Combinations
Title: Combinations
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha/TARDIS
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None (Set post-S3)
Summary: Martha's friendship with the Doctor and his ship takes a new turn.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Between all the talk of Ten/TARDIS being the only real OTP and my own slight (?!) obsession with Martha's relationship with the TARDIS, this fic was bound to happen at some point. And yes, it's a bit crack-y and slightly kinky too!
This fic is for my Beta, padawanpooh, to say thank you for all she has done and continues to do to help me write better fic.
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Martha Jones was fast asleep, exhausted by the day's mad adventure. The Doctor was feeling more weary than usual too, so he decided a cat nap wouldn't go amiss; he listened at her door as he passed, but couldn't hear anything untoward, so he made his way down the corridor to his room.
He stripped off quickly, then climbed into the shower, relishing the soothing water on his aching muscles - they'd done an insane amount of running around today, even by their standards, and he'd also slightly strained a muscle in his shoulder trying to hold off a Buse that was rather keen to eat Martha, having a taste for human flesh. And whilst he agreed with the Buse that she looked good enough to eat, he wasn't about to allow anyone or anything to eat his Companion.
Martha had insisted on taking him to the Med Bay once they were safely away from Busen and had examined his shoulder: the fact there was only a dull ache there now was the result of her ministrations with a muscle regenerator. He was quite pleased that he'd been teaching her how to use the different equipment in the Med Bay - although it had been her idea, not his, after she had pointed out that now that she was qualified Doctor in her own right and back to travelling with him full time, it made sense for her to know how to use everything.
The Doctor had to admit that having Martha examine his shoulder had been a slightly torturous experience: her touch had been gentle and tender, and filled his mind with ideas that he'd had a hard time banishing; he'd been very glad that she wasn't telepathic.
He stepped out of the shower and dried off, then climbed into bed; sliding naked between the sheets was a pleasure in itself and it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
The TARDIS kept a close watch on her occupants, particularly when they slept: she had learnt the art of soothing away nightmares for her Doctor after the Time War, and now she applied it to anyone on board who had bad dreams. When Martha started to dream of the Buse catching her and promising to gorge on her 'tender flesh', the TARDIS didn't hesitate to slide her consciousness into Martha's mind and catch up the threads of the dream; she wove them into a new dream and remembering the Doctor's feelings earlier when Martha had been treating him, the TARDIS shared them with her Human Companion. Soon the faint moans of terror that had filled Martha's head were transformed into moans of pleasure as she dreamed of making love with the Doctor.
Martha writhed on her bed, dreaming of the Doctor pleasuring her to intense levels, and the TARDIS caressed her mind tenderly, winding the coil of pleasure tighter until the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced rushed through Martha's body. She woke abruptly, gasping, her body throbbing from the pleasure she'd experienced.
Meanwhile the Doctor had been sharing Martha's dream, without being aware that it was her dream too, and at the same time that Martha woke, he also awoke to find his cock still half hard, and his belly and sheets sticky. He groaned as he realised he'd come in his sleep.
Then he became aware of the TARDIS' link with Martha. What have you been doing? he asked, shocked. He scrambled out of bed, grabbed a damp towel from the bathroom to clean himself up, then pulled on his bathrobe. He hurried down the corridor to Martha's room and knocked on her door.
"Martha? Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," she called back. She wasn't sure that she wanted to see him when her mind was still filled with images from her dream.
"Can I come in? We need to talk."
She frowned. He sounded upset about something, which was baffling. She sighed. "Come in."
She pulled herself up into a sitting position as the Doctor opened her door and came in. She felt her jaw slacken and snapped her mouth shut quickly. Being used to the sight of his multiple layers of clothes, the sight of him in a bathrobe and not much else, if the amount of bare leg she could see below the robe was any indication, was something of a shock.
He crossed the room and gestured at the bed. "May I?"
