DOCTOR WHO FICLET: The Seduction [ Martha/Ten/Romana | N17 ]
I promise, it's out of my system now, and I'll be resuming PG fic, as of tomorrow...but for now, however...
Title: The Seduction
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha Jones/Ten/Romana
Disclaimer; Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: Yes, you read that correctly, a sequel to my other fic A Timelord' Kiss, and a threesome to boot! Still pretty PWP, and very definitely a N17 rating!
~~~THE SEDUCTION~~~
It had been five days since she and Romana had become lovers, and Martha was trying her best to be discreet about it, much to Romana’s amusement. “He’s a Timelord, Martha,” she drawled. “He’s not easily embarrassed.”
“Could have fooled me,” Martha muttered. “You should have seen how flustered he got when he discovered the Master had a wife.”
“Oh, that’s different,” Romana said dismissively. “That’s history. This is totally different.”
But Martha wasn’t so sure and, to be quite honest, she found the idea of the Doctor knowing about her love life a bit embarrassing…probably because she still had some very conflicted feelings about him, she supposed.
They were in the wardrobe, looking for something appropriate to wear for their next stop - Alkeron, third plant from a dwarf sun - when Romana found a trunk with some of her old clothes in it.
“Oh my,” she said, as she held up a red frock coat against herself. “I’d forgotten I had this!” She tried on the jacket, over the Victorian blouse she wore, and did a twirl in front of the mirror. “What do you think? I was always fond of red.”
“And white, apparently,” Martha said, as she carefully unfolded a long, silky dress.
Romana clapped her hands together. “Oh, you must try it on,” she said. She dragged Martha’s vest over her head and Martha, getting into the swing of things, unzipped her jeans and wriggled out of them. Romana slipped the dress on, over Martha’s raised hands, and let it drape down her body, in one graceful shimmer.
“It feels lovely,” Martha said, as she smoothed her hands over the fabric.
“Put these on,” Romana said, handing her a pair of silvered high heels. They were a bit on the loose side, and Martha threw her an enquiring glance.
“From my first body,” Romana admitted. “I was a bit taller then, a lot more leg. I wore this dress the first time I met the Doctor. I had just graduated from the Academy, and I’d dressed to impress… Imagine my dismay when I realised that Gallifreyan high couture wasn’t exactly going to cut it with the Doctor.”
Martha grinned as she tried to imagine a young and unsure Romana, dressed in her best clothes, trying to impress an older Timelord. She failed miserably. “So that’s why you kept it? Nostalgia?” She couldn’t imagine that, either.
“Don’t be silly, it wasn’t me; it was the Doctor…although I doubt that was the memory he was trying to preserve.”
Martha quirked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
Romana smiled wickedly. “It was all quite amusing, really, because we were both pretty busy pretending we weren’t attracted to each other - I was young at the time, don’t know what his excuse was - but, anyway, there was a picnic involved, and…” She twitched at the skirts of the dress, pulling Martha closer. They were of a height, which held many advantages, as Martha had found out over the last few days.
“And then what” Martha asked softly, as Romana traced her mouth along her jaw.
“And then he pulled up my skirt, and touched me.” Her hand echoed her words, her fingers lingering on Martha’s thighs, drawing lazy circles, as they travelled upwards, and tugged on the flimsy cloth of her knickers. “Of course, that was nothing compared to what came after.”
“After?”
“Here, let me show you.” She gently pushed Martha against a wall, and slipped to her knees in one smooth move. “You’ve going to have to work with me here,” Romana said softly, smiling up at her. Martha blushed as she moved her hips under Romana’s guidance, letting her slide her knickers down to the floor, and then rested a leg over Romana’s shoulder. It was strange to see a woman kneeling in front of her, burying her mouth between her thighs.
The first touch took her by surprise even though she was expecting it; a quick flick of the tongue that drew quivers of need through the sensitised flesh and into her core. Her heartbeat skipped, and she let out a small, little sound of pleasure as she felt Romana slip inside her with a curled tongue and tease the bundle of nerves she found there. Her hands went to Romana’s hair, wrapping the strands through her fingers as Romana explored deeper, her teeth scraping against the flesh.
