Strawberries for Breakfast (Celebrating Martha's Birthday 1/ ?)
Title: Strawberries for Breakfast
Author: Persiflage_1
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: For the whole of S3. Set some time after the end of "The Last of the Time Lords" - Martha is in Cardiff working for Torchwood.
Summary: The Doctor decides to help Martha celebrate her birthday, with interesting results.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: This is my first Ten/Martha story. It started out as pure fluff/PWP - but then Ten uttered the last line and I realised there would be more.
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Martha Jones surfaced slowly from sleep, vaguely aware that a noise, a somehow familiar noise that she couldn't quite place, had woken her. She opened her eyes and focused them on a tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed man in a blue suit who was sitting on the chair beside her bed, grinning at her
"Doctor?" She felt a surge of pleasure at seeing him, then remembered that it had been so hot in her Cardiff flat last night that she had gone to bed naked. "Doctor!" She snatched up her pillow and clutched it in front of herself, her dark skin taking on a reddish tone in her embarrassment. "Do you mind?" she demanded.
"Me? No, I don't mind," he answered, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Well I do!" Martha retorted hotly.
"Why? It's just skin," the Doctor answered reasonably. She glowered at him and his smile faded a bit.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, still hugging the pillow, although she realised how futile the gesture was.
"I thought we might spend the day together - to celebrate your birthday," he added.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "How did you know it was my birthday?"
He clicked his tongue. "Honestly Miss Jones, you must be half asleep still. Time Lord, remember?" He grinned widely. "Do you want your present?"
Her eyes brightened and a big smile lit up her face. "You brought me a present?"
"Well it is traditional," he answered.
"What did you bring me?" she asked. Then she frowned. "You didn't bring me an alien pet or plant or something, did you?"
He looked hurt. "I did not." He shook his head. "Have you no faith in me?"
Martha realised he was genuinely hurt. "Sorry." She gave him an expectant look and his smile came back. He bent and picked up a basket from the floor beside the chair, got up and crossed to sit beside her on the bed. Martha looked at the basket, then up at his face, puzzled.
"Open it," he urged.
Martha reached out past her pillow, then gasped when the Doctor deftly pulled it away from her.
"Bit late for that," he pointed out, eyes sparkling with laughter as he tossed it aside.
Martha stuck her tongue out at him, then lifted up the lid of the basket. Inside, nestled in a huge quantity of tissue paper, was a bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes and a bowl of strawberries.
She looked up to see the Doctor watching her intently. There was an emotion in his eyes that she recognised but couldn't name.
"Breakfast in bed," he said.
Martha looked back into the basket then back up at his face. "You brought me champagne and strawberries for breakfast?"
"Why not?"
She shrugged expressively, her long black hair swinging. "Why not indeed?"
The Doctor pulled out the glasses and gave them to her, then pulled out the bottle of champagne. He zapped the cork with his Sonic Screwdriver and it shot out with a loud pop. He poured the champagne carefully, concentrating on not spilling a drop. Then he put the bottle down on top of the bedside locker and lifted the bowl of strawberries from the basket. He set the basket down on the floor and the bowl down on the bed beside them. Taking one of the glasses back from Martha he clinked it against the glass she held. His gaze held hers as he spoke.
"To the birthday girl. To Miss Jones who saved the world. Many happy returns."
She blushed. "Thank you." She took a sip of the champagne. "This feels very decadent."
"Good. You deserve some decadence."
He lifted a strawberry from the bowl and held it out to her. She lifted her free hand from the bed to take it from him, but he pulled it away. Martha looked at him, puzzled.
"Open wide," he said, grinning again.
She grinned back, then opened her mouth obediently. The Doctor leant forward and put the strawberry in her mouth, watching closely as she closed her eyes at the last moment before closing her mouth over the bright red fruit. Martha kept her eyes closed as she chewed, savouring the juiciness of the strawberry. She was thinking about the look on the Doctor's face, too. She was fairly sure she knew what the look meant, but she wasn't going to ask him. He was too fond of dodging questions, so she would wait and see if she was right.
