Ruffled
Title: Ruffled
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Martha makes an interesting discovery about Time Lords.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: evilgeniuslady pretty much demanded this earlier today during a discussion about the Children in Need special promo photos, and ladymako71 and padawanpooh egged me on. Written straight into Word as it fell out of my brain. I wasn't going to post it yet, but evilgeniuslady sounds like she could use it...
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Martha gasped as the Doctor thrust into her and reflected that if she'd known that ruffling his hair would lead to sex, she'd have done it an awful lot sooner.
A few minutes ago.
The Doctor was crouching on the floor of the library scanning the lowest shelves for a book on Xenobiology that he wanted Martha to read, whilst she was looking at the books on the shelves at her eye level. She looked down, intending to ask him something, when her eye was caught by his hair which, as usual, was in a state of wild disarray. She bit her lip for a moment, then decided that she just couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his hair. She'd been fighting the urge ever since she'd met him at the hospital and saw him sitting in the hospital bed with his dishevelled hair and that cheeky, seductive grin on his face. Now though, she was going to succumb.
She reached down and ruffled his hair.
"Martha?" The Doctor's voice was a strangled mutter.
"Doctor?" she answered in her most innocent tone.
"I don't think you should do that."
"Why?" She looked down as he looked up and saw desire flare in the depths of his dark brown eyes. And as he looked up into Martha's brown eyes, he saw an answering flare of desire and knew that they were both doomed. She continued to play with his hair and he straightened up slowly, then grabbed her, causing her to squeak with surprise. He picked her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and one hand around the back of his neck. The other hand went back to his hair and she began to ruffle it as he kissed her forcefully, whilst backing them towards the nearest leather sofa. She could feel his arousal pressing against her entrance and she felt herself growing wet in anticipation. He was kissing her so hard that she was beginning to feel breathless, but she didn't want to pull away just yet. His lips were smooth and firm, and his tongue, god his tongue! Finally she pulled her mouth away from his, gasping desperately for air.
"Why shouldn't I ruffle your hair?" she asked once she could speak.
"Because a Time Lord's head has a lot of erogenous zones," answered the Doctor as he turned around and sat down on the sofa, Martha's legs still wrapped around his waist.
"That seems like a good reason to do it, then," she answered with commendable aplomb, given the Doctor was currently reaching up under her skirt and trying to work her knickers off. She gasped as he tore her knickers away and dropped them on the floor.
"I'll fix them later," he said thickly. Martha gasped again as he thrust into her, then grabbed his head and tilted his head back so she could kiss him again. He held her hips as she started to move up and down his thickness, and moaned as she ran her hands through his hair.
"Fuck!" she gasped as she came hard.
"That's the plan," he gasped. "Hold on." He manoeuvred them until he was lying on his back, still buried inside her, then he began to thrust properly. They continued to kiss each other hungrily, until Martha pulled away and began sucking on his Adam's Apple. The Doctor groaned loudly and his thrusts became more erratic until he couldn't hold off any longer. He pumped his release into Martha, swearing in Gallifreyan, as she continued to suck, lick and nibble at his throat.
"Rassilon!" He opened his eyes and gazed up at her dazedly. She grinned down at him smugly, before running her hands through his hair again. "Bloody hell woman!"
"What?" asked Martha, affecting an innocent air.
"You could give me a few minutes to get my breath back before you start again," the Doctor complained half-heartedly. She smirked, squeezing her muscles around his cock. "Oh I'm going to make you scream for that!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah?"
"Yes," he growled.
"I look forward to you trying," she answered. "I'm not much of a screamer."
"We'll see." He sat up, then swung his legs off the sofa, and stood up. She laughed as he carried her, still with her legs wrapped around his waist and his half hard cock inside her, to his bedroom. He pulled out of her, then dropped her into the middle of the bed, causing her to start giggling.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Your hair's all over the place, and you've got your cock hanging out of your pants."
