Porn Battle Ficlets
Who_Daily Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/298402.html">Porn Battle Ficlets by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Doctor (various incarnations) | Rating: PG-13 - NC-17 | Spoilers: None)
Title: Porn Battle Ficlets
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Eight; Martha/Nine; Martha/Ten
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha enjoy some fun and games.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a collection of the short ficlets that were written for the smith_n_jones Porn Battle.
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Eight/Martha, in the future, jelly babies are a potent aphrodisiac.
"Doctor," Martha said, looking at the two jelly babies in her hand.
"Mmm?" queried the Time Lord through a mouthful of several more.
"These jelly babies, they're not from 21st century Earth, are they?"
He swallowed. "Um, no?" He gave her a grin that was a strange mixture of sheepishness and naughtiness. "They're from the 32nd century."
"Would I be right in thinking they're aphrodisiacs?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
"What led you to that deduction, Dr Jones?" he queried, bright blue eyes now sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, just the fact that you've undressed me as far as my knickers, and you're only wearing your trousers, and this," she added, cupping the hard bulge at his groin.
He smirked. "Well done, Dr Jones. Full marks for deduction and observation."
Martha returned his smirk. "So - do I get anything for scoring top marks?"
"Oh definitely," he murmured, pushing her backwards onto the soft, pale blue grass where they'd been picnicking. He removed her knickers, then his trousers, then knelt between her legs.
"Oh good," she purred.
* * * * * *
Ten/Martha - Ten brushes her hair.
Martha stepped out of the tiny bathroom in their tiny flat and crossed to the dressing table in the bedroom, peering into the grimy mirror as she dried her hair.
"Martha?" called the Doctor from the sitting room. "Are you decent?"
"Yeah." She turned towards the bedroom door, looking up at the Time Lord who was in shirtsleeves and without his tie. He was also wearing his glasses and Martha felt a flush of heat surge through her body.
He crossed to stand by the bed, behind her. "I've finished the Timey-Wimey thing," he said.
"Oh good. So now all we have to do is wait for Billy, yeah?" He nodded in a distracted fashion. "What?" she asked, as she pulled the towel from her head and reached for her brush.
"Nothing," he answered quickly. "Can I?" He gestured at her hairbrush.
Martha raised her eyebrows, surprised and puzzled. "You're offering to brush my hair?" she checked.
He nodded, and she gave a half shrug, then passed him the brush. He settled himself cross-legged on the bed behind her (the room was that small) and clasped her left shoulder gently, then began to carefully brush her hair.
Martha closed her eyes and savoured the soothing strokes of the brush through her hair. It had been a frantic day - Saturdays usually were, she'd discovered - and she'd been on her feet constantly from arriving at the shop to leaving it; lunch had been a sandwich snatched on the run and half a cold cup of tea.
"I wish we could afford a take-away," she said, "I don't really feel like standing and cooking tonight."
"So don't," the Doctor answered.
She opened her eyes and looked at him in the mirror. "I have to, if we're going to eat tonight."
He shook his head. "I've got enough tip money from the DIY jobs I've been doing locally that we can afford to indulge tonight, at least."
"Did I ever tell you how much I like you?" she asked, then blushed and ducked her head.
"Head up," he said softly, putting his left hand under her chin and raising her head again. "And yes, you've mentioned it a couple of times. I like you, too."
"Thanks," she murmured, feeling desperately embarrassed. She half wanted to pull away, but she thought he'd be upset, so she simply kept her eyes closed.
There was long, not very comfortable silence before the Doctor spoke again. "You know I haven't done this for centuries."
Martha opened her eyes. "You've brushed someone's hair before?" she asked curiously.
He nodded. "My wife. It's considered an intimate thing in Gallifreyan culture, because for us the head is an erogenous zone."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
The Doctor leant forward, both his hands on her shoulders. "Really," he said softly, his breath tickling her hair and her ear.
