To The South and West
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Title: To The South and West
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor has a little obsession about Martha.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic is part of my occasional Martha/Nine series of fics and is set between Fish and Chips and Play. I wrote this fic for the smith_n_jones fic challenge. The prompt (from headspin_x) was Nine/Martha, just west of her spine.
Thanks to fourzoas for the beta, the suggestions for the title, and general awesomeness!
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Martha surfaced from her post-coital nap to the sensation of a tongue on her back somewhere south of her shoulder blades.
"John?" she asked sleepily.
"Mmm?" he murmured against her skin, causing a pleasant tingling sensation.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "And don't say 'licking you', because that much is obvious." She would have liked to roll over onto her back so she could see his face, but his strong hands held her firmly in place, one on each hip, the tips of his fingers moving gently against her skin.
She felt him lift his head so that his chin rested on the spot he'd been licking, just west of her spine.
"I like that spot," he said softly.
"Why that one in particular?" Martha wondered.
He grunted. "Don't know, just do."
He began lapping at her skin again, drawing patterns that she couldn't decipher with the tip of his tongue, but he moved his right hand off her hip and began stroking her inner thighs with his fingertips.
Martha made an indeterminate noise of approval and shifted her legs so that he could reach higher.
"Nice," he murmured in an approving tone as his hand shifted so that he could circle her entrance with firm strokes.
"More, please," she asked as she felt her arousal beginning to coil in her belly and groin.
"Hold on," John said quietly. He removed his hand, causing her to whimper, and lifted her hips, raising her onto her knees. "That's better."
Martha murmured agreement as his hand slid back between her thighs, and began stroking her more firmly, his tongue still moving across the skin of her back. She sighed in pleasure when he pushed two fingers inside her and began to stroke, press, and twist them, building her arousal even higher until her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers and she gasped his name.
"Very nice," he murmured, finally moving his mouth from her back. He slid his fingers out of her and helped her to turn over onto her back.
"You're a strange bloke," Martha observed as he held out his sticky fingers towards her.
He raised his eyebrows, then moaned as she mouthed one of his fingers, her tongue sliding sensuously up and down before she flicked his fingertip. She grinned at him, then repeated the process with his second finger, causing him to growl in the back of his throat.
"What were you drawing on my back just now?" she asked, curiosity bright in her eyes.
"Oh nothing in particular," he answered, dropping his gaze to stroke a finger over the tattoo on her belly. He couldn't tell her that he'd been writing both their names in Gallifreyan; she'd want to know what Gallifreyan was, and he still wasn't yet ready to tell her that he was a time-travelling alien. The time he spent with Martha represented the kind of normality he hadn't had since the days when Susan had been attending Coal Hill School, and after all the trauma of the Time War he was desperate for the occasional bit of normality. In a way, he liked pretending that he was just an ordinary bloke with an ordinary job, and a gorgeous girlfriend (whom he was quite sure was far from ordinary).
Martha lifted her torso up off the bed so she could reach to run her hand up his right thigh as he knelt beside her. "Why so thoughtful, John?" she asked.
"Sorry," he said softly. "Just thinking about something."
"What?"
He shrugged. "Just, you know, stuff."
She smiled up at him.
"What?" he asked, puzzled by the smile.
"I see you're just like other men, bad at talking about 'stuff'," she said, teasing him a little.
He opened his mouth to retort, then closed it again, realising that she did have a point, even if he wasn't quite like other men and his reasons for holding back were slightly different to theirs.
"I was thinking about you, how lucky I am that I've got you in my life." It was his turn to smile when she ducked her head, clearly embarrassed by his words.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"No, thank you," he said with gentle insistence. He lifted her chin and leaned forward to kiss her, and she wrapped an arm around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Then she reached down with her free hand to run a finger up and down his hard length, causing him to moan into her mouth.
Martha shifted position, straddling his thighs and planting her feet on the bed behind where he knelt, then guided him inside herself as she held one of his shoulders.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he answered breathlessly. He put his arms around her waist to hold her steady and she wrapped both her arms around his shoulders as he began to thrust.
