Trust
Title: Trust
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Shakespeare Code - if you squint.
Summary: The Doctor reveals his telepathic abilities to Martha.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who", and all that jazz…
Author Notes: padawanpooh requested a Telepathic!Sex threequal to Warmth, Apology and Attics, and apparently Ten!Bunny agreed because he bit me, so this fic is for her. It's the fourth in my TSC series (I won't say it's the last - I wouldn't dare !)
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The Doctor lay beside Martha, caressing her gently; he had such an absent-minded air that she wondered if he even remembered she was there. He'd seemed distracted since they had finished making love and she wondered if he was regretting it, even though he had instigated it. She had firmly pushed their previous encounter to the back of her mind under the pressure of dealing with the Carrionites. Perhaps he was wishing she was Rose…
"I didn't sleep with Rose." He spoke quietly, taking her by surprise since he seemed to be answering her thoughts. He propped his head up on his right arm as his left hand continued to stroke across her stomach, arms and breasts, and looked at her. "You were wondering if I was regretting making love to you - I don't. Part of me wishes that Rose and I had been lovers, but she would have wanted so much more than that, things I couldn't have given her."
Martha stared at him in surprise. "How did you do that?" she demanded, then her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God! You read my mind!" He nodded, pleased that she'd worked it out for herself. "That's how you were able to reach Peter Street," she added.
"Top of the class, Miss Jones," he said, smiling warmly, but she was less interested in his praise than she might have been.
"Have you been reading my mind ever since we met?" she demanded suspiciously.
"No, I promise you. I try not to on the whole - it would be rather rude, and even I'm not that rude. But if I'm in close physical contact with someone then it's sometimes hard for me not to, especially if they're thinking loudly."
"Oh." She frowned. "Can I shut you out?"
He nodded again. "You just have to imagine a door and see it shutting on your thoughts. Whatever is behind the door will be hidden from me."
She concentrated, closing her eyes and missing the saddened look in the Doctor's eyes as a huge steel door slammed in her mind. He felt pride in her, though - she had completely shut him out of her mind so that all he could see was the door and Martha standing in front of it, arms folded. She opened her eyes again, a question in them.
"Very effective," he said, his tone clipped and neutral. She wasn't fooled, though - he could see from her face that she understood that what she'd done was significant. She reached down and caught hold of his hand as it was trailing across her flat stomach, and pulled it up to her mouth. She kissed his knuckles, then opened her mental door again. He looked at her in surprise and confusion.
"There's nothing in my head that I'm ashamed of you knowing," she said.
"But you barely know me!" he protested, thoroughly shocked.
"I trust you," she answered simply.
He found himself speechless for a few moments. "Martha - " he began once he found his voice again.
She interrupted him. "Doctor, do you seriously think that we'd have made love if I didn't trust you?"
He closed his mouth abruptly, then opened it again to answer. "No." He knew she wasn't that impulsive or desperate.
"Well then." She leant forward and kissed him gently, closing her eyes and his mind filled with images of them making love; he found himself becoming aroused again and pulled away from her; she immediately opened her eyes.
"Lie down," he said quietly.
She lay back again, her eyes full of curiosity. He positioned himself over her, the tip of his erection brushing against her stomach.
"There's something I want to try," he said, "but it might not work."
"OK."
"Close your eyes." She closed her eyes, then felt his hand at her temple. She started with surprise when she found him in her mind. OK? he asked, and she realised that he hadn't spoken aloud.
Yes. She felt his mouth on hers, kissing her hungrily and was astonished to realise that she could taste her own kisses, as well as his. The sensation of his tongue stroking over hers, curling around her teeth was intense. She thought of his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth, then felt him doing it and she explored the sensation of tasting things with his tongue, which was far more sensitive than her own.
He finally broke their kiss so that they could catch their breath and she gave him a dazed look.
OK? he asked.
Yes. It's just - that was very intense.
If it gets too much tell me and I'll break the link, OK?
OK. She looked thoughtful. Does the link only work if you touch my head?
I don't know. Some humans are far more receptive, telepathically, than others, and with some the link goes in both directions.
Her eyebrows arched upwards. You mean I could enter your mind? she asked eagerly.