"Oh!" She took a moment to digest this and then smirked. "Is that why you don't comb your hair?" Then her eyes widened again. "Hang on, I've seen you pulling at your hair when you're excited. Does that mean - "
"Does it mean what, Martha?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Don't you get aroused when you do that?" she asked, pleased at how calm she sounded despite the butterflies in her stomach and the throb between her legs.
"Yes." He reached around her and held out a comb. "Would you like to comb my hair?"
She half turned and reached out to take the comb, then paused, her fingers a mere inch away from accepting it. "Are you sure?" she asked.
He leant forward and brushed a light kiss across her lips, then spoke into her ear. "I've never been surer."
* * * * * *
Half an hour later, as the Doctor moved above her, Martha couldn't help thinking that while a comb was the most unusual prop for sex that she'd ever come across, it was a very fine one.
"You do realise," she gasped, "that I will never be able to look at a comb or hairbrush in the same way?"
He smirked, then lowered his head. "That's the plan," he said, then nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a moan of pleasure before she retaliated by running her hands through his hair, tugging none-too-gently on it.
"Oh yes!" he cried, and she felt his orgasm surge through him. After a moment his long fingers found their way between their bodies so that he could tease her clit and bring her to a climax of her own.
The Doctor fell sideways onto the bed, pulling Martha with him. "Okay?" he asked, kissing both her cheeks in turn.
"Lovely," she answered.
"Good." He kissed her properly and she couldn't help reaching up to ruffle his dishevelled hair, causing him to groan deeply. "Minx," he mumbled.
She smirked. "That's what comes of telling me your secrets," she teased.
"I wish I'd told you before. But I warn you, if you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences."
"I think I'll cope," Martha answered. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it."
* * * * * *
Ten/Martha - Silence in the library.
Martha bit back a gasp of pleasure. "Doctor!" she murmured, sotto voce. She felt his fingers and tongue still, then he pushed her wheeled chair backwards slightly so he could look up at her from under the desk at which she sat.
"Shh," he said, even more softly. "Surely you know the cardinal rule: silence in the library."
He pulled her chair back under the desk and resumed his ministrations, and Martha had to bite down on her knuckles to stop herself crying out when he drove over the brink again and again. As she struggled to keep quiet, she tried to remember what they were meant to be doing in the library of Sinnlig's central city: oh yes, they'd come to collect some books that had found their way here and had to be removed because they had been brought here illegally from the future.
Having remembered that, she then tried to remember how the Doctor had ended up on his knees under the desk with his fingers and tongue working magic on her, but try as she might, nothing was coming back to her.
"Martha, are you ready?"
The Doctor's voice in her ear and hand on her shoulder distracted her, and she suddenly realised that she'd fallen asleep while waiting for him to return from liberating the books: it was three in the morning local time, and she couldn't actually remember the last time she'd had some sleep.
Damn! she thought crossly, Why did he have to wake me up? And why did it have to be a dream?
She forced herself to her feet, trying not to fall over in her weariness.
The Doctor shifted the pile of books he carried to the crook of his left arm, and wrapped his right around her shoulders. "Come on, Miss Jones, let's get you back to the TARDIS, then you can sleep properly."
They made their way down to the basement and the waiting TARDIS; Martha felt somewhat uncomfortable owing to how aroused she still felt after her dream, and she was glad when the Time Lord unlocked the door of the ship and ushered her inside.
"If you can give me a hand putting these away," he said, indicating with a nod the armful of books he carried, "then we can be on our way."
She wanted to protest, after all, it was his library so he would know the best place to shelve them, but there was a glint in his dark brown eyes that teased her memory, so she acquiesced and let him lead her down the corridors towards the vast spaces of the cathedral-like library.
They shelved the books and then the Doctor turned towards her, that glint back in his eyes. "You seemed to be enjoying your dream," he observed, his voice lower than usual.
"M-m-my dream?" she stuttered.
