Disclosure
Who_Daily Link: < a href="http://persiflage-1.livejournal.com/300920.html">Disclosure by < lj user=persiflage_1> (Characters: Martha/Ten, Martha/Nine | Rating: NC-17 | Spoilers: S1, S3)
Title: Disclosure
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Martha/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: S1, S3
Summary: AU post-S3: The Doctor pays Martha a surprise visit.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This wasn't supposed to be a series! However, a handful of readers requested a sequel to Post Regenerative Care II (which was itself a sequel to the Martha/Nine ficlet Post Regenerative Care), so here it is. Be warned, this one's a bit kinkier as well as being angsty! Oh - and my betas say I should also warn for computer meltage!
Betas: the long-suffering abstruse_fangrl and catholicphoton
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It was eight o'clock on a Friday night and Martha Jones was trying to decide whether to accept Tish's invitation to join her and her friends for a drink; half of her thought it was a good idea - and that maybe she could get tipsy enough to dare to pick up a fella, but the other half told her that the only man she really wanted was far away, and possibly long ago, too. She went out to the kitchen to see if she had any wine in the house and was just hunting for the corkscrew when a very familiar sound echoed around her flat.
No way! she thought disbelievingly.
But when she stepped out into the hall there was the TARDIS materialising by her front door, the light on the top of the blue box barely clearing the ceiling above.
The door opened and a familiar man clung to the door frame, his tie askew and his hair even more dishevelled than usual. He squinted down the hall at her.
"Martha?" he asked, his voice hoarse and strained.
"Doctor!" she hurried towards him, alarmed by both the sight and sound of him. "What's wrong?"
"I - Oh!" He clutched at his head and stumbled, and she grabbed him quickly, catching hold of his upper arms when it seemed as if he was going to topple over.
"Whatever have you been doing?" Martha asked. "Come on, let's get you into the Medical Bay." She turned him around, then steered him up the ramp and across the Control Room.
She got him to sit down on the examination bed in the Med Bay, then grabbed a stethoscope and a pen torch from the top of the nearby instrument trolley. She unknotted his tie and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his shirt; a corner of her mind was surprised that he wasn't wearing his usual t-shirt under his shirt, but she dismissed it as unimportant. Instead, she concentrated on listening to his hearts, which were beating steadily, if a little faster than normal - Martha tried not to think about the occasion when she had lain on top of the Doctor, her ear pressed to his chest, and listened to the beats of his hearts.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" the Doctor said.
She straightened up quickly and gave him a startled look. "What do you mean?"
"You giving me a medical examination in this room," he clarified. "After I regenerated the last twice."
Martha stepped back a pace, her face flushing in embarrassment. From her point of view her encounter with the newly regenerated tenth incarnation of the Doctor was less than a week ago. "You remember that?" she asked shakily. "How? I asked the TARDIS to make sure you forgot."
"Which she did," he answered. "Do you think I'd have behaved as I did when you were travelling with me if I had remembered what you did - what we did - together that day?"
She shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "I don't know," she said quietly.
He got up off the bed and stepped into her personal space. He lifted her chin with his right hand, his left on her shoulder. "If I had remembered the way you helped me - and I'm not just talking about the sex - after I regenerated, not just once, but twice, I would have behaved differently." His eyes seemed to bore into hers as he gazed down at her. "I know why you told the TARDIS to make me forget, but I wish you hadn't."
Martha dragged her gaze away. She wasn't sure what emotions she was seeing in the dark depths of his eyes, but she didn't want to know. "What's done is done," she answered. "Hadn't you better let me finish examining you?"
"Why?" he asked.
Her head snapped round. "What do you mean, why?" she asked, confused.
"There's nothing wrong with me," the Doctor said. "You just assumed there was."
"You let me assume that," she snapped, stepping away from him again.
"Yes I did," he agreed. "I know you pretty well, Martha Jones, despite what you may think. I know which buttons to press to get a certain reaction - you care passionately about helping people, so if I seemed like I might be unwell, I knew you'd spring into action."
"Bastard!" she spat, angry that he'd manipulated her so easily. She lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught hold of her arm and pulled her body against his. She felt herself flush a second time when she discovered that he was aroused, his erection hard beneath his tight fitting blue trousers. She felt a flare of arousal between her legs and looked up at him, a mixture of desire and anger in her expression.
"You're very sexy when you're angry," he whispered, ducking his head to speak in her ear before nipping at her earlobe.
"I'm not going to shag you," Martha said, pulling free of his grip.
"Maybe not," he answered. "But we need to talk."