He nodded, wondering if he should have kept quiet about that possibility. He remembered Reinette reading his thoughts as easily as if he'd spoken them aloud. She sensed his doubt, even without being in his mind and he couldn't help marvelling at her capacity for surprising him. She was such a quick study. He grinned at her, startling her with his sudden change of mood. Martha Jones, you are quite brilliant! He bent his head and kissed her very thoroughly, leaving her breathless, then he rolled them over so that he was on his back and she lay on top of him. We'll be more comfortable this way round, he explained.
He took her right hand in his and guided it to his temple. Now do the same with your other hand. She copied the gesture, then closed her eyes without being told and concentrated. She gave a tiny gasp when she saw him standing in front of her in the centre of a vast circular room, dozens of doors surrounding them.
Does your mind always look like this? she asked curiously.
No. This is how I'm representing it to you to make it easier for your first time in here.
What's behind the doors?
Memories, he answered.
Can I look? she asked.
He nodded. The things I don't want you to see are elsewhere.
Martha moved to a door and opened it, the Doctor close behind her. She found a long white beach with a brilliant blue sky and blazing sun above, and palm trees scattered in clumps across the sand. The Doctor took her hand and guided her across the beach towards a particular group of trees. There was a large picnic rug spread beneath the trees, and an empty picnic hamper nearby. The Doctor pointed out two distant figures. That's me, a long time ago.
She squinted but the sunlight dazzling on the sea was too bright for her to clearly make out the figures. The Doctor stood behind her, running his hands up and down her arms - slow, sensuous movements that sent tingles up and down her body. He began to kiss the side of her neck and her shoulder. Then his hands moved from her arms to her breasts, cupping their weight as he stroked his thumbs over her hardening nipples. She found she was becoming aroused and she pressed back against his body, immediately feeling his arousal against her bottom.
She turned in his arms, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and he bent his head to kiss her mouth before pulling her down onto the rug. He lay on his back, just as he was in the TARDIS attic room, encouraging her to lie on top of him.
Are you OK with being on top? he asked.
Yes. He sensed that she was surprised that he asked and he realised that she'd never been given a choice before about how she'd wanted to make love. He saw brief glimpses of previous couplings in her mind and felt hurt on her behalf that any man could be so careless of such a beautiful woman.
It's OK, she assured him. They're history.
He nodded and focused instead on kissing her, before moving his hands to her waist and holding her steady as she lifted herself up to guide his hard length into her slick heat. He held her hips as she began to move and they both began to breathe more heavily as their mental link intensified the physical sensations.
It's been a long time since I've done this with the telepathic link, the Doctor observed breathlessly.
Martha just nodded, concentrating on trying to sort out their shared sensations. She couldn't tell where she began and he ended, all she knew was that the pleasure she was sharing with him wasn't merely doubled by the mental link, it was multiplied. It felt like a feedback loop and since every sensation was multiplied it didn't take long for either of them to reach the tipping point and their orgasms arrived together.
Martha had heard the phrase 'mind blowing orgasm' and she'd always assumed it was mere hyperbole, but this one felt like it had blown her mind into a thousand shining fragments. She gradually came to an awareness of herself in the TARDIS attic room, lying on top of the Doctor. She lifted her head from his chest where his hearts were beating out a frantic rhythm and saw that he looked dazed; she wondered if she looked the same way because she felt it. He pulled her further up his body and kissed her tenderly. She noticed immediately that he was still inside her and also that he was still half hard.
"I guess your physiology is a little different to a human's," she commented.
He gave her a puzzled look, but when she shifted her hips, he flushed with embarrassment as he realised her meaning. "Sorry," he mumbled, slipping out of her.
She cupped his face in her hands. "You don't need to apologise. That wasn't a complaint, just an observation." She kissed him softly. "It felt nice," she whispered in his ear.
"It's been a long time," he explained. "I've forgotten some of the niceties of human mating customs." Martha giggled and he looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"You sound like an anthropologist," she said, grinning at him.
"Well, I'm an alien," he said defensively.
"I know." She kissed him again, thinking that for all he was a self-professed Lord of Time, he seemed in some respects, as vulnerable as a boy and in as much need of reassurance. "Since you're an alien and I'm a human, we can invent our own niceties, if you prefer."
He grinned. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Jones?"
She grinned back. "I think I am, Mister Smith."
