Fic: Come Lie With Me
Who_Daily Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/433841.html">Come Lie With Me by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Ten II, Martha/Ten, Ten II/Martha/Ten | Rating: NC-17 | Spoilers: Journey's End)
Title: Come Lie With Me
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten II, Martha/Ten, Ten II/Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Journey's End
Summary: An AU missing scene for Journey's End wherein Ten II starts learning to be human
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine!
Author Notes: Written for a prompt on sizeofthatthing: As the TARDIS is towing the Earth back home, Martha and the clone get to know each other better.
Beta: catholicphoton
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Once the TARDIS had begun to tow the Earth back to its rightful place, Martha slipped away from the chattering group around the console and headed towards the medical bay. Now that the adrenaline had worn off she was acutely aware of how her body was bruised and aching from her Indigo-powered jumps to her mother's house and to Germany, not to mention the Daleks' teleport onto the Crucible. Her left shoulder and knee felt particularly sore, so she was going to grab a couple of ice packs and some painkillers, and take a shower.
She was just pulling the gel-based ice packs from the cupboard in the medical bay when the Doctor's - well, she supposed she should call him a clone - walked in.
"Martha?"
She looked up and gave him a half smile. "Hello."
"You're injured?" he asked, sounding as worried as he looked.
"Just a wrenched knee and shoulder," she answered, "from all that teleporting I did. Nothing a hot shower, some painkillers and a couple of icepacks won't cure."
He crossed the room and put his arms around her; surprised, but not displeased, she put down the ice packs and hugged him back. "Are you sure that's all it is?" he asked, his voice a little muffled.
"Quite sure."
"Would you like me to make you some tea while you shower?"
"That's sweet of you," she answered. "But not necessary."
"No, but I want to." He rubbed a hand up and down her back. "You've always looked after me - well, him - " He paused and she pulled back to look up into his face, noticing that he looked confused.
"I know what you mean," she assured him. "And I would love some tea, thank you."
"Okay."
They walked deeper into the ship, and the clone stopped by the kitchen door. "White, two sugars, right?"
Martha nodded. "Yes, thanks."
He nodded, then ducked his head and pressed a light kiss to her lips, before stepping into the kitchen. She rubbed a finger thoughtfully over her mouth, surprised by the kiss, then turned and headed towards her own room.
* * * * * *
When Martha stepped out of her en suite bathroom ten minutes later, there was a tea tray on her desk; it held a tea-cosy covered pot, two cups and saucers, a milk jug, a sugar bowl, and two plates with large slices of chocolate cake on them. The new Doctor was sitting on the end of her bed looking at a book, which Martha recognised as one of the medical books from the library.
"Did you take the painkillers?" he asked.
"Yes I did." She nodded at the book. "Homework?" she asked.
He nodded, then rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm going to have to be so careful now," he said quietly.
"Yes. As you, or rather your counterpart, reminded me more than once, we humans are fragile things, not at all like superior Time Lords."
He winced. "Sorry about that. I - or rather he - can be a bit pompous at times."
She smirked. "If you recall, I remarked on that the very first day we met, when he told me he was a Time Lord."
He smirked too. "Yes you did. Now come and sit down, and let's get you patched up."
Martha raised an eyebrow at that, but moved across the room to sit beside him on the bed. He immediately activated one of the ice packs and slid off the bed to fasten it around her knee.
"How did you know it was that knee?" she asked curiously.
"You were favouring it when we walked down the corridor," he answered, straightening up again. "Which shoulder?"
"Left one, the same," she told him. She wondered, curiously, whether he was going to administer the ice pack himself since she was only wearing a bathrobe and he would have to move it to get at her shoulder.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing at the robe.
She nodded, and he pushed the heavy cream-coloured material away before strapping the ice pack in place.
"He never told you, did he, that he thought you were beautiful?" His voice was soft but heavy with longing.
"No." She looked up into his dark eyes and saw a spark of desire in them, and felt an answering spark inside herself.
He ducked his head and spoke in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I think you are gorgeous, Dr Martha Jones." He licked her ear and she couldn't help shivering in response. She reached up and cupped his cheek, turning his face to hers so she could kiss him properly.