"Why?" she asked. "Why do you suddenly want to talk to me now, when you hardly ever would when I travelled with you? Am I only worth talking to now that you remember that we shagged? I suppose Rose - "
"Rose doesn't come into this," the Doctor said, interrupting her. It was true that once he had remembered those two meetings with Martha, he couldn't help wondering if she'd seized the opportunity to have sex with him the second time as a way of getting revenge on him for Rose, since Martha had known that she was just outside the TARDIS desperately trying to hold off the Sycorax. The idea turned him on a bit because he hadn't thought Martha had that kind of darkness in her.
"Then why do you want to talk to me?" she demanded, her arms folded across her chest.
"Because now I know what you did to help me," he answered, "and I know that I behaved badly when we travelled together, so I want to apologise and try to make amends."
"Fine, we'll talk - well, you can talk, I'll listen - and then you can go do whatever you were doing before you came barging back into my life, and I will get on with my life."
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck: he hadn't anticipated that Martha would be this antagonistic, and he realised that he hadn't gone about things in quite the right way. Obviously he had a lot of apologising to do.
"Shall we go and sit somewhere more comfortable, then?" he suggested.
Martha turned on her heel and strode out, and the Doctor followed her.
"Do you want some tea or something?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
"Shall we sit in the library, then?"
"Very well." She let him take the lead, knowing that the TARDIS might have re-arranged her rooms since she had been living aboard the ship six months ago.
Martha chose to sit with her back to the arm of the sofa, her knees bent up in front of her, and the Doctor wondered if that was to keep him at bay.
"How's your family getting on?" he asked, certain she would soften a bit if he asked after them.
"Fine," she said. She glanced up and saw that he looked sincere, so she relented a bit. "Tish has got a job working with a law firm. Mum and Dad aren't back together, but their relationship's rather more amicable than it was. They're all seeing a counsellor regularly, but only once a week now. Jack stays in touch - he pops up one weekend a month to have dinner with us, and flirts madly with Tish and Mum."
"But not you?" asked the Doctor.
Martha shrugged a shoulder. "We're good friends," she said, "and I know he cares about me a great deal. I can talk to him about absolutely anything, and I think he doesn't feel the need to flirt excessively with me." She paused, her eyes on her feet. "Jack's always treated me with respect, and I know I can trust him. That's why I agreed to help you after your regeneration, when the Sycorax were here."
"It was his doing?" the Doctor asked, surprised.
"He suggested that I use his Vortex Manipulator to jump back in Time to help you," she clarified.
He digested that rather surprising piece of information. "Does he know what you did?" he asked.
"Yes. When I got back to the Hub I was a bit upset - the way you treated me, the fact that you were looking forward to travelling with me, and my knowledge of the way things actually turned out - I was hurting and he could see I was. So I told him what had happened, on both occasions."
"Oh." He looked at her downcast eyes. "Do you regret it?" he asked.
Martha looked up. "Yes and no." His eyebrows rose. "I enjoyed the sex, it was very pleasurable. But I felt guilty after the second time."
"You didn't get even the tiniest thrill from having sex with me behind Rose's back?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" she asked, wondering what he was getting at. He tried a nonchalant shrug, but he saw her eyes widen. "Oh!" she said softly. "You like the idea, don't you?"
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain what to say. "Maybe," he answered finally.
"Oh, no maybe about it," she answered certainly. "I bet the thought's making you really hard."
Now his eyes widened; he was surprised at her suggesting it so boldly, and he realised that he was, in fact, hard again. "Um - " he began, then gasped in surprise when she leaned forward to look at his crotch, running her hand up his thigh.
"You're actually a lot kinkier than you let on, aren't you?" Martha said. Her earlier anger towards him had melted away in the face of his obvious arousal and desire.
He lifted her onto his lap and she shifted against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against her. "Do you fancy doing it again?" he asked, his voice husky.
"What, fucking you behind Rose's back?" He groaned, then nodded. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I know the perfect time and place for you to catch up with my previous incarnation," he answered. "Remember when that spaceship crashed into Big Ben?"
"And the Houses of Parliament got blown up?"
The Doctor nodded. "I'd brought Rose back home to visit her mother that day, and discovered we'd been gone for 12 months, not 12 hours." Martha winced. "Anyway, I left her visiting her mother while I nipped off to Albion Hospital, where they'd taken the supposed pilot of the spaceship. So there's a perfect window of opportunity in there."
"Won't he, you - ugh!" She shook her head. "Won't your earlier incarnation be suspicious of me just happening to turn up?" she asked.
"Nope! Just tell me that you were passing and saw the TARDIS - I won't find anything strange in that because I already know you travelled with me, this me, and so you're going to be more inclined to notice the TARDIS. Tell me that you were passing and thought you'd check to see how I am since the regeneration." He smirked. "I can guarantee I'll be so pleased to see you that I won't stop to consider the unlikelihood of it."