"Mmm. You were practically whimpering and you were shifting about in the chair." He slid his left hand down her arm, fingertips ghosting over her bare skin, and she had to fight back another whimper. "Were you have a naughty dream?" he asked, his tone positively seductive now.
"Y-yes," she gasped, unable to lie when her body was throbbing with desire.
"I thought so." He ducked his head and lapped at her earlobe. "What were you dreaming Martha Jones?"
She gasped at the touch of his tongue on her skin, feeling sparks of desire shooting through her. "You - you were under the desk, p-pleasuring me with your fingers and tongue," she answered.
"Mmm, nice," he murmured. He took her by the shoulders and steered her backwards towards a nearby desk.
Within moments her dream was being re-enacted - but the reality was even better. What was more, when she cried out in pleasure, he did not urge her to keep her silence in the library.
* * * * * *
Eight/Martha - getting excitable in the park.
"Come on, Martha!" cried the Doctor, catching hold of her hand and running through the park.
"Where's the fire?" she asked, wondering why he was suddenly in such a hurry when they'd been enjoying a quiet stroll just moments ago.
"I'll show you," he answered, blue eyes glinting with an emotion she couldn't name.
She frowned, looking up and around. "I don't see any smoke," she observed.
"No, different kind of fire," he said. He tugged her hand to steer her into a belt of trees along the south side of the park, and she felt glad he'd slowed down to a walk, although it was still no stroll.
"So where's the fire?" she asked.
"Here," he answered, as he led her into a clearing and turned towards her with an expression she could read.
Martha flushed: not only could she see his desire in his eyes, but also elsewhere. He turned towards a pine tree and backed her up against it, pressing his body against hers, and he began to murmur against her skin, nipping and licking at her flesh.
"I want you, Martha," he said softly, grinding his hardness against her.
"Since when?" she gasped.
"Since always," he said. Then he lifted his head and looked deep into her dark eyes. "I may, also, have made matters worse for myself by inhaling the scent of the Algado Deseado flowers."
Martha raised her eyebrows at this, but before she could ask further questions, his mouth was on hers and she felt a flare of desire in response. Questions, she decided, could wait until later, especially when she could feel the Doctor unfastening her jeans one-handed.
She uttered a deep groan of pleasure when he slipped two of his long fingers into her heat and began to drive her towards a climax. As his fingers worked busily inside her, his mouth was equally busy around her face and neck, licking, nipping, sucking and kissing her mouth and skin, and it wasn't long before Martha cried out.
The Doctor pulled his fingers free, then unfastened his own trousers, and moments later she was groaning again as he pushed deep inside her.
"I've - I've never done this before," she told him, gasping between his thrusts.
He stopped and pulled his head back slightly to look at her. "You've never had sex?" he asked doubtfully.
She choked back a laugh. "No, silly. I've never had sex outdoors before, and definitely not up against a tree."
"Mmm, first times are always fun," the Doctor said, resuming his movements.
Martha clutched at his shoulders as she felt another orgasm building throughout her body: it was like watching a huge wave building up before it came rushing into shore, she thought.
Then the wave broke and she tightened her hold on the Time Lord, inside and out, causing him to groan too. She felt his release, which triggered off another orgasm, and couldn't help crying out.
She felt him pull out, then he leant his weight on his hands, his body still close to her as they both tried to catch their breath again.
"I should warn you," he said, "that was only the first wave."
"First wave?" Martha asked, puzzled.
The Doctor gave her a mischievous smile. "The Algado Deseado flowers affect different people in different ways," he said. "With Time Lords, it makes us randy in waves - and that was just the first wave."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do we have time to go somewhere a bit more comfortable before the second wave?"
He shook his head. "Not really." He moved back from her and she watched as he delved into the pocket of his velvet jacket and pulled out a small square of material, which he proceeded to unfolded into a large tartan rug.
