The Companions
Title: The Companions
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Donna, Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Doctor's Daughter
Summary: Donna looks after Martha whilst the Doctor mourns Jenny.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/130539.html">The Companions by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Donna, Ten | Rating: NC-17 | Spoilers: 4.06)
Author Notes: I wrote this tag fic for the lifeonmartha Journey of Martha Jones: Footsteps Project - my "official" contribution to the project!
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The Doctor got the TARDIS under way again and Donna turned to Martha.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and fed," she said, taking Martha's arm and leading her out into the corridors.
The young doctor glanced back at the Time Lord, standing lost in thought by the console.
"Don't worry about him," the redhead said quietly, "worry about you, just for once."
The younger woman looked back at her, surprised. "I'm fine," she said, with a smile.
Donna shook her head. "You're so like him, it's almost scary."
"What do you mean?" asked Martha, startled.
"You hardly think of yourself, you're always worrying about others." She opened the door to Martha's room. "I've been watching you," she added needlessly.
"You were watching me?" Martha paused in the doorway to her room.
"Of course."
"Why?"
Donna smiled. "You really don't know?" The younger woman shook her head and the redhead laughed softly. "I was watching you 'cos you draw the eye. You're a very attractive woman, Martha Jones."
"Oh!"
Donna smirked when the young doctor blushed. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up, and I'll get you something to eat."
"Oh, that's okay, you don't need to do that," she answered, feeling rather flustered.
"I know I don't need to, but I want to." She gave Martha a gentle push. "Go on."
She set off towards the kitchen and Martha shook her head, bemused, then shut her door and began to strip off her wet, bog-stained clothes. She dropped everything into the basket by the door to her bathroom, knowing the TARDIS would clean it up and make it as good as new for her.
Once in her bathroom she ran herself a bath with her favourite Sandalwood bath salts, then she lowered herself down into the hot water with a soft moan of pleasure. It had been very cold out on the planet's surface, even before she fell into the bog, and she had been glad that she'd had the TARDIS to return to.
She lay back, her head resting against a folded towel on the rim of the bath, and closed her eyes for a few minutes, thinking over everything that had happened: the Doctor's tissue sample being used to create a daughter, her encounter with the Hath, losing Peck on the surface, and then the Doctor losing Jenny.
She remembered the Doctor's grief when he had lost the Master, and she wished passionately that Jenny had survived because she wasn't sure how many more losses the Time Lord could take. It couldn't be good for him to have twice found he was no longer the last of his people, only to have the other person taken away from him again.
After ten minutes or so, Martha noticed the bath water was starting to cool so she quickly scrubbed herself clean, then let the water out and dried herself off before pulling on a pale blue bathrobe that the TARDIS had supplied.
She stepped out into her room, and noticed that her clothes, now fresh and clean, were lying on her bed.
"Thank you," she said softly, patting the wall, before moving to sit at her dressing table. She was just finishing brushing her hair when someone knocked on her door.
"Come in."
Donna came in carrying a tray. "How you doin'?" she asked.
"Fine," she answered, watching in the mirror as the redhead set the tray down on top of her desk.
"Here you go," she said cheerfully, before sitting on the bed.
"Thanks."
"Brought you a nice BLT and a large mug of coffee," she told Martha, who'd already worked that out from the smells that had accompanied the older woman.
"Thank you." She put aside her brush and moved over to the desk, her stomach positively growling in anticipation of the food.
"Have you eaten?" the young doctor asked, after swallowing a mouthful and sitting on the bed nearby.
"Yeah, and I fed Skinny too," the older woman answered. "Well not literally, he's big enough, old enough and - well he can do it himself," she said, seeing Martha's eyebrows climbing towards her hairline.
"What happened to you, out on the surface of the planet?" asked Donna after a few moments.
"Oh not much," answered the younger woman evasively. "It was very cold, windy and dark up there."
"Now then, none of that." Donna gave Martha a firm look.
"None of what?" she asked, confused.
"You're doing just what the Doctor does, pretending everything's fine, when it's not." She crossed her arms and stared at the younger woman expectantly.