She nodded and he sat down not far above her knees. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's about the TARDIS," he began, then stopped as he realised he didn't know how to explain. He took a deep breath. "You know she's telepathic, like me?" Martha nodded. "It's how she and I communicate, and she uses telepathy to translate languages for anyone who's travelling with me." She nodded again, wondering why he was telling her this; he'd explained it ages ago, when she'd first been travelling with him. "The TARDIS can also use telepathy to reach people when they're unconscious or asleep."
He looked at her, a faint blush creeping across his face and she suddenly realised that he knew what she'd been dreaming. "Oh!" She felt herself blushing too; this was just too embarrassing that he knew she'd been dreaming about them having sex. She'd assured him when she came back on board the TARDIS that she was over her crush.
"It was rather naughty of the TARDIS to give you that dream and then share it with me," he said.
Martha opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, registering the way he'd said that and the way he was looking at her. "I'm glad she gave me the dream," she said. "I enjoyed it. Did you?"
"Oh yes," he assured her in a low voice. "One of the best dreams I've had for a long time."
They looked at each other for a long moment, then the Doctor leant forward and Martha's lips met his in a searing kiss. The TARDIS' humming took on a low, seductive note and the lights dimmed.
"Mr Smith?"
"Doctor Jones?"
"I think your ship is trying to seduce us." Martha was slightly surprised by how much this idea didn't disturb her.
"I think you might be right," he answered as he began to unbutton her pyjama top and resumed kissing her.
A few moments later they were both naked, and the Doctor propped himself up over Martha's body. "OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she sighed.
He slid inside her and she gasped, then sighed with pleasure as she realised the reality was even better than the dream. After several minutes of moving together, the Doctor moved his right hand and placed his fingers at her temple. "This will blow your mind," he said softly.
Martha closed her eyes and the TARDIS linked them telepathically so that Martha could feel what the Doctor felt as they moved together and it was the most intense love-making she'd ever experienced: the sensation of her skin moving against his, her muscles tightening around him, but felt as if she was him. They came together and Martha was aware that she could see stars; she looked at the Doctor questioningly and he smiled tenderly.
"The TARDIS," he whispered. "She gets pleasure from our pleasure." He watched her face closely and smiled at the look of awe and astonishment that came over her as she realised that they appeared to be floating amidst the stars.
"Are you telling me your ship just got off on our love-making?" she asked.
He blushed. "Do you mind? It's not too weird is it?"
She grinned. "I think it's awesome!"
He grinned back at her, then kissed her. "I wonder what she'd make of us doing it in the Control Room?" he asked mischievously.
"There's only one way to find out," Martha answered with a wicked grin. "Although using the console's out of the question - too many levers and things that would intrude."
"Maybe she'll redesign the console for us?" suggested the Doctor, which set her off giggling.
"To think I travelled with you all that time, and I didn't realise just how kinky your ship is Mr Smith."
"Actually, I didn't know, either," he admitted. "It's been a long time since I did this with a Companion." He looked slightly embarrassed, which surprised Martha. She slid her arms up from his back to wrap around his neck, looking him directly in the eye.
"Then I'm flattered that you chose to do it with me." She kissed him again, pulling him down to lie on top of her.
When she finally let him go, the Doctor looked dazed. "You keep kissing me like that and I promise you that you won't be getting much more sleep tonight," he told her.
"That's an invitation I can't resist," she answered. "Shall we go and see how comfortable that console is?" He gaped at her and she giggled. "Why so surprised? That Time Rotor has to be the most phallic object ever in a space ship - especially the way it thrusts up and down."
"Doctor Jones, you're a wicked woman. I like it!" He climbed off her and helped her from the bed, then led her down the corridor to the Control Room; the TARDIS' hum was joyous as they walked in and they grinned at each other.
When they reached the console they looked at it, then at each other and laughed. The TARDIS had provided a transparent cover over one of the sections that protected all the buttons and levers.
The Doctor picked Martha up and lifted her onto the covered area; she squeaked in surprise. "It's warm and a bit malleable," she said.