"All right," she said.
He grinned. "Wear a dress and heels," he said. "Have you still got that lovely purple dress you wore for the LazLabs thing?" Martha nodded. "Good, wear that one."
"You know you really are a perv," she said, lifting herself off his lap.
"And what about you, Martha Jones?" he asked. "After all, you're agreeing to go on this little trip."
She shrugged. "Guess you never bothered to find out that I had a kinky side," she answered, sauntering away.
Martha joined him in the Control Room a few minutes later, now wearing her purple dress and the matching shoes that she'd worn on that ill-fated night at the LazLabs event. The Time Lord had already set the coordinates and the TARDIS was in flight.
The ship landed on the edge of the Powell Estate. "I can't go too close," the Doctor explained, "or the other TARDIS, or my earlier self, might become aware of me."
Martha nodded. "I understand."
He pulled her close and kissed her, and she felt his arousal again. "I can't wait for you to come back so I can remember this," he muttered.
"If you don't let me go, you won't have anything to remember," she pointed out. "He'll have moved the TARDIS to the hospital and I'll miss him."
"I know." He let go of her and Martha gave him a saucy grin before she sauntered across the Control Room and down the ramp. He saw her put her TARDIS key back around her neck and then she was gone, and he had nothing to do but await the outcome.
* * * * * *
Martha approached the other TARDIS cautiously, looking around carefully before she slipped off her TARDIS key, then knocked on the door. It opened, and there stood the Doctor's earlier incarnation in the jeans, jumper and leather jacket she'd helped him to chose - both of them standing naked in the wardrobe - and she felt a sudden flare of desire that overcame the nervous butterflies in her stomach.
"Dr Jones!" he exclaimed, sounding surprised, but not displeased, to see her.
"Hi," she said. "I saw the ship and thought I'd stop to check that you're okay," she explained.
He grinned and Martha felt her stomach fluttering in a pleasant way. "Come in," he invited, stepping back from the door.
"Thanks."
"Were you off somewhere?" he asked, looking her up and down with an appreciative expression as he took in her dress and heels.
"Only the pub," she answered. "A mate of mine lives nearby and I was on my way to meet her."
"You'll find it's all a bit manic up there," he said, pulling a face.
"The spaceship," she said.
"Yeah."
"So what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be wherever they've taken the pilot?" she asked, remembering what 'her' Doctor had told her about the situation.
He grinned manically. "I was just going to go take a look." He took her hand and led her up the ramp towards the console. "I've got a friend spending a bit of time with her family 'cos she was travelling with me and we were away a bit longer than I intended, and it's all got a bit domestic up there for me, so I thought I'd come down here and slip away to look at the pilot." He paused for breath, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and Martha's desire flared again. "But if you're in no hurry, mebbe we could do a bit of catching up?"
She grinned. "Sure. You could - " She got no further because the Doctor ducked his head and kissed her hard, his tongue sliding easily into her mouth, and she couldn't help a moan escaping as she felt his arousal pressed hard against her leg, even through his thick jeans.
Martha was feeling distinctly breathless by the time he released her, and she gave him a dazed look. "Wow!" she gasped, running her tongue over her lips. "That was some kiss."
He grinned cheekily. "Give me a minute," he said, then began loping around the console. After a few moments the Time Rotor began to move and Martha felt the ship lurch as she left normal Time and Space.
"Now then," he said in a satisfied tone.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Now then what?" she asked.
"Let's catch up properly." He pulled her over to the console, and kissed her quick and hard. "Remember what we did last time?"
Martha felt heat in her face and a throb between her legs. "I'm not likely to forget," she answered.
"No, I don't suppose you are." He lifted her up to sit on the console, pushing her dress up to expose her knees and thighs, then her knickers. He leaned in for a kiss as he slid his right hand up her left leg and brushed his fingertips over the silk covering her skin.
She couldn't help whimpering as his fingers stroked her entrance and he murmured his pleasure at finding her already wet. He tightened his left arm around her body, kissing her more ferociously as he moved her knickers aside and pushed two fingers inside her, causing Martha to groan. He curled his fingers around, remembering just where her sweet spot lay, and at the same time his thumb caressed her clit.
The Doctor grunted with pleasure when Martha's muscles tightened around his fingers and she cried out his name. He unwrapped his arm and unfastened his jeans, even as he offered her his fingers to suck clean.
"Love it when you do that," he said, his voice husky. He pushed his jeans off his hips, and pulled her closer until the tip of his erection was brushing against her wetness. "All right?"
"Yes." She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed into her with a low moan.
"I wish I'd done this sooner," he commented.
Martha lifted her head from his shoulder. "What?" she asked curiously.
"Sex on the console," he answered. "Never thought the old girl would go for it, but she obviously likes you."
