Rest and Relaxation
Who_Daily Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/166511.html">Rest and Relaxation by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Donna, Tenth Doctor | Rating: NC-17 | Spoilers: S4.04 - 4.06)
Title: Rest and Relaxation
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Donna, Tenth Doctor
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: S4.04 - 4.06
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and Donna somewhere to relax after their trip to Messaline - but of course, nothing goes according to plan!
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic was written for biichan who requested Companions getting together and being awesome post-Doctor for the dw_femslash ficathon. This isn't quite post-Doctor awesomeness, but they are awesome without him.
Beta: the kindly radiantbaby
~~~~~~
"I thought we were going back to Earth now?" Donna asked, as she stepped out of the TARDIS. "Didn't you say you wanted to go back home?" she asked, turning to Martha who was following her.
"I did," the young doctor agreed, "but someone persuaded me to take one more trip for old times' sake, and promised to take me somewhere without mud, blood or war."
Donna glanced back at the Doctor as he locked the TARDIS door. "You promised her that," she asked him, "that was a bit rash, wasn't it?"
"Oi!" he protested. "Sometimes I get things right."
"If you say so, Spaceman."
Donna grinned and linked arms with Martha, strolling off ahead of the Time Lord, despite not knowing where they were going, but with his long-legged stride he soon caught them up, inserting himself between the two women and putting an arm around each of them.
"We, ladies, are on the pleasure planet Kuuroord where they have every kind of facility for entertainment and enjoyment."
He pointed at a large, domed building half way up the hill they were climbing. "That building there houses a fantastic spa facility where you can be pampered and preened all day long, if you choose. Hot spas, massages, saunas, facials, pedicure, manicure - the whole kit and caboodle." He grinned madly, glancing from one to the other.
"No running?" asked Martha.
"No running," confirmed the Doctor.
"No mud?" asked Donna.
"Only in the mud packs," he assured her.
"What do you reckon?" Donna asked Martha.
She looked thoughtful. "I say we risk it," she said.
"Excellent! You won't regret this, I promise you." The Doctor was practically bouncing in delight at their decision.
"Like an overgrown puppy, isn't he?" Donna observed to Martha, who began giggling at the Time Lord's expression when he pouted.
"Or a small child," the young doctor said.
"Oi!" objected the Doctor.
"Aw, is the poor ickle Spaceman all offended?" asked Donna in a silly talking-to-babies voice.
"Oi!" repeated the Time Lord, which simply reduced his two companions to such giggles that they were clinging to each other in order to stay on their feet.
"What am I, some kind of entertainment?" he asked, moving around them and stalking off up the hill ahead of them.
The two women linked arms again and set off after him, still grinning. When they reached the Doctor, they each pulled a hand from his trouser pocket and linked an arm through his. Then Donna reached up and ruffled his hair.
"Not the hair!" he squawked.
"Shut it, Skinny. You'd better get used to the teasing," she told him, "'cos I refuse to take you that seriously. You already take yourself too seriously, enough for both of us."
"She's right," Martha chipped in. "Enough of this lonely-god-last-of-the-time-lords gloom. You need to relax and have some fun." She glanced up at him. "Doctor's orders, Mr Smith."
He pulled his arm free of Martha's to salute her with a finger to his temple. "Ma'am."
She laughed, putting a hand on his chest to hold herself steady as she stood up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then she wrapped her arm through his again, and they continued up the hill.
The Doctor booked them into the hotel, flashing his psychic paper to get them a palatial suite of rooms, and requested room service since they were too late for breakfast. They took the lift up to the fifth floor and the Doctor let them into the room, opening the door and bowing them in with a flourish.
"Ladies, welcome to Kuuroord's finest spa hotel."
After some discussion over their late breakfast, they decided to use the swimming pool first, so they headed back downstairs and the Doctor took them into the shopping area of the hotel to buy some swimwear since none of them had brought anything. The Time Lord quickly found some shorts he liked, but his two companions were a bit more picky, both of them trying on several bikinis and all-in-one costumes before they each settled on something they liked.