"That feels good," she murmured.
"Mmm." John was too busy nuzzling the side of her neck for a more coherent response and she couldn't help smiling; he really did have a thing for her neck, not that she minded, of course.
After they both reached their climax, Martha allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed, and John moved to lie beside her, using the fingertips of his left hand to stroke idle patterns across her dark skin.
"Okay?" he asked softly.
"Better than okay," she answered sleepily.
"Good." He ducked his head and kissed her gently. "Go to sleep if you want."
"I shouldn't really," she answered. "Bad to sleep in the day."
"Depends how much sleep you're going to get that night," he teased.
She raised an eyebrow at that. "You're planning on staying tonight?"
He looked nervous suddenly. "If that's okay," he said. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm just presuming it'll be okay."
"I'd be delighted," she answered with a soft smile.
He grinned with delight. "Thank you." He lowered his head to kiss her. "So are you going to take that nap, then?"
"Think I might, yeah."
He nodded, then sat up. "I just need to go to the bathroom," he said.
"Okay." Martha watched him go, thinking that she was lucky to have him in her life, never mind the other way around.
As he washed his hands, the Doctor felt glad that he'd told Rose he'd pick her up again in the morning; he hadn't definitely planned on spending the night with Martha, but he had thought that Rose would prefer a night at home with her mother after seeing the end of her world since she'd seemed so upset about it.
When he returned to Martha's room, she was curled up asleep, and he climbed onto the bed carefully, pulling the duvet up over them both before spooning up with her. It wouldn't hurt him to have a little nap, either, he decided; the evening was still young, after all.
It was as he slid his arms around Martha's torso that he felt her heartbeat, which lay just west of her spine, a generous and loving heart which had embraced him and made him feel welcome, easing a little of his loneliness. He couldn't help hoping that he never did anything to make her feel less generous or welcoming towards him.
Title: To The South and West
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor has a little obsession about Martha.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic is part of my occasional Martha/Nine series of fics and is set between Fish and Chips and Play. I wrote this fic for the smith_n_jones fic challenge. The prompt (from headspin_x) was Nine/Martha, just west of her spine.
Thanks to fourzoas for the beta, the suggestions for the title, and general awesomeness!
~~~~~~
Martha surfaced from her post-coital nap to the sensation of a tongue on her back somewhere south of her shoulder blades.
"John?" she asked sleepily.
"Mmm?" he murmured against her skin, causing a pleasant tingling sensation.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "And don't say 'licking you', because that much is obvious." She would have liked to roll over onto her back so she could see his face, but his strong hands held her firmly in place, one on each hip, the tips of his fingers moving gently against her skin.
She felt him lift his head so that his chin rested on the spot he'd been licking, just west of her spine.
"I like that spot," he said softly.
"Why that one in particular?" Martha wondered.
He grunted. "Don't know, just do."
He began lapping at her skin again, drawing patterns that she couldn't decipher with the tip of his tongue, but he moved his right hand off her hip and began stroking her inner thighs with his fingertips.
Martha made an indeterminate noise of approval and shifted her legs so that he could reach higher.
"Nice," he murmured in an approving tone as his hand shifted so that he could circle her entrance with firm strokes.
"More, please," she asked as she felt her arousal beginning to coil in her belly and groin.
"Hold on," John said quietly. He removed his hand, causing her to whimper, and lifted her hips, raising her onto her knees. "That's better."
Martha murmured agreement as his hand slid back between her thighs, and began stroking her more firmly, his tongue still moving across the skin of her back. She sighed in pleasure when he pushed two fingers inside her and began to stroke, press, and twist them, building her arousal even higher until her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers and she gasped his name.
"Very nice," he murmured, finally moving his mouth from her back. He slid his fingers out of her and helped her to turn over onto her back.
"You're a strange bloke," Martha observed as he held out his sticky fingers towards her.