He spread it out on the grass, and moments later he was flat on back on the rug, his trousers around his ankles; Martha's jeans were in a heap beside them and she was kneeling over him, guiding his cock back inside herself.
"How many waves?" she asked, sinking down onto him.
"Four," he gasped out. "We'll be here a while yet."
"Not complaining," she answered.
"Good." He clasped her hips and held her steady as she began to ride him.
"You can take me for a walk in the park again," Martha said, grinning down at him.
"Mmm," the Doctor answered. Maybe he'd take some Algado Deseado plants with him when they went back to the TARDIS.
* * * * * *
Nine/Martha, first and last kiss.
The first time the Doctor kissed Martha was after they had just escaped from a bunch of clockwork robots who had been chasing them through London. They had just raced down a small alley as the robots went streaming past, and he pulled her out of sight into a doorway full of empty cardboard boxes.
"Are we - " she began, but got no further when his lips pressed against hers. She clutched his jumper tightly, surprised, but immediately aroused, by the deep kiss he was giving her.
His hands, large and slightly rough-skinned, roamed up and down her back beneath her leather jacket and t-shirt.
"Come on," he said huskily when he finally released her. "Back to the TARDIS."
"What about the robots?" she asked.
He gave her a manic grin. "Oh, I know how to deal with them."
He grabbed her hand and they ran full pelt back the way they had come moments before - the opposite direction to the one in which the robots had gone.
Martha watched from the captain's chair as the Doctor set up a jamming signal, which he then broadcast from the TARDIS; moments later he scooped her up into his arms and carried her through the corridors to her room.
"This is a bit unexpected," she observed as he began to undress her.
"For me, too," he admitted, sliding her jeans and knickers down her legs. He knelt at her feet and pressed his mouth to her core, his fingers digging so hard into her hips that she feared she would have bruises later.
He kissed her as hungrily there as he had kissed her mouth earlier and she gasped, then whimpered as his tongue and teeth teased her to release.
He stood up again and she helped him to undress, tugging his jumper off over his head, then kneeling at his feet once his jeans were off. He unfastened her hair from its spiky do as her mouth worked at his erection, and she felt him teasing her hair free and loose.
"No more," he gasped, pulling her back up to her feet. "I want to come inside you," he told her, then picked her up.
Martha automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning lightly as the blunt head of his cock brushed against the sensitive lips of her pussy. She moaned again when he pushed inside her, filling and stretching her in a very pleasurable way.
She grasped his shoulders tightly as he held her hips and began to thrust. "Wouldn't this be easier lying down?" she asked breathlessly.
"Boring, too," he answered as she began to push herself up and down on his shaft, matching her movements to his.
After they'd both come, he turned and walked them across to the bed, and they finally lay down together.
* * * * * *
The last time the Doctor kissed Martha was in the TARDIS control room; after months of travelling with the Time Lord, she was returning home to finish her studies.
"I'll miss you," he said quietly.
She gave a quiet moan as he pushed deeper inside her. "I'll miss you, too," she answered. "You do realise you've ruined me for other blokes?"
He smirked, then ducked his head to kiss her, his tongue curling sensuously around hers as he continued to thrust.
"Mebbe I'll come back and see you sometimes," he suggested when he pulled his mouth free so she could catch her breath.
"I don't mind if you do," she answered. Not that she really expected him to turn up, but she was touched by the suggestion.
His fingers found her clit and he brought her to a climax, then came himself. They stayed leaning against each other for a few minutes, Martha perched precariously on the edge of the console, then he helped her to get dressed again before tugging on his jumper, jeans, boots and leather jacket.
"Take care of yourself, yeah?" she said, hugging him one last time.
"You too," he answered, returning the hug. He kissed her forehead, then brushed his lips over hers. "Bye Martha Jones, and good luck."
She gave him a sketchy salute, then walked down the ramp and let herself out of the ship. "Goodbye Doctor," she whispered, and gave the door a quick pat. She didn't turn around when the ship dematerialised behind her - she just kept walking.