They collected their free towels from the pool attendant and went to change, then met up again beside the pool. The Doctor had to force himself not too stare too obviously at either of his companions who both looked fabulous: Donna had found an emerald green two piece bikini that showed off her figure to perfection, while Martha was wearing a deep yellow bikini that beautifully suited her darker skin. The Time Lord was so busy trying not to stare at the pair that he failed to notice the way the two women were looking at each other - as if neither one had fully appreciated the other before.
Donna decide to break the tension by telling them both that the last one in was on washing up duty for a fortnight, and she dashed towards the pool. Since Martha was going to be leaving them again soon, the Doctor grabbed her hand and they ran across to the pool together, jumping in amidst a flurry of giggles.
"That's cheating," Donna informed them as they surfaced again, the Doctor slicking back his hair from his face.
"No it's not!" he exclaimed. "Not when Martha's going back home soon."
"Do you have to?" asked Donna, rather plaintively.
"Sorry, yeah - got a job to get back to."
"But we've got a time machine," said the redhead.
"Which isn't always entirely accurate," Martha pointed out.
"Oi!" objected the Doctor.
"Shut it, sunshine. You know she's right. We all love the TARDIS, but the old girl can be unpredictable on occasion."
Before the Doctor could dispute this, there was a sudden, piercing scream outside and the three exchanged startled looks, then clambered quickly out of the pool and hurried to investigate.
"What the hell is that?" demanded Donna when she spotted what was causing the screams.
"Does it matter?" asked Martha. "It's eating people!"
All three of them cautiously approached the eight foot tall rabbit-like creature which had a pair of human legs dangling from its mouth. They stared at its long black horn and the red eyes that glared balefully at them as they closed in on it. The legs disappeared with one convulsive gulp and they all three winced.
"A Spiked Hare!" breathed the Doctor, moving forwards and gazing up at it with something like reverence in his eyes. "Hello, you're a long way from home, aren't you? What are you doing here?"
"Oi, Spaceman, watch what - " Donna groaned as the Spiked Hare batted the Time Lord away with one powerful front paw, sending him flying across the atrium to crash, limp and senseless, against the far wall.
"Too late," she muttered. She turned to Martha and saw the young doctor glance quickly across at the Doctor's prostrate body, before she turned back to gaze at the Hare with a steely expression.
Oh someone's in trouble now, thought Donna, watching as Martha sized up the creature. She could tell that the younger woman was less afraid than angry at the creature's behaviour.
"Stay here," Martha told her, "I'll be back." She darted away.
"Where are - Too late." The redhead wondered where Martha had gone, knowing the young doctor wasn't the sort to run away from anything.
A few moments later Martha was back, brandishing the Doctor's sonic screwdriver at the Spiked Hare, and Donna watched in amazement as the creature turned and charged straight towards her friend.
"Martha, get out of there!" the redhead yelled fearing that her friend would end up like the Doctor.
As the Hare dipped its head to run Martha through with its horn, the sonic emitted its familiar warble, and the young woman dived aside, rolling expertly across the floor towards Donna as the Hare crashed, horn first, into the wall, which it hit with such force that its horn was fully impaled and it knocked itself out.
"Wow! That was amazing!" exclaimed Donna as Martha leapt to her feet.
"Thanks!" She tossed over her shoulder as she ran across the atrium to the Doctor's unconscious form.
Donna hurried after her, wincing as klaxons began to fill the air with their strident noise. "Bit late for them now," she muttered. She knelt on the floor beside Martha and the Doctor.
"Is he - ?" She couldn't quite bring herself to finish the question, but Martha flashed her a sympathetic look.
"He'll be okay," the young doctor assured her as she moved the Time Lord into the recovery position, "just unconscious for a while. I need to get him back to the TARDIS though, he'll heal faster if he's aboard his ship. Stay with him, will you, and I'll go and see if anyone else is injured?"
"Of course," Donna answered. She watched as Martha hurried away to talk to a group of older men and women who were huddled in one corner, checking that none of them were suffering from anything worse than shock.
