You Do Something to Me (Celebrating Martha's Birthday 2/ ?)
Title: You Do Something to Me
Author: Persiflage_1
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Rating: Adult
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 and Martha discuss their past relationship - and have yet more sex because honestly, wouldn't you ?
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: This is a sequel to my first Ten/Martha story ( "Strawberries for Breakfast"). It's got a lot more conversation this time as I wanted to show how the Doctor ended up in Martha's bed.
I realise I'm going against a lot of fandom by saying Ten never had sex with Rose but it's not intended to antagonise anyone. I've read and enjoyed a lot of Doctor/Rose fics, but I wanted this relationship to be special for both of them, and I felt the way to do that was to make it fairly unusual for the Doctor to have a sexual relationship with anyone, so please don't hate me !
The title is taken from this song by Cole Porter:
You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotise me
Let me live 'neath your spell
*You* do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else could do.
Let me live 'neath your spell
*You* do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else could do
That nobody else could do
~~~~~~~
"You stopped being second best a long time ago."
Martha looked up into the Doctor's face. The teasing light was gone from his brown eyes and his expression was warm and sincere. She might have been tempted, in other circumstances, to giggle at the wild disarray of his hair, but now was not the time, not when she had just heard echoed back to her some of the words she had said to him several months ago when she'd said her temporary goodbye.
Martha knew he was telling the truth because he was maintaining eye contact; when he was prevaricating or being evasive, he would never look her in the eye.
"You never said," she answered.
"No, I didn't. And I should have done. I should have told you a long time ago that I only ever take the best with me as my Companions." He moved off her body and lay on his right side, head propped on his hand, tracing patterns on her arm with his fingertips as he talked. "There was a young man once, Adam his name. Rose and I, my last incarnation that is, met him in Utah. He was a genius, but he was an idiot too. We took him into the future with us, at Rose's request, and he tried to bring back knowledge of the future with which to change history and make a profit. So I took him straight back home and dropped him off. He was a passenger. You never were."
"So why did you treat me the way you did?" asked Martha, wondering if she would get an answer. But he'd already surprised her twice this morning, first by turning up, and second by engaging in sexual intercourse with her, which was, she reflected, a cold and clinical way of describing a far from cold or clinical encounter.
"I was scared."
Martha's attention snapped back to the Doctor at his words. Her elegant eyebrows rose in surprise. "You were scared?" she asked. Since when did the Doctor get scared? Even battling the Master, he'd never seemed scared.
He nodded, his eyes on hers.
"Why were you scared?"
"I've had a lot of Companions over the centuries. Rose was the first in a very long time for whom I've ever felt so much. She saved my life, but she also saved me from the guilt and anguish, from the torment of surviving the destruction of my people and my planet. She wormed her way into my hearts and losing her was like losing my people and my planet all over again. I thought my hearts would break so I decided that I wouldn't get that close to my Companions again. It's painful enough when you leave me or get killed because I can't save you."
The Doctor looked down at Martha's arm on which he was still tracing patterns, as if he'd only just realised what he was doing.
"OK, so you were scared of getting too close. I can understand that - a little. But you haven't explained why you let me feel like I was second best to Rose, or what's changed that you're here now, in my bed. Some people, most people, would think that engaging in sex is getting very close indeed."
The Doctor sighed and moved onto his back, his arms behind his head. "You saved my life too. I don't mean when you gave me CPR, or got my heart going after the Carrionite stopped it." He turned his head and looked at Martha. "You protected me when I was John Smith and you tried to protect Joan Redfern too, and that was definitely above and beyond. I put you through hell for those three months, and whilst I thanked you, I never apologised to you for what you had to endure when the TARDIS chose that particular era for me to hide in. Being a non-white in 1913 was a lot harder than it was in the 16th century, especially in that setting. And John Smith wasn't a lot better, in the end, than those snotty boys."
He saw sparks in Martha's eyes and turned back on to his side. He reached out his left hand and cupped her cheek for a moment. "I am sorry for John Smith's rudeness, for the fact that he fired you when you were just trying to protect innocent people. And I'm very grateful that you didn't give up on him or me."
"I couldn't give up," Martha answered. "If I had, I'd have been stuck in 1913 for good, whilst you - he - and Joan got together. Getting him to open the watch was the only way to get home."