She grinned up at him. "The feeling's mutual." She wondered if he'd done this with Rose, but couldn't bring herself to ask - it was the one thing she hadn't discussed with his later incarnation before he'd dropped her off here. Perhaps he hadn't; when Martha had been travelling with the Doctor she had assumed that he and Rose had been lovers, but now she wasn't so sure.
She was distracted from her thoughts by the Doctor unzipping her dress and pushing it down her body, before he lowered his head to her naked breasts, and she found herself unconsciously tightening her muscles around his cock as he sucked on her nipples.
"Oh god!" she gasped.
"Mmm." He continued to thrust and suck at the same time, and Martha could feel her pleasure building higher and higher.
"Doctor!" She clung to his shoulders as her orgasm rushed through her body leaving her light-headed.
He pulled his mouth free and continued to thrust wildly, his rhythm deserting him in the intensity of Martha's orgasm, before his own overtook him. He gave a wordless shout and she felt a second orgasm overtake her in the wake of his.
"You okay?" he asked her, planting tender kisses on her mouth and jaw.
"Yeah," she gasped. "I just - "
"What?"
"I think I could do with a lie down for a bit," she answered, blushing.
The Doctor pulled back and smirked down at her.
"Oi!" she said, swatting his shoulder. "Mr Ego."
"What?" he protested. "I didn't say anything."
"Your face did," she answered, chuckling.
He laughed, then stepped back and pulled up his jeans. "Come on, then," he said, offering her his hand.
Martha allowed him to lead her down the corridor to his bedroom, clutching the top part of her dress with her free hand.
"Do you want a shower before you lie down?" he asked.
"Do you mind if I lie down first?"
"Nah." Once in his room he helped her out of her dress and knickers, then yanked off his coat, jumper, shoes and jeans in short order.
"I've missed you," the Doctor said quietly as they settled on the bed facing each other.
She raised an eyebrow. "What about the friend you've been travelling with?" she asked.
"She's okay. A bright kid and all. But you're a bit special - the fact that you already know what it's like to travel with me, and the way you looked after me when I'd just regenerated." She blushed, and he reached out to caress her cheek. "I don't just mean the sex," he said. "Good though it was. But the fact that there was someone here, someone who cared about me after what I'd just done. I was glad to have met you - and I wished you were still with me several times after that, even after Rose joined me."
"Wouldn't it have been paradoxical for me to have travelled with you after I'd travelled with your later incarnation?" she asked.
He grinned. "I do like you, Martha," he said. "Always asking the sensible questions. Yes, it would be a bit paradoxical - but it wouldn't be the first time it had happened. I had a friend, Charley her name was, who travelled with my eighth self, and then travelled with my sixth."
Martha couldn't help noticing his wistful tone and fond expression when he spoke of Charley - it seemed to her that he felt more strongly about Charley now than he would about Rose in his later incarnation, and she wondered if his perspective on his earlier companions mellowed as he found new people to travel with. She resolved to talk to 'her' Doctor about Charley when she was reunited with him so she could try to gauge his feelings now.
He dropped his hand from her cheek to her shoulder, trailing his fingertips across her skin, which caused her to shiver a little in anticipation. The Doctor shifted closer, and gently pushed her onto her back, before kissing her as his fingers continued to trace a path down her body, caressing her breasts, then circling her navel, before finding her thighs.
He kissed her breasts, then her stomach, lingering over her tattoo, then his mouth reached her thighs. Martha gasped when he nipped at her right thigh while stroking the back of her knee, then he pushed her legs apart and settled his head between them; as his tongue slipped inside she couldn't help thinking that 'her' Doctor would surely also be good at this too.
He drove her over the brink twice before crawling back up the bed, his hard cock brushing against her leg as he leaned in to kiss her again.
"Do you want that shower now?" he asked.
She nodded. "I should get going soon, let you get on with sorting out whatever's going on with that crashed ship, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow and she gave him a puzzled look. "What?"
"You're very conscious of my responsibilities," he said. "Some people would feel that the world could go hang, but not you."
Martha bit her bottom lip, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said.
He brushed his lips over hers. "Don't be," he answered. "You're a doctor, aren't you? Means you know about responsibility and duty, and that's good." He moved away, then held out his hand. "Let's have that shower."
She glanced down, seeing he was still hard, then smirked. "All right."
* * * * * *
The Doctor briefly materialised the TARDIS outside Albion Hospital, leaving Martha behind before he went to investigate the pilot of the crashed spaceship, and moments later the TARDIS materialised a second time with 'her' Doctor at the controls.
She let herself into the ship and walked up the ramp as he dematerialised the TARDIS again. Martha didn't have to look hard to see that the Doctor was even more aroused than when she'd left, and she wasn't in the least surprised when he pulled her close to kiss her fiercely before he lifted her up onto the console.