"Tea," he gasped, pulling away eventually. "Before it gets cold."
Martha couldn't help smirking at his breathlessness; she also could not help noticing the way his trousers were bulging at the crotch, and she wondered if he would do anything about that.
He fetched the tea tray and set it on the bed between them, pouring them both a cup, then adding milk and sugar to one, before passing it to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, when he stared down at the second cup of tea.
"I don't know how to make it," he said, looking confused. "Donna doesn't drink much tea, but the Doctor loves it."
Martha smiled. "Put some milk in and taste it, then add sugar until you're happy with the taste," she suggested.
He beamed, eyes full of gratitude, and she laughed softly.
* * * * * *
Once they'd finished their tea and slices of cake, the new Doctor took the tea tray back to the desk, then sat down beside Martha again and took her hand in his.
"Martha," he began, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles in a very pleasant manner.
"Yes Doctor."
"Oh, no, don't call me that," he said quickly.
"What do you want to be called then?"
"How about Handy?" he suggested.
She laughed. "That might do for a nickname," she said. "But you'll need to think of a proper name for people to use as well, otherwise they'll be forever asking you why you're called Handy, and if you say you were created out of a hand, they'll think you're barking mad. You'll end up getting sectioned."
He sighed. "Fine, I'll think of a proper name." He looked at her, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth." Are you trying to distract me, Dr Jones?"
Martha laughed again. "Handy, neither the Doctor nor Donna have struck me as the sort to be easily distracted unless they want to be."
"True." He smirked. "I want to be with you." He frowned, then clarified. "I want to make love to you."
"Why?" she asked. It wasn't that she was reluctant - despite her best efforts, she still fancied the Doctor, and since she and Tom had split up a couple of months ago, there'd been no one else in her life.
"Why?" he repeated, still frowning. "Because you're sexy, desirable, and - " He paused, looking slightly surprised. "I'm feeling horny."
Martha clapped a hand over her mouth, but she couldn't quite hold back her giggles at the tone of his admission. He raised his eyebrows, then began to chuckle, before pushing her backwards to sprawl on the bed. She gasped as he began to kiss her properly, his erection hard against her thigh.
He pushed her bathrobe open, his hands and mouth roaming over her bare brown skin in a frenzy of nips and kisses, then he knelt up and unfastened his trousers, groaning in obvious relief.
Martha couldn't help groaning also when she saw his thick prick. She was reaching for it with eager hands when there was a brief knock on the door and the Doctor walked in without bothering to wait for a response.
The pair on the bed stared at him in surprise as he closed the door behind him, then locked it with his sonic.
"Doctor?" Martha said questioningly, feeling her whole body flushed with both desire and embarrassment.
"Everyone else has gone to bed or at least to get some rest," the Time Lord said, seemingly unconcerned about interrupting them.
"So why are you here?" asked Handy, his tone slightly aggressive. "Why aren't you with Rose?"
"Because I want to talk to you," the Doctor answered.
"You couldn't have waited?" asked Handy.
Martha grinned suddenly, then pulled his head closer to whisper in his ear, and Handy knelt upright again, giving his progenitor an assessing look.
"You want to join us, don't you?" he asked.
The Doctor licked his lips, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Well if you ask nicely, maybe Martha will agree."
"Dr Jones, would you mind very much if I joined the two of you?" the Time Lord asked, his tone remarkably even as well as formal.
She could see he was as hard as Handy, and she licked her own lips in anticipation. "Delighted, I'm sure," she purred in her most seductive tone.
The Doctor swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, then began to undress swiftly, folding his clothes into a neat pile which he put on the chair beside Martha's desk.
She sat up and Handy pulled the bathrobe free of her body, passing it to the Time Lord, who draped it over the back of the chair. Martha pushed Handy's jacket off his shoulders and the Doctor caught it, adding it to the pile of clothes. She kissed the clone as she unbuttoned his shirt, then laughed as he fought to get it off without tearing it.
"Mr Impatience," she teased.
He stuck his tongue out at her and she lunged forward to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue and making him moan.
"Trousers," she said once she'd released him. She glanced sideways and saw the Doctor was standing watching them, lightly stroking his heavy cock and balls.
