Christmas in Prison
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Title: Christmas in Prison
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha are stuck in prison over Christmas and have to find ways to pass the time.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This ficlet was written for the second smith_n_jones Porn Battle. The prompt was Ten/Martha - Ways to pass the time when you're imprisoned. As it ran away from me a bit, I figured I'd make a separate post. The shorter ficlets will go up in a 'collected ficlets' post.
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"Well, I Spy is out of the question," Martha observed, looking around the bare stone cell. "The only two things in here both begin with a B."
"Not strictly true," the Doctor answered, turning around from his examination of the lock on the door. "Neither of us begins with B, and there's also the window, floor, ceiling and walls." He turned back to the lock and Martha couldn't help sticking her tongue out at him, so frustrated was she by their situation.
"Don't stick your tongue at me Martha Jones, it's undignified, not to mention childish."
She only snorted in response as she flopped down onto the bed. "I suppose we should be grateful this mattress isn't simply a sack of straw," she observed.
The Doctor turned again, peering at her over the top of his glasses. "There we go, then," he said genially. "That's a plus."
"It's the only plus!" she scoffed. "They took your coat, including your sonic screwdriver and your lock picks, and I don't know what besides. And we'll be stuck here over Christmas until the court begins sitting again in three days."
He turned away from the door and crossed the cell to sit beside her. "I know it's not the most ideal way to spend Christmas," he began, "but - "
Martha glowered. "It's the least ideal," she said crossly. "You offered me a chance to spend the Christmas break with you, travelling, to make up for the shitty few months I've been having, and what happens? First place we arrive, you go and break some obscure law, and we get locked up!"
She blinked fiercely and he realised she was close to tears.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. He leant his shoulder against hers. "Really and truly sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," she said with a gulp.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
"For shouting at you," she answered.
He kissed her forehead. "I don't mind," he assured her. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
After a moment she snaked her arms around his middle and he shifted to rest his chin on the top of her head.
"Why don't you have a nap?" he suggested. "You must be worn out after being chased all that way."
As if his words were a cue, Martha yawned hugely. "I guess it's one way to pass the time," she answered.
He smirked, unseen. "I can think of other ways," the Doctor said. "But let's start with a nap."
She let go of him, albeit reluctantly, and he got up to give her room to stretch out on the bed. It was a surprisingly solid wooden frame with a reasonably comfortable mattress, which was a definite blessing, the Doctor thought - he'd been in cells with beds that consisted of a sack of mouldy straw on a filthy stone floor.
"Here," he said, slipping off his blue suit jacket and bundling it up. "Use this for a pillow."
"Thanks," she mumbled, her eyes already closing.
* * * * * *
When Martha woke a couple of hours later the cell was in almost total darkness, only the faint gleam of a moon obscured by clouds offered any light, so it took her a moment to realise that the Doctor was lying alongside her on the bed.
"Doctor?" she whispered, surprised and unnerved by the fact he was lying beside her, given how little he slept usually.
"Hello Martha Jones," he said softly, turning his head towards her. "Feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you. How come you're lying down - you're not feeling sick, are you?" she asked in sudden alarm.
He chuckled quietly. "No, I'm feeling fine. But once it got dark there wasn't a lot to see and even less to do. I can move if you prefer."
"No," she answered quickly, shifting closer and putting her head on his right shoulder.
He smiled in the darkness, then put his arm around her. They lay quietly for several minutes, and then Martha became aware that the Doctor's right arm had drifted so that his hand was stroking up and down her side underneath her t-shirt. After a little while longer his hand shifted higher and she felt her nipples stiffening in anticipation as his fingertips circled closer and closer to her breast; she wondered if he was aware of the fact that she habitually didn't wear a bra.
Before his hand reached her breast it began moving back down her body and he began circling her navel and she felt a rush of desire. She wondered if he was waiting for her to make some sort of objection: if so, he'd wait a long time; now he'd started this, she didn't want him to stop touching her.
As if he'd read her mind, he spoke quietly in the darkness. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she gasped quickly. "Please - don't."
She felt him exhale and realised that he'd been holding his breath since his hand had started wandering.
His long, clever fingers unbuttoned her trousers with a quick flick, and then slipped inside towards her heated core. He slid the tip of his middle finger down the length of her entrance, pressing the silk of her knickers tightly against her skin and she jerked hard, her body reacting to his sensuous touch.
Martha allowed herself to fall backwards until she lay flat on the mattress. The Doctor bent his head and whispered in her ear.