Martha bit her lip, nearly buckling under the sensation. “Romana…” Her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Romana’s small, strong hands grip her bottom and pull her closer, sucking and licking, lips, and tongue, and teeth.
A mixture of pleasure and pain, turning into something new, washed through her, and Martha arched against the wall, feeling the first sweet tendrils of orgasm, as she clutched at Romana’s hair. She shuddered, climaxing, feeling her legs give way, and Romana took the weight, holding her against the wall as another wave followed the first…
“Well that is interesting.”
Martha’s eyes flew open, and she felt her cheeks grow hot as the Doctor looked at her. “We’re at Alkeron,” he said, his voice even and cold. “I’ll wait in the other room until you’ve finished, shall I?”
Martha watched, speechless, still quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm, as he turned on his heels and left the room. “Oh God,” she muttered, as she slid down the wall. “He doesn’t look happy.”
Romana looked thoughtful as she absentmindedly licked her lips clean. It was probably the most erotic thing Martha had ever seen her do and, for a split second, she completely forgot about the Doctor.
Unfortunately, Romana hadn’t.
“You know what we have to do, don’t you?” she said.
Martha nodded unhappily. “Yeah, I suppose so,” she muttered. She didn’t know how she felt about it. The last few days with Romana had been the happiest she’d had since the year-that-wasn’t. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to let that go.
“Well, there’s no need to look so unhappy about it!” Romana declared. “Trust me; it isn’t as hard as you’d think. He’s just picked up a few human traits, of late; must have been all the isolation.”
“Huh?” Martha looked at her, puzzled. What had the Doctor’s human traits got to do with anything?
Romana smiled, her hand reaching out to trace the line of Martha’s neck. “It shouldn’t be very difficult. We’re both quite attractive, and the Doctor has always had an eye for beauty. We just need to put him in the way of temptation a bit.”
“Romana, what are you talking about?” Martha asked.
Romana looked at her, surprised. “Why, seducing the Doctor, silly, what else?”
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
If anybody else had suggested it, she wouldn’t have considered it in a million years, but this was Romana, and Romana could be very persuasive when she wanted to be…which never boded well for the Doctor’s chances, now that Martha thought of it.
First, there was the incident on the Captain's chair, which was rather fun. There was something very nice about the way it felt, straddling Romana on the chair as they fingered each other, kissing and nuzzling, half dressed, not a care in the world.
And the look on the Doctor face had been priceless when he walked in on them, but all he did was mutter as he backed out of the console room.
Romana sighed. “Well, we’ll have to up the stakes, then.” Her face lit up. “I know, the TARDIS console!” Martha would never admit it, but one of her first fantasies, about sleeping with the Doctor involved her sitting on the console. Apparently, great minds think alike.
The TARDIS thrummed loudly as Romana leaned back on its console panels, her legs wrapped around Martha’s shoulders, as she brought her off with her mouth.
“Perfect,” Romana sighed, shuddering, and Martha couldn’t help but agree as she lapped at Romana’s juices, feeling her quiver against her lips as she rolled her tongue over her clit.
The Doctor burst into the room, his face a picture of rage, his trousers tenting out in obvious arousal. “You did that on purpose!” he accused.
“Well, you seemed so pent up,” Romana drawled lazily. “It seemed the least I could do.”
“But…but…it’s not right!”
Romana threw him a weary eye. “Doctor, do try to make sense. What’s not right, exactly?”
“She’s my TARDIS, and…and…Martha is my companion..”
Romana’s lips twitched with amusement. “Why, Doctor, are you trying to tell me you want to trade places?”
The Doctor looked at her, and he stormed out of the room, silent.
“Not long now,” Romana said confidently.
“He felt it all, didn’t he?” Martha realised.