Handy pushed himself off the bed and dragged his trousers off, then knelt beside Martha again. He parted her thighs and rubbed the fat head of his prick up and down her slit.
"Tease," she gasped, feeling her cunt growing ever more slick.
Handy smirked down at her, then pushed his prick into her, gasping himself when he discovered how hot and tight her cunt was.
"Are you just going to watch?" Martha asked the Doctor, who'd pulled up another chair and was just sitting down.
"For now," he answered, smirking at her.
"How did you know where we were, anyway?" she asked.
"Asked the TARDIS."
"Oh. Ohhh!" Her second "Oh" was in response to Handy beginning to move, thrusting his prick deeper into her, then withdrawing it tantalisingly slowly.
Martha quickly forgot they had an audience as Handy found his rhythm and began to fuck her in earnest, his prick pounding into her and his long fingers finding the hard nub of her clit. He came before she did, his cock spasming wildly inside her, but he continued to thrust, and to rub her clit until her hips jerked and she came too.
"Was that okay?" he asked, sounding anxious.
"It was more than okay," she assured him, pulling his head down for a kiss.
"Good." He flopped sideways to lie beside her on the bed.
Martha looked over at the Doctor and smirked. "Come on then, Mister, show me what you've got."
The Time Lord raised an eyebrow, amused by her challenging tone, then stood up and moved the chair aside. He looked down at Martha and his clone, both sated and satisfied, and found himself oddly moved by the sight. They both were looking at him expectantly, and he wondered what they were thinking.
"Sure you're ready for me?" he asked lightly, pushing his thoughts aside, now was not the time, not when he was so achingly hard for Martha.
"I've been waiting long enough," she answered, eyebrows lifting.
"So you have, Martha Jones, so you have."
He knelt on the bed, then slid his arms under her shoulders and lifted her up so she was sitting in front of him. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed as he brought his mouth down on hers and began to kiss her deeply.
He pulled his mouth from hers and allowed her to catch her breath, then he sat back on his heels and lifted Martha up to sit on his lap, his hard cock trapped between their bodies.
"Ever done it like this?" he asked softly in her ear.
"No," she answered, her voice a breathy moan.
"I think you'll enjoy it. Stand up a moment."
She obeyed and he guided his cock into her wet pussy, grunting as her inner muscles tightened around him as he penetrated deep into her heated core, pulling her back down into his lap.
"All right?" he asked, once his prick was buried as deep as it would go.
She nodded and he smirked, seeing the surprise in her eyes. He kissed her again, then nuzzled the side of her neck, and began to thrust upwards as he held her hips. She responded immediately, pushing herself down as he pushed up, then lifting herself up before pushing down again.
They soon had a steady rhythm going, and the Doctor wrapped his left arm around Martha's back, then used his right hand to fondle her nipples and breasts, finger her belly button, and then rub her clit. He kissed her again, savouring the sensation of her tongue sliding across his, and she began to move faster, her orgasm approaching rapidly. He felt her cunt muscles squeezing his cock and his own balls tightening in answer, and he began to thrust harder until they climaxed together.
* * * * * *
The three of them slept for a while afterwards, Martha lying sandwiched between the two men; she was facing Handy and her face was the first thing he saw when he woke from his nap. Then the Doctor, who was curled up at her back, lifted his head and smiled at him over her shoulder.
"All right?" asked the Time Lord quietly.
Handy grinned. "Yeah." He felt incredible.
"Thought about what you want to do now?" asked the Time Lord.
"I know what I want to do," he answered. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, though."
"What?"
"Be with Martha."
The Doctor nodded, as if that was the answer he'd expected. "I think she'd be happy with that plan."
Handy hoped that was true. He reached out and brushed an errant strand of hair off her face, then stroked his fingertips down her face before leaning in to kiss her gently. She murmured in a pleased way, then opened her eyes and smirked at him; there was something in that smirk that he found very sexy and he kissed her again, feeling his prick stiffen in response.
"Doctor?"
"Yes Martha?" The Time Lord ran his fingertips down her arm.
"Will you fuck me again, with Handy."
"Both of us together?" asked Handy, surprised.
"Yeah."
"If that's what you want," answered the Doctor.
