Actions Speak Louder Than Words
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Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ross, Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Pte Ross Jenkins has another trip in the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: So I looked at the DW Random Pairing Generator again (I was bookmarking the page, okay!) and it coughed up Private Ross Jenkins / Martha Jones / fantasy and then (because I'm clearly a glutton for punishment) I clicked a second time and got Martha Jones / Tenth Doctor / actions speak louder than words and thus a plot was born for a second Ross-centric fic, as was requested by some readers of Actions and Consequences.
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Ross had been sent home two days after his ill-fated trip in the TARDIS, but not before the Doctor had visited to apologise and see how he was. Martha had been there as well, and when the Doctor had offered him a second trip, without the pain or injuries, to make up for the outcome of the first, Ross had glanced at her and seen her nod slightly, as if encouraging him to say yes.
"I'd like that sir," he answered.
"Ross, Ross, Ross, how am I going to cure you of calling me sir?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't know Si- " He broke off before the automatic word came out.
The Time Lord sighed in an exaggerated fashion. "I'll have to see if I can think of something," he said. Then he grinned his manic grin. "Right then, Ross Jenkins, I'll see you when Martha tells me you're fit enough for a trip!" He offered a hand and Ross shook it, smiling at the amusement on Martha's face, which the Doctor couldn't see since she stood to his side and slightly behind him.
Martha had driven him home that afternoon and left him with strict instructions to take things easy or he'd been in serious trouble. She had looked so stern that he'd believed her and resolved to do exactly as she'd told him (even though her strict demeanour had somehow reawakened his crush and he now found himself fantasising about her 'punishing' him).
That had been five days ago, and now he was waiting for Martha and the Doctor to come and collect him for his promised second trip.
* * * * * *
"Right then, Ross!" exclaimed the Doctor as he bounded over to the console and began doing the manic dance around it that Ross had seen him do before. "We are going to have a nice peaceful visit where we can all unwind and relax, and no one is going to get hurt, okay?"
Ross nodded, momentarily too excited to speak.
"Where are we going?" asked Martha, looking serene and beautiful in a short, pale yellow summer dress.
"We, my friends, are going to Florana, one of the universe's most beautiful planets. It's carpeted by perfumed flowers, with seas of warm milk and sand as soft as swan's down. The oceans contain effervescent water, which means the bubbles support you when you're in the water."
"Sounds idyllic," Martha murmured, smiling.
"Sounds like paradise," offered Ross.
"Right then, Private Jenkins, you are a bit over-dressed for a paradise, so why don't you go with Martha, and she'll help you to find something to wear, shorts and a t-shirt, or something," the Doctor said. "And I'll go and sort out a picnic."
Ross looked down at his clothes; he'd worn a smart shirt and trousers, not knowing where they'd be going, and now that the Doctor mentioned it, he did feel a bit out of place.
"Okay."
"Did you see the Wardrobe last time you were here?" Martha asked, holding out a hand to him.
"No," he answered, hesitating to take her hand, but she grabbed his before he could make up his mind what to do.
"Come on then. You'll like this." She tugged gently at his arm and he allowed himself to be led out of the Control Room and through the corridors, taking the first left, the second right, the third left, then straight ahead under the stairs and past the bins, until they reached the fifth door on the left.
"Wow!" he exclaimed when they walked in and he saw the masses of clothes rails, full of a huge variety of clothing.
"Look up," Martha whispered.
Ross looked up and saw there were several more floors, or rather platforms, above them that were reached by spiralling staircases.
"This place is amazing," he breathed. "I do love this ship."
"Isn't it amazing?" she answered, grinning at his wide-eyed expression. "Come on, I reckon there should be something up on the second floor."
He followed her up the spiral staircases, and realised with a jolt that Martha's dress was so short he could almost see her underwear. He tried very hard to push that thought aside, aware that his cock was beginning to stiffen at the thought of seeing whether she preferred to wear a thong or lacy knickers.
"Now then," Martha said, oblivious to the lascivious direction his thoughts had taken, "I think there should be something over in this steamer trunk. She headed towards the trunk in question, which was piled with a heap of what looked like fur rugs and checked picnic blankets.
She looked up at him. "Can you give me a hand shifting these?" she asked.
"Of course."