"There are other ways to make the time pass, besides sleeping." His breath tickled against her skin and she couldn't help a small whimper escaping. He delicately traced the shape of her ear with the tip of his tongue as he pulled his right hand out of her trousers and slid the left one in instead. This time Martha moaned lightly. "I take it you're not going to object?"
"N-n-no," she agreed, a shiver of pleasure shaking her.
"Good." He nuzzled the crook of her neck as his fingers pushed aside the material of her knickers and began tracing around her entrance.
As his fingers slipped inside her, his lips traced a path from her neck across her face until he could slip his tongue into her mouth. As she writhed under the onslaught of sensations she became aware that he was hard against her leg, and she grew slick in response.
He brought her to a shuddering climax that left her gasping on the bed. "Okay?" he asked, withdrawing his fingers; she almost whimpered at the loss until she realised he was pulling her trousers and knickers down.
"Yes," she hissed.
He left her trousers and knickers around her ankles, then knelt on the bed beside her to unfasten his own trousers. The moon obliging chose that moment to sail out from behind the clouds, and Martha got a good view of his state of arousal before he moved his body over hers.
She moaned in pleasure as he pushed inside her slick heat, then moaned a second time when he pushed the bottom of her t-shirt up and lowered his mouth to her right breast. Martha's hands fisted into the mattress as he began to move, slowly at first, inside her; then he bit gently on her nipple and she jerked on the bed.
"Mmm, that's nice," he mumbled against her flesh. "You know you look gorgeous by moonlight."
"Thank you," she muttered, distracted by her impending orgasm as he bit down on her other nipple.
Martha came twice more before the Doctor spent himself, and then he rolled over on the bed, taking her with him, and she felt grateful for the fact that the bed wasn't too narrow to make such a manoeuvre possible.
"Who needs I Spy?" she murmured, kissing his Adam's apple.
He gave a lascivious chuckle. "Not us, at any rate," he answered, then moaned when Martha's teeth scraped over the skin of his throat.
* * * * * *
When the six-tentacled guard escorted the Time Lord and his companion before the judge, he reflected that he'd seldom seen two prisoners looking so relaxed and at ease.
"I hope you're not planning on taking me anywhere else," Martha said as they left the court after the Doctor had been acquitted.
"Only to bed aboard the TARDIS," he answered, smirking.
"That's good."
Title: Christmas in Prison
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha are stuck in prison over Christmas and have to find ways to pass the time.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This ficlet was written for the second smith_n_jones Porn Battle. The prompt was Ten/Martha - Ways to pass the time when you're imprisoned. As it ran away from me a bit, I figured I'd make a separate post. The shorter ficlets will go up in a 'collected ficlets' post.
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"Well, I Spy is out of the question," Martha observed, looking around the bare stone cell. "The only two things in here both begin with a B."
"Not strictly true," the Doctor answered, turning around from his examination of the lock on the door. "Neither of us begins with B, and there's also the window, floor, ceiling and walls." He turned back to the lock and Martha couldn't help sticking her tongue out at him, so frustrated was she by their situation.
"Don't stick your tongue at me Martha Jones, it's undignified, not to mention childish."
She only snorted in response as she flopped down onto the bed. "I suppose we should be grateful this mattress isn't simply a sack of straw," she observed.
The Doctor turned again, peering at her over the top of his glasses. "There we go, then," he said genially. "That's a plus."
"It's the only plus!" she scoffed. "They took your coat, including your sonic screwdriver and your lock picks, and I don't know what besides. And we'll be stuck here over Christmas until the court begins sitting again in three days."
He turned away from the door and crossed the cell to sit beside her. "I know it's not the most ideal way to spend Christmas," he began, "but - "
Martha glowered. "It's the least ideal," she said crossly. "You offered me a chance to spend the Christmas break with you, travelling, to make up for the shitty few months I've been having, and what happens? First place we arrive, you go and break some obscure law, and we get locked up!"
She blinked fiercely and he realised she was close to tears.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. He leant his shoulder against hers. "Really and truly sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," she said with a gulp.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked.
"For shouting at you," she answered.
He kissed her forehead. "I don't mind," he assured her. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
After a moment she snaked her arms around his middle and he shifted to rest his chin on the top of her head.
"Why don't you have a nap?" he suggested. "You must be worn out after being chased all that way."
As if his words were a cue, Martha yawned hugely. "I guess it's one way to pass the time," she answered.
He smirked, unseen. "I can think of other ways," the Doctor said. "But let's start with a nap."