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Shakespeare Code - if you squint.
Summary: The Doctor reveals his telepathic abilities to Martha.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who", and all that jazz…
Author Notes: padawanpooh requested a Telepathic!Sex threequal to Warmth, Apology and Attics, and apparently Ten!Bunny agreed because he bit me, so this fic is for her. It's the fourth in my TSC series (I won't say it's the last - I wouldn't dare !)
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The Doctor lay beside Martha, caressing her gently; he had such an absent-minded air that she wondered if he even remembered she was there. He'd seemed distracted since they had finished making love and she wondered if he was regretting it, even though he had instigated it. She had firmly pushed their previous encounter to the back of her mind under the pressure of dealing with the Carrionites. Perhaps he was wishing she was Rose…
"I didn't sleep with Rose." He spoke quietly, taking her by surprise since he seemed to be answering her thoughts. He propped his head up on his right arm as his left hand continued to stroke across her stomach, arms and breasts, and looked at her. "You were wondering if I was regretting making love to you - I don't. Part of me wishes that Rose and I had been lovers, but she would have wanted so much more than that, things I couldn't have given her."
Martha stared at him in surprise. "How did you do that?" she demanded, then her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God! You read my mind!" He nodded, pleased that she'd worked it out for herself. "That's how you were able to reach Peter Street," she added.
"Top of the class, Miss Jones," he said, smiling warmly, but she was less interested in his praise than she might have been.
"Have you been reading my mind ever since we met?" she demanded suspiciously.
"No, I promise you. I try not to on the whole - it would be rather rude, and even I'm not that rude. But if I'm in close physical contact with someone then it's sometimes hard for me not to, especially if they're thinking loudly."
"Oh." She frowned. "Can I shut you out?"
He nodded again. "You just have to imagine a door and see it shutting on your thoughts. Whatever is behind the door will be hidden from me."
She concentrated, closing her eyes and missing the saddened look in the Doctor's eyes as a huge steel door slammed in her mind. He felt pride in her, though - she had completely shut him out of her mind so that all he could see was the door and Martha standing in front of it, arms folded. She opened her eyes again, a question in them.
"Very effective," he said, his tone clipped and neutral. She wasn't fooled, though - he could see from her face that she understood that what she'd done was significant. She reached down and caught hold of his hand as it was trailing across her flat stomach, and pulled it up to her mouth. She kissed his knuckles, then opened her mental door again. He looked at her in surprise and confusion.
"There's nothing in my head that I'm ashamed of you knowing," she said.
"But you barely know me!" he protested, thoroughly shocked.
"I trust you," she answered simply.
He found himself speechless for a few moments. "Martha - " he began once he found his voice again.
She interrupted him. "Doctor, do you seriously think that we'd have made love if I didn't trust you?"
He closed his mouth abruptly, then opened it again to answer. "No." He knew she wasn't that impulsive or desperate.
"Well then." She leant forward and kissed him gently, closing her eyes and his mind filled with images of them making love; he found himself becoming aroused again and pulled away from her; she immediately opened her eyes.
"Lie down," he said quietly.
She lay back again, her eyes full of curiosity. He positioned himself over her, the tip of his erection brushing against her stomach.
"There's something I want to try," he said, "but it might not work."
"OK."
"Close your eyes." She closed her eyes, then felt his hand at her temple. She started with surprise when she found him in her mind. OK? he asked, and she realised that he hadn't spoken aloud.
Yes. She felt his mouth on hers, kissing her hungrily and was astonished to realise that she could taste her own kisses, as well as his. The sensation of his tongue stroking over hers, curling around her teeth was intense. She thought of his tongue stroking the roof of her mouth, then felt him doing it and she explored the sensation of tasting things with his tongue, which was far more sensitive than her own.
He finally broke their kiss so that they could catch their breath and she gave him a dazed look.
OK? he asked.
Yes. It's just - that was very intense.
If it gets too much tell me and I'll break the link, OK?
OK. She looked thoughtful. Does the link only work if you touch my head?
I don't know. Some humans are far more receptive, telepathically, than others, and with some the link goes in both directions.
Her eyebrows arched upwards. You mean I could enter your mind? she asked eagerly.