Martha bumped into a young woman carrying a First Aid kit who looked clueless about its use, so she commandeered it, and requested that the young woman find some suitable transport so that she could get the Doctor back to the TARDIS. The young woman hurried away and Martha continued making her way around the atrium, bandaging injuries, administering painkillers, and comforting the shocked visitors and staff.
Donna, in turn, began handing out tea and coffee from a vending machine in the corner of the atrium, having persuaded a member of staff to override the controls so there was no necessity to put money into it. She also organised two of the male staff into bringing folding chairs out for those who were feeling particularly shaky.
Eventually Martha crossed the atrium to join Donna again. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"Me?" asked Donna, "I'm fine."
"Good."
"I'm dead impressed with you, you know."
Martha looked up, as she unfurled a stethoscope to listen to the Doctor's hearts. "Why?"
"Why? 'cos of the Tomb Raider thing you did," Donna said, in a tone that implied it ought to be obvious.
"Oh, that." Martha turned her attention back to the Time Lord.
"'Oh that' she says, as if it's nothing." The redhead gave her friend a disbelieving look, watching as the young doctor assessed the Doctor's injuries: she couldn't believe how calm and collected Martha was being, and wondered if this was what she dealt with every day in UNIT.
"Well, he's got three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a nasty lump on his head," Martha told her as she packed away the stethoscope. "He got off lightly, considering."
They both looked up as the young woman whom Martha had sent to find transport hurried across the atrium towards them.
"There's a Patient Recovery Vehicle outside," the young woman told them.
"Do you mean an ambulance?" asked Donna.
"Well, yes, I suppose so," answered the young woman, looking nervous.
"So why not say that?" demanded the redhead.
"Donna, it doesn’t matter." Martha laid a hand on her friend's arm. "Do you want to go and get our clothes from the changing rooms, and then we can get out of here?"
"Yeah, okay," answered the older woman heavily.
Martha watched her go, knowing that for all she tried to hide it, her friend cared about the Doctor just as deeply as she did.
"Don't mind Donna," she told the young woman. "She's just upset about our friend getting hurt."
"It's okay."
Two men came hurrying over with a floating stretcher and Martha watched closely as they lifted the prone Time Lord onto it. Donna appeared just as they got him settled, so they all went out to the ambulance together.
A few minutes later, Martha and Donna were guiding the floating stretcher through the Control Room and into the Med Bay, where Martha got the Doctor settled onto a bed. Donna took the stretcher back to the ambulance men, then shut the door and leaned against it, eyes closed, feeling suddenly weary.
She started when a soft voice spoke nearby. "Why don't you make us some tea?" suggested Martha.
The redhead opened her eyes and saw her friend giving her a compassionate look. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll join you as soon as I've dealt with the Doctor's injuries," Martha said.
Donna nodded, and headed towards the kitchen while Martha returned to the Med Bay. She joined her friend several minutes later, wearing a white doctor's coat over her bikini, and Donna realised with a sudden flush of embarrassment that she'd forgotten she hadn't got dressed.
"You okay?" Martha asked as she picked up the mug of tea and drank half of it one go.
"Yeah." She got to her feet. "I should go and get dressed."
"Or we could go and use the TARDIS swimming pool," suggested Martha.
"The TARDIS has a pool?" asked Donna, surprised.
The younger woman nodded. "I reckon we deserve a swim at the very least. The Doctor's going to be out for a few hours at least, so we might as well enjoy some rest and relaxation." She pulled off her white coat and draped it over a chair, then drank the rest of her tea. "C'mon."
Martha led the way out of the kitchen and through the corridors until they reached a pale blue door with a seashell above the handle.
Inside they found pale blue and sea green tiles decorating the lower half of the walls and the floor, with pale yellow paint on the top half of the walls. There was a grassy area to one side of the pool that was provided with recliners, privacy screens and towels.
"Wow!" Donna stared around, taking everything in. "He kept this quiet!"
"He tends to," Martha answered. She gestured to the pool. "Shall we?"
"You bet!"
They swam and floated, and talked, for about an hour before climbing out of the pool and drying themselves off.