Swallowing, she opened her eyes. The Doctor already had another strawberry in his hand. As she watched, he dipped it into his glass of champagne. "Ever tried this?" he asked, his voice huskier than usual.
"No," Martha answered in a whisper.
"You'd better lean forward, unless you want drips on the bedding."
She obeyed, eyes closed, mouth open. He put the fruit in her mouth and before she could pull back, she felt the whisper of a kiss against her lips. Her eyes flew open and she found his face right in front of hers.
She swallowed hastily. "What - ?"
She got no further than that one word as his mouth descended on hers. She became aware that he'd taken her glass from her hand only when she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. His kiss was gentle, but determined and Martha found herself wondering just what was going on - apart from the obvious fact that she was naked and being kissed by a Time Lord.
The Doctor pulled away and she opened her eyes to see him running his tongue over his lips.
She watched, hypnotised. When she finally tore her gaze from his mouth, she found him smirking at her. Oh but that won't do! she thought and lunged at him, grabbing his head and snogging him forcefully, her hands running through his already tousled hair. He allowed himself to fall backwards onto her bed, pulling her down on top of him.
Martha pulled herself up immediately, leaning her hands either side of his shoulders, her breasts hanging over him. He noticed that her nipples were hard and brought one long-fingered hand up between their bodies to cup the left one in his hand. She gasped at the touch, his fingers cool against her heated skin. She looked down into his face.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
The Doctor quirked one eyebrow at her. "Really Miss Jones, I'm disappointed in you. You're a doctor and you don't know?" His grin was positively Cheshire Cat-like and his eyes danced with mirth.
She gave him what he thought of as her 'Don't mess with me' look. "Very well then. Why are we doing this?"
"Because I thought you wanted to," he answered.
"I did." He raised his eyebrow again. "I do. But I didn't think you did," she said.
"I didn't before. I do now," he answered simply.
"But - "
"Miss Jones, much as I admire your spirit of enquiry, there are times when so many questions are not as appropriate." He propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face scant inches from her own. "It's your birthday. I wanted to give you the very best birthday I could. Is that OK?"
She looked into those deep brown eyes and nodded.
"Good." He reached up with one hand and cupped her face, then kissed her again. She soon found herself lying full length on top of him, kissing him very enthusiastically. She squirmed a bit, then stopped, pulling away from him. He gave her a questioning look.
"Doctor, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you pleased to see me?"
He rolled his eyes expressively at the cliché. "There is a banana in my pocket," he answered. "But I am very pleased to see you." He reached down and pulled the banana from his trouser pocket.
Martha giggled.
"What?" he asked, eyes dancing with amusement.
"I've always wanted to ask a guy that," she said, giggling more.
"You know, you really are incorrigible," he said.
"So are you!" she protested. "Plus you're wearing too many clothes." She began to unbutton his shirt, only to find a T-shirt underneath her questing fingers. "Far too many clothes," she said emphatically. "Sit up!"
He raised his eyebrows at her commanding tone. "But of course, madam." He laid emphasis on the last word as he sat up.
"Are you calling me a madam?" Martha asked, grinning.
"Maybe."
She made an indeterminate noise and pulled his jacket off his shoulders, then leant forward to push the sleeves down his arms. The Doctor turned his head and nibbled on her ear. "God! You and your oral fixation!"
"Be honest, you like my oral fixation," he murmured.
"I might do," she answered, as she went back to his shirt buttons whilst he pulled his arms out of his jacket. She pulled his tie undone and tossed it onto the bed before pulling his shirt off his shoulders. As she leant forward a second time, he nuzzled at her neck, then smirked when he heard her gasp. She immediately responded by shifting her hips on his thighs. He felt his erection harden further underneath her heat and grabbed her for another kiss.
"This would be much quicker if you didn't keep interrupting me," she said when she could finally speak again.
"Don't you like my interruptions?" he asked, pouting at her.
She grinned at him. "Yes I do."
"Good."