"I know. But you didn't have to stick with me after we got back. And then I got us stranded in 1969." He pulled a face. "And that wasn't a great deal better than 1913."
"Oh it was!" exclaimed Martha. "At least you were you and you were trying to get the TARDIS back."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You had to work in a shop to support me," he reminded her.
"Yeah, but working a shop was better than scrubbing floors. Believe me, having done both, I know which I prefer."
"Mmm." He looked at her face. "OK, I'll defer to your judgement on that."
"I'm not saying you weren't difficult to live with, mind."
"Me, difficult?" The Doctor looked at her in surprise.
She nodded. "You were so twitchy without the TARDIS. I mean, you're twitchy anyway. Half the time you carry on like a toddler on a sugar high." She couldn't help giggling at the Doctor's wounded look. "You do though. You bounce around, chattering away at a mile a minute, and I have trouble keeping up with you." Seeing that he was pouting at her, she leant over and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I am a Time Lord," he declared solemnly.
"And not a bit pompous," she said, grinning at him. Then she frowned. "So why are you in my bed?"
He sighed and flopped onto his back again. "You walked the earth for a year, witnessing all the destruction that the Master wrought, and working to help me to help the world, whilst all I could do was sit around like a useless old man. What you did was a worse hell than working as a maid or a shop assistant for a few months. And you survived it and you succeeded in doing what I needed you to do, as I knew you would, because by then I knew very well that you were good. One of the very best Companions I've ever had. But no one, apart from the few of us who were aboard the Valiant, will ever know what you did, because I turned back Time and wiped out that year. No one will ever thank you, Martha Jones, except for us few who were there, and you deserve to be thanked. You deserve to have everything you've ever wanted, and even that wouldn't be enough to thank you for what you did. I can't give you everything you want, but I can give you something, and I thought that one of the things you most wanted was to be with me." He looked at her, a vulnerable look, she thought. "Was I wrong?"
"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't want you," she answered. "I didn't drink that much champagne."
He smiled, his eyes and face lighting up.
"But what you're basically saying is that you treated me badly and now you've got a guilty conscience about it, so you thought a quick shag would make us both feel better. Which is really only one step up from kissing it better as we tell children."
"No! That is not what I'm saying." He grabbed her wrist. "Don't you dare think that. Didn't you hear me say that you deserve to have everything you want? Do you know how many people I offer this kind of relationship to? You could count them on the fingers of one hand and still have fingers to spare."
Martha looked at the fire in his eyes, then at his hand on her wrist. He loosened his grip, then cupped her hand in the palm of his, rubbing his thumb over her palm.
"Martha, if you don't want this kind of relationship with me, that's OK. I'll just think of other ways to thank you. Rassilon knows you deserve a lot more anyway. And you certainly deserve someone better than me."
"What about your current Companion?" she asked quietly.
"I don't have one at the moment. I travelled with someone after you left. A woman I'd met once before. Donna, her name is, but she left after a while - she'd had enough of racketing about with a dangerous alien like me. I think I scared her more than she was willing to admit." He grinned at her. "You'd have liked her. A very no-nonsense sort of woman. She kept calling me Martian Boy. And she told me that I was skinny as a rat."
Martha smiled. "Well," she said consideringly, "you are very skinny."
"Oi!"
"It suits you though." She lay back, her left hand still cupped in the Doctor's hand.
"Flatterer," he teased.
"You don't need flattery," she said.
They lay there for a few minutes without talking. The Doctor knew, without asking, that she was thinking over what he'd told her, considering what answer to give him.
"Can I think about it?" she asked eventually.
"Of course. You don't even have to tell me today. The decision is yours."
She nodded. "Can I finish my breakfast now?"
He grinned at her. "Be a shame to waste it, wouldn't it?" He sat up and reached over for the bowl of strawberries. Martha sat up too, crossing her legs and balancing the bowl in her lap, then accepted her glass of champagne from the Doctor. He dunked a strawberry into his glass, then popped it into his mouth.
"You got that from 'Pretty Woman'," Martha said suddenly.
He quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly as he swallowed.
"Richard Gere's character feeds strawberries dipped in champagne to Julia Roberts' character," she clarified.