Donna groaned quietly as she lifted her arms to dry her hair.
"What's wrong?" asked Martha immediately.
"My shoulders are aching."
"Sit down then." Martha waited for her friend to sit down, then she towelled Donna's hair dry. "Do you want me to give you a massage?"
"Would you?" asked her friend hopefully.
"Of course. C'mon, we'll go to my room. I think there's some oil in my bathroom."
Martha got Donna settled on her bed and began massaging her friend's neck and shoulders, causing the redhead to moan softly. "You're good at that."
"Healing hands," Martha joked.
"I believe you."
Donna could feel the muscles in her neck and shoulders relaxing as Martha's hands worked their magic, but at the same time, she could feel tension building in certain other muscles as she grew aroused at her friend's touches. She could feel heat building between her legs too and knew that she'd have to go to her room for a wank after this; she'd been attracted to the young doctor the moment she'd set eyes on her and had fantasised about shagging her, but she assumed Martha wouldn't be interested since she was engaged.
She was pulled from a pleasant mental image of Martha sucking on her breasts by the sensation of a kiss on her back, between her shoulder blades, and she couldn't help moaning in response.
"Is that nice?" asked her friend, her voice low and seductive.
Donna could feel her nipples tightening. "Yeah," she said, breathlessly. "Don't stop."
She felt a trail of kisses travel down her spine and groaned as she felt herself growing wet.
Martha suddenly nipped at her ear. "Turn over."
The redhead obeyed and found herself being kissed, and not in a tentative way. "How did you know?" she asked, once her friend let her catch her breath again.
"Know what?" asked Martha, who was sliding Donna's bikini bottom down, having already disposed of the top part without Donna even noticing.
"That I fancied you? That I was interested in this?"
"Got eyes, haven't I?" asked the younger woman. "I've seen the way you look at me, especially after the Doctor rescued me from the Sontarans, and I was only wearing that flimsy robe under his coat."
Donna gasped as Martha, having gently parted her thighs, slid two fingers inside her sex, then she moaned as the younger woman bent down and began to tease a nipple with teeth and lips.
"You're good at that," the redhead said, surprised.
Martha lifted her mouth off Donna's breast with a wet pop. "That's because I've done this before," she answered.
"Yeah? You like shagging girls as well as guys?"
"Yep." She grinned wickedly at Donna. "Tom's desperate to see me shagging another woman. I'm not supposed to shag other guys while he's away, but he doesn't mind me having other women in my bed."
"Wow. That's - oh god, that's nice!" Her hips bucked upwards and Martha knew Donna meant what she was doing, not what she'd been talking about. She grinned as she drove Donna towards her climax, her hand and mouth teasing the older woman until she came with a wordless yell.
Donna lay gasping for some time as Martha gently stroked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. That was fantastic!" she said, grinning at Martha's smug expression.
"Good."
"My turn now to see if I can make you scream."
She sat up and unfastened the young doctor's bikini top, kissing Martha and playing with her breasts, before getting her to lie down again so she could remove the bottom half of her bikini.
"So have you been with a woman before?" asked Martha.
Donna grinned at her. "Yeah. When I was in my early 20s, I had a girlfriend for a while. Didn't last, but we had a lot of fun while we were together." She frowned for a moment. "Been a while, though."
Martha sat up again and kissed her hard, tangling her hands in the other woman's hair. "I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to make a woman scream," she commented once she pulled away again.
"Lie down and we'll find out."
The young doctor flopped back onto the bed and sighed with pleasure when her friend parted her legs and began to tease her, stroking the lips of her sex with her tongue and fingers. Soon Martha's hands were fisted in the bedclothes and she was whimpering as Donna tormented her, bringing her to brink again and again, before pulling back.
"Fuck, Donna, make me come already!" Martha demanded suddenly.
The redhead chuckled, which made her friend yelp at the vibrations tickling her; moments later she was yelling instead of yelping as Donna finally pushed her over the edge and she came hard.
A few moments later, they were asleep spooned together in Martha's bed, Donna's arms around the young doctor's middle.