She pulled his shirt free of the waistband of his trousers, then pulled it off, before untucking his T-shirt. She slid her hands under the T-shirt then ran them around his lean waist to the small of his back. She sat up further and leant over his shoulder to pull the T-shirt free at the back. A shudder ran through the Doctor's body and she moved back to look down at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open slightly, and she realised her hard nipples had been pressed against him as she had been leaning over his shoulder. She grinned, then pulled his T-shirt up and over his head before settling back down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for yet another kiss. Martha moaned a little; she was incredibly aroused and he was still half dressed.
She pulled herself free of his kiss, then lifted herself off his lap to sit beside him. "Come on you," she said, tapping his chest. "Strip."
He raised his eyebrows at her, grinning, before sliding off the bed. He stood facing her and pulled his shoes and socks off in the same all-in-one motion she'd seen him use in the Royal Hope when they were on the moon. He put them together tidily on the floor, then scooped up the rest of his clothes and dropped them onto the chair. Then he put his hands in his trouser pockets and deliberately pulled them backwards so that the material pulled tight and flat across his crotch making his erection very plain.
Martha licked her lips unconsciously, then looked up to see him watching her intently.
"Like what you see?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face again.
"I haven't seen it yet," she answered pointedly.
He stepped over to the bed, pulled his hands from his pockets and, in a move too fast for Martha to follow, whipped his trousers down and off, dropping them onto the chair with the rest of his clothes.
She stared unashamedly at the naked Time Lord before her. "Wow!" she said softly, unable to help herself.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," the Doctor said, laughter in his voice.
She looked up and grinned at him, then slowly and deliberately stretched out on her back, parting her legs in invitation. The Doctor was on the bed and kissing her passionately instantly. He slid inside her and she clutched at his shoulders as he began to move backwards and forwards inside her, carrying her to the brink, then over it, both of them falling together.
After their movements stilled, he whispered in her ear. "Happy birthday Miss Jones."
"Thank you."
"And Martha - " He paused, lifting his head from her breasts so that he could see her face below him. "You stopped being second best a long, long time ago."
Author: Persiflage_1
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: For the whole of S3. Set some time after the end of "The Last of the Time Lords" - Martha is in Cardiff working for Torchwood.
Summary: The Doctor decides to help Martha celebrate her birthday, with interesting results.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: This is my first Ten/Martha story. It started out as pure fluff/PWP - but then Ten uttered the last line and I realised there would be more.
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Martha Jones surfaced slowly from sleep, vaguely aware that a noise, a somehow familiar noise that she couldn't quite place, had woken her. She opened her eyes and focused them on a tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed man in a blue suit who was sitting on the chair beside her bed, grinning at her
"Doctor?" She felt a surge of pleasure at seeing him, then remembered that it had been so hot in her Cardiff flat last night that she had gone to bed naked. "Doctor!" She snatched up her pillow and clutched it in front of herself, her dark skin taking on a reddish tone in her embarrassment. "Do you mind?" she demanded.
"Me? No, I don't mind," he answered, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Well I do!" Martha retorted hotly.
"Why? It's just skin," the Doctor answered reasonably. She glowered at him and his smile faded a bit.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, still hugging the pillow, although she realised how futile the gesture was.
"I thought we might spend the day together - to celebrate your birthday," he added.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "How did you know it was my birthday?"
He clicked his tongue. "Honestly Miss Jones, you must be half asleep still. Time Lord, remember?" He grinned widely. "Do you want your present?"
Her eyes brightened and a big smile lit up her face. "You brought me a present?"
"Well it is traditional," he answered.
"What did you bring me?" she asked. Then she frowned. "You didn't bring me an alien pet or plant or something, did you?"
He looked hurt. "I did not." He shook his head. "Have you no faith in me?"
Martha realised he was genuinely hurt. "Sorry." She gave him an expectant look and his smile came back. He bent and picked up a basket from the floor beside the chair, got up and crossed to sit beside her on the bed. Martha looked at the basket, then up at his face, puzzled.
"Open it," he urged.