The Doctor shook his head. "Never seen it." He picked up another strawberry and offered it to Martha. She took it, then leant forward and touched her lips to the Doctor's. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent: strawberries, champagne, a citrus scent that he decided was probably her shampoo…
"Doctor."
"Mmm?" He still had his eyes closed and was working out what else he could smell.
"Kiss me." Her voice was low and husky in his ear.
His eyes snapped open. He put the glasses and the strawberries back on the locker out of harm's way, then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her; softly at first, then a little more forcefully. She ran her hands through his hair, then stroked the nape of his neck. He made a pleased murmuring sound and felt her smile. He pulled back from their kiss, then swiped his tongue across her lips before nuzzling her neck. Now it was Martha's turn to make pleased noises. He kissed her throat, then her shoulders, one after the other. She leant back and he immediately bent his head lower, kissing the tops of each breast, before kissing her nipples. He heard her gasp as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other.
Martha wriggled a bit and he pulled away to look up at her face, his eyes dark with desire. "OK?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she gasped, then slid further down the bed until she was lying on her back.
He began kissing her again, stroking his tongue in complex patterns across her dark skin, then sucking and nibbling at it. She lay there, awash with desire, trying to think coherently. God his tongue! She wondered if it had been outlawed in any part of the galaxy. She'd caught him licking odd things a few times and he'd always made a big deal of his superior Time Lord senses and how they were much more sensitive than ordinary human ones, and he could chemically analyse scents and tastes without resorting to machines. She felt that she was beginning to believe his boasts.
He dipped his tongue into her navel, causing her to gasp again. His long fingers were stroking her skin as he licked and sucked, and Martha felt herself getting wetter the more he touched her.
He moved again and she felt him kissing her feet. Her feet! She managed to find enough breath to speak. "Are you a foot fetishist Doctor?"
He lifted his head. "Not especially," he said, smiling up at her. "But your feet are very nice, and very precious to me because they walked hundreds of miles on my behalf." He kissed his way back up her legs, pausing to kiss behind her knees, before moving up her thighs. He stopped for a moment, one hand on each thigh; he could smell her arousal and it was arousing him. He pushed her thighs apart and kissed each one in turn, then bent and placed the lightest of kisses on her folds; Martha's whole body jerked in response.
By the time the Doctor moved back to lie beside her, she had been reduced to a quivering jelly. She had never experienced multiple orgasms before; in fact, she couldn't remember any man giving her even one good orgasm just using his tongue and his fingers.
She opened her eyes and focused on the Doctor, who was looking extremely smug; she didn't mind though.
"OK?" he asked.
"Mmm." She grinned at him. "At the risk of making you unbearably smug, that was fantastic."
"So long as you enjoyed it," he said.
"I did." She reached up and stroked his cheek. "But what about you?"
"What about me?" he asked, puzzled.
She put her free hand on his hip. "You haven't come yet," she said quietly, looking down at his hard cock.
"This isn't about me," he said. "It's about you. It's your birthday."
"And I can have whatever I want?" Martha asked.
He nodded.
"Well I want you." She moved to straddle his body, then adjusted her position to take his cock inside herself.
"Martha!" Her name was a moan on his lips as she began to move, savouring the sensation of him filling her, sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She concentrated, determined that they would come together, and some time later she was rewarded as he cried out her name. She lay down on top of him, knowing he could take her weight. For all his slenderness, he had a good deal of wiry strength in that lean frame.
"Were you intending to do anything else today?" she asked after a while.
"I didn't intend to do anything except spoil you, if you let me. What we do today is entirely up to you. I've got the TARDIS here if you want to go and have lunch somewhere exotic. Or we can stay here in Cardiff, here in your flat, or go out. You choose."
"Mmm. I'll think about it," she said.
"OK." He wrapped his arms around her, wondering briefly if he should feel guilty. No, that wouldn't be fair to Martha. They hadn't done anything to feel ashamed of, and if he was honest, he'd wanted to do this some time ago. After that business with Lazarus to be exact. She had looked so gorgeous that night, he'd been proud to be seen with her. When they'd found themselves trapped in Lazarus' machine, he'd taken ages to reverse the polarity of the thing because he'd been so distracted by her being at such close quarters. It had almost been too much even for his concentration.