Title: Rest and Relaxation
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Donna, Tenth Doctor
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: S4.04 - 4.06
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and Donna somewhere to relax after their trip to Messaline - but of course, nothing goes according to plan!
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish I did own it!
Author Notes: This fic was written for biichan who requested Companions getting together and being awesome post-Doctor for the dw_femslash ficathon. This isn't quite post-Doctor awesomeness, but they are awesome without him.
Beta: the kindly radiantbaby
~~~~~~
"I thought we were going back to Earth now?" Donna asked, as she stepped out of the TARDIS. "Didn't you say you wanted to go back home?" she asked, turning to Martha who was following her.
"I did," the young doctor agreed, "but someone persuaded me to take one more trip for old times' sake, and promised to take me somewhere without mud, blood or war."
Donna glanced back at the Doctor as he locked the TARDIS door. "You promised her that," she asked him, "that was a bit rash, wasn't it?"
"Oi!" he protested. "Sometimes I get things right."
"If you say so, Spaceman."
Donna grinned and linked arms with Martha, strolling off ahead of the Time Lord, despite not knowing where they were going, but with his long-legged stride he soon caught them up, inserting himself between the two women and putting an arm around each of them.
"We, ladies, are on the pleasure planet Kuuroord where they have every kind of facility for entertainment and enjoyment."
He pointed at a large, domed building half way up the hill they were climbing. "That building there houses a fantastic spa facility where you can be pampered and preened all day long, if you choose. Hot spas, massages, saunas, facials, pedicure, manicure - the whole kit and caboodle." He grinned madly, glancing from one to the other.
"No running?" asked Martha.
"No running," confirmed the Doctor.
"No mud?" asked Donna.
"Only in the mud packs," he assured her.
"What do you reckon?" Donna asked Martha.
She looked thoughtful. "I say we risk it," she said.
"Excellent! You won't regret this, I promise you." The Doctor was practically bouncing in delight at their decision.
"Like an overgrown puppy, isn't he?" Donna observed to Martha, who began giggling at the Time Lord's expression when he pouted.
"Or a small child," the young doctor said.
"Oi!" objected the Doctor.
"Aw, is the poor ickle Spaceman all offended?" asked Donna in a silly talking-to-babies voice.
"Oi!" repeated the Time Lord, which simply reduced his two companions to such giggles that they were clinging to each other in order to stay on their feet.
"What am I, some kind of entertainment?" he asked, moving around them and stalking off up the hill ahead of them.
The two women linked arms again and set off after him, still grinning. When they reached the Doctor, they each pulled a hand from his trouser pocket and linked an arm through his. Then Donna reached up and ruffled his hair.
"Not the hair!" he squawked.
"Shut it, Skinny. You'd better get used to the teasing," she told him, "'cos I refuse to take you that seriously. You already take yourself too seriously, enough for both of us."
"She's right," Martha chipped in. "Enough of this lonely-god-last-of-the-time-lords gloom. You need to relax and have some fun." She glanced up at him. "Doctor's orders, Mr Smith."
He pulled his arm free of Martha's to salute her with a finger to his temple. "Ma'am."
She laughed, putting a hand on his chest to hold herself steady as she stood up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then she wrapped her arm through his again, and they continued up the hill.
The Doctor booked them into the hotel, flashing his psychic paper to get them a palatial suite of rooms, and requested room service since they were too late for breakfast. They took the lift up to the fifth floor and the Doctor let them into the room, opening the door and bowing them in with a flourish.
"Ladies, welcome to Kuuroord's finest spa hotel."
After some discussion over their late breakfast, they decided to use the swimming pool first, so they headed back downstairs and the Doctor took them into the shopping area of the hotel to buy some swimwear since none of them had brought anything. The Time Lord quickly found some shorts he liked, but his two companions were a bit more picky, both of them trying on several bikinis and all-in-one costumes before they each settled on something they liked.