“What the TARDIS feels, the Doctor feels, and we both just gave the old girl a rather good romp!” Romana said, laughing as she patted the console.
There was something quite Machiavellian about Romana, sometimes, Martha thought.
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
They were in Romana’s room when it eventually happened, and Martha sensed, rather than saw the door open behind her, while she straddled Romana.
“Doctor,” Romana murmured, as his weight finally joined them on the bed.
“Romana.” Martha felt his fingers join Romana’s, following the curves of her waist, her spine, her bottom…
“Martha, lift your hips a bit,” he said softly, against her ear.
Martha shivered, but looked at Romana, who nodded, and she slowly raised her hips. She felt the grip of his hands along her thighs as he settled in behind her, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck as his skin slid over her back. She shuddered at the touch.
Romana smiled, and stroked Martha’s face. “See, not so difficult at all, really,” she said, her mouth dropping to Martha’s breast as the Doctor pressed against her, already hard, and e=pushed inside her.
He moved slowly, a teasing rhythm, and Martha felt her body tense as the pressure built. She felt Romana's hand brushed against the curve of her underbelly before slipping between her thighs, and bit her lip, arching into her touch.
"Romana."
"Sssh, just enjoy it."
The feeling of the Doctor inside her, thrusting and filling her, as Romana teased and pushed, with mouth and fingers, sent Martha flying and she felt the orgasm build, pooling low in her belly, and then sparking, sending her over the edge, as she bucked back into the Doctor thrust. His grip tightened on her hips as she climaxed, holding her as she arched under him. "Oh God..."
They collapsed into a heap, a tangle of bodies and sweat. Eventually, Romana moved, a silent protest, and Martha resettled her weight. "Is this what it's going to be like?" Martha asked unsurely. "Is this us?"
"If it's what you want us to be," the Doctor said lowly, as he rolled to the side, slipping out of her. She looked a him and tried to fathom what he was thinking.
"Doctor, stop confusing the girl," Romana murmured. "Let's just be here now, eh?"
~~~~~And yes, here's more~~~~~
Title: The Seduction
Author: jinxed_wood
Rating: N17
Pairing: Martha Jones/Ten/Romana
Disclaimer; Doctor Who belongs to the Beeb, all I have is my Microsoft Word…
Author’s Note: Yes, you read that correctly, a sequel to my other fic A Timelord' Kiss, and a threesome to boot! Still pretty PWP, and very definitely a N17 rating!
~~~THE SEDUCTION~~~
It had been five days since she and Romana had become lovers, and Martha was trying her best to be discreet about it, much to Romana’s amusement. “He’s a Timelord, Martha,” she drawled. “He’s not easily embarrassed.”
“Could have fooled me,” Martha muttered. “You should have seen how flustered he got when he discovered the Master had a wife.”
“Oh, that’s different,” Romana said dismissively. “That’s history. This is totally different.”
But Martha wasn’t so sure and, to be quite honest, she found the idea of the Doctor knowing about her love life a bit embarrassing…probably because she still had some very conflicted feelings about him, she supposed.
They were in the wardrobe, looking for something appropriate to wear for their next stop - Alkeron, third plant from a dwarf sun - when Romana found a trunk with some of her old clothes in it.
“Oh my,” she said, as she held up a red frock coat against herself. “I’d forgotten I had this!” She tried on the jacket, over the Victorian blouse she wore, and did a twirl in front of the mirror. “What do you think? I was always fond of red.”
“And white, apparently,” Martha said, as she carefully unfolded a long, silky dress.
Romana clapped her hands together. “Oh, you must try it on,” she said. She dragged Martha’s vest over her head and Martha, getting into the swing of things, unzipped her jeans and wriggled out of them. Romana slipped the dress on, over Martha’s raised hands, and let it drape down her body, in one graceful shimmer.
“It feels lovely,” Martha said, as she smoothed her hands over the fabric.
“Put these on,” Romana said, handing her a pair of silvered high heels. They were a bit on the loose side, and Martha threw her an enquiring glance.
