These Are the Days of Our Lives (Epilogue)
Title: These Are the Days of Our Lives (Epilogue)
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink
Summary: Martha and the Doctor's life in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for padawanpooh who pretty much insisted I write a follow up to the story I wrote for her for the 1969 Ficathon on smith_n_jones and since she's kind enough to keep Beta-reading for me and lets me bounce my mad fic ideas off her, I really couldn't refuse!
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7.
Beta: padawanpooh the faithful.
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Martha climbed out of the bath and dried herself off, then wrapped herself in a towel and wandered through into the bedroom. She looked thoughtfully at the door, but there was no way of locking it, so she'd just have to hope she heard the Doctor return. She unwrapped the towel and spread it on the bed, then made herself comfortable, eyes closed and limbs relaxed. She recalled the sensation of the Doctor kissing her in the café and the feeling of the motorbike throbbing beneath her as they rode to Cambridge and back. She was soon lost in a haze of pleasure as she brought herself to a climax and she didn't notice the bedroom door opening or the Doctor entering the room.
It wasn't until a cool hand slid gently up her left leg from her ankle to the back of her knee just as she came that she became aware that she wasn't alone.
Her eyes snapped open in shock but before she could speak, there was a soft pair of lips pressing against hers, and the hand on her leg slid higher to stroke her inner thigh.
The Doctor pulled back, gazing into Martha's dark eyes, hazy still from her orgasm. "You're very beautiful when you come," he said softly, his breath caressing her cheek.
Martha felt herself flush with embarrassment. "I - "
"Shh." He put a long slender finger to her lips. "Don't apologise. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
He lowered his mouth to kiss her further as a finger began to circle her entrance, stirring her passion all over again. Martha couldn't help a quiet moan escaping and the Time Lord pulled away a second time.
"Martha Jones, I want to make love with you."
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
"Is that OK?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
He stepped back and began to undress quickly and efficiently. Martha tried not to stare too much when he pulled down his trousers and exposed his hard length. He climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to her and she reached out tentatively: the Doctor clasped her wrist and brought her hand to touch his erection. "It's OK," he told her.
She took a loose hold on it, then slid her hand down to the root, before drawing it back up to the head. She looked up at the Doctor to see that he had closed his eyes and there was a look of pure pleasure on his face. She moved closer so she wasn't stretching her arm so much and took a firmer grip on him, then she lowered her mouth and blew across the head.
"Martha!" He half-shouted her name in his surprise.
She looked up at him a moment to see his eyes were darkened with arousal, then with a joyous smile she ducked her head again to take him into her mouth, eliciting a moan from the Time Lord who was clutching her shoulders now.
She began to pleasure him, her warm hand and soft lips rapidly bringing him to a pitch of arousal until he was forced to warn her that his climax was close. She glanced up at him again and he moaned at the sight of her, then she resumed her ministrations until he came hard with a sob.
Martha straightened up, then pulled him down to lie beside her, draping one leg across his legs as she leant across his chest to kiss him.
The Doctor felt dazed but that didn't stop him responding to Martha's kiss and he recovered quickly enough to guide her on top of him, so that she lay face to face with him, her legs between his as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Thank you very much Martha Jones."
She smiled serenely. "Thank you Mr Smith." She wriggled experimentally and felt a laugh bubble up in his chest.
"Is this a hint?" he asked.
"Well you did say you wanted to make love," she answered.
"I did," he agreed. He rolled her onto her back, leaning on his arms as he positioned himself. "OK?"
She nodded, smiling encouragement at him, then moaned softly as he slipped inside her.
The Doctor made love to her with a tender passion that surprised and almost overwhelmed her, murmuring soft endearments in her ear and dropping even softer kisses on her face and neck.