The Doctor pressed a hand onto the cover to find that it moulded around his hand, and that it was pleasantly warm to his touch. He gave Martha filthy grin. "My ship is very accommodating, it seems." He leant in to kiss her and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
"Then let's take advantage," she said before accepting his kiss.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha/TARDIS
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None (Set post-S3)
Summary: Martha's friendship with the Doctor and his ship takes a new turn.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: Between all the talk of Ten/TARDIS being the only real OTP and my own slight (?!) obsession with Martha's relationship with the TARDIS, this fic was bound to happen at some point. And yes, it's a bit crack-y and slightly kinky too!
This fic is for my Beta, padawanpooh, to say thank you for all she has done and continues to do to help me write better fic.
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Martha Jones was fast asleep, exhausted by the day's mad adventure. The Doctor was feeling more weary than usual too, so he decided a cat nap wouldn't go amiss; he listened at her door as he passed, but couldn't hear anything untoward, so he made his way down the corridor to his room.
He stripped off quickly, then climbed into the shower, relishing the soothing water on his aching muscles - they'd done an insane amount of running around today, even by their standards, and he'd also slightly strained a muscle in his shoulder trying to hold off a Buse that was rather keen to eat Martha, having a taste for human flesh. And whilst he agreed with the Buse that she looked good enough to eat, he wasn't about to allow anyone or anything to eat his Companion.
Martha had insisted on taking him to the Med Bay once they were safely away from Busen and had examined his shoulder: the fact there was only a dull ache there now was the result of her ministrations with a muscle regenerator. He was quite pleased that he'd been teaching her how to use the different equipment in the Med Bay - although it had been her idea, not his, after she had pointed out that now that she was qualified Doctor in her own right and back to travelling with him full time, it made sense for her to know how to use everything.
The Doctor had to admit that having Martha examine his shoulder had been a slightly torturous experience: her touch had been gentle and tender, and filled his mind with ideas that he'd had a hard time banishing; he'd been very glad that she wasn't telepathic.
He stepped out of the shower and dried off, then climbed into bed; sliding naked between the sheets was a pleasure in itself and it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
The TARDIS kept a close watch on her occupants, particularly when they slept: she had learnt the art of soothing away nightmares for her Doctor after the Time War, and now she applied it to anyone on board who had bad dreams. When Martha started to dream of the Buse catching her and promising to gorge on her 'tender flesh', the TARDIS didn't hesitate to slide her consciousness into Martha's mind and catch up the threads of the dream; she wove them into a new dream and remembering the Doctor's feelings earlier when Martha had been treating him, the TARDIS shared them with her Human Companion. Soon the faint moans of terror that had filled Martha's head were transformed into moans of pleasure as she dreamed of making love with the Doctor.
Martha writhed on her bed, dreaming of the Doctor pleasuring her to intense levels, and the TARDIS caressed her mind tenderly, winding the coil of pleasure tighter until the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced rushed through Martha's body. She woke abruptly, gasping, her body throbbing from the pleasure she'd experienced.
Meanwhile the Doctor had been sharing Martha's dream, without being aware that it was her dream too, and at the same time that Martha woke, he also awoke to find his cock still half hard, and his belly and sheets sticky. He groaned as he realised he'd come in his sleep.
Then he became aware of the TARDIS' link with Martha. What have you been doing? he asked, shocked. He scrambled out of bed, grabbed a damp towel from the bathroom to clean himself up, then pulled on his bathrobe. He hurried down the corridor to Martha's room and knocked on her door.
"Martha? Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," she called back. She wasn't sure that she wanted to see him when her mind was still filled with images from her dream.
"Can I come in? We need to talk."
She frowned. He sounded upset about something, which was baffling. She sighed. "Come in."
She pulled herself up into a sitting position as the Doctor opened her door and came in. She felt her jaw slacken and snapped her mouth shut quickly. Being used to the sight of his multiple layers of clothes, the sight of him in a bathrobe and not much else, if the amount of bare leg she could see below the robe was any indication, was something of a shock.
He crossed the room and gestured at the bed. "May I?"
She nodded and he sat down not far above her knees. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's about the TARDIS," he began, then stopped as he realised he didn't know how to explain. He took a deep breath. "You know she's telepathic, like me?" Martha nodded. "It's how she and I communicate, and she uses telepathy to translate languages for anyone who's travelling with me." She nodded again, wondering why he was telling her this; he'd explained it ages ago, when she'd first been travelling with him. "The TARDIS can also use telepathy to reach people when they're unconscious or asleep."