"I do."
"All right." Handy watched as the Time Lord got off the bed and went over to his discarded jacket. He returned a moment later with a small bottle.
"Why am I not surprised you carry lube around?" asked Martha with a giggle.
Handy snorted, remembering some of the uses to which it had been put, which hadn't had anything to do with sex. He lifted Martha's left leg and eased his prick into her slick pussy, then he groaned, as did Martha, when the Time Lord began to push two lubricated fingers into her arse. He thrust gently a couple of times, unable to contain himself entirely as the Doctor finger fucked her for a few minutes.
"Oh fuck!" Handy hadn't meant to say that, but the sensation of the Doctor's cock sliding into Martha's arse, rubbing against his own prick through the thin division between pussy and arse, was a very intense one.
The two men lay still for a moment, giving Martha a chance to get used to having both their cocks in her, and then they began to thrust, one pulling out as the other pushed in, then vice-versa. Handy could feel his orgasm building much faster than it had the first time he fucked her, and he assumed this was a consequence of the greater stimulation.
He came quickly with a loud cry, then he reached down to rub Martha's clit; he felt her muscles spasming around his cock, which was still buried, half-hard, inside her, then the Doctor grunted and Handy knew he'd climaxed too.
They lay still, all trying to catch their breath, then the Doctor shifted away from Martha.
"I'm going to have a shower, then head back to the Control Room," the Time Lord told her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder before climbing off the bed.
Handy looked up at him as Martha rolled onto her back. "Thank you," she said quietly.
The Doctor smirked. "Any time, Dr Jones." He gathered his clothes and carried them through to the bathroom.
Handy caught a glimpse of amused satisfaction in her eyes as she watched the Time Lord, then she smirked at him.
"What are you going to do with yourself now?" she asked, echoing the Doctor's earlier question.
"I'd like to stay with you, if that's all right," he said, feeling somewhat diffident.
"I'd like that very much," she answered, then leaned forward and kissed him deeply as if to seal the matter.
"Thank you."
"It's my pleasure, believe me," Martha said, grinning.
She wondered what Jack would say, or her mother for that matter, then decided that right now, she didn't really care. Right now she was happy.
Title: Come Lie With Me
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten II, Martha/Ten, Ten II/Martha/Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Journey's End
Summary: An AU missing scene for Journey's End wherein Ten II starts learning to be human
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine!
Author Notes: Written for a prompt on sizeofthatthing: As the TARDIS is towing the Earth back home, Martha and the clone get to know each other better.
Beta: catholicphoton
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Once the TARDIS had begun to tow the Earth back to its rightful place, Martha slipped away from the chattering group around the console and headed towards the medical bay. Now that the adrenaline had worn off she was acutely aware of how her body was bruised and aching from her Indigo-powered jumps to her mother's house and to Germany, not to mention the Daleks' teleport onto the Crucible. Her left shoulder and knee felt particularly sore, so she was going to grab a couple of ice packs and some painkillers, and take a shower.
She was just pulling the gel-based ice packs from the cupboard in the medical bay when the Doctor's - well, she supposed she should call him a clone - walked in.
"Martha?"
She looked up and gave him a half smile. "Hello."
"You're injured?" he asked, sounding as worried as he looked.
"Just a wrenched knee and shoulder," she answered, "from all that teleporting I did. Nothing a hot shower, some painkillers and a couple of icepacks won't cure."
He crossed the room and put his arms around her; surprised, but not displeased, she put down the ice packs and hugged him back. "Are you sure that's all it is?" he asked, his voice a little muffled.
"Quite sure."
"Would you like me to make you some tea while you shower?"
"That's sweet of you," she answered. "But not necessary."
"No, but I want to." He rubbed a hand up and down her back. "You've always looked after me - well, him - " He paused and she pulled back to look up into his face, noticing that he looked confused.
"I know what you mean," she assured him. "And I would love some tea, thank you."
"Okay."
They walked deeper into the ship, and the clone stopped by the kitchen door. "White, two sugars, right?"
Martha nodded. "Yes, thanks."
He nodded, then ducked his head and pressed a light kiss to her lips, before stepping into the kitchen. She rubbed a finger thoughtfully over her mouth, surprised by the kiss, then turned and headed towards her own room.