"Are you always this eager?" Martha asked suddenly, her voice full of amusement as she lifted her head from his chest. He looked at her, puzzled, until she shifted her hips slightly and he realised two things at once: his cock was still inside her, and he was hard again.
"Um, I don't know," he answered, wondering if he was blushing. It felt like he was. "You're my first partner since I regenerated. Actually, you're my first partner for a very long time."
Martha looked at him for such a long time he started to feel uneasy. "You mean you and Rose never - " she began.
"No. I don't do this sort of thing with my Companions as a rule. I told you earlier that I rarely offer this kind of relationship to anyone."
"But you and Rose - " she began again.
"We were very, very close, but there was no sex. Oh she wanted it, especially after I regenerated. But that wouldn't have been enough for her. Rose had a very strong nesting instinct - she'd have wanted marriage and a mortgage and everything else besides." He looked at her face, wondering if he'd said the wrong thing.
"So you're saying I don't want those things?" she asked.
He shrugged. "You don't give the impression that those things are that important to you right now. You've been concentrating on becoming a doctor - that takes a lot of time and commitment. I got the impression that you wouldn't have gone into medicine if all you really wanted was a man and a mortgage and all that. Was I wrong?"
"No, you weren't, you aren't wrong. I guess my experience of my family hasn't encouraged my nesting instinct." She shifted her hips again and the Doctor gave a breathy laugh.
"Is that a hint Miss Jones?"
She grinned at him. "Be a shame to let a good erection go to waste," she answered.
"Well when you put it like that, how can I resist?" He smirked and she leant forward to kiss him hard, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
He held her hips as she rode up and down on his cock, marvelling at the strength of her muscles as they clenched around him. But he'd known she was a strong woman from that first day when they'd been carried off to the Moon, and she'd proved it again and again. And he'd acted like an idiot and treated her so badly. She deserved so much, he just hoped he could give it to her.
Afterwards Martha rolled off the Doctor and lay beside him. "You've worn me out," she said with a smile.
"Already?" he asked, grinning cheekily at her.
"Mmm. I might need a nap," she murmured sleepily.
"Then sleep my beautiful, brilliant Martha Jones. I'll still be here when you wake up."
Author: Persiflage_1
Pairing: Ten/Martha
Rating: Adult
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 and Martha discuss their past relationship - and have yet more sex because honestly, wouldn't you ?
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: This is a sequel to my first Ten/Martha story ( "Strawberries for Breakfast"). It's got a lot more conversation this time as I wanted to show how the Doctor ended up in Martha's bed.
I realise I'm going against a lot of fandom by saying Ten never had sex with Rose but it's not intended to antagonise anyone. I've read and enjoyed a lot of Doctor/Rose fics, but I wanted this relationship to be special for both of them, and I felt the way to do that was to make it fairly unusual for the Doctor to have a sexual relationship with anyone, so please don't hate me !
The title is taken from this song by Cole Porter:
You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You have the power to hypnotise me
Let me live 'neath your spell
*You* do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else could do.
Let me live 'neath your spell
*You* do that voodoo that you do so well
For you do something to me
That nobody else could do
That nobody else could do
~~~~~~~
"You stopped being second best a long time ago."
Martha looked up into the Doctor's face. The teasing light was gone from his brown eyes and his expression was warm and sincere. She might have been tempted, in other circumstances, to giggle at the wild disarray of his hair, but now was not the time, not when she had just heard echoed back to her some of the words she had said to him several months ago when she'd said her temporary goodbye.
Martha knew he was telling the truth because he was maintaining eye contact; when he was prevaricating or being evasive, he would never look her in the eye.
"You never said," she answered.
"No, I didn't. And I should have done. I should have told you a long time ago that I only ever take the best with me as my Companions." He moved off her body and lay on his right side, head propped on his hand, tracing patterns on her arm with his fingertips as he talked. "There was a young man once, Adam his name. Rose and I, my last incarnation that is, met him in Utah. He was a genius, but he was an idiot too. We took him into the future with us, at Rose's request, and he tried to bring back knowledge of the future with which to change history and make a profit. So I took him straight back home and dropped him off. He was a passenger. You never were."
"So why did you treat me the way you did?" asked Martha, wondering if she would get an answer. But he'd already surprised her twice this morning, first by turning up, and second by engaging in sexual intercourse with her, which was, she reflected, a cold and clinical way of describing a far from cold or clinical encounter.