"Again?" she asked.
"Well, I've not done this with you in this body," he said. "Since the only time we had sex was in the Med Bay."
"I'm a bit sore," she said. "Can't you wait?"
He pouted slightly, then blushed in the face of her raised eyebrows. "Yes, okay."
She smirked at him. "Come on," she said. "Let's go and have a bath."
His quirked an eyebrow at her, then grinned and lifted her down onto her feet again. "Okay," he said happily.
* * * * * *
They shared a bath, then the Doctor took Martha to bed and she informed him that she was going to show him that he wasn't the only one with a talented mouth, and his eyes grew wide. She made him lie back on the bed, then straddled his legs, before she began stroking a hand lightly up and down his erection. Then she ducked her head and flicked the tip with her tongue, and he immediately grabbed her head.
"Oi!" she said, straightening up. "No grabbing or I'll tie you up."
He licked his lips, his eyes wide, and she snorted. "Oh, I might have known you'd like that idea," she said. She let go of his cock to lean down and look for his tie on the floor.
"There are some handcuffs in the second drawer down," he told her, his voice husky.
Martha raised her eyebrows at him, then leaned over to open the drawer and took them out. She cuffed him to the bar running along the head of the bed, then settled herself again to pleasuring him.
Afterwards she stretched out on top of him, leaving his wrists still handcuffed, and began to kiss him on the mouth, along his jaw, and then his throat. As they kissed she rocked against him, rubbing her clit against his skin, and they both moaned when Martha shuddered in climax. By that time he was hard again.
"Have you got any lube in that drawer of yours?" she asked.
He smirked. "Oh, I've got all sorts in there, Martha Jones," he answered.
"I bet you have." She reached out an arm and felt around, then pulled out a bottle of lube.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You said earlier that you were feeling sore."
"Well, the bath helped," she answered. "And the lube should help some more. Unless you don't want to?"
"Oh I want to," he assured her. "I want to very much."
"Good."
* * * * * *
Martha stayed aboard the TARDIS for the whole weekend; they talked a good deal, particularly about the year she'd spent walking the world - and the Doctor revealed for the first time how scared he'd felt sometimes while she was down on Earth, knowing the Master was hunting for her.
They also ate, slept, and had sex, including in the Med Bay again (since that was the first place they'd done it after his regenerations), and a few other places as well. Their last time was on the TARDIS console and she got him to change into his previous self's jeans, jumper and leather jacket.
"I'm beginning to think you prefer my earlier incarnation," he said with a pout, when she made her request.
"Well, my relationship with you then was less complicated: you hadn't even met Rose for a start, and while you were probably angsting over Gallifrey, you were still free and easy with me."
He paused as he was about to push her dress up. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I know that apologies aren't enough, but I truly am sorry."
"I know," she answered. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him, then nipped at his bottom lip. "Now fuck me, Mr Smith," she ordered, and smirked when he looked surprised. She reached out and pulled the zip down on his jeans by way of encouragement.
"Dr Martha Jones, I do like you," he said huskily.
"I should hope so!" Martha snorted.
The Doctor grinned, then bent his head to kiss her as he moved to obey her order. This visit had turned out even more enjoyable than he'd hoped when he'd arrived on Friday night, and he couldn't help hoping that she would let him visit again soon.
Title: Disclosure
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten, Martha/Nine
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: S1, S3
Summary: AU post-S3: The Doctor pays Martha a surprise visit.
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This wasn't supposed to be a series! However, a handful of readers requested a sequel to Post Regenerative Care II (which was itself a sequel to the Martha/Nine ficlet Post Regenerative Care), so here it is. Be warned, this one's a bit kinkier as well as being angsty! Oh - and my betas say I should also warn for computer meltage!
Betas: the long-suffering abstruse_fangrl and catholicphoton
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It was eight o'clock on a Friday night and Martha Jones was trying to decide whether to accept Tish's invitation to join her and her friends for a drink; half of her thought it was a good idea - and that maybe she could get tipsy enough to dare to pick up a fella, but the other half told her that the only man she really wanted was far away, and possibly long ago, too. She went out to the kitchen to see if she had any wine in the house and was just hunting for the corkscrew when a very familiar sound echoed around her flat.
No way! she thought disbelievingly.
But when she stepped out into the hall there was the TARDIS materialising by her front door, the light on the top of the blue box barely clearing the ceiling above.
The door opened and a familiar man clung to the door frame, his tie askew and his hair even more dishevelled than usual. He squinted down the hall at her.
"Martha?" he asked, his voice hoarse and strained.
"Doctor!" she hurried towards him, alarmed by both the sight and sound of him. "What's wrong?"