They each took one end of the pile, and hefted it off and down onto the grilled metal floor, then Martha knelt down to wrestle with the fastenings on the stiff leather straps, and Ross bit back a moan at the sight of her on her knees just in front of him, although she wasn't even looking at him.
She got the trunk open finally and began delving into it, then sat back on her heels with a couple of t-shirts and a pair of shorts in her hands.
"What do you reckon?" she asked, turning to look up at him.
Ross swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how tight his trousers were as his stiffening cock pressed against the material. "I - I - " he stuttered, suddenly incapable of articulating a coherent sentence. All he wanted to do was grab Martha and push her down onto the rugs and blankets, and have her ride him until he screamed with pleasure.
"Ross, are you okay?" she asked in a concerned tone, then her gaze dropped from his face to his groin, and he groaned as he knew she would be able to see how aroused he was.
To his surprise, she didn't look horrified or embarrassed though; instead she smirked a little, then reached up and grabbed his hand, tugging him off balance so that he fell onto the heap of blankets and rugs beside where she still knelt.
"Ross Jenkins, have you been a bad boy?" she purred, reached out to stroke the bulge in his trousers. "I bet you were thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts, weren't you, seeing me down on my knees."
"Oh god!" he gasped.
"Are you a bad boy?" she asked.
"Ye-yes!" he hissed as she unfastened his trousers.
"Then I shall have to punish you, won't I?" Her voice was low and sultry, and Ross groaned deeply in response to both her tone and the first electric touch of her small hand on his enormously swollen cock.
She quickly tugged his trousers down to his ankles, then yanked off his shoes before dragging his trousers off as well.
"And you go commando, too," she purred, "so you're always ready for action. I like that in a man."
"M-Martha, I - "
"Shh. No need to say anything," Martha assured him, stroking his cock in a maddeningly slow fashion from base to tip and back again.
Ross moaned; he was terrified that he was going to explode in her hand and he didn't want to do that.
"It's okay, lover boy," she said softly. "You're not going to come just yet." She squeezed the base of his cock firmly, then dipped her head to plant a little kiss on the tip, before shifting to straddle him.
He watched, wide-eyed, as she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the thatch of dark curls between her legs, before she guided his length inside herself.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" He clutched her hips as she sank down slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
Martha smirked at him. "I bet you didn't know I went commando too, eh?"
"Fuck, no!" he exclaimed: she was hot, wet and tight, and it felt absolutely exquisite to have her heat wrapped around his hardness. He'd been expecting to see underwear just now, not her beautiful dark skin.
"Did you bring your beret?" she asked, surprising him.
"What?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your uniform beret, have you got it with you?"
"No."
"Pity." Her expression, which had darkened, brightened again. "I know." She closed her eyes and whispered something he couldn't understand, and then Ross yelped as a red UNIT beret landed on his chest.
She grinned at him, then tilted her head back and, looking up at the ceiling, called "Thank you!"
The next moment Dr Martha Jones was naked, apart from a red beret that was perched at a rakish angle on her dark hair.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," she told him in a very matter-of-fact manner.
"Please," he begged desperately.
Ross hung onto Martha's hips, feeling completely amazed by the turn of events, and watching in astonishment as she rode him hard, her hands roaming up and down her body, teasing her nipples to hardness, and stroking across her flat belly. Then she began sucking on her right index finger, lapping her tongue around the tip, and he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Ma-Martha, I'm going to come," he managed to warn her.
"I know you are," she answered, her tone confident and assured. She squeezed his cock with her muscles. "Come for me, big boy."
Ross cried out as he emptied himself into her.
"So this is where you two got to," said a voice, startling Ross into a yelp as he realised that the Doctor was leaning against one of the support struts near the staircase and watching the two of them. He wondered how long the Time Lord had been there and noticed that his hands were in his trouser pockets, the material of which was pulled tight, clearly showing that he was aroused by what he'd witnessed.
"I'm sorry, I - " Ross started to apologise.
"Why are you sorry?" interrupted the Doctor. "I do hope you're not sorry about having made love to a beautiful woman?"
There was an intense look on the Time Lord's face and Ross hastened to explain. "No, I just meant I was sorry because, well, I thought you and Martha were - " He broke off as Martha snorted rather rudely.
"Ross, the Doctor and I aren't a couple. We've never shagged or anything, well, he kissed me once, but that was just a genetic transfer so it doesn't count. He doesn't fancy me."
