[fic] Homecoming
Homecoming
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ship: Tom/Martha
Rating: PG
Summary: The second kiss was better.
A/N: For kit_maxel, who requested a Tom/Martha kiss. Eee, Tom! I forgot what he looked like so I Googled. Martha's a lucky girl. Minor spoilers for the current DW season. 290 words.
Tom kissed her when she got off the plane, and again by the car. It was better the second time: her bags were safely in the boot, the African sun was warm on the back of her neck, and Tom seemed to get - finally - that she was really there with him, so he was willing to take his time. Go slow. Make sure that Martha was deeply, thoroughly kissed before they went anywhere else.
She'd missed him. Between her UNIT duties, the Doctor, the Sontarans, and the Hath, she hadn't had much time to think about him, but she'd felt his absence, and this - standing in the sunlight, in his arms, being kissed - felt so good. She kissed him back greedily, her fingers plucking at his cotton shirt, eager to get underneath, to stroke his flat belly and the short hairs below his navel.
"Oh, God," Tom muttered, "I need to get you to the hotel."
"Yeah," Martha laughed, "yeah, you do. Preferably before we do something scandalous in the car park."
He kissed her lips quickly, then put his hands on her shoulders and held her at arm's length. "I have to ask because - well, you're Martha Jones - but the other day, when air ignited. Did you have anything to do with that?"
"I might have," she replied. "A little."
"Since I left England…just how many times have you saved the world?"
Martha continued to smile. Tom knew about her travels with the Doctor, and a little about the Year That Never Was. He didn't know that he'd died for her. "Just once," she said, lifting her hand to cover his. "Well, this world, anyway. It's been a slow couple of weeks."
5/14/2008
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ship: Tom/Martha
Rating: PG
Summary: The second kiss was better.
A/N: For kit_maxel, who requested a Tom/Martha kiss. Eee, Tom! I forgot what he looked like so I Googled. Martha's a lucky girl. Minor spoilers for the current DW season. 290 words.
Tom kissed her when she got off the plane, and again by the car. It was better the second time: her bags were safely in the boot, the African sun was warm on the back of her neck, and Tom seemed to get - finally - that she was really there with him, so he was willing to take his time. Go slow. Make sure that Martha was deeply, thoroughly kissed before they went anywhere else.
She'd missed him. Between her UNIT duties, the Doctor, the Sontarans, and the Hath, she hadn't had much time to think about him, but she'd felt his absence, and this - standing in the sunlight, in his arms, being kissed - felt so good. She kissed him back greedily, her fingers plucking at his cotton shirt, eager to get underneath, to stroke his flat belly and the short hairs below his navel.
"Oh, God," Tom muttered, "I need to get you to the hotel."
"Yeah," Martha laughed, "yeah, you do. Preferably before we do something scandalous in the car park."
He kissed her lips quickly, then put his hands on her shoulders and held her at arm's length. "I have to ask because - well, you're Martha Jones - but the other day, when air ignited. Did you have anything to do with that?"
"I might have," she replied. "A little."
"Since I left England…just how many times have you saved the world?"
Martha continued to smile. Tom knew about her travels with the Doctor, and a little about the Year That Never Was. He didn't know that he'd died for her. "Just once," she said, lifting her hand to cover his. "Well, this world, anyway. It's been a slow couple of weeks."
5/14/2008