"I - Oh!" He clutched at his head and stumbled, and she grabbed him quickly, catching hold of his upper arms when it seemed as if he was going to topple over.
"Whatever have you been doing?" Martha asked. "Come on, let's get you into the Medical Bay." She turned him around, then steered him up the ramp and across the Control Room.
She got him to sit down on the examination bed in the Med Bay, then grabbed a stethoscope and a pen torch from the top of the nearby instrument trolley. She unknotted his tie and pulled it off, then unbuttoned his shirt; a corner of her mind was surprised that he wasn't wearing his usual t-shirt under his shirt, but she dismissed it as unimportant. Instead, she concentrated on listening to his hearts, which were beating steadily, if a little faster than normal - Martha tried not to think about the occasion when she had lain on top of the Doctor, her ear pressed to his chest, and listened to the beats of his hearts.
"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" the Doctor said.
She straightened up quickly and gave him a startled look. "What do you mean?"
"You giving me a medical examination in this room," he clarified. "After I regenerated the last twice."
Martha stepped back a pace, her face flushing in embarrassment. From her point of view her encounter with the newly regenerated tenth incarnation of the Doctor was less than a week ago. "You remember that?" she asked shakily. "How? I asked the TARDIS to make sure you forgot."
"Which she did," he answered. "Do you think I'd have behaved as I did when you were travelling with me if I had remembered what you did - what we did - together that day?"
She shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "I don't know," she said quietly.
He got up off the bed and stepped into her personal space. He lifted her chin with his right hand, his left on her shoulder. "If I had remembered the way you helped me - and I'm not just talking about the sex - after I regenerated, not just once, but twice, I would have behaved differently." His eyes seemed to bore into hers as he gazed down at her. "I know why you told the TARDIS to make me forget, but I wish you hadn't."
Martha dragged her gaze away. She wasn't sure what emotions she was seeing in the dark depths of his eyes, but she didn't want to know. "What's done is done," she answered. "Hadn't you better let me finish examining you?"
"Why?" he asked.
Her head snapped round. "What do you mean, why?" she asked, confused.
"There's nothing wrong with me," the Doctor said. "You just assumed there was."
"You let me assume that," she snapped, stepping away from him again.
"Yes I did," he agreed. "I know you pretty well, Martha Jones, despite what you may think. I know which buttons to press to get a certain reaction - you care passionately about helping people, so if I seemed like I might be unwell, I knew you'd spring into action."
"Bastard!" she spat, angry that he'd manipulated her so easily. She lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught hold of her arm and pulled her body against his. She felt herself flush a second time when she discovered that he was aroused, his erection hard beneath his tight fitting blue trousers. She felt a flare of arousal between her legs and looked up at him, a mixture of desire and anger in her expression.
"You're very sexy when you're angry," he whispered, ducking his head to speak in her ear before nipping at her earlobe.
"I'm not going to shag you," Martha said, pulling free of his grip.
"Maybe not," he answered. "But we need to talk."
"Why?" she asked. "Why do you suddenly want to talk to me now, when you hardly ever would when I travelled with you? Am I only worth talking to now that you remember that we shagged? I suppose Rose - "
"Rose doesn't come into this," the Doctor said, interrupting her. It was true that once he had remembered those two meetings with Martha, he couldn't help wondering if she'd seized the opportunity to have sex with him the second time as a way of getting revenge on him for Rose, since Martha had known that she was just outside the TARDIS desperately trying to hold off the Sycorax. The idea turned him on a bit because he hadn't thought Martha had that kind of darkness in her.
"Then why do you want to talk to me?" she demanded, her arms folded across her chest.
"Because now I know what you did to help me," he answered, "and I know that I behaved badly when we travelled together, so I want to apologise and try to make amends."
"Fine, we'll talk - well, you can talk, I'll listen - and then you can go do whatever you were doing before you came barging back into my life, and I will get on with my life."
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck: he hadn't anticipated that Martha would be this antagonistic, and he realised that he hadn't gone about things in quite the right way. Obviously he had a lot of apologising to do.
"Shall we go and sit somewhere more comfortable, then?" he suggested.
Martha turned on her heel and strode out, and the Doctor followed her.
"Do you want some tea or something?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
"Shall we sit in the library, then?"
"Very well." She let him take the lead, knowing that the TARDIS might have re-arranged her rooms since she had been living aboard the ship six months ago.
Martha chose to sit with her back to the arm of the sofa, her knees bent up in front of her, and the Doctor wondered if that was to keep him at bay.
"How's your family getting on?" he asked, certain she would soften a bit if he asked after them.