His eyebrows rose and he looked from Martha to the Doctor, and back again. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. The Time Lord hadn't moved from his spot, and it seemed fairly obvious to Ross that he was looking at Martha with a mixture of longing and lust.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at the Doctor, which elicited a quiet moan from him as he caught a glimpse of her breasts.
Then she turned and looked down at Ross. "I don't know, he might be more interested in shagging you than me," she said, smiling saucily down at the young man.
Ross' eyes widened in surprise and his mouth hung open. "Me?" he squeaked.
"Yes, you," Martha answered. "You're an attractive young man after all."
The Doctor crossed the space between them and knelt behind Martha, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, then he bent his head and nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver and moan. Ross was acutely aware of the fact that his cock was still inside her and that he was becoming aroused by the sight of the Time Lord teasing Martha's nipples and licking her neck.
Her eyes, which had closed when the Doctor had first began touching her, suddenly opened and she gave him a wicked grin.
"Enjoying the view, are you?" she asked, shifting her hips slightly, making it obvious that she was aware of his growing arousal.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Have you ever watched two other people making love?" Martha asked.
"No. Well - " He broke off, blushing so hard his face was the same colour as the beret that Martha still wore.
"You've watched porn films?" she suggested.
"Yes," he answered.
She turned her head, pulling her neck away from the Doctor's nuzzling. "What do you reckon?" she asked the Time Lord. "Shall we give him his own private viewing?"
The Doctor lifted his head to look down at the young man sprawled below his companion. "Oh yes," he answered simply.
He lifted Martha up, causing her and Ross to whimper slightly at the loss of contact.
"Move some of the rugs over, will you Ross?" the Doctor asked, nodding to the empty space next to where the young man lay.
He struggled up, momentarily finding it hard to move; his legs still felt like jelly after his intense orgasm. He grabbed an armful of the rugs and moved them next to the first pile.
"Is that enough?" he asked. He was feeling slightly nervous about the situation: although he was aroused by the idea of watching Martha and the Doctor, he also felt as if he shouldn't intrude, especially when this was their first time together.
The Doctor nodded distractedly, more than half his attention on Martha, who was slowly undressing him, kissing and nipping at his skin as she bared it. Once he was naked, she turned around and beckoned to Ross, her bottom pressed firmly against the Time Lord's erection.
"You're still over-dressed," she told Ross.
"I know, but you didn't exactly give me a chance to finish undressing before," he said shyly.
Martha smirked at him, then gave him the same treatment as the Doctor, kissing and nipping at his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt and Ross whimpered, feeling his arousal growing again.
He noticed that the Doctor had a firm hold of Martha's hips and there was a blissful look on his face as she wriggled against him.
"Now lie down and watch," she said. She reached down and cupped his erection. "I want you to wank while we fuck."
Ross groaned at her words. "Oh god Martha!"
She gave him another wicked grin, then turned around again. "Now then," she purred to the Doctor, "how do you want me?"
"Every which way I can," growled the Time Lord. He sank down onto the pile of rugs, pulling her down with him and immediately began kissing her hungrily.
Ross watched avidly, lightly stroking himself, as the Doctor rolled onto his back and Martha promptly straddled him. She positioned herself so that the tip of his cock was brushing her entrance, then she looked down into the Time Lord's eyes, her own full of her desire.
"Ready?" she asked.
He clasped her hips and nodded, and Martha guided him inside herself, both of them moaning at the sensations. The Doctor's cock was slightly bigger and thicker than Ross', but it was also cooler, just like the rest of his body, and it felt very good.
When he was buried to the hilt inside her, she rocked gently backwards and forwards, her eyes half closed in pleasure.
As both men watched, Martha's hands drifted up her body, skimming her sides until she reached her breasts; she began playing with her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, until they were jutting out proudly.
She began to move faster, and leant forward to grasp the Doctor's shoulders as he began to thrust upwards, and Ross watched intently, sliding his hand up and down his own cock at a faster pace in response to what he was seeing.
Martha called out as she came, and then the Doctor gave a deep groan and Ross knew the Time Lord had come too, and then it was his turn.
Ross opened his eyes abruptly and he realised he'd come in his sleep yet again. He looked down at his chest and belly, and cursed under his breath: his dreams about Martha were getting ever more intense.
Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ross, Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Pte Ross Jenkins has another trip in the TARDIS.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: So I looked at the DW Random Pairing Generator again (I was bookmarking the page, okay!) and it coughed up Private Ross Jenkins / Martha Jones / fantasy and then (because I'm clearly a glutton for punishment) I clicked a second time and got Martha Jones / Tenth Doctor / actions speak louder than words and thus a plot was born for a second Ross-centric fic, as was requested by some readers of Actions and Consequences.
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Ross had been sent home two days after his ill-fated trip in the TARDIS, but not before the Doctor had visited to apologise and see how he was. Martha had been there as well, and when the Doctor had offered him a second trip, without the pain or injuries, to make up for the outcome of the first, Ross had glanced at her and seen her nod slightly, as if encouraging him to say yes.
"I'd like that sir," he answered.
"Ross, Ross, Ross, how am I going to cure you of calling me sir?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't know Si- " He broke off before the automatic word came out.
The Time Lord sighed in an exaggerated fashion. "I'll have to see if I can think of something," he said. Then he grinned his manic grin. "Right then, Ross Jenkins, I'll see you when Martha tells me you're fit enough for a trip!" He offered a hand and Ross shook it, smiling at the amusement on Martha's face, which the Doctor couldn't see since she stood to his side and slightly behind him.
Martha had driven him home that afternoon and left him with strict instructions to take things easy or he'd been in serious trouble. She had looked so stern that he'd believed her and resolved to do exactly as she'd told him (even though her strict demeanour had somehow reawakened his crush and he now found himself fantasising about her 'punishing' him).
That had been five days ago, and now he was waiting for Martha and the Doctor to come and collect him for his promised second trip.
* * * * * *
"Right then, Ross!" exclaimed the Doctor as he bounded over to the console and began doing the manic dance around it that Ross had seen him do before. "We are going to have a nice peaceful visit where we can all unwind and relax, and no one is going to get hurt, okay?"
Ross nodded, momentarily too excited to speak.
"Where are we going?" asked Martha, looking serene and beautiful in a short, pale yellow summer dress.
"We, my friends, are going to Florana, one of the universe's most beautiful planets. It's carpeted by perfumed flowers, with seas of warm milk and sand as soft as swan's down. The oceans contain effervescent water, which means the bubbles support you when you're in the water."
"Sounds idyllic," Martha murmured, smiling.
"Sounds like paradise," offered Ross.
"Right then, Private Jenkins, you are a bit over-dressed for a paradise, so why don't you go with Martha, and she'll help you to find something to wear, shorts and a t-shirt, or something," the Doctor said. "And I'll go and sort out a picnic."
Ross looked down at his clothes; he'd worn a smart shirt and trousers, not knowing where they'd be going, and now that the Doctor mentioned it, he did feel a bit out of place.
"Okay."
"Did you see the Wardrobe last time you were here?" Martha asked, holding out a hand to him.
"No," he answered, hesitating to take her hand, but she grabbed his before he could make up his mind what to do.
"Come on then. You'll like this." She tugged gently at his arm and he allowed himself to be led out of the Control Room and through the corridors, taking the first left, the second right, the third left, then straight ahead under the stairs and past the bins, until they reached the fifth door on the left.
"Wow!" he exclaimed when they walked in and he saw the masses of clothes rails, full of a huge variety of clothing.
"Look up," Martha whispered.
Ross looked up and saw there were several more floors, or rather platforms, above them that were reached by spiralling staircases.
"This place is amazing," he breathed. "I do love this ship."
"Isn't it amazing?" she answered, grinning at his wide-eyed expression. "Come on, I reckon there should be something up on the second floor."
He followed her up the spiral staircases, and realised with a jolt that Martha's dress was so short he could almost see her underwear. He tried very hard to push that thought aside, aware that his cock was beginning to stiffen at the thought of seeing whether she preferred to wear a thong or lacy knickers.
"Now then," Martha said, oblivious to the lascivious direction his thoughts had taken, "I think there should be something over in this steamer trunk. She headed towards the trunk in question, which was piled with a heap of what looked like fur rugs and checked picnic blankets.
She looked up at him. "Can you give me a hand shifting these?" she asked.
"Of course."
They each took one end of the pile, and hefted it off and down onto the grilled metal floor, then Martha knelt down to wrestle with the fastenings on the stiff leather straps, and Ross bit back a moan at the sight of her on her knees just in front of him, although she wasn't even looking at him.