He raised his eyebrows, then moaned as she mouthed one of his fingers, her tongue sliding sensuously up and down before she flicked his fingertip. She grinned at him, then repeated the process with his second finger, causing him to growl in the back of his throat.
"What were you drawing on my back just now?" she asked, curiosity bright in her eyes.
"Oh nothing in particular," he answered, dropping his gaze to stroke a finger over the tattoo on her belly. He couldn't tell her that he'd been writing both their names in Gallifreyan; she'd want to know what Gallifreyan was, and he still wasn't yet ready to tell her that he was a time-travelling alien. The time he spent with Martha represented the kind of normality he hadn't had since the days when Susan had been attending Coal Hill School, and after all the trauma of the Time War he was desperate for the occasional bit of normality. In a way, he liked pretending that he was just an ordinary bloke with an ordinary job, and a gorgeous girlfriend (whom he was quite sure was far from ordinary).
Martha lifted her torso up off the bed so she could reach to run her hand up his right thigh as he knelt beside her. "Why so thoughtful, John?" she asked.
"Sorry," he said softly. "Just thinking about something."
"What?"
He shrugged. "Just, you know, stuff."
She smiled up at him.
"What?" he asked, puzzled by the smile.
"I see you're just like other men, bad at talking about 'stuff'," she said, teasing him a little.
He opened his mouth to retort, then closed it again, realising that she did have a point, even if he wasn't quite like other men and his reasons for holding back were slightly different to theirs.
"I was thinking about you, how lucky I am that I've got you in my life." It was his turn to smile when she ducked her head, clearly embarrassed by his words.
"Thank you," she murmured.
"No, thank you," he said with gentle insistence. He lifted her chin and leaned forward to kiss her, and she wrapped an arm around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Then she reached down with her free hand to run a finger up and down his hard length, causing him to moan into her mouth.
Martha shifted position, straddling his thighs and planting her feet on the bed behind where he knelt, then guided him inside herself as she held one of his shoulders.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he answered breathlessly. He put his arms around her waist to hold her steady and she wrapped both her arms around his shoulders as he began to thrust.
"That feels good," she murmured.
"Mmm." John was too busy nuzzling the side of her neck for a more coherent response and she couldn't help smiling; he really did have a thing for her neck, not that she minded, of course.
After they both reached their climax, Martha allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed, and John moved to lie beside her, using the fingertips of his left hand to stroke idle patterns across her dark skin.
"Okay?" he asked softly.
"Better than okay," she answered sleepily.
"Good." He ducked his head and kissed her gently. "Go to sleep if you want."
"I shouldn't really," she answered. "Bad to sleep in the day."
"Depends how much sleep you're going to get that night," he teased.
She raised an eyebrow at that. "You're planning on staying tonight?"
He looked nervous suddenly. "If that's okay," he said. "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm just presuming it'll be okay."
"I'd be delighted," she answered with a soft smile.
He grinned with delight. "Thank you." He lowered his head to kiss her. "So are you going to take that nap, then?"
"Think I might, yeah."
He nodded, then sat up. "I just need to go to the bathroom," he said.
"Okay." Martha watched him go, thinking that she was lucky to have him in her life, never mind the other way around.
As he washed his hands, the Doctor felt glad that he'd told Rose he'd pick her up again in the morning; he hadn't definitely planned on spending the night with Martha, but he had thought that Rose would prefer a night at home with her mother after seeing the end of her world since she'd seemed so upset about it.
When he returned to Martha's room, she was curled up asleep, and he climbed onto the bed carefully, pulling the duvet up over them both before spooning up with her. It wouldn't hurt him to have a little nap, either, he decided; the evening was still young, after all.
It was as he slid his arms around Martha's torso that he felt her heartbeat, which lay just west of her spine, a generous and loving heart which had embraced him and made him feel welcome, easing a little of his loneliness. He couldn't help hoping that he never did anything to make her feel less generous or welcoming towards him.