"I was scared."
Martha's attention snapped back to the Doctor at his words. Her elegant eyebrows rose in surprise. "You were scared?" she asked. Since when did the Doctor get scared? Even battling the Master, he'd never seemed scared.
He nodded, his eyes on hers.
"Why were you scared?"
"I've had a lot of Companions over the centuries. Rose was the first in a very long time for whom I've ever felt so much. She saved my life, but she also saved me from the guilt and anguish, from the torment of surviving the destruction of my people and my planet. She wormed her way into my hearts and losing her was like losing my people and my planet all over again. I thought my hearts would break so I decided that I wouldn't get that close to my Companions again. It's painful enough when you leave me or get killed because I can't save you."
The Doctor looked down at Martha's arm on which he was still tracing patterns, as if he'd only just realised what he was doing.
"OK, so you were scared of getting too close. I can understand that - a little. But you haven't explained why you let me feel like I was second best to Rose, or what's changed that you're here now, in my bed. Some people, most people, would think that engaging in sex is getting very close indeed."
The Doctor sighed and moved onto his back, his arms behind his head. "You saved my life too. I don't mean when you gave me CPR, or got my heart going after the Carrionite stopped it." He turned his head and looked at Martha. "You protected me when I was John Smith and you tried to protect Joan Redfern too, and that was definitely above and beyond. I put you through hell for those three months, and whilst I thanked you, I never apologised to you for what you had to endure when the TARDIS chose that particular era for me to hide in. Being a non-white in 1913 was a lot harder than it was in the 16th century, especially in that setting. And John Smith wasn't a lot better, in the end, than those snotty boys."
He saw sparks in Martha's eyes and turned back on to his side. He reached out his left hand and cupped her cheek for a moment. "I am sorry for John Smith's rudeness, for the fact that he fired you when you were just trying to protect innocent people. And I'm very grateful that you didn't give up on him or me."
"I couldn't give up," Martha answered. "If I had, I'd have been stuck in 1913 for good, whilst you - he - and Joan got together. Getting him to open the watch was the only way to get home."
"I know. But you didn't have to stick with me after we got back. And then I got us stranded in 1969." He pulled a face. "And that wasn't a great deal better than 1913."
"Oh it was!" exclaimed Martha. "At least you were you and you were trying to get the TARDIS back."
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You had to work in a shop to support me," he reminded her.
"Yeah, but working a shop was better than scrubbing floors. Believe me, having done both, I know which I prefer."
"Mmm." He looked at her face. "OK, I'll defer to your judgement on that."
"I'm not saying you weren't difficult to live with, mind."
"Me, difficult?" The Doctor looked at her in surprise.
She nodded. "You were so twitchy without the TARDIS. I mean, you're twitchy anyway. Half the time you carry on like a toddler on a sugar high." She couldn't help giggling at the Doctor's wounded look. "You do though. You bounce around, chattering away at a mile a minute, and I have trouble keeping up with you." Seeing that he was pouting at her, she leant over and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I am a Time Lord," he declared solemnly.
"And not a bit pompous," she said, grinning at him. Then she frowned. "So why are you in my bed?"
He sighed and flopped onto his back again. "You walked the earth for a year, witnessing all the destruction that the Master wrought, and working to help me to help the world, whilst all I could do was sit around like a useless old man. What you did was a worse hell than working as a maid or a shop assistant for a few months. And you survived it and you succeeded in doing what I needed you to do, as I knew you would, because by then I knew very well that you were good. One of the very best Companions I've ever had. But no one, apart from the few of us who were aboard the Valiant, will ever know what you did, because I turned back Time and wiped out that year. No one will ever thank you, Martha Jones, except for us few who were there, and you deserve to be thanked. You deserve to have everything you've ever wanted, and even that wouldn't be enough to thank you for what you did. I can't give you everything you want, but I can give you something, and I thought that one of the things you most wanted was to be with me." He looked at her, a vulnerable look, she thought. "Was I wrong?"
"I wouldn't have had sex with you if I didn't want you," she answered. "I didn't drink that much champagne."
He smiled, his eyes and face lighting up.