"Fine," she said. She glanced up and saw that he looked sincere, so she relented a bit. "Tish has got a job working with a law firm. Mum and Dad aren't back together, but their relationship's rather more amicable than it was. They're all seeing a counsellor regularly, but only once a week now. Jack stays in touch - he pops up one weekend a month to have dinner with us, and flirts madly with Tish and Mum."
"But not you?" asked the Doctor.
Martha shrugged a shoulder. "We're good friends," she said, "and I know he cares about me a great deal. I can talk to him about absolutely anything, and I think he doesn't feel the need to flirt excessively with me." She paused, her eyes on her feet. "Jack's always treated me with respect, and I know I can trust him. That's why I agreed to help you after your regeneration, when the Sycorax were here."
"It was his doing?" the Doctor asked, surprised.
"He suggested that I use his Vortex Manipulator to jump back in Time to help you," she clarified.
He digested that rather surprising piece of information. "Does he know what you did?" he asked.
"Yes. When I got back to the Hub I was a bit upset - the way you treated me, the fact that you were looking forward to travelling with me, and my knowledge of the way things actually turned out - I was hurting and he could see I was. So I told him what had happened, on both occasions."
"Oh." He looked at her downcast eyes. "Do you regret it?" he asked.
Martha looked up. "Yes and no." His eyebrows rose. "I enjoyed the sex, it was very pleasurable. But I felt guilty after the second time."
"You didn't get even the tiniest thrill from having sex with me behind Rose's back?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" she asked, wondering what he was getting at. He tried a nonchalant shrug, but he saw her eyes widen. "Oh!" she said softly. "You like the idea, don't you?"
The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain what to say. "Maybe," he answered finally.
"Oh, no maybe about it," she answered certainly. "I bet the thought's making you really hard."
Now his eyes widened; he was surprised at her suggesting it so boldly, and he realised that he was, in fact, hard again. "Um - " he began, then gasped in surprise when she leaned forward to look at his crotch, running her hand up his thigh.
"You're actually a lot kinkier than you let on, aren't you?" Martha said. Her earlier anger towards him had melted away in the face of his obvious arousal and desire.
He lifted her onto his lap and she shifted against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against her. "Do you fancy doing it again?" he asked, his voice husky.
"What, fucking you behind Rose's back?" He groaned, then nodded. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I know the perfect time and place for you to catch up with my previous incarnation," he answered. "Remember when that spaceship crashed into Big Ben?"
"And the Houses of Parliament got blown up?"
The Doctor nodded. "I'd brought Rose back home to visit her mother that day, and discovered we'd been gone for 12 months, not 12 hours." Martha winced. "Anyway, I left her visiting her mother while I nipped off to Albion Hospital, where they'd taken the supposed pilot of the spaceship. So there's a perfect window of opportunity in there."
"Won't he, you - ugh!" She shook her head. "Won't your earlier incarnation be suspicious of me just happening to turn up?" she asked.
"Nope! Just tell me that you were passing and saw the TARDIS - I won't find anything strange in that because I already know you travelled with me, this me, and so you're going to be more inclined to notice the TARDIS. Tell me that you were passing and thought you'd check to see how I am since the regeneration." He smirked. "I can guarantee I'll be so pleased to see you that I won't stop to consider the unlikelihood of it."
"All right," she said.
He grinned. "Wear a dress and heels," he said. "Have you still got that lovely purple dress you wore for the LazLabs thing?" Martha nodded. "Good, wear that one."
"You know you really are a perv," she said, lifting herself off his lap.
"And what about you, Martha Jones?" he asked. "After all, you're agreeing to go on this little trip."
She shrugged. "Guess you never bothered to find out that I had a kinky side," she answered, sauntering away.
Martha joined him in the Control Room a few minutes later, now wearing her purple dress and the matching shoes that she'd worn on that ill-fated night at the LazLabs event. The Time Lord had already set the coordinates and the TARDIS was in flight.
The ship landed on the edge of the Powell Estate. "I can't go too close," the Doctor explained, "or the other TARDIS, or my earlier self, might become aware of me."
Martha nodded. "I understand."
He pulled her close and kissed her, and she felt his arousal again. "I can't wait for you to come back so I can remember this," he muttered.
"If you don't let me go, you won't have anything to remember," she pointed out. "He'll have moved the TARDIS to the hospital and I'll miss him."
"I know." He let go of her and Martha gave him a saucy grin before she sauntered across the Control Room and down the ramp. He saw her put her TARDIS key back around her neck and then she was gone, and he had nothing to do but await the outcome.
* * * * * *
Martha approached the other TARDIS cautiously, looking around carefully before she slipped off her TARDIS key, then knocked on the door. It opened, and there stood the Doctor's earlier incarnation in the jeans, jumper and leather jacket she'd helped him to chose - both of them standing naked in the wardrobe - and she felt a sudden flare of desire that overcame the nervous butterflies in her stomach.