They collected their free towels from the pool attendant and went to change, then met up again beside the pool. The Doctor had to force himself not too stare too obviously at either of his companions who both looked fabulous: Donna had found an emerald green two piece bikini that showed off her figure to perfection, while Martha was wearing a deep yellow bikini that beautifully suited her darker skin. The Time Lord was so busy trying not to stare at the pair that he failed to notice the way the two women were looking at each other - as if neither one had fully appreciated the other before.
Donna decide to break the tension by telling them both that the last one in was on washing up duty for a fortnight, and she dashed towards the pool. Since Martha was going to be leaving them again soon, the Doctor grabbed her hand and they ran across to the pool together, jumping in amidst a flurry of giggles.
"That's cheating," Donna informed them as they surfaced again, the Doctor slicking back his hair from his face.
"No it's not!" he exclaimed. "Not when Martha's going back home soon."
"Do you have to?" asked Donna, rather plaintively.
"Sorry, yeah - got a job to get back to."
"But we've got a time machine," said the redhead.
"Which isn't always entirely accurate," Martha pointed out.
"Oi!" objected the Doctor.
"Shut it, sunshine. You know she's right. We all love the TARDIS, but the old girl can be unpredictable on occasion."
Before the Doctor could dispute this, there was a sudden, piercing scream outside and the three exchanged startled looks, then clambered quickly out of the pool and hurried to investigate.
"What the hell is that?" demanded Donna when she spotted what was causing the screams.
"Does it matter?" asked Martha. "It's eating people!"
All three of them cautiously approached the eight foot tall rabbit-like creature which had a pair of human legs dangling from its mouth. They stared at its long black horn and the red eyes that glared balefully at them as they closed in on it. The legs disappeared with one convulsive gulp and they all three winced.
"A Spiked Hare!" breathed the Doctor, moving forwards and gazing up at it with something like reverence in his eyes. "Hello, you're a long way from home, aren't you? What are you doing here?"
"Oi, Spaceman, watch what - " Donna groaned as the Spiked Hare batted the Time Lord away with one powerful front paw, sending him flying across the atrium to crash, limp and senseless, against the far wall.
"Too late," she muttered. She turned to Martha and saw the young doctor glance quickly across at the Doctor's prostrate body, before she turned back to gaze at the Hare with a steely expression.
Oh someone's in trouble now, thought Donna, watching as Martha sized up the creature. She could tell that the younger woman was less afraid than angry at the creature's behaviour.
"Stay here," Martha told her, "I'll be back." She darted away.
"Where are - Too late." The redhead wondered where Martha had gone, knowing the young doctor wasn't the sort to run away from anything.
A few moments later Martha was back, brandishing the Doctor's sonic screwdriver at the Spiked Hare, and Donna watched in amazement as the creature turned and charged straight towards her friend.
"Martha, get out of there!" the redhead yelled fearing that her friend would end up like the Doctor.
As the Hare dipped its head to run Martha through with its horn, the sonic emitted its familiar warble, and the young woman dived aside, rolling expertly across the floor towards Donna as the Hare crashed, horn first, into the wall, which it hit with such force that its horn was fully impaled and it knocked itself out.
"Wow! That was amazing!" exclaimed Donna as Martha leapt to her feet.
"Thanks!" She tossed over her shoulder as she ran across the atrium to the Doctor's unconscious form.
Donna hurried after her, wincing as klaxons began to fill the air with their strident noise. "Bit late for them now," she muttered. She knelt on the floor beside Martha and the Doctor.
"Is he - ?" She couldn't quite bring herself to finish the question, but Martha flashed her a sympathetic look.
"He'll be okay," the young doctor assured her as she moved the Time Lord into the recovery position, "just unconscious for a while. I need to get him back to the TARDIS though, he'll heal faster if he's aboard his ship. Stay with him, will you, and I'll go and see if anyone else is injured?"
"Of course," Donna answered. She watched as Martha hurried away to talk to a group of older men and women who were huddled in one corner, checking that none of them were suffering from anything worse than shock.