They came together quietly, then the Doctor slipped out of her and lay beside her, pulling her close so he could tuck her head under his chin as she lay half draped across his chest. After a while Martha fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his double heartbeat, and the Doctor, thoroughly relaxed and content, dozed too.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink
Summary: Martha and the Doctor's life in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for padawanpooh who pretty much insisted I write a follow up to the story I wrote for her for the 1969 Ficathon on smith_n_jones and since she's kind enough to keep Beta-reading for me and lets me bounce my mad fic ideas off her, I really couldn't refuse!
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7.
Beta: padawanpooh the faithful.
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Martha climbed out of the bath and dried herself off, then wrapped herself in a towel and wandered through into the bedroom. She looked thoughtfully at the door, but there was no way of locking it, so she'd just have to hope she heard the Doctor return. She unwrapped the towel and spread it on the bed, then made herself comfortable, eyes closed and limbs relaxed. She recalled the sensation of the Doctor kissing her in the café and the feeling of the motorbike throbbing beneath her as they rode to Cambridge and back. She was soon lost in a haze of pleasure as she brought herself to a climax and she didn't notice the bedroom door opening or the Doctor entering the room.
It wasn't until a cool hand slid gently up her left leg from her ankle to the back of her knee just as she came that she became aware that she wasn't alone.
Her eyes snapped open in shock but before she could speak, there was a soft pair of lips pressing against hers, and the hand on her leg slid higher to stroke her inner thigh.
The Doctor pulled back, gazing into Martha's dark eyes, hazy still from her orgasm. "You're very beautiful when you come," he said softly, his breath caressing her cheek.
Martha felt herself flush with embarrassment. "I - "
"Shh." He put a long slender finger to her lips. "Don't apologise. There's nothing to be ashamed about."
He lowered his mouth to kiss her further as a finger began to circle her entrance, stirring her passion all over again. Martha couldn't help a quiet moan escaping and the Time Lord pulled away a second time.
"Martha Jones, I want to make love with you."
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
"Is that OK?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
He stepped back and began to undress quickly and efficiently. Martha tried not to stare too much when he pulled down his trousers and exposed his hard length. He climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to her and she reached out tentatively: the Doctor clasped her wrist and brought her hand to touch his erection. "It's OK," he told her.
She took a loose hold on it, then slid her hand down to the root, before drawing it back up to the head. She looked up at the Doctor to see that he had closed his eyes and there was a look of pure pleasure on his face. She moved closer so she wasn't stretching her arm so much and took a firmer grip on him, then she lowered her mouth and blew across the head.
"Martha!" He half-shouted her name in his surprise.
She looked up at him a moment to see his eyes were darkened with arousal, then with a joyous smile she ducked her head again to take him into her mouth, eliciting a moan from the Time Lord who was clutching her shoulders now.
She began to pleasure him, her warm hand and soft lips rapidly bringing him to a pitch of arousal until he was forced to warn her that his climax was close. She glanced up at him again and he moaned at the sight of her, then she resumed her ministrations until he came hard with a sob.
Martha straightened up, then pulled him down to lie beside her, draping one leg across his legs as she leant across his chest to kiss him.
The Doctor felt dazed but that didn't stop him responding to Martha's kiss and he recovered quickly enough to guide her on top of him, so that she lay face to face with him, her legs between his as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Thank you very much Martha Jones."
She smiled serenely. "Thank you Mr Smith." She wriggled experimentally and felt a laugh bubble up in his chest.
"Is this a hint?" he asked.
"Well you did say you wanted to make love," she answered.
"I did," he agreed. He rolled her onto her back, leaning on his arms as he positioned himself. "OK?"
She nodded, smiling encouragement at him, then moaned softly as he slipped inside her.
The Doctor made love to her with a tender passion that surprised and almost overwhelmed her, murmuring soft endearments in her ear and dropping even softer kisses on her face and neck.
They came together quietly, then the Doctor slipped out of her and lay beside her, pulling her close so he could tuck her head under his chin as she lay half draped across his chest. After a while Martha fell asleep, lulled by the sound of his double heartbeat, and the Doctor, thoroughly relaxed and content, dozed too.