He looked down, then looked up and glowered, before stripping rapidly. "I hope you're ready for round two," he said as he climbed onto the bed and pushed her skirt up, before bending and applying his tongue to her wet folds. As he buried his head between her legs, she reached down and ruffled his hair again. He moaned, which tickled pleasantly, so she did it again. He pulled his head away and looked down at her, eyes hazy with lust.
"If you insist on playing with my hair when I'm trying to get you off, I'm going to tie you up!" he growled.
She raised her eyebrows. "Ooooh, kinky!"
"I mean it," he warned her.
She smirked at him and waited until his head was back between her legs, then she reached out and ruffled his hair again.
"Right!" He sat up abruptly, reached down and grabbed his tie. He moved swiftly, straddling Martha's body as he grabbed her wrists and proceeded to tie them to the head of his bed. Since he was so close, she lifted her head and wrapped her mouth around the head of his hard cock.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped as she started to suck, tilting her head back to take more of his impressive length down her throat. He clutched at the head of the bed with one hand as she hummed her satisfaction. He reached down with his free hand and began unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it open. Then he slid his hand under her and unfastened her bra. He frowned as he realised that he couldn't get her bra off since she was tied to the bed, but his frown quickly disappeared as he realised how close he was getting to his climax.
"Martha, my Martha, oh Rassilon, that's good, don't stop, Martha, please!" He was practically sobbing by the time his orgasm exploded through his body and his legs were shaky where he was kneeling over her. He managed to reach down and untie her wrists again, then he shifted around to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms to cuddle her and kissing her softly, tasting himself in her mouth.
"You are a devilish woman," he informed her after a while, pulling her to lie on top of him.
"Really?" she asked, grinning at him in a teasing manner.
"No, not really. I think you might be a goddess though."
"Now that I like!"
"And if you're a goddess, then I believe I ought to worship you, Miss Jones."
"Yeah? That's an even better idea." She reached up and ruffled his hair again, so he slid his hands down onto her bottom, squeezing and grinding her body against his, before sliding one hand inside her, causing her to gasp.
"I still intend to try making you scream, though," he said in her ear as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.
"Good," she murmured.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Martha makes an interesting discovery about Time Lords.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: evilgeniuslady pretty much demanded this earlier today during a discussion about the Children in Need special promo photos, and ladymako71 and padawanpooh egged me on. Written straight into Word as it fell out of my brain. I wasn't going to post it yet, but evilgeniuslady sounds like she could use it...
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Martha gasped as the Doctor thrust into her and reflected that if she'd known that ruffling his hair would lead to sex, she'd have done it an awful lot sooner.
A few minutes ago.
The Doctor was crouching on the floor of the library scanning the lowest shelves for a book on Xenobiology that he wanted Martha to read, whilst she was looking at the books on the shelves at her eye level. She looked down, intending to ask him something, when her eye was caught by his hair which, as usual, was in a state of wild disarray. She bit her lip for a moment, then decided that she just couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his hair. She'd been fighting the urge ever since she'd met him at the hospital and saw him sitting in the hospital bed with his dishevelled hair and that cheeky, seductive grin on his face. Now though, she was going to succumb.
She reached down and ruffled his hair.
"Martha?" The Doctor's voice was a strangled mutter.
"Doctor?" she answered in her most innocent tone.
"I don't think you should do that."
"Why?" She looked down as he looked up and saw desire flare in the depths of his dark brown eyes. And as he looked up into Martha's brown eyes, he saw an answering flare of desire and knew that they were both doomed. She continued to play with his hair and he straightened up slowly, then grabbed her, causing her to squeak with surprise. He picked her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and one hand around the back of his neck. The other hand went back to his hair and she began to ruffle it as he kissed her forcefully, whilst backing them towards the nearest leather sofa. She could feel his arousal pressing against her entrance and she felt herself growing wet in anticipation. He was kissing her so hard that she was beginning to feel breathless, but she didn't want to pull away just yet. His lips were smooth and firm, and his tongue, god his tongue! Finally she pulled her mouth away from his, gasping desperately for air.
"Why shouldn't I ruffle your hair?" she asked once she could speak.