Martha bumped into a young woman carrying a First Aid kit who looked clueless about its use, so she commandeered it, and requested that the young woman find some suitable transport so that she could get the Doctor back to the TARDIS. The young woman hurried away and Martha continued making her way around the atrium, bandaging injuries, administering painkillers, and comforting the shocked visitors and staff.
Donna, in turn, began handing out tea and coffee from a vending machine in the corner of the atrium, having persuaded a member of staff to override the controls so there was no necessity to put money into it. She also organised two of the male staff into bringing folding chairs out for those who were feeling particularly shaky.
Eventually Martha crossed the atrium to join Donna again. "How are you doing?" she asked.
"Me?" asked Donna, "I'm fine."
"Good."
"I'm dead impressed with you, you know."
Martha looked up, as she unfurled a stethoscope to listen to the Doctor's hearts. "Why?"
"Why? 'cos of the Tomb Raider thing you did," Donna said, in a tone that implied it ought to be obvious.
"Oh, that." Martha turned her attention back to the Time Lord.
"'Oh that' she says, as if it's nothing." The redhead gave her friend a disbelieving look, watching as the young doctor assessed the Doctor's injuries: she couldn't believe how calm and collected Martha was being, and wondered if this was what she dealt with every day in UNIT.
"Well, he's got three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a nasty lump on his head," Martha told her as she packed away the stethoscope. "He got off lightly, considering."
They both looked up as the young woman whom Martha had sent to find transport hurried across the atrium towards them.
"There's a Patient Recovery Vehicle outside," the young woman told them.
"Do you mean an ambulance?" asked Donna.
"Well, yes, I suppose so," answered the young woman, looking nervous.
"So why not say that?" demanded the redhead.
"Donna, it doesn’t matter." Martha laid a hand on her friend's arm. "Do you want to go and get our clothes from the changing rooms, and then we can get out of here?"
"Yeah, okay," answered the older woman heavily.
Martha watched her go, knowing that for all she tried to hide it, her friend cared about the Doctor just as deeply as she did.
"Don't mind Donna," she told the young woman. "She's just upset about our friend getting hurt."
"It's okay."
Two men came hurrying over with a floating stretcher and Martha watched closely as they lifted the prone Time Lord onto it. Donna appeared just as they got him settled, so they all went out to the ambulance together.
A few minutes later, Martha and Donna were guiding the floating stretcher through the Control Room and into the Med Bay, where Martha got the Doctor settled onto a bed. Donna took the stretcher back to the ambulance men, then shut the door and leaned against it, eyes closed, feeling suddenly weary.
She started when a soft voice spoke nearby. "Why don't you make us some tea?" suggested Martha.
The redhead opened her eyes and saw her friend giving her a compassionate look. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll join you as soon as I've dealt with the Doctor's injuries," Martha said.
Donna nodded, and headed towards the kitchen while Martha returned to the Med Bay. She joined her friend several minutes later, wearing a white doctor's coat over her bikini, and Donna realised with a sudden flush of embarrassment that she'd forgotten she hadn't got dressed.
"You okay?" Martha asked as she picked up the mug of tea and drank half of it one go.
"Yeah." She got to her feet. "I should go and get dressed."
"Or we could go and use the TARDIS swimming pool," suggested Martha.
"The TARDIS has a pool?" asked Donna, surprised.
The younger woman nodded. "I reckon we deserve a swim at the very least. The Doctor's going to be out for a few hours at least, so we might as well enjoy some rest and relaxation." She pulled off her white coat and draped it over a chair, then drank the rest of her tea. "C'mon."
Martha led the way out of the kitchen and through the corridors until they reached a pale blue door with a seashell above the handle.
Inside they found pale blue and sea green tiles decorating the lower half of the walls and the floor, with pale yellow paint on the top half of the walls. There was a grassy area to one side of the pool that was provided with recliners, privacy screens and towels.
"Wow!" Donna stared around, taking everything in. "He kept this quiet!"
"He tends to," Martha answered. She gestured to the pool. "Shall we?"
"You bet!"
They swam and floated, and talked, for about an hour before climbing out of the pool and drying themselves off.
Donna groaned quietly as she lifted her arms to dry her hair.