Martha sighed softly. "There was a Hath named Peck. He befriended me after he was injured in the tunnel collapse - he dislocated his shoulder, and I fixed it for him. I talked him into coming up onto the surface with me, and he died, died saving me after I fell into a bog." She put down her half eaten sandwich, suddenly feeling appalled that she was eating with so little concern for what had happened. She wondered if what she'd experienced during that year walking the world had turned her callous and uncaring; she'd cried when she was out on the planet's surface, but once she had got inside again, she had pushed her grief aside.
"C'mon Martha, it's okay." Donna saw the younger woman's stricken look and wrapped her arms around her, rubbing her back as Martha struggled with her emotions.
"Oh!" She gave a sort of gulping sob, clinging to the older woman, who was murmuring soothingly into her ear.
After several minutes, Martha straightened up and rubbed her eyes, then gave Donna a weak smile.
"Okay?" she asked sympathetically, smiling back.
"Yeah."
"Good."
Martha leaned forward to pick up the rest of her sandwich and the edges of her bathrobe parted slightly, giving Donna a brief glimpse of her breasts. The redhead wondered how her friend would react if she reached out to cup their weight in her hands and tease the nipples to hardness. She hadn't been lying earlier, when she'd told Martha that she was attractive.
"Donna?"
The older woman started and looked up guiltily into Martha's face as she realised she'd been caught staring.
"Sorry, mind's wandering," she said, hoping the young doctor would think she had been staring at nothing in particular.
"I don't think it wandered very far," Martha observed, grinning.
Donna felt her face heat up. "I - uh - sorry," she said, realising she had no idea what to say.
The younger woman leant forward, allowing her robe to fall open again. "Don't be," she answered, then she brushed her lips across Donna's.
She pulled back, grinning again, her eyebrows raised in enquiry.
The redhead grinned back, then leaned forward in her turn to kiss Martha properly, her hands rising to cup the younger woman's breasts, her fingertips stroking the sides as her thumbs brushed across the nipples.
A few moments later Donna was flat on her back, being kissed deeply, as Martha struggled with the older woman's clothes. Eventually she had to stop kissing Donna and let her up so she could undress properly, and Martha discarded her robe at the same time.
They kissed for several long minutes, then pulled apart to catch their breath again, and the redhead gave the young doctor a rather dazed look; Martha smirked at her, rather smugly Donna thought.
"Ever done this before?" asked the younger woman, moving to lie on her side.
"Once, years ago," her friend answered. "I had a crush on this girl at school when I was 16. We got a bit tipsy at a friend's party and ended up in bed together." She frowned at the distant memory. "Wasn't very satisfying to be honest, that's probably why I stuck with blokes after that - and it was easy to get them into bed 'cos of me boobs."
Martha stroked a hand up Donna's body from her stomach to her breasts. "Well they are rather magnificent," she agreed. "But so's the rest of you."
The redhead blushed. "Get away with you."
"It's true," the young doctor insisted. "You're a magnificent woman, Donna Noble, and don't you forget it. In many cultures you'd be considered the embodiment of a goddess." She was stroking patterns across her friend's body as she spoke, but now she leaned forward to kiss Donna again.
The older woman felt a prickle of tears in her eyes at Martha's words: no one had ever likened her to a goddess before, not even her Gramps who thought quite highly of her (unlike her mother). She was distracted from her thoughts by Martha beginning to kiss and lick delicately down her throat towards her breasts, and then Donna gasped with pleasure as the younger woman flicked first one nipple, then the other, with her tongue. As Martha brought both to hard peaks with judicious licks and nips, her hand skated down Donna's body, caressing her softly.
The redhead whimpered through a haze of arousal as Martha's mouth moved lower, following her hand as it trailed down towards her throbbing pussy. Fingertips gently stroked her inner thighs as the younger woman swirled her tongue around Donna's navel, before moving lower still.
A sudden nip of teeth on her right thigh jolted her out of her haze and she opened her eyes to give Martha a dazed look.