"But what you're basically saying is that you treated me badly and now you've got a guilty conscience about it, so you thought a quick shag would make us both feel better. Which is really only one step up from kissing it better as we tell children."
"No! That is not what I'm saying." He grabbed her wrist. "Don't you dare think that. Didn't you hear me say that you deserve to have everything you want? Do you know how many people I offer this kind of relationship to? You could count them on the fingers of one hand and still have fingers to spare."
Martha looked at the fire in his eyes, then at his hand on her wrist. He loosened his grip, then cupped her hand in the palm of his, rubbing his thumb over her palm.
"Martha, if you don't want this kind of relationship with me, that's OK. I'll just think of other ways to thank you. Rassilon knows you deserve a lot more anyway. And you certainly deserve someone better than me."
"What about your current Companion?" she asked quietly.
"I don't have one at the moment. I travelled with someone after you left. A woman I'd met once before. Donna, her name is, but she left after a while - she'd had enough of racketing about with a dangerous alien like me. I think I scared her more than she was willing to admit." He grinned at her. "You'd have liked her. A very no-nonsense sort of woman. She kept calling me Martian Boy. And she told me that I was skinny as a rat."
Martha smiled. "Well," she said consideringly, "you are very skinny."
"Oi!"
"It suits you though." She lay back, her left hand still cupped in the Doctor's hand.
"Flatterer," he teased.
"You don't need flattery," she said.
They lay there for a few minutes without talking. The Doctor knew, without asking, that she was thinking over what he'd told her, considering what answer to give him.
"Can I think about it?" she asked eventually.
"Of course. You don't even have to tell me today. The decision is yours."
She nodded. "Can I finish my breakfast now?"
He grinned at her. "Be a shame to waste it, wouldn't it?" He sat up and reached over for the bowl of strawberries. Martha sat up too, crossing her legs and balancing the bowl in her lap, then accepted her glass of champagne from the Doctor. He dunked a strawberry into his glass, then popped it into his mouth.
"You got that from 'Pretty Woman'," Martha said suddenly.
He quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly as he swallowed.
"Richard Gere's character feeds strawberries dipped in champagne to Julia Roberts' character," she clarified.
The Doctor shook his head. "Never seen it." He picked up another strawberry and offered it to Martha. She took it, then leant forward and touched her lips to the Doctor's. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent: strawberries, champagne, a citrus scent that he decided was probably her shampoo…
"Doctor."
"Mmm?" He still had his eyes closed and was working out what else he could smell.
"Kiss me." Her voice was low and husky in his ear.
His eyes snapped open. He put the glasses and the strawberries back on the locker out of harm's way, then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her; softly at first, then a little more forcefully. She ran her hands through his hair, then stroked the nape of his neck. He made a pleased murmuring sound and felt her smile. He pulled back from their kiss, then swiped his tongue across her lips before nuzzling her neck. Now it was Martha's turn to make pleased noises. He kissed her throat, then her shoulders, one after the other. She leant back and he immediately bent his head lower, kissing the tops of each breast, before kissing her nipples. He heard her gasp as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other.
Martha wriggled a bit and he pulled away to look up at her face, his eyes dark with desire. "OK?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she gasped, then slid further down the bed until she was lying on her back.
He began kissing her again, stroking his tongue in complex patterns across her dark skin, then sucking and nibbling at it. She lay there, awash with desire, trying to think coherently. God his tongue! She wondered if it had been outlawed in any part of the galaxy. She'd caught him licking odd things a few times and he'd always made a big deal of his superior Time Lord senses and how they were much more sensitive than ordinary human ones, and he could chemically analyse scents and tastes without resorting to machines. She felt that she was beginning to believe his boasts.
He dipped his tongue into her navel, causing her to gasp again. His long fingers were stroking her skin as he licked and sucked, and Martha felt herself getting wetter the more he touched her.
He moved again and she felt him kissing her feet. Her feet! She managed to find enough breath to speak. "Are you a foot fetishist Doctor?"
He lifted his head. "Not especially," he said, smiling up at her. "But your feet are very nice, and very precious to me because they walked hundreds of miles on my behalf." He kissed his way back up her legs, pausing to kiss behind her knees, before moving up her thighs. He stopped for a moment, one hand on each thigh; he could smell her arousal and it was arousing him. He pushed her thighs apart and kissed each one in turn, then bent and placed the lightest of kisses on her folds; Martha's whole body jerked in response.