"What's wrong?" asked Martha immediately.
"My shoulders are aching."
"Sit down then." Martha waited for her friend to sit down, then she towelled Donna's hair dry. "Do you want me to give you a massage?"
"Would you?" asked her friend hopefully.
"Of course. C'mon, we'll go to my room. I think there's some oil in my bathroom."
Martha got Donna settled on her bed and began massaging her friend's neck and shoulders, causing the redhead to moan softly. "You're good at that."
"Healing hands," Martha joked.
"I believe you."
Donna could feel the muscles in her neck and shoulders relaxing as Martha's hands worked their magic, but at the same time, she could feel tension building in certain other muscles as she grew aroused at her friend's touches. She could feel heat building between her legs too and knew that she'd have to go to her room for a wank after this; she'd been attracted to the young doctor the moment she'd set eyes on her and had fantasised about shagging her, but she assumed Martha wouldn't be interested since she was engaged.
She was pulled from a pleasant mental image of Martha sucking on her breasts by the sensation of a kiss on her back, between her shoulder blades, and she couldn't help moaning in response.
"Is that nice?" asked her friend, her voice low and seductive.
Donna could feel her nipples tightening. "Yeah," she said, breathlessly. "Don't stop."
She felt a trail of kisses travel down her spine and groaned as she felt herself growing wet.
Martha suddenly nipped at her ear. "Turn over."
The redhead obeyed and found herself being kissed, and not in a tentative way. "How did you know?" she asked, once her friend let her catch her breath again.
"Know what?" asked Martha, who was sliding Donna's bikini bottom down, having already disposed of the top part without Donna even noticing.
"That I fancied you? That I was interested in this?"
"Got eyes, haven't I?" asked the younger woman. "I've seen the way you look at me, especially after the Doctor rescued me from the Sontarans, and I was only wearing that flimsy robe under his coat."
Donna gasped as Martha, having gently parted her thighs, slid two fingers inside her sex, then she moaned as the younger woman bent down and began to tease a nipple with teeth and lips.
"You're good at that," the redhead said, surprised.
Martha lifted her mouth off Donna's breast with a wet pop. "That's because I've done this before," she answered.
"Yeah? You like shagging girls as well as guys?"
"Yep." She grinned wickedly at Donna. "Tom's desperate to see me shagging another woman. I'm not supposed to shag other guys while he's away, but he doesn't mind me having other women in my bed."
"Wow. That's - oh god, that's nice!" Her hips bucked upwards and Martha knew Donna meant what she was doing, not what she'd been talking about. She grinned as she drove Donna towards her climax, her hand and mouth teasing the older woman until she came with a wordless yell.
Donna lay gasping for some time as Martha gently stroked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Okay?" she asked.
"Yeah. That was fantastic!" she said, grinning at Martha's smug expression.
"Good."
"My turn now to see if I can make you scream."
She sat up and unfastened the young doctor's bikini top, kissing Martha and playing with her breasts, before getting her to lie down again so she could remove the bottom half of her bikini.
"So have you been with a woman before?" asked Martha.
Donna grinned at her. "Yeah. When I was in my early 20s, I had a girlfriend for a while. Didn't last, but we had a lot of fun while we were together." She frowned for a moment. "Been a while, though."
Martha sat up again and kissed her hard, tangling her hands in the other woman's hair. "I'm sure you haven't forgotten how to make a woman scream," she commented once she pulled away again.
"Lie down and we'll find out."
The young doctor flopped back onto the bed and sighed with pleasure when her friend parted her legs and began to tease her, stroking the lips of her sex with her tongue and fingers. Soon Martha's hands were fisted in the bedclothes and she was whimpering as Donna tormented her, bringing her to brink again and again, before pulling back.
"Fuck, Donna, make me come already!" Martha demanded suddenly.
The redhead chuckled, which made her friend yelp at the vibrations tickling her; moments later she was yelling instead of yelping as Donna finally pushed her over the edge and she came hard.
A few moments later, they were asleep spooned together in Martha's bed, Donna's arms around the young doctor's middle.