* * * * * *
When Martha stepped out of her en suite bathroom ten minutes later, there was a tea tray on her desk; it held a tea-cosy covered pot, two cups and saucers, a milk jug, a sugar bowl, and two plates with large slices of chocolate cake on them. The new Doctor was sitting on the end of her bed looking at a book, which Martha recognised as one of the medical books from the library.
"Did you take the painkillers?" he asked.
"Yes I did." She nodded at the book. "Homework?" she asked.
He nodded, then rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm going to have to be so careful now," he said quietly.
"Yes. As you, or rather your counterpart, reminded me more than once, we humans are fragile things, not at all like superior Time Lords."
He winced. "Sorry about that. I - or rather he - can be a bit pompous at times."
She smirked. "If you recall, I remarked on that the very first day we met, when he told me he was a Time Lord."
He smirked too. "Yes you did. Now come and sit down, and let's get you patched up."
Martha raised an eyebrow at that, but moved across the room to sit beside him on the bed. He immediately activated one of the ice packs and slid off the bed to fasten it around her knee.
"How did you know it was that knee?" she asked curiously.
"You were favouring it when we walked down the corridor," he answered, straightening up again. "Which shoulder?"
"Left one, the same," she told him. She wondered, curiously, whether he was going to administer the ice pack himself since she was only wearing a bathrobe and he would have to move it to get at her shoulder.
"May I?" he asked, gesturing at the robe.
She nodded, and he pushed the heavy cream-coloured material away before strapping the ice pack in place.
"He never told you, did he, that he thought you were beautiful?" His voice was soft but heavy with longing.
"No." She looked up into his dark eyes and saw a spark of desire in them, and felt an answering spark inside herself.
He ducked his head and spoke in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "I think you are gorgeous, Dr Martha Jones." He licked her ear and she couldn't help shivering in response. She reached up and cupped his cheek, turning his face to hers so she could kiss him properly.
"Tea," he gasped, pulling away eventually. "Before it gets cold."
Martha couldn't help smirking at his breathlessness; she also could not help noticing the way his trousers were bulging at the crotch, and she wondered if he would do anything about that.
He fetched the tea tray and set it on the bed between them, pouring them both a cup, then adding milk and sugar to one, before passing it to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, when he stared down at the second cup of tea.
"I don't know how to make it," he said, looking confused. "Donna doesn't drink much tea, but the Doctor loves it."
Martha smiled. "Put some milk in and taste it, then add sugar until you're happy with the taste," she suggested.
He beamed, eyes full of gratitude, and she laughed softly.
* * * * * *
Once they'd finished their tea and slices of cake, the new Doctor took the tea tray back to the desk, then sat down beside Martha again and took her hand in his.
"Martha," he began, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles in a very pleasant manner.
"Yes Doctor."
"Oh, no, don't call me that," he said quickly.
"What do you want to be called then?"
"How about Handy?" he suggested.
She laughed. "That might do for a nickname," she said. "But you'll need to think of a proper name for people to use as well, otherwise they'll be forever asking you why you're called Handy, and if you say you were created out of a hand, they'll think you're barking mad. You'll end up getting sectioned."
He sighed. "Fine, I'll think of a proper name." He looked at her, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth." Are you trying to distract me, Dr Jones?"
Martha laughed again. "Handy, neither the Doctor nor Donna have struck me as the sort to be easily distracted unless they want to be."
"True." He smirked. "I want to be with you." He frowned, then clarified. "I want to make love to you."
"Why?" she asked. It wasn't that she was reluctant - despite her best efforts, she still fancied the Doctor, and since she and Tom had split up a couple of months ago, there'd been no one else in her life.
"Why?" he repeated, still frowning. "Because you're sexy, desirable, and - " He paused, looking slightly surprised. "I'm feeling horny."
Martha clapped a hand over her mouth, but she couldn't quite hold back her giggles at the tone of his admission. He raised his eyebrows, then began to chuckle, before pushing her backwards to sprawl on the bed. She gasped as he began to kiss her properly, his erection hard against her thigh.