"Dr Jones!" he exclaimed, sounding surprised, but not displeased, to see her.
"Hi," she said. "I saw the ship and thought I'd stop to check that you're okay," she explained.
He grinned and Martha felt her stomach fluttering in a pleasant way. "Come in," he invited, stepping back from the door.
"Thanks."
"Were you off somewhere?" he asked, looking her up and down with an appreciative expression as he took in her dress and heels.
"Only the pub," she answered. "A mate of mine lives nearby and I was on my way to meet her."
"You'll find it's all a bit manic up there," he said, pulling a face.
"The spaceship," she said.
"Yeah."
"So what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be wherever they've taken the pilot?" she asked, remembering what 'her' Doctor had told her about the situation.
He grinned manically. "I was just going to go take a look." He took her hand and led her up the ramp towards the console. "I've got a friend spending a bit of time with her family 'cos she was travelling with me and we were away a bit longer than I intended, and it's all got a bit domestic up there for me, so I thought I'd come down here and slip away to look at the pilot." He paused for breath, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and Martha's desire flared again. "But if you're in no hurry, mebbe we could do a bit of catching up?"
She grinned. "Sure. You could - " She got no further because the Doctor ducked his head and kissed her hard, his tongue sliding easily into her mouth, and she couldn't help a moan escaping as she felt his arousal pressed hard against her leg, even through his thick jeans.
Martha was feeling distinctly breathless by the time he released her, and she gave him a dazed look. "Wow!" she gasped, running her tongue over her lips. "That was some kiss."
He grinned cheekily. "Give me a minute," he said, then began loping around the console. After a few moments the Time Rotor began to move and Martha felt the ship lurch as she left normal Time and Space.
"Now then," he said in a satisfied tone.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Now then what?" she asked.
"Let's catch up properly." He pulled her over to the console, and kissed her quick and hard. "Remember what we did last time?"
Martha felt heat in her face and a throb between her legs. "I'm not likely to forget," she answered.
"No, I don't suppose you are." He lifted her up to sit on the console, pushing her dress up to expose her knees and thighs, then her knickers. He leaned in for a kiss as he slid his right hand up her left leg and brushed his fingertips over the silk covering her skin.
She couldn't help whimpering as his fingers stroked her entrance and he murmured his pleasure at finding her already wet. He tightened his left arm around her body, kissing her more ferociously as he moved her knickers aside and pushed two fingers inside her, causing Martha to groan. He curled his fingers around, remembering just where her sweet spot lay, and at the same time his thumb caressed her clit.
The Doctor grunted with pleasure when Martha's muscles tightened around his fingers and she cried out his name. He unwrapped his arm and unfastened his jeans, even as he offered her his fingers to suck clean.
"Love it when you do that," he said, his voice husky. He pushed his jeans off his hips, and pulled her closer until the tip of his erection was brushing against her wetness. "All right?"
"Yes." She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed into her with a low moan.
"I wish I'd done this sooner," he commented.
Martha lifted her head from his shoulder. "What?" she asked curiously.
"Sex on the console," he answered. "Never thought the old girl would go for it, but she obviously likes you."
She grinned up at him. "The feeling's mutual." She wondered if he'd done this with Rose, but couldn't bring herself to ask - it was the one thing she hadn't discussed with his later incarnation before he'd dropped her off here. Perhaps he hadn't; when Martha had been travelling with the Doctor she had assumed that he and Rose had been lovers, but now she wasn't so sure.
She was distracted from her thoughts by the Doctor unzipping her dress and pushing it down her body, before he lowered his head to her naked breasts, and she found herself unconsciously tightening her muscles around his cock as he sucked on her nipples.
"Oh god!" she gasped.
"Mmm." He continued to thrust and suck at the same time, and Martha could feel her pleasure building higher and higher.
"Doctor!" She clung to his shoulders as her orgasm rushed through her body leaving her light-headed.
He pulled his mouth free and continued to thrust wildly, his rhythm deserting him in the intensity of Martha's orgasm, before his own overtook him. He gave a wordless shout and she felt a second orgasm overtake her in the wake of his.
"You okay?" he asked her, planting tender kisses on her mouth and jaw.
"Yeah," she gasped. "I just - "
"What?"
"I think I could do with a lie down for a bit," she answered, blushing.
The Doctor pulled back and smirked down at her.
"Oi!" she said, swatting his shoulder. "Mr Ego."
"What?" he protested. "I didn't say anything."
"Your face did," she answered, chuckling.
He laughed, then stepped back and pulled up his jeans. "Come on, then," he said, offering her his hand.
Martha allowed him to lead her down the corridor to