He nodded, wondering if he should have kept quiet about that possibility. He remembered Reinette reading his thoughts as easily as if he'd spoken them aloud. She sensed his doubt, even without being in his mind and he couldn't help marvelling at her capacity for surprising him. She was such a quick study. He grinned at her, startling her with his sudden change of mood. Martha Jones, you are quite brilliant! He bent his head and kissed her very thoroughly, leaving her breathless, then he rolled them over so that he was on his back and she lay on top of him. We'll be more comfortable this way round, he explained.
He took her right hand in his and guided it to his temple. Now do the same with your other hand. She copied the gesture, then closed her eyes without being told and concentrated. She gave a tiny gasp when she saw him standing in front of her in the centre of a vast circular room, dozens of doors surrounding them.
Does your mind always look like this? she asked curiously.
No. This is how I'm representing it to you to make it easier for your first time in here.
What's behind the doors?
Memories, he answered.
Can I look? she asked.
He nodded. The things I don't want you to see are elsewhere.
Martha moved to a door and opened it, the Doctor close behind her. She found a long white beach with a brilliant blue sky and blazing sun above, and palm trees scattered in clumps across the sand. The Doctor took her hand and guided her across the beach towards a particular group of trees. There was a large picnic rug spread beneath the trees, and an empty picnic hamper nearby. The Doctor pointed out two distant figures. That's me, a long time ago.
She squinted but the sunlight dazzling on the sea was too bright for her to clearly make out the figures. The Doctor stood behind her, running his hands up and down her arms - slow, sensuous movements that sent tingles up and down her body. He began to kiss the side of her neck and her shoulder. Then his hands moved from her arms to her breasts, cupping their weight as he stroked his thumbs over her hardening nipples. She found she was becoming aroused and she pressed back against his body, immediately feeling his arousal against her bottom.
She turned in his arms, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and he bent his head to kiss her mouth before pulling her down onto the rug. He lay on his back, just as he was in the TARDIS attic room, encouraging her to lie on top of him.
Are you OK with being on top? he asked.
Yes. He sensed that she was surprised that he asked and he realised that she'd never been given a choice before about how she'd wanted to make love. He saw brief glimpses of previous couplings in her mind and felt hurt on her behalf that any man could be so careless of such a beautiful woman.
It's OK, she assured him. They're history.
He nodded and focused instead on kissing her, before moving his hands to her waist and holding her steady as she lifted herself up to guide his hard length into her slick heat. He held her hips as she began to move and they both began to breathe more heavily as their mental link intensified the physical sensations.
It's been a long time since I've done this with the telepathic link, the Doctor observed breathlessly.
Martha just nodded, concentrating on trying to sort out their shared sensations. She couldn't tell where she began and he ended, all she knew was that the pleasure she was sharing with him wasn't merely doubled by the mental link, it was multiplied. It felt like a feedback loop and since every sensation was multiplied it didn't take long for either of them to reach the tipping point and their orgasms arrived together.
Martha had heard the phrase 'mind blowing orgasm' and she'd always assumed it was mere hyperbole, but this one felt like it had blown her mind into a thousand shining fragments. She gradually came to an awareness of herself in the TARDIS attic room, lying on top of the Doctor. She lifted her head from his chest where his hearts were beating out a frantic rhythm and saw that he looked dazed; she wondered if she looked the same way because she felt it. He pulled her further up his body and kissed her tenderly. She noticed immediately that he was still inside her and also that he was still half hard.
"I guess your physiology is a little different to a human's," she commented.
He gave her a puzzled look, but when she shifted her hips, he flushed with embarrassment as he realised her meaning. "Sorry," he mumbled, slipping out of her.
She cupped his face in her hands. "You don't need to apologise. That wasn't a complaint, just an observation." She kissed him softly. "It felt nice," she whispered in his ear.
"It's been a long time," he explained. "I've forgotten some of the niceties of human mating customs." Martha giggled and he looked at her in surprise. "What?"
"You sound like an anthropologist," she said, grinning at him.
"Well, I'm an alien," he said defensively.
"I know." She kissed him again, thinking that for all he was a self-professed Lord of Time, he seemed in some respects, as vulnerable as a boy and in as much need of reassurance. "Since you're an alien and I'm a human, we can invent our own niceties, if you prefer."
He grinned. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Jones?"
She grinned back. "I think I am, Mister Smith."