She got the trunk open finally and began delving into it, then sat back on her heels with a couple of t-shirts and a pair of shorts in her hands.
"What do you reckon?" she asked, turning to look up at him.
Ross swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how tight his trousers were as his stiffening cock pressed against the material. "I - I - " he stuttered, suddenly incapable of articulating a coherent sentence. All he wanted to do was grab Martha and push her down onto the rugs and blankets, and have her ride him until he screamed with pleasure.
"Ross, are you okay?" she asked in a concerned tone, then her gaze dropped from his face to his groin, and he groaned as he knew she would be able to see how aroused he was.
To his surprise, she didn't look horrified or embarrassed though; instead she smirked a little, then reached up and grabbed his hand, tugging him off balance so that he fell onto the heap of blankets and rugs beside where she still knelt.
"Ross Jenkins, have you been a bad boy?" she purred, reached out to stroke the bulge in his trousers. "I bet you were thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts, weren't you, seeing me down on my knees."
"Oh god!" he gasped.
"Are you a bad boy?" she asked.
"Ye-yes!" he hissed as she unfastened his trousers.
"Then I shall have to punish you, won't I?" Her voice was low and sultry, and Ross groaned deeply in response to both her tone and the first electric touch of her small hand on his enormously swollen cock.
She quickly tugged his trousers down to his ankles, then yanked off his shoes before dragging his trousers off as well.
"And you go commando, too," she purred, "so you're always ready for action. I like that in a man."
"M-Martha, I - "
"Shh. No need to say anything," Martha assured him, stroking his cock in a maddeningly slow fashion from base to tip and back again.
Ross moaned; he was terrified that he was going to explode in her hand and he didn't want to do that.
"It's okay, lover boy," she said softly. "You're not going to come just yet." She squeezed the base of his cock firmly, then dipped her head to plant a little kiss on the tip, before shifting to straddle him.
He watched, wide-eyed, as she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the thatch of dark curls between her legs, before she guided his length inside herself.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" He clutched her hips as she sank down slowly until he was buried to the hilt.
Martha smirked at him. "I bet you didn't know I went commando too, eh?"
"Fuck, no!" he exclaimed: she was hot, wet and tight, and it felt absolutely exquisite to have her heat wrapped around his hardness. He'd been expecting to see underwear just now, not her beautiful dark skin.
"Did you bring your beret?" she asked, surprising him.
"What?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your uniform beret, have you got it with you?"
"No."
"Pity." Her expression, which had darkened, brightened again. "I know." She closed her eyes and whispered something he couldn't understand, and then Ross yelped as a red UNIT beret landed on his chest.
She grinned at him, then tilted her head back and, looking up at the ceiling, called "Thank you!"
The next moment Dr Martha Jones was naked, apart from a red beret that was perched at a rakish angle on her dark hair.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," she told him in a very matter-of-fact manner.
"Please," he begged desperately.
Ross hung onto Martha's hips, feeling completely amazed by the turn of events, and watching in astonishment as she rode him hard, her hands roaming up and down her body, teasing her nipples to hardness, and stroking across her flat belly. Then she began sucking on her right index finger, lapping her tongue around the tip, and he felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Ma-Martha, I'm going to come," he managed to warn her.
"I know you are," she answered, her tone confident and assured. She squeezed his cock with her muscles. "Come for me, big boy."
Ross cried out as he emptied himself into her.
"So this is where you two got to," said a voice, startling Ross into a yelp as he realised that the Doctor was leaning against one of the support struts near the staircase and watching the two of them. He wondered how long the Time Lord had been there and noticed that his hands were in his trouser pockets, the material of which was pulled tight, clearly showing that he was aroused by what he'd witnessed.
"I'm sorry, I - " Ross started to apologise.
"Why are you sorry?" interrupted the Doctor. "I do hope you're not sorry about having made love to a beautiful woman?"
There was an intense look on the Time Lord's face and Ross hastened to explain. "No, I just meant I was sorry because, well, I thought you and Martha were - " He broke off as Martha snorted rather rudely.
"Ross, the Doctor and I aren't a couple. We've never shagged or anything, well, he kissed me once, but that was just a genetic transfer so it doesn't count. He doesn't fancy me."