By the time the Doctor moved back to lie beside her, she had been reduced to a quivering jelly. She had never experienced multiple orgasms before; in fact, she couldn't remember any man giving her even one good orgasm just using his tongue and his fingers.
She opened her eyes and focused on the Doctor, who was looking extremely smug; she didn't mind though.
"OK?" he asked.
"Mmm." She grinned at him. "At the risk of making you unbearably smug, that was fantastic."
"So long as you enjoyed it," he said.
"I did." She reached up and stroked his cheek. "But what about you?"
"What about me?" he asked, puzzled.
She put her free hand on his hip. "You haven't come yet," she said quietly, looking down at his hard cock.
"This isn't about me," he said. "It's about you. It's your birthday."
"And I can have whatever I want?" Martha asked.
He nodded.
"Well I want you." She moved to straddle his body, then adjusted her position to take his cock inside herself.
"Martha!" Her name was a moan on his lips as she began to move, savouring the sensation of him filling her, sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She concentrated, determined that they would come together, and some time later she was rewarded as he cried out her name. She lay down on top of him, knowing he could take her weight. For all his slenderness, he had a good deal of wiry strength in that lean frame.
"Were you intending to do anything else today?" she asked after a while.
"I didn't intend to do anything except spoil you, if you let me. What we do today is entirely up to you. I've got the TARDIS here if you want to go and have lunch somewhere exotic. Or we can stay here in Cardiff, here in your flat, or go out. You choose."
"Mmm. I'll think about it," she said.
"OK." He wrapped his arms around her, wondering briefly if he should feel guilty. No, that wouldn't be fair to Martha. They hadn't done anything to feel ashamed of, and if he was honest, he'd wanted to do this some time ago. After that business with Lazarus to be exact. She had looked so gorgeous that night, he'd been proud to be seen with her. When they'd found themselves trapped in Lazarus' machine, he'd taken ages to reverse the polarity of the thing because he'd been so distracted by her being at such close quarters. It had almost been too much even for his concentration.
"Are you always this eager?" Martha asked suddenly, her voice full of amusement as she lifted her head from his chest. He looked at her, puzzled, until she shifted her hips slightly and he realised two things at once: his cock was still inside her, and he was hard again.
"Um, I don't know," he answered, wondering if he was blushing. It felt like he was. "You're my first partner since I regenerated. Actually, you're my first partner for a very long time."
Martha looked at him for such a long time he started to feel uneasy. "You mean you and Rose never - " she began.
"No. I don't do this sort of thing with my Companions as a rule. I told you earlier that I rarely offer this kind of relationship to anyone."
"But you and Rose - " she began again.
"We were very, very close, but there was no sex. Oh she wanted it, especially after I regenerated. But that wouldn't have been enough for her. Rose had a very strong nesting instinct - she'd have wanted marriage and a mortgage and everything else besides." He looked at her face, wondering if he'd said the wrong thing.
"So you're saying I don't want those things?" she asked.
He shrugged. "You don't give the impression that those things are that important to you right now. You've been concentrating on becoming a doctor - that takes a lot of time and commitment. I got the impression that you wouldn't have gone into medicine if all you really wanted was a man and a mortgage and all that. Was I wrong?"
"No, you weren't, you aren't wrong. I guess my experience of my family hasn't encouraged my nesting instinct." She shifted her hips again and the Doctor gave a breathy laugh.
"Is that a hint Miss Jones?"
She grinned at him. "Be a shame to let a good erection go to waste," she answered.
"Well when you put it like that, how can I resist?" He smirked and she leant forward to kiss him hard, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
He held her hips as she rode up and down on his cock, marvelling at the strength of her muscles as they clenched around him. But he'd known she was a strong woman from that first day when they'd been carried off to the Moon, and she'd proved it again and again. And he'd acted like an idiot and treated her so badly. She deserved so much, he just hoped he could give it to her.
Afterwards Martha rolled off the Doctor and lay beside him. "You've worn me out," she said with a smile.
"Already?" he asked, grinning cheekily at her.
"Mmm. I might need a nap," she murmured sleepily.
"Then sleep my beautiful, brilliant Martha Jones. I'll still be here when you wake up."