"Because a Time Lord's head has a lot of erogenous zones," answered the Doctor as he turned around and sat down on the sofa, Martha's legs still wrapped around his waist.
"That seems like a good reason to do it, then," she answered with commendable aplomb, given the Doctor was currently reaching up under her skirt and trying to work her knickers off. She gasped as he tore her knickers away and dropped them on the floor.
"I'll fix them later," he said thickly. Martha gasped again as he thrust into her, then grabbed his head and tilted his head back so she could kiss him again. He held her hips as she started to move up and down his thickness, and moaned as she ran her hands through his hair.
"Fuck!" she gasped as she came hard.
"That's the plan," he gasped. "Hold on." He manoeuvred them until he was lying on his back, still buried inside her, then he began to thrust properly. They continued to kiss each other hungrily, until Martha pulled away and began sucking on his Adam's Apple. The Doctor groaned loudly and his thrusts became more erratic until he couldn't hold off any longer. He pumped his release into Martha, swearing in Gallifreyan, as she continued to suck, lick and nibble at his throat.
"Rassilon!" He opened his eyes and gazed up at her dazedly. She grinned down at him smugly, before running her hands through his hair again. "Bloody hell woman!"
"What?" asked Martha, affecting an innocent air.
"You could give me a few minutes to get my breath back before you start again," the Doctor complained half-heartedly. She smirked, squeezing her muscles around his cock. "Oh I'm going to make you scream for that!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah?"
"Yes," he growled.
"I look forward to you trying," she answered. "I'm not much of a screamer."
"We'll see." He sat up, then swung his legs off the sofa, and stood up. She laughed as he carried her, still with her legs wrapped around his waist and his half hard cock inside her, to his bedroom. He pulled out of her, then dropped her into the middle of the bed, causing her to start giggling.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"Your hair's all over the place, and you've got your cock hanging out of your pants."
He looked down, then looked up and glowered, before stripping rapidly. "I hope you're ready for round two," he said as he climbed onto the bed and pushed her skirt up, before bending and applying his tongue to her wet folds. As he buried his head between her legs, she reached down and ruffled his hair again. He moaned, which tickled pleasantly, so she did it again. He pulled his head away and looked down at her, eyes hazy with lust.
"If you insist on playing with my hair when I'm trying to get you off, I'm going to tie you up!" he growled.
She raised her eyebrows. "Ooooh, kinky!"
"I mean it," he warned her.
She smirked at him and waited until his head was back between her legs, then she reached out and ruffled his hair again.
"Right!" He sat up abruptly, reached down and grabbed his tie. He moved swiftly, straddling Martha's body as he grabbed her wrists and proceeded to tie them to the head of his bed. Since he was so close, she lifted her head and wrapped her mouth around the head of his hard cock.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped as she started to suck, tilting her head back to take more of his impressive length down her throat. He clutched at the head of the bed with one hand as she hummed her satisfaction. He reached down with his free hand and began unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it open. Then he slid his hand under her and unfastened her bra. He frowned as he realised that he couldn't get her bra off since she was tied to the bed, but his frown quickly disappeared as he realised how close he was getting to his climax.
"Martha, my Martha, oh Rassilon, that's good, don't stop, Martha, please!" He was practically sobbing by the time his orgasm exploded through his body and his legs were shaky where he was kneeling over her. He managed to reach down and untie her wrists again, then he shifted around to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms to cuddle her and kissing her softly, tasting himself in her mouth.
"You are a devilish woman," he informed her after a while, pulling her to lie on top of him.
"Really?" she asked, grinning at him in a teasing manner.
"No, not really. I think you might be a goddess though."
"Now that I like!"
"And if you're a goddess, then I believe I ought to worship you, Miss Jones."
"Yeah? That's an even better idea." She reached up and ruffled his hair again, so he slid his hands down onto her bottom, squeezing and grinding her body against his, before sliding one hand inside her, causing her to gasp.
"I still intend to try making you scream, though," he said in her ear as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her.
"Good," she murmured.