"Ready?" the young doctor asked.
Donna managed to murmur assent, her murmur turning into an outright whimper as Martha slipped a finger into her pussy and began to stroke her. She was already so aroused that it didn't take long for her to reach a climax, her hips bucking wildly up from the bed.
When she became aware of her surroundings again, Donna realised that Martha was lying full length between her legs, lapping delicately around the entrance to her pussy, her fingertips caressing Donna's outer thighs as she clasped them gently.
The young doctor lifted her head. "Okay?"
The older woman managed a nod. "Yeah. You're - you're very good at that."
Martha grinned mischievously. "Being a doctor has certain advantages when it comes to physiology and sexual stimulation."
"What?" asked Donna, still dazed from the strength of her orgasm.
"I know how to get people off," the younger woman said, still grinning.
"Oh." There didn't seem to be much else she could say to that, and she was having trouble concentrating properly anyway since Martha's talented fingers had moved inwards again.
"Ready for round 2?" she asked.
"Round 2?" asked the redhead.
"Yeah. Why stop there? It's not like either of us has to wait to get another hard-on, is it?"
"True," agreed Donna. "Round 2 then."
Round 2 was even more pleasurable than Round 1 had been; Round 3, though, involved them switching roles and discovering that Donna was very good with a strap-on.
"I had a fella once - every now and again he liked me to fuck his arse and spank him," she told Martha breathlessly as she took the younger woman from behind.
"Nice." She was nearly as breathless as Donna as she came hard.
Afterwards they curled up together and slept for a while until the Doctor knocked on Martha's door to let her know that they'd arrived back on Earth.
They dressed quickly, grinning at each other conspiratorially. "Good job he didn't just barge in, eh?" asked Donna.
Martha laughed softly. "Yeah. Listen, next time you're back on Earth, make sure you come and visit me, okay?"
"Oh I will," Donna agreed. "Be a shame for you to get out of practice while Tom's away."
The young doctor laughed as she hugged her friend, pausing for a last kiss, before they made their way to the Control Room.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Donna, Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Doctor's Daughter
Summary: Donna looks after Martha whilst the Doctor mourns Jenny.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/130539.html">The Companions by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Donna, Ten | Rating: NC-17 | Spoilers: 4.06)
Author Notes: I wrote this tag fic for the lifeonmartha Journey of Martha Jones: Footsteps Project - my "official" contribution to the project!
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The Doctor got the TARDIS under way again and Donna turned to Martha.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and fed," she said, taking Martha's arm and leading her out into the corridors.
The young doctor glanced back at the Time Lord, standing lost in thought by the console.
"Don't worry about him," the redhead said quietly, "worry about you, just for once."
The younger woman looked back at her, surprised. "I'm fine," she said, with a smile.
Donna shook her head. "You're so like him, it's almost scary."
"What do you mean?" asked Martha, startled.
"You hardly think of yourself, you're always worrying about others." She opened the door to Martha's room. "I've been watching you," she added needlessly.
"You were watching me?" Martha paused in the doorway to her room.
"Of course."
"Why?"
Donna smiled. "You really don't know?" The younger woman shook her head and the redhead laughed softly. "I was watching you 'cos you draw the eye. You're a very attractive woman, Martha Jones."
"Oh!"
Donna smirked when the young doctor blushed. "Why don't you go and get cleaned up, and I'll get you something to eat."
"Oh, that's okay, you don't need to do that," she answered, feeling rather flustered.
"I know I don't need to, but I want to." She gave Martha a gentle push. "Go on."
She set off towards the kitchen and Martha shook her head, bemused, then shut her door and began to strip off her wet, bog-stained clothes. She dropped everything into the basket by the door to her bathroom, knowing the TARDIS would clean it up and make it as good as new for her.
Once in her bathroom she ran herself a bath with her favourite Sandalwood bath salts, then she lowered herself down into the hot water with a soft moan of pleasure. It had been very cold out on the planet's surface, even before she fell into the bog, and she had been glad that she'd had the TARDIS to return to.