Martha reached out past her pillow, then gasped when the Doctor deftly pulled it away from her.
"Bit late for that," he pointed out, eyes sparkling with laughter as he tossed it aside.
Martha stuck her tongue out at him, then lifted up the lid of the basket. Inside, nestled in a huge quantity of tissue paper, was a bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes and a bowl of strawberries.
She looked up to see the Doctor watching her intently. There was an emotion in his eyes that she recognised but couldn't name.
"Breakfast in bed," he said.
Martha looked back into the basket then back up at his face. "You brought me champagne and strawberries for breakfast?"
"Why not?"
She shrugged expressively, her long black hair swinging. "Why not indeed?"
The Doctor pulled out the glasses and gave them to her, then pulled out the bottle of champagne. He zapped the cork with his Sonic Screwdriver and it shot out with a loud pop. He poured the champagne carefully, concentrating on not spilling a drop. Then he put the bottle down on top of the bedside locker and lifted the bowl of strawberries from the basket. He set the basket down on the floor and the bowl down on the bed beside them. Taking one of the glasses back from Martha he clinked it against the glass she held. His gaze held hers as he spoke.
"To the birthday girl. To Miss Jones who saved the world. Many happy returns."
She blushed. "Thank you." She took a sip of the champagne. "This feels very decadent."
"Good. You deserve some decadence."
He lifted a strawberry from the bowl and held it out to her. She lifted her free hand from the bed to take it from him, but he pulled it away. Martha looked at him, puzzled.
"Open wide," he said, grinning again.
She grinned back, then opened her mouth obediently. The Doctor leant forward and put the strawberry in her mouth, watching closely as she closed her eyes at the last moment before closing her mouth over the bright red fruit. Martha kept her eyes closed as she chewed, savouring the juiciness of the strawberry. She was thinking about the look on the Doctor's face, too. She was fairly sure she knew what the look meant, but she wasn't going to ask him. He was too fond of dodging questions, so she would wait and see if she was right.
Swallowing, she opened her eyes. The Doctor already had another strawberry in his hand. As she watched, he dipped it into his glass of champagne. "Ever tried this?" he asked, his voice huskier than usual.
"No," Martha answered in a whisper.
"You'd better lean forward, unless you want drips on the bedding."
She obeyed, eyes closed, mouth open. He put the fruit in her mouth and before she could pull back, she felt the whisper of a kiss against her lips. Her eyes flew open and she found his face right in front of hers.
She swallowed hastily. "What - ?"
She got no further than that one word as his mouth descended on hers. She became aware that he'd taken her glass from her hand only when she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. His kiss was gentle, but determined and Martha found herself wondering just what was going on - apart from the obvious fact that she was naked and being kissed by a Time Lord.
The Doctor pulled away and she opened her eyes to see him running his tongue over his lips.
She watched, hypnotised. When she finally tore her gaze from his mouth, she found him smirking at her. Oh but that won't do! she thought and lunged at him, grabbing his head and snogging him forcefully, her hands running through his already tousled hair. He allowed himself to fall backwards onto her bed, pulling her down on top of him.
Martha pulled herself up immediately, leaning her hands either side of his shoulders, her breasts hanging over him. He noticed that her nipples were hard and brought one long-fingered hand up between their bodies to cup the left one in his hand. She gasped at the touch, his fingers cool against her heated skin. She looked down into his face.
"What are we doing?" she asked.
The Doctor quirked one eyebrow at her. "Really Miss Jones, I'm disappointed in you. You're a doctor and you don't know?" His grin was positively Cheshire Cat-like and his eyes danced with mirth.
She gave him what he thought of as her 'Don't mess with me' look. "Very well then. Why are we doing this?"
"Because I thought you wanted to," he answered.
"I did." He raised his eyebrow again. "I do. But I didn't think you did," she said.
"I didn't before. I do now," he answered simply.
"But - "
"Miss Jones, much as I admire your spirit of enquiry, there are times when so many questions are not as appropriate." He propped himself up on his elbows, bringing his face scant inches from her own. "It's your birthday. I wanted to give you the very best birthday I could. Is that OK?"
