand, with the Doctor singing bits of The Beatles song 'Martha My Dear' to her. She'd been speechless with surprise when it had begun playing in the club and she'd heard her own name in the lyrics. The Doctor had been utterly delighted by her reaction, having assumed she knew the song.
The Doctor let them into the flat and she headed for bed, leaving him to lock up and wondering if he was going to spend the night with her. They hadn't discussed it and she had decided that she wasn't going to impose her expectations on him. She had undressed and slipped on a nightdress, when he came into the room carrying most of his clothes and wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. She licked her lips unconsciously, a gesture that wasn't lost on the Doctor, when she noticed that he was already aroused. He lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her before giving her a long, slow kiss that seemed to set a fire in her veins. She shifted position so that her body was across his, her entrance pressed against his length. She felt him hardening in response to her heat which was noticeable even through the clothing that separated their skin. She began to rub herself slowly up and down his erection and he moaned her name into her mouth.
The next moment there was a loud dinging noise which startled them both, then the Doctor's face broke into an excited grin.
"That's the timey-wimey device," he said. "Quick! We need to get out there and find whoever's arriving." He was off the bed as he spoke and pulling on his clothes. "Come on Martha," he said urgently.
She rolled off the bed, swearing under her breath whilst she found her blue top and black trousers. Of all the lousy timing! she thought as she caught up with the Doctor in the hall and pulled on her jacket, although she supposed she should be grateful they hadn't been home for very long.
Poor Billy had seemed in a worse state than they had when he arrived and she wondered if it was because she and the Doctor were more used to time-travel, even if theirs was usually done in the TARDIS. They took him back to their flat, knowing it was too late for him to look for accommodation tonight. They finally got back into bed two hours later, after a lengthy conversation and some strong, sweet tea. Billy was on their sofa and the Doctor said he'd probably sleep until late the following morning. Martha snuggled up to the Doctor, her head on his shoulder. "He seems like a nice bloke," she observed sleepily.
"He certainly does," he answered, running a hand down her side to her waist.
She caught his hand and pulled it up to her mouth, placing a kiss on his palm. "Do you mind if we don't?" she asked quietly, looking up into his face.
He raised his eyebrows. "Afraid he'll hear?"
"A bit," she answered. "But mostly, I'm just very tired - it's been a long and full day."
"OK." The Doctor kissed her softly, then wrapped his arms around her.
Martha's last thought before she fell asleep was that Billy's arrival meant the end of their temporal holiday romance was approaching. She had no expectations that the Doctor would want to continue their new relationship once he got his beloved TARDIS back and they were off travelling again.