She lay back, her head resting against a folded towel on the rim of the bath, and closed her eyes for a few minutes, thinking over everything that had happened: the Doctor's tissue sample being used to create a daughter, her encounter with the Hath, losing Peck on the surface, and then the Doctor losing Jenny.
She remembered the Doctor's grief when he had lost the Master, and she wished passionately that Jenny had survived because she wasn't sure how many more losses the Time Lord could take. It couldn't be good for him to have twice found he was no longer the last of his people, only to have the other person taken away from him again.
After ten minutes or so, Martha noticed the bath water was starting to cool so she quickly scrubbed herself clean, then let the water out and dried herself off before pulling on a pale blue bathrobe that the TARDIS had supplied.
She stepped out into her room, and noticed that her clothes, now fresh and clean, were lying on her bed.
"Thank you," she said softly, patting the wall, before moving to sit at her dressing table. She was just finishing brushing her hair when someone knocked on her door.
"Come in."
Donna came in carrying a tray. "How you doin'?" she asked.
"Fine," she answered, watching in the mirror as the redhead set the tray down on top of her desk.
"Here you go," she said cheerfully, before sitting on the bed.
"Thanks."
"Brought you a nice BLT and a large mug of coffee," she told Martha, who'd already worked that out from the smells that had accompanied the older woman.
"Thank you." She put aside her brush and moved over to the desk, her stomach positively growling in anticipation of the food.
"Have you eaten?" the young doctor asked, after swallowing a mouthful and sitting on the bed nearby.
"Yeah, and I fed Skinny too," the older woman answered. "Well not literally, he's big enough, old enough and - well he can do it himself," she said, seeing Martha's eyebrows climbing towards her hairline.
"What happened to you, out on the surface of the planet?" asked Donna after a few moments.
"Oh not much," answered the younger woman evasively. "It was very cold, windy and dark up there."
"Now then, none of that." Donna gave Martha a firm look.
"None of what?" she asked, confused.
"You're doing just what the Doctor does, pretending everything's fine, when it's not." She crossed her arms and stared at the younger woman expectantly.
Martha sighed softly. "There was a Hath named Peck. He befriended me after he was injured in the tunnel collapse - he dislocated his shoulder, and I fixed it for him. I talked him into coming up onto the surface with me, and he died, died saving me after I fell into a bog." She put down her half eaten sandwich, suddenly feeling appalled that she was eating with so little concern for what had happened. She wondered if what she'd experienced during that year walking the world had turned her callous and uncaring; she'd cried when she was out on the planet's surface, but once she had got inside again, she had pushed her grief aside.
"C'mon Martha, it's okay." Donna saw the younger woman's stricken look and wrapped her arms around her, rubbing her back as Martha struggled with her emotions.
"Oh!" She gave a sort of gulping sob, clinging to the older woman, who was murmuring soothingly into her ear.
After several minutes, Martha straightened up and rubbed her eyes, then gave Donna a weak smile.
"Okay?" she asked sympathetically, smiling back.
"Yeah."
"Good."
Martha leaned forward to pick up the rest of her sandwich and the edges of her bathrobe parted slightly, giving Donna a brief glimpse of her breasts. The redhead wondered how her friend would react if she reached out to cup their weight in her hands and tease the nipples to hardness. She hadn't been lying earlier, when she'd told Martha that she was attractive.
"Donna?"
The older woman started and looked up guiltily into Martha's face as she realised she'd been caught staring.
"Sorry, mind's wandering," she said, hoping the young doctor would think she had been staring at nothing in particular.
"I don't think it wandered very far," Martha observed, grinning.
Donna felt her face heat up. "I - uh - sorry," she said, realising she had no idea what to say.
The younger woman leant forward, allowing her robe to fall open again. "Don't be," she answered, then she brushed her lips across Donna's.
She pulled back, grinning again, her eyebrows raised in enquiry.
The redhead grinned back, then leaned forward in her turn to kiss Martha properly, her hands rising to cup the younger woman's breasts, her fingertips stroking the sides as her thumbs brushed across the nipples.