She looked into those deep brown eyes and nodded.
"Good." He reached up with one hand and cupped her face, then kissed her again. She soon found herself lying full length on top of him, kissing him very enthusiastically. She squirmed a bit, then stopped, pulling away from him. He gave her a questioning look.
"Doctor, is that a banana in your pocket, or are you pleased to see me?"
He rolled his eyes expressively at the cliché. "There is a banana in my pocket," he answered. "But I am very pleased to see you." He reached down and pulled the banana from his trouser pocket.
Martha giggled.
"What?" he asked, eyes dancing with amusement.
"I've always wanted to ask a guy that," she said, giggling more.
"You know, you really are incorrigible," he said.
"So are you!" she protested. "Plus you're wearing too many clothes." She began to unbutton his shirt, only to find a T-shirt underneath her questing fingers. "Far too many clothes," she said emphatically. "Sit up!"
He raised his eyebrows at her commanding tone. "But of course, madam." He laid emphasis on the last word as he sat up.
"Are you calling me a madam?" Martha asked, grinning.
"Maybe."
She made an indeterminate noise and pulled his jacket off his shoulders, then leant forward to push the sleeves down his arms. The Doctor turned his head and nibbled on her ear. "God! You and your oral fixation!"
"Be honest, you like my oral fixation," he murmured.
"I might do," she answered, as she went back to his shirt buttons whilst he pulled his arms out of his jacket. She pulled his tie undone and tossed it onto the bed before pulling his shirt off his shoulders. As she leant forward a second time, he nuzzled at her neck, then smirked when he heard her gasp. She immediately responded by shifting her hips on his thighs. He felt his erection harden further underneath her heat and grabbed her for another kiss.
"This would be much quicker if you didn't keep interrupting me," she said when she could finally speak again.
"Don't you like my interruptions?" he asked, pouting at her.
She grinned at him. "Yes I do."
"Good."
She pulled his shirt free of the waistband of his trousers, then pulled it off, before untucking his T-shirt. She slid her hands under the T-shirt then ran them around his lean waist to the small of his back. She sat up further and leant over his shoulder to pull the T-shirt free at the back. A shudder ran through the Doctor's body and she moved back to look down at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open slightly, and she realised her hard nipples had been pressed against him as she had been leaning over his shoulder. She grinned, then pulled his T-shirt up and over his head before settling back down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for yet another kiss. Martha moaned a little; she was incredibly aroused and he was still half dressed.
She pulled herself free of his kiss, then lifted herself off his lap to sit beside him. "Come on you," she said, tapping his chest. "Strip."
He raised his eyebrows at her, grinning, before sliding off the bed. He stood facing her and pulled his shoes and socks off in the same all-in-one motion she'd seen him use in the Royal Hope when they were on the moon. He put them together tidily on the floor, then scooped up the rest of his clothes and dropped them onto the chair. Then he put his hands in his trouser pockets and deliberately pulled them backwards so that the material pulled tight and flat across his crotch making his erection very plain.
Martha licked her lips unconsciously, then looked up to see him watching her intently.
"Like what you see?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face again.
"I haven't seen it yet," she answered pointedly.
He stepped over to the bed, pulled his hands from his pockets and, in a move too fast for Martha to follow, whipped his trousers down and off, dropping them onto the chair with the rest of his clothes.
She stared unashamedly at the naked Time Lord before her. "Wow!" she said softly, unable to help herself.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," the Doctor said, laughter in his voice.
She looked up and grinned at him, then slowly and deliberately stretched out on her back, parting her legs in invitation. The Doctor was on the bed and kissing her passionately instantly. He slid inside her and she clutched at his shoulders as he began to move backwards and forwards inside her, carrying her to the brink, then over it, both of them falling together.
After their movements stilled, he whispered in her ear. "Happy birthday Miss Jones."
"Thank you."
"And Martha - " He paused, lifting his head from her breasts so that he could see her face below him. "You stopped being second best a long, long time ago."