He pushed her bathrobe open, his hands and mouth roaming over her bare brown skin in a frenzy of nips and kisses, then he knelt up and unfastened his trousers, groaning in obvious relief.
Martha couldn't help groaning also when she saw his thick prick. She was reaching for it with eager hands when there was a brief knock on the door and the Doctor walked in without bothering to wait for a response.
The pair on the bed stared at him in surprise as he closed the door behind him, then locked it with his sonic.
"Doctor?" Martha said questioningly, feeling her whole body flushed with both desire and embarrassment.
"Everyone else has gone to bed or at least to get some rest," the Time Lord said, seemingly unconcerned about interrupting them.
"So why are you here?" asked Handy, his tone slightly aggressive. "Why aren't you with Rose?"
"Because I want to talk to you," the Doctor answered.
"You couldn't have waited?" asked Handy.
Martha grinned suddenly, then pulled his head closer to whisper in his ear, and Handy knelt upright again, giving his progenitor an assessing look.
"You want to join us, don't you?" he asked.
The Doctor licked his lips, then nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Well if you ask nicely, maybe Martha will agree."
"Dr Jones, would you mind very much if I joined the two of you?" the Time Lord asked, his tone remarkably even as well as formal.
She could see he was as hard as Handy, and she licked her own lips in anticipation. "Delighted, I'm sure," she purred in her most seductive tone.
The Doctor swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, then began to undress swiftly, folding his clothes into a neat pile which he put on the chair beside Martha's desk.
She sat up and Handy pulled the bathrobe free of her body, passing it to the Time Lord, who draped it over the back of the chair. Martha pushed Handy's jacket off his shoulders and the Doctor caught it, adding it to the pile of clothes. She kissed the clone as she unbuttoned his shirt, then laughed as he fought to get it off without tearing it.
"Mr Impatience," she teased.
He stuck his tongue out at her and she lunged forward to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue and making him moan.
"Trousers," she said once she'd released him. She glanced sideways and saw the Doctor was standing watching them, lightly stroking his heavy cock and balls.
Handy pushed himself off the bed and dragged his trousers off, then knelt beside Martha again. He parted her thighs and rubbed the fat head of his prick up and down her slit.
"Tease," she gasped, feeling her cunt growing ever more slick.
Handy smirked down at her, then pushed his prick into her, gasping himself when he discovered how hot and tight her cunt was.
"Are you just going to watch?" Martha asked the Doctor, who'd pulled up another chair and was just sitting down.
"For now," he answered, smirking at her.
"How did you know where we were, anyway?" she asked.
"Asked the TARDIS."
"Oh. Ohhh!" Her second "Oh" was in response to Handy beginning to move, thrusting his prick deeper into her, then withdrawing it tantalisingly slowly.
Martha quickly forgot they had an audience as Handy found his rhythm and began to fuck her in earnest, his prick pounding into her and his long fingers finding the hard nub of her clit. He came before she did, his cock spasming wildly inside her, but he continued to thrust, and to rub her clit until her hips jerked and she came too.
"Was that okay?" he asked, sounding anxious.
"It was more than okay," she assured him, pulling his head down for a kiss.
"Good." He flopped sideways to lie beside her on the bed.
Martha looked over at the Doctor and smirked. "Come on then, Mister, show me what you've got."
The Time Lord raised an eyebrow, amused by her challenging tone, then stood up and moved the chair aside. He looked down at Martha and his clone, both sated and satisfied, and found himself oddly moved by the sight. They both were looking at him expectantly, and he wondered what they were thinking.
"Sure you're ready for me?" he asked lightly, pushing his thoughts aside, now was not the time, not when he was so achingly hard for Martha.
"I've been waiting long enough," she answered, eyebrows lifting.
"So you have, Martha Jones, so you have."
He knelt on the bed, then slid his arms under her shoulders and lifted her up so she was sitting in front of him. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed as he brought his mouth down on hers and began to kiss her deeply.
He pulled his mouth from hers and allowed her to catch her breath, then he sat back on his heels and lifted Martha up to sit on his lap, his hard cock trapped between their bodies.
"Ever done it like this?" he asked softly in her ear.
"No," she answered, her voice a breathy moan.