A few moments later Donna was flat on her back, being kissed deeply, as Martha struggled with the older woman's clothes. Eventually she had to stop kissing Donna and let her up so she could undress properly, and Martha discarded her robe at the same time.
They kissed for several long minutes, then pulled apart to catch their breath again, and the redhead gave the young doctor a rather dazed look; Martha smirked at her, rather smugly Donna thought.
"Ever done this before?" asked the younger woman, moving to lie on her side.
"Once, years ago," her friend answered. "I had a crush on this girl at school when I was 16. We got a bit tipsy at a friend's party and ended up in bed together." She frowned at the distant memory. "Wasn't very satisfying to be honest, that's probably why I stuck with blokes after that - and it was easy to get them into bed 'cos of me boobs."
Martha stroked a hand up Donna's body from her stomach to her breasts. "Well they are rather magnificent," she agreed. "But so's the rest of you."
The redhead blushed. "Get away with you."
"It's true," the young doctor insisted. "You're a magnificent woman, Donna Noble, and don't you forget it. In many cultures you'd be considered the embodiment of a goddess." She was stroking patterns across her friend's body as she spoke, but now she leaned forward to kiss Donna again.
The older woman felt a prickle of tears in her eyes at Martha's words: no one had ever likened her to a goddess before, not even her Gramps who thought quite highly of her (unlike her mother). She was distracted from her thoughts by Martha beginning to kiss and lick delicately down her throat towards her breasts, and then Donna gasped with pleasure as the younger woman flicked first one nipple, then the other, with her tongue. As Martha brought both to hard peaks with judicious licks and nips, her hand skated down Donna's body, caressing her softly.
The redhead whimpered through a haze of arousal as Martha's mouth moved lower, following her hand as it trailed down towards her throbbing pussy. Fingertips gently stroked her inner thighs as the younger woman swirled her tongue around Donna's navel, before moving lower still.
A sudden nip of teeth on her right thigh jolted her out of her haze and she opened her eyes to give Martha a dazed look.
"Ready?" the young doctor asked.
Donna managed to murmur assent, her murmur turning into an outright whimper as Martha slipped a finger into her pussy and began to stroke her. She was already so aroused that it didn't take long for her to reach a climax, her hips bucking wildly up from the bed.
When she became aware of her surroundings again, Donna realised that Martha was lying full length between her legs, lapping delicately around the entrance to her pussy, her fingertips caressing Donna's outer thighs as she clasped them gently.
The young doctor lifted her head. "Okay?"
The older woman managed a nod. "Yeah. You're - you're very good at that."
Martha grinned mischievously. "Being a doctor has certain advantages when it comes to physiology and sexual stimulation."
"What?" asked Donna, still dazed from the strength of her orgasm.
"I know how to get people off," the younger woman said, still grinning.
"Oh." There didn't seem to be much else she could say to that, and she was having trouble concentrating properly anyway since Martha's talented fingers had moved inwards again.
"Ready for round 2?" she asked.
"Round 2?" asked the redhead.
"Yeah. Why stop there? It's not like either of us has to wait to get another hard-on, is it?"
"True," agreed Donna. "Round 2 then."
Round 2 was even more pleasurable than Round 1 had been; Round 3, though, involved them switching roles and discovering that Donna was very good with a strap-on.
"I had a fella once - every now and again he liked me to fuck his arse and spank him," she told Martha breathlessly as she took the younger woman from behind.
"Nice." She was nearly as breathless as Donna as she came hard.
Afterwards they curled up together and slept for a while until the Doctor knocked on Martha's door to let her know that they'd arrived back on Earth.
They dressed quickly, grinning at each other conspiratorially. "Good job he didn't just barge in, eh?" asked Donna.
Martha laughed softly. "Yeah. Listen, next time you're back on Earth, make sure you come and visit me, okay?"
"Oh I will," Donna agreed. "Be a shame for you to get out of practice while Tom's away."
The young doctor laughed as she hugged her friend, pausing for a last kiss, before they made their way to the Control Room.