“From my first body,” Romana admitted. “I was a bit taller then, a lot more leg. I wore this dress the first time I met the Doctor. I had just graduated from the Academy, and I’d dressed to impress… Imagine my dismay when I realised that Gallifreyan high couture wasn’t exactly going to cut it with the Doctor.”
Martha grinned as she tried to imagine a young and unsure Romana, dressed in her best clothes, trying to impress an older Timelord. She failed miserably. “So that’s why you kept it? Nostalgia?” She couldn’t imagine that, either.
“Don’t be silly, it wasn’t me; it was the Doctor…although I doubt that was the memory he was trying to preserve.”
Martha quirked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
Romana smiled wickedly. “It was all quite amusing, really, because we were both pretty busy pretending we weren’t attracted to each other - I was young at the time, don’t know what his excuse was - but, anyway, there was a picnic involved, and…” She twitched at the skirts of the dress, pulling Martha closer. They were of a height, which held many advantages, as Martha had found out over the last few days.
“And then what” Martha asked softly, as Romana traced her mouth along her jaw.
“And then he pulled up my skirt, and touched me.” Her hand echoed her words, her fingers lingering on Martha’s thighs, drawing lazy circles, as they travelled upwards, and tugged on the flimsy cloth of her knickers. “Of course, that was nothing compared to what came after.”
“After?”
“Here, let me show you.” She gently pushed Martha against a wall, and slipped to her knees in one smooth move. “You’ve going to have to work with me here,” Romana said softly, smiling up at her. Martha blushed as she moved her hips under Romana’s guidance, letting her slide her knickers down to the floor, and then rested a leg over Romana’s shoulder. It was strange to see a woman kneeling in front of her, burying her mouth between her thighs.
The first touch took her by surprise even though she was expecting it; a quick flick of the tongue that drew quivers of need through the sensitised flesh and into her core. Her heartbeat skipped, and she let out a small, little sound of pleasure as she felt Romana slip inside her with a curled tongue and tease the bundle of nerves she found there. Her hands went to Romana’s hair, wrapping the strands through her fingers as Romana explored deeper, her teeth scraping against the flesh.
Martha bit her lip, nearly buckling under the sensation. “Romana…” Her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Romana’s small, strong hands grip her bottom and pull her closer, sucking and licking, lips, and tongue, and teeth.
A mixture of pleasure and pain, turning into something new, washed through her, and Martha arched against the wall, feeling the first sweet tendrils of orgasm, as she clutched at Romana’s hair. She shuddered, climaxing, feeling her legs give way, and Romana took the weight, holding her against the wall as another wave followed the first…
“Well that is interesting.”
Martha’s eyes flew open, and she felt her cheeks grow hot as the Doctor looked at her. “We’re at Alkeron,” he said, his voice even and cold. “I’ll wait in the other room until you’ve finished, shall I?”
Martha watched, speechless, still quivering with the aftershocks of orgasm, as he turned on his heels and left the room. “Oh God,” she muttered, as she slid down the wall. “He doesn’t look happy.”
Romana looked thoughtful as she absentmindedly licked her lips clean. It was probably the most erotic thing Martha had ever seen her do and, for a split second, she completely forgot about the Doctor.
Unfortunately, Romana hadn’t.
“You know what we have to do, don’t you?” she said.
Martha nodded unhappily. “Yeah, I suppose so,” she muttered. She didn’t know how she felt about it. The last few days with Romana had been the happiest she’d had since the year-that-wasn’t. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to let that go.
“Well, there’s no need to look so unhappy about it!” Romana declared. “Trust me; it isn’t as hard as you’d think. He’s just picked up a few human traits, of late; must have been all the isolation.”
“Huh?” Martha looked at her, puzzled. What had the Doctor’s human traits got to do with anything?
Romana smiled, her hand reaching out to trace the line of Martha’s neck. “It shouldn’t be very difficult. We’re both quite attractive, and the Doctor has always had an eye for beauty. We just need to put him in the way of temptation a bit.”