His eyebrows rose and he looked from Martha to the Doctor, and back again. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. The Time Lord hadn't moved from his spot, and it seemed fairly obvious to Ross that he was looking at Martha with a mixture of longing and lust.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at the Doctor, which elicited a quiet moan from him as he caught a glimpse of her breasts.
Then she turned and looked down at Ross. "I don't know, he might be more interested in shagging you than me," she said, smiling saucily down at the young man.
Ross' eyes widened in surprise and his mouth hung open. "Me?" he squeaked.
"Yes, you," Martha answered. "You're an attractive young man after all."
The Doctor crossed the space between them and knelt behind Martha, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, then he bent his head and nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver and moan. Ross was acutely aware of the fact that his cock was still inside her and that he was becoming aroused by the sight of the Time Lord teasing Martha's nipples and licking her neck.
Her eyes, which had closed when the Doctor had first began touching her, suddenly opened and she gave him a wicked grin.
"Enjoying the view, are you?" she asked, shifting her hips slightly, making it obvious that she was aware of his growing arousal.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Have you ever watched two other people making love?" Martha asked.
"No. Well - " He broke off, blushing so hard his face was the same colour as the beret that Martha still wore.
"You've watched porn films?" she suggested.
"Yes," he answered.
She turned her head, pulling her neck away from the Doctor's nuzzling. "What do you reckon?" she asked the Time Lord. "Shall we give him his own private viewing?"
The Doctor lifted his head to look down at the young man sprawled below his companion. "Oh yes," he answered simply.
He lifted Martha up, causing her and Ross to whimper slightly at the loss of contact.
"Move some of the rugs over, will you Ross?" the Doctor asked, nodding to the empty space next to where the young man lay.
He struggled up, momentarily finding it hard to move; his legs still felt like jelly after his intense orgasm. He grabbed an armful of the rugs and moved them next to the first pile.
"Is that enough?" he asked. He was feeling slightly nervous about the situation: although he was aroused by the idea of watching Martha and the Doctor, he also felt as if he shouldn't intrude, especially when this was their first time together.
The Doctor nodded distractedly, more than half his attention on Martha, who was slowly undressing him, kissing and nipping at his skin as she bared it. Once he was naked, she turned around and beckoned to Ross, her bottom pressed firmly against the Time Lord's erection.
"You're still over-dressed," she told Ross.
"I know, but you didn't exactly give me a chance to finish undressing before," he said shyly.
Martha smirked at him, then gave him the same treatment as the Doctor, kissing and nipping at his skin as she unbuttoned his shirt and Ross whimpered, feeling his arousal growing again.
He noticed that the Doctor had a firm hold of Martha's hips and there was a blissful look on his face as she wriggled against him.
"Now lie down and watch," she said. She reached down and cupped his erection. "I want you to wank while we fuck."
Ross groaned at her words. "Oh god Martha!"
She gave him another wicked grin, then turned around again. "Now then," she purred to the Doctor, "how do you want me?"
"Every which way I can," growled the Time Lord. He sank down onto the pile of rugs, pulling her down with him and immediately began kissing her hungrily.
Ross watched avidly, lightly stroking himself, as the Doctor rolled onto his back and Martha promptly straddled him. She positioned herself so that the tip of his cock was brushing her entrance, then she looked down into the Time Lord's eyes, her own full of her desire.
"Ready?" she asked.
He clasped her hips and nodded, and Martha guided him inside herself, both of them moaning at the sensations. The Doctor's cock was slightly bigger and thicker than Ross', but it was also cooler, just like the rest of his body, and it felt very good.
When he was buried to the hilt inside her, she rocked gently backwards and forwards, her eyes half closed in pleasure.
As both men watched, Martha's hands drifted up her body, skimming her sides until she reached her breasts; she began playing with her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, until they were jutting out proudly.
She began to move faster, and leant forward to grasp the Doctor's shoulders as he began to thrust upwards, and Ross watched intently, sliding his hand up and down his own cock at a faster pace in response to what he was seeing.
Martha called out as she came, and then the Doctor gave a deep groan and Ross knew the Time Lord had come too, and then it was his turn.
Ross opened his eyes abruptly and he realised he'd come in his sleep yet again. He looked down at his chest and belly, and cursed under his breath: his dreams about Martha were getting ever more intense.