She let go of him, albeit reluctantly, and he got up to give her room to stretch out on the bed. It was a surprisingly solid wooden frame with a reasonably comfortable mattress, which was a definite blessing, the Doctor thought - he'd been in cells with beds that consisted of a sack of mouldy straw on a filthy stone floor.
"Here," he said, slipping off his blue suit jacket and bundling it up. "Use this for a pillow."
"Thanks," she mumbled, her eyes already closing.
* * * * * *
When Martha woke a couple of hours later the cell was in almost total darkness, only the faint gleam of a moon obscured by clouds offered any light, so it took her a moment to realise that the Doctor was lying alongside her on the bed.
"Doctor?" she whispered, surprised and unnerved by the fact he was lying beside her, given how little he slept usually.
"Hello Martha Jones," he said softly, turning his head towards her. "Feeling better?"
"Yes, thank you. How come you're lying down - you're not feeling sick, are you?" she asked in sudden alarm.
He chuckled quietly. "No, I'm feeling fine. But once it got dark there wasn't a lot to see and even less to do. I can move if you prefer."
"No," she answered quickly, shifting closer and putting her head on his right shoulder.
He smiled in the darkness, then put his arm around her. They lay quietly for several minutes, and then Martha became aware that the Doctor's right arm had drifted so that his hand was stroking up and down her side underneath her t-shirt. After a little while longer his hand shifted higher and she felt her nipples stiffening in anticipation as his fingertips circled closer and closer to her breast; she wondered if he was aware of the fact that she habitually didn't wear a bra.
Before his hand reached her breast it began moving back down her body and he began circling her navel and she felt a rush of desire. She wondered if he was waiting for her to make some sort of objection: if so, he'd wait a long time; now he'd started this, she didn't want him to stop touching her.
As if he'd read her mind, he spoke quietly in the darkness. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she gasped quickly. "Please - don't."
She felt him exhale and realised that he'd been holding his breath since his hand had started wandering.
His long, clever fingers unbuttoned her trousers with a quick flick, and then slipped inside towards her heated core. He slid the tip of his middle finger down the length of her entrance, pressing the silk of her knickers tightly against her skin and she jerked hard, her body reacting to his sensuous touch.
Martha allowed herself to fall backwards until she lay flat on the mattress. The Doctor bent his head and whispered in her ear.
"There are other ways to make the time pass, besides sleeping." His breath tickled against her skin and she couldn't help a small whimper escaping. He delicately traced the shape of her ear with the tip of his tongue as he pulled his right hand out of her trousers and slid the left one in instead. This time Martha moaned lightly. "I take it you're not going to object?"
"N-n-no," she agreed, a shiver of pleasure shaking her.
"Good." He nuzzled the crook of her neck as his fingers pushed aside the material of her knickers and began tracing around her entrance.
As his fingers slipped inside her, his lips traced a path from her neck across her face until he could slip his tongue into her mouth. As she writhed under the onslaught of sensations she became aware that he was hard against her leg, and she grew slick in response.
He brought her to a shuddering climax that left her gasping on the bed. "Okay?" he asked, withdrawing his fingers; she almost whimpered at the loss until she realised he was pulling her trousers and knickers down.
"Yes," she hissed.
He left her trousers and knickers around her ankles, then knelt on the bed beside her to unfasten his own trousers. The moon obliging chose that moment to sail out from behind the clouds, and Martha got a good view of his state of arousal before he moved his body over hers.
She moaned in pleasure as he pushed inside her slick heat, then moaned a second time when he pushed the bottom of her t-shirt up and lowered his mouth to her right breast. Martha's hands fisted into the mattress as he began to move, slowly at first, inside her; then he bit gently on her nipple and she jerked on the bed.
"Mmm, that's nice," he mumbled against her flesh. "You know you look gorgeous by moonlight."
"Thank you," she muttered, distracted by her impending orgasm as he bit down on her other nipple.
Martha came twice more before the Doctor spent himself, and then he rolled over on the bed, taking her with him, and she felt grateful for the fact that the bed wasn't too narrow to make such a manoeuvre possible.
"Who needs I Spy?" she murmured, kissing his Adam's apple.
He gave a lascivious chuckle. "Not us, at any rate," he answered, then moaned when Martha's teeth scraped over the skin of his throat.
* * * * * *
When the six-tentacled guard escorted the Time Lord and his companion before the judge, he reflected that he'd seldom seen two prisoners looking so relaxed and at ease.
"I hope you're not planning on taking me anywhere else," Martha said as they left the court after the Doctor had been acquitted.
"Only to bed aboard the TARDIS," he answered, smirking.
"That's good."