He looked at her, a faint blush creeping across his face and she suddenly realised that he knew what she'd been dreaming. "Oh!" She felt herself blushing too; this was just too embarrassing that he knew she'd been dreaming about them having sex. She'd assured him when she came back on board the TARDIS that she was over her crush.
"It was rather naughty of the TARDIS to give you that dream and then share it with me," he said.
Martha opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, registering the way he'd said that and the way he was looking at her. "I'm glad she gave me the dream," she said. "I enjoyed it. Did you?"
"Oh yes," he assured her in a low voice. "One of the best dreams I've had for a long time."
They looked at each other for a long moment, then the Doctor leant forward and Martha's lips met his in a searing kiss. The TARDIS' humming took on a low, seductive note and the lights dimmed.
"Mr Smith?"
"Doctor Jones?"
"I think your ship is trying to seduce us." Martha was slightly surprised by how much this idea didn't disturb her.
"I think you might be right," he answered as he began to unbutton her pyjama top and resumed kissing her.
A few moments later they were both naked, and the Doctor propped himself up over Martha's body. "OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she sighed.
He slid inside her and she gasped, then sighed with pleasure as she realised the reality was even better than the dream. After several minutes of moving together, the Doctor moved his right hand and placed his fingers at her temple. "This will blow your mind," he said softly.
Martha closed her eyes and the TARDIS linked them telepathically so that Martha could feel what the Doctor felt as they moved together and it was the most intense love-making she'd ever experienced: the sensation of her skin moving against his, her muscles tightening around him, but felt as if she was him. They came together and Martha was aware that she could see stars; she looked at the Doctor questioningly and he smiled tenderly.
"The TARDIS," he whispered. "She gets pleasure from our pleasure." He watched her face closely and smiled at the look of awe and astonishment that came over her as she realised that they appeared to be floating amidst the stars.
"Are you telling me your ship just got off on our love-making?" she asked.
He blushed. "Do you mind? It's not too weird is it?"
She grinned. "I think it's awesome!"
He grinned back at her, then kissed her. "I wonder what she'd make of us doing it in the Control Room?" he asked mischievously.
"There's only one way to find out," Martha answered with a wicked grin. "Although using the console's out of the question - too many levers and things that would intrude."
"Maybe she'll redesign the console for us?" suggested the Doctor, which set her off giggling.
"To think I travelled with you all that time, and I didn't realise just how kinky your ship is Mr Smith."
"Actually, I didn't know, either," he admitted. "It's been a long time since I did this with a Companion." He looked slightly embarrassed, which surprised Martha. She slid her arms up from his back to wrap around his neck, looking him directly in the eye.
"Then I'm flattered that you chose to do it with me." She kissed him again, pulling him down to lie on top of her.
When she finally let him go, the Doctor looked dazed. "You keep kissing me like that and I promise you that you won't be getting much more sleep tonight," he told her.
"That's an invitation I can't resist," she answered. "Shall we go and see how comfortable that console is?" He gaped at her and she giggled. "Why so surprised? That Time Rotor has to be the most phallic object ever in a space ship - especially the way it thrusts up and down."
"Doctor Jones, you're a wicked woman. I like it!" He climbed off her and helped her from the bed, then led her down the corridor to the Control Room; the TARDIS' hum was joyous as they walked in and they grinned at each other.
When they reached the console they looked at it, then at each other and laughed. The TARDIS had provided a transparent cover over one of the sections that protected all the buttons and levers.
The Doctor picked Martha up and lifted her onto the covered area; she squeaked in surprise. "It's warm and a bit malleable," she said.
The Doctor pressed a hand onto the cover to find that it moulded around his hand, and that it was pleasantly warm to his touch. He gave Martha filthy grin. "My ship is very accommodating, it seems." He leant in to kiss her and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
"Then let's take advantage," she said before accepting his kiss.