“Romana, what are you talking about?” Martha asked.
Romana looked at her, surprised. “Why, seducing the Doctor, silly, what else?”
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
If anybody else had suggested it, she wouldn’t have considered it in a million years, but this was Romana, and Romana could be very persuasive when she wanted to be…which never boded well for the Doctor’s chances, now that Martha thought of it.
First, there was the incident on the Captain's chair, which was rather fun. There was something very nice about the way it felt, straddling Romana on the chair as they fingered each other, kissing and nuzzling, half dressed, not a care in the world.
And the look on the Doctor face had been priceless when he walked in on them, but all he did was mutter as he backed out of the console room.
Romana sighed. “Well, we’ll have to up the stakes, then.” Her face lit up. “I know, the TARDIS console!” Martha would never admit it, but one of her first fantasies, about sleeping with the Doctor involved her sitting on the console. Apparently, great minds think alike.
The TARDIS thrummed loudly as Romana leaned back on its console panels, her legs wrapped around Martha’s shoulders, as she brought her off with her mouth.
“Perfect,” Romana sighed, shuddering, and Martha couldn’t help but agree as she lapped at Romana’s juices, feeling her quiver against her lips as she rolled her tongue over her clit.
The Doctor burst into the room, his face a picture of rage, his trousers tenting out in obvious arousal. “You did that on purpose!” he accused.
“Well, you seemed so pent up,” Romana drawled lazily. “It seemed the least I could do.”
“But…but…it’s not right!”
Romana threw him a weary eye. “Doctor, do try to make sense. What’s not right, exactly?”
“She’s my TARDIS, and…and…Martha is my companion..”
Romana’s lips twitched with amusement. “Why, Doctor, are you trying to tell me you want to trade places?”
The Doctor looked at her, and he stormed out of the room, silent.
“Not long now,” Romana said confidently.
“He felt it all, didn’t he?” Martha realised.
“What the TARDIS feels, the Doctor feels, and we both just gave the old girl a rather good romp!” Romana said, laughing as she patted the console.
There was something quite Machiavellian about Romana, sometimes, Martha thought.
~~~~~*~~*~~*~~~~~
They were in Romana’s room when it eventually happened, and Martha sensed, rather than saw the door open behind her, while she straddled Romana.
“Doctor,” Romana murmured, as his weight finally joined them on the bed.
“Romana.” Martha felt his fingers join Romana’s, following the curves of her waist, her spine, her bottom…
“Martha, lift your hips a bit,” he said softly, against her ear.
Martha shivered, but looked at Romana, who nodded, and she slowly raised her hips. She felt the grip of his hands along her thighs as he settled in behind her, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck as his skin slid over her back. She shuddered at the touch.
Romana smiled, and stroked Martha’s face. “See, not so difficult at all, really,” she said, her mouth dropping to Martha’s breast as the Doctor pressed against her, already hard, and e=pushed inside her.
He moved slowly, a teasing rhythm, and Martha felt her body tense as the pressure built. She felt Romana's hand brushed against the curve of her underbelly before slipping between her thighs, and bit her lip, arching into her touch.
"Romana."
"Sssh, just enjoy it."
The feeling of the Doctor inside her, thrusting and filling her, as Romana teased and pushed, with mouth and fingers, sent Martha flying and she felt the orgasm build, pooling low in her belly, and then sparking, sending her over the edge, as she bucked back into the Doctor thrust. His grip tightened on her hips as she climaxed, holding her as she arched under him. "Oh God..."
They collapsed into a heap, a tangle of bodies and sweat. Eventually, Romana moved, a silent protest, and Martha resettled her weight. "Is this what it's going to be like?" Martha asked unsurely. "Is this us?"
"If it's what you want us to be," the Doctor said lowly, as he rolled to the side, slipping out of her. She looked a him and tried to fathom what he was thinking.
"Doctor, stop confusing the girl," Romana murmured. "Let's just be here now, eh?"
~~~~~And yes, here's more~~~~~