"I think you'll enjoy it. Stand up a moment."
She obeyed and he guided his cock into her wet pussy, grunting as her inner muscles tightened around him as he penetrated deep into her heated core, pulling her back down into his lap.
"All right?" he asked, once his prick was buried as deep as it would go.
She nodded and he smirked, seeing the surprise in her eyes. He kissed her again, then nuzzled the side of her neck, and began to thrust upwards as he held her hips. She responded immediately, pushing herself down as he pushed up, then lifting herself up before pushing down again.
They soon had a steady rhythm going, and the Doctor wrapped his left arm around Martha's back, then used his right hand to fondle her nipples and breasts, finger her belly button, and then rub her clit. He kissed her again, savouring the sensation of her tongue sliding across his, and she began to move faster, her orgasm approaching rapidly. He felt her cunt muscles squeezing his cock and his own balls tightening in answer, and he began to thrust harder until they climaxed together.
* * * * * *
The three of them slept for a while afterwards, Martha lying sandwiched between the two men; she was facing Handy and her face was the first thing he saw when he woke from his nap. Then the Doctor, who was curled up at her back, lifted his head and smiled at him over her shoulder.
"All right?" asked the Time Lord quietly.
Handy grinned. "Yeah." He felt incredible.
"Thought about what you want to do now?" asked the Time Lord.
"I know what I want to do," he answered. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, though."
"What?"
"Be with Martha."
The Doctor nodded, as if that was the answer he'd expected. "I think she'd be happy with that plan."
Handy hoped that was true. He reached out and brushed an errant strand of hair off her face, then stroked his fingertips down her face before leaning in to kiss her gently. She murmured in a pleased way, then opened her eyes and smirked at him; there was something in that smirk that he found very sexy and he kissed her again, feeling his prick stiffen in response.
"Doctor?"
"Yes Martha?" The Time Lord ran his fingertips down her arm.
"Will you fuck me again, with Handy."
"Both of us together?" asked Handy, surprised.
"Yeah."
"If that's what you want," answered the Doctor.
"I do."
"All right." Handy watched as the Time Lord got off the bed and went over to his discarded jacket. He returned a moment later with a small bottle.
"Why am I not surprised you carry lube around?" asked Martha with a giggle.
Handy snorted, remembering some of the uses to which it had been put, which hadn't had anything to do with sex. He lifted Martha's left leg and eased his prick into her slick pussy, then he groaned, as did Martha, when the Time Lord began to push two lubricated fingers into her arse. He thrust gently a couple of times, unable to contain himself entirely as the Doctor finger fucked her for a few minutes.
"Oh fuck!" Handy hadn't meant to say that, but the sensation of the Doctor's cock sliding into Martha's arse, rubbing against his own prick through the thin division between pussy and arse, was a very intense one.
The two men lay still for a moment, giving Martha a chance to get used to having both their cocks in her, and then they began to thrust, one pulling out as the other pushed in, then vice-versa. Handy could feel his orgasm building much faster than it had the first time he fucked her, and he assumed this was a consequence of the greater stimulation.
He came quickly with a loud cry, then he reached down to rub Martha's clit; he felt her muscles spasming around his cock, which was still buried, half-hard, inside her, then the Doctor grunted and Handy knew he'd climaxed too.
They lay still, all trying to catch their breath, then the Doctor shifted away from Martha.
"I'm going to have a shower, then head back to the Control Room," the Time Lord told her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder before climbing off the bed.
Handy looked up at him as Martha rolled onto her back. "Thank you," she said quietly.
The Doctor smirked. "Any time, Dr Jones." He gathered his clothes and carried them through to the bathroom.
Handy caught a glimpse of amused satisfaction in her eyes as she watched the Time Lord, then she smirked at him.
"What are you going to do with yourself now?" she asked, echoing the Doctor's earlier question.
"I'd like to stay with you, if that's all right," he said, feeling somewhat diffident.
"I'd like that very much," she answered, then leaned forward and kissed him deeply as if to seal the matter.
"Thank you."
"It's my pleasure, believe me," Martha said, grinning.
She wondered what Jack would say, or her mother for that matter, then decided that right now, she didn't really care. Right now she was happy.