Title: Porn Battle Ficlets
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Eight; Martha/Nine; Martha/Ten
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha enjoy some fun and games.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a collection of the short ficlets that were written for the smith_n_jones Porn Battle.
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Eight/Martha, in the future, jelly babies are a potent aphrodisiac.
"Doctor," Martha said, looking at the two jelly babies in her hand.
"Mmm?" queried the Time Lord through a mouthful of several more.
"These jelly babies, they're not from 21st century Earth, are they?"
He swallowed. "Um, no?" He gave her a grin that was a strange mixture of sheepishness and naughtiness. "They're from the 32nd century."
"Would I be right in thinking they're aphrodisiacs?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
"What led you to that deduction, Dr Jones?" he queried, bright blue eyes now sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, just the fact that you've undressed me as far as my knickers, and you're only wearing your trousers, and this," she added, cupping the hard bulge at his groin.
He smirked. "Well done, Dr Jones. Full marks for deduction and observation."
Martha returned his smirk. "So - do I get anything for scoring top marks?"
"Oh definitely," he murmured, pushing her backwards onto the soft, pale blue grass where they'd been picnicking. He removed her knickers, then his trousers, then knelt between her legs.
"Oh good," she purred.
* * * * * *
Ten/Martha - Ten brushes her hair.
Martha stepped out of the tiny bathroom in their tiny flat and crossed to the dressing table in the bedroom, peering into the grimy mirror as she dried her hair.
"Martha?" called the Doctor from the sitting room. "Are you decent?"
"Yeah." She turned towards the bedroom door, looking up at the Time Lord who was in shirtsleeves and without his tie. He was also wearing his glasses and Martha felt a flush of heat surge through her body.
He crossed to stand by the bed, behind her. "I've finished the Timey-Wimey thing," he said.
"Oh good. So now all we have to do is wait for Billy, yeah?" He nodded in a distracted fashion. "What?" she asked, as she pulled the towel from her head and reached for her brush.
"Nothing," he answered quickly. "Can I?" He gestured at her hairbrush.
Martha raised her eyebrows, surprised and puzzled. "You're offering to brush my hair?" she checked.
He nodded, and she gave a half shrug, then passed him the brush. He settled himself cross-legged on the bed behind her (the room was that small) and clasped her left shoulder gently, then began to carefully brush her hair.
Martha closed her eyes and savoured the soothing strokes of the brush through her hair. It had been a frantic day - Saturdays usually were, she'd discovered - and she'd been on her feet constantly from arriving at the shop to leaving it; lunch had been a sandwich snatched on the run and half a cold cup of tea.
"I wish we could afford a take-away," she said, "I don't really feel like standing and cooking tonight."
"So don't," the Doctor answered.
She opened her eyes and looked at him in the mirror. "I have to, if we're going to eat tonight."
He shook his head. "I've got enough tip money from the DIY jobs I've been doing locally that we can afford to indulge tonight, at least."
"Did I ever tell you how much I like you?" she asked, then blushed and ducked her head.
"Head up," he said softly, putting his left hand under her chin and raising her head again. "And yes, you've mentioned it a couple of times. I like you, too."
"Thanks," she murmured, feeling desperately embarrassed. She half wanted to pull away, but she thought he'd be upset, so she simply kept her eyes closed.
There was long, not very comfortable silence before the Doctor spoke again. "You know I haven't done this for centuries."
Martha opened her eyes. "You've brushed someone's hair before?" she asked curiously.
He nodded. "My wife. It's considered an intimate thing in Gallifreyan culture, because for us the head is an erogenous zone."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
The Doctor leant forward, both his hands on her shoulders. "Really," he said softly, his breath tickling her hair and her ear.
"Oh!" She took a moment to digest this and then smirked. "Is that why you don't comb your hair?" Then her eyes widened again. "Hang on, I've seen you pulling at your hair when you're excited. Does that mean - "
"Does it mean what, Martha?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Don't you get aroused when you do that?" she asked, pleased at how calm she sounded despite the butterflies in her stomach and the throb between her legs.
"Yes." He reached around her and held out a comb. "Would you like to comb my hair?"
She half turned and reached out to take the comb, then paused, her fingers a mere inch away from accepting it. "Are you sure?" she asked.
He leant forward and brushed a light kiss across her lips, then spoke into her ear. "I've never been surer."
* * * * * *
Half an hour later, as the Doctor moved above her, Martha couldn't help thinking that while a comb was the most unusual prop for sex that she'd ever come across, it was a very fine one.
"You do realise," she gasped, "that I will never be able to look at a comb or hairbrush in the same way?"
He smirked, then lowered his head. "That's the plan," he said, then nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a moan of pleasure before she retaliated by running her hands through his hair, tugging none-too-gently on it.
"Oh yes!" he cried, and she felt his orgasm surge through him. After a moment his long fingers found their way between their bodies so that he could tease her clit and bring her to a climax of her own.
The Doctor fell sideways onto the bed, pulling Martha with him. "Okay?" he asked, kissing both her cheeks in turn.
"Lovely," she answered.
"Good." He kissed her properly and she couldn't help reaching up to ruffle his dishevelled hair, causing him to groan deeply. "Minx," he mumbled.
She smirked. "That's what comes of telling me your secrets," she teased.
"I wish I'd told you before. But I warn you, if you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences."
"I think I'll cope," Martha answered. "In fact, I'm looking forward to it."
* * * * * *
Ten/Martha - Silence in the library.
Martha bit back a gasp of pleasure. "Doctor!" she murmured, sotto voce. She felt his fingers and tongue still, then he pushed her wheeled chair backwards slightly so he could look up at her from under the desk at which she sat.
"Shh," he said, even more softly. "Surely you know the cardinal rule: silence in the library."
He pulled her chair back under the desk and resumed his ministrations, and Martha had to bite down on her knuckles to stop herself crying out when he drove over the brink again and again. As she struggled to keep quiet, she tried to remember what they were meant to be doing in the library of Sinnlig's central city: oh yes, they'd come to collect some books that had found their way here and had to be removed because they had been brought here illegally from the future.
Having remembered that, she then tried to remember how the Doctor had ended up on his knees under the desk with his fingers and tongue working magic on her, but try as she might, nothing was coming back to her.
"Martha, are you ready?"
The Doctor's voice in her ear and hand on her shoulder distracted her, and she suddenly realised that she'd fallen asleep while waiting for him to return from liberating the books: it was three in the morning local time, and she couldn't actually remember the last time she'd had some sleep.
Damn! she thought crossly, Why did he have to wake me up? And why did it have to be a dream?
She forced herself to her feet, trying not to fall over in her weariness.
The Doctor shifted the pile of books he carried to the crook of his left arm, and wrapped his right around her shoulders. "Come on, Miss Jones, let's get you back to the TARDIS, then you can sleep properly."
They made their way down to the basement and the waiting TARDIS; Martha felt somewhat uncomfortable owing to how aroused she still felt after her dream, and she was glad when the Time Lord unlocked the door of the ship and ushered her inside.
"If you can give me a hand putting these away," he said, indicating with a nod the armful of books he carried, "then we can be on our way."
She wanted to protest, after all, it was his library so he would know the best place to shelve them, but there was a glint in his dark brown eyes that teased her memory, so she acquiesced and let him lead her down the corridors towards the vast spaces of the cathedral-like library.
They shelved the books and then the Doctor turned towards her, that glint back in his eyes. "You seemed to be enjoying your dream," he observed, his voice lower than usual.
"M-m-my dream?" she stuttered.
"Mmm. You were practically whimpering and you were shifting about in the chair." He slid his left hand down her arm, fingertips ghosting over her bare skin, and she had to fight back another whimper. "Were you have a naughty dream?" he asked, his tone positively seductive now.
"Y-yes," she gasped, unable to lie when her body was throbbing with desire.
"I thought so." He ducked his head and lapped at her earlobe. "What were you dreaming Martha Jones?"
She gasped at the touch of his tongue on her skin, feeling sparks of desire shooting through her. "You - you were under the desk, p-pleasuring me with your fingers and tongue," she answered.
"Mmm, nice," he murmured. He took her by the shoulders and steered her backwards towards a nearby desk.
Within moments her dream was being re-enacted - but the reality was even better. What was more, when she cried out in pleasure, he did not urge her to keep her silence in the library.
* * * * * *
Eight/Martha - getting excitable in the park.
"Come on, Martha!" cried the Doctor, catching hold of her hand and running through the park.
"Where's the fire?" she asked, wondering why he was suddenly in such a hurry when they'd been enjoying a quiet stroll just moments ago.
"I'll show you," he answered, blue eyes glinting with an emotion she couldn't name.
She frowned, looking up and around. "I don't see any smoke," she observed.
"No, different kind of fire," he said. He tugged her hand to steer her into a belt of trees along the south side of the park, and she felt glad he'd slowed down to a walk, although it was still no stroll.
"So where's the fire?" she asked.
"Here," he answered, as he led her into a clearing and turned towards her with an expression she could read.
Martha flushed: not only could she see his desire in his eyes, but also elsewhere. He turned towards a pine tree and backed her up against it, pressing his body against hers, and he began to murmur against her skin, nipping and licking at her flesh.
"I want you, Martha," he said softly, grinding his hardness against her.
"Since when?" she gasped.
"Since always," he said. Then he lifted his head and looked deep into her dark eyes. "I may, also, have made matters worse for myself by inhaling the scent of the Algado Deseado flowers."
Martha raised her eyebrows at this, but before she could ask further questions, his mouth was on hers and she felt a flare of desire in response. Questions, she decided, could wait until later, especially when she could feel the Doctor unfastening her jeans one-handed.
She uttered a deep groan of pleasure when he slipped two of his long fingers into her heat and began to drive her towards a climax. As his fingers worked busily inside her, his mouth was equally busy around her face and neck, licking, nipping, sucking and kissing her mouth and skin, and it wasn't long before Martha cried out.
The Doctor pulled his fingers free, then unfastened his own trousers, and moments later she was groaning again as he pushed deep inside her.
"I've - I've never done this before," she told him, gasping between his thrusts.
He stopped and pulled his head back slightly to look at her. "You've never had sex?" he asked doubtfully.
She choked back a laugh. "No, silly. I've never had sex outdoors before, and definitely not up against a tree."
"Mmm, first times are always fun," the Doctor said, resuming his movements.
Martha clutched at his shoulders as she felt another orgasm building throughout her body: it was like watching a huge wave building up before it came rushing into shore, she thought.
Then the wave broke and she tightened her hold on the Time Lord, inside and out, causing him to groan too. She felt his release, which triggered off another orgasm, and couldn't help crying out.
She felt him pull out, then he leant his weight on his hands, his body still close to her as they both tried to catch their breath again.
"I should warn you," he said, "that was only the first wave."
"First wave?" Martha asked, puzzled.
The Doctor gave her a mischievous smile. "The Algado Deseado flowers affect different people in different ways," he said. "With Time Lords, it makes us randy in waves - and that was just the first wave."
She raised an eyebrow. "Do we have time to go somewhere a bit more comfortable before the second wave?"
He shook his head. "Not really." He moved back from her and she watched as he delved into the pocket of his velvet jacket and pulled out a small square of material, which he proceeded to unfolded into a large tartan rug.
He spread it out on the grass, and moments later he was flat on back on the rug, his trousers around his ankles; Martha's jeans were in a heap beside them and she was kneeling over him, guiding his cock back inside herself.
"How many waves?" she asked, sinking down onto him.
"Four," he gasped out. "We'll be here a while yet."
"Not complaining," she answered.
"Good." He clasped her hips and held her steady as she began to ride him.
"You can take me for a walk in the park again," Martha said, grinning down at him.
"Mmm," the Doctor answered. Maybe he'd take some Algado Deseado plants with him when they went back to the TARDIS.
* * * * * *
Nine/Martha, first and last kiss.
The first time the Doctor kissed Martha was after they had just escaped from a bunch of clockwork robots who had been chasing them through London. They had just raced down a small alley as the robots went streaming past, and he pulled her out of sight into a doorway full of empty cardboard boxes.
"Are we - " she began, but got no further when his lips pressed against hers. She clutched his jumper tightly, surprised, but immediately aroused, by the deep kiss he was giving her.
His hands, large and slightly rough-skinned, roamed up and down her back beneath her leather jacket and t-shirt.
"Come on," he said huskily when he finally released her. "Back to the TARDIS."
"What about the robots?" she asked.
He gave her a manic grin. "Oh, I know how to deal with them."
He grabbed her hand and they ran full pelt back the way they had come moments before - the opposite direction to the one in which the robots had gone.
Martha watched from the captain's chair as the Doctor set up a jamming signal, which he then broadcast from the TARDIS; moments later he scooped her up into his arms and carried her through the corridors to her room.
"This is a bit unexpected," she observed as he began to undress her.
"For me, too," he admitted, sliding her jeans and knickers down her legs. He knelt at her feet and pressed his mouth to her core, his fingers digging so hard into her hips that she feared she would have bruises later.
He kissed her as hungrily there as he had kissed her mouth earlier and she gasped, then whimpered as his tongue and teeth teased her to release.
He stood up again and she helped him to undress, tugging his jumper off over his head, then kneeling at his feet once his jeans were off. He unfastened her hair from its spiky do as her mouth worked at his erection, and she felt him teasing her hair free and loose.
"No more," he gasped, pulling her back up to her feet. "I want to come inside you," he told her, then picked her up.
Martha automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning lightly as the blunt head of his cock brushed against the sensitive lips of her pussy. She moaned again when he pushed inside her, filling and stretching her in a very pleasurable way.
She grasped his shoulders tightly as he held her hips and began to thrust. "Wouldn't this be easier lying down?" she asked breathlessly.
"Boring, too," he answered as she began to push herself up and down on his shaft, matching her movements to his.
After they'd both come, he turned and walked them across to the bed, and they finally lay down together.
* * * * * *
The last time the Doctor kissed Martha was in the TARDIS control room; after months of travelling with the Time Lord, she was returning home to finish her studies.
"I'll miss you," he said quietly.
She gave a quiet moan as he pushed deeper inside her. "I'll miss you, too," she answered. "You do realise you've ruined me for other blokes?"
He smirked, then ducked his head to kiss her, his tongue curling sensuously around hers as he continued to thrust.
"Mebbe I'll come back and see you sometimes," he suggested when he pulled his mouth free so she could catch her breath.
"I don't mind if you do," she answered. Not that she really expected him to turn up, but she was touched by the suggestion.
His fingers found her clit and he brought her to a climax, then came himself. They stayed leaning against each other for a few minutes, Martha perched precariously on the edge of the console, then he helped her to get dressed again before tugging on his jumper, jeans, boots and leather jacket.
"Take care of yourself, yeah?" she said, hugging him one last time.
"You too," he answered, returning the hug. He kissed her forehead, then brushed his lips over hers. "Bye Martha Jones, and good luck."
She gave him a sketchy salute, then walked down the ramp and let herself out of the ship. "Goodbye Doctor," she whispered, and gave the door a quick pat. She didn't turn around when the ship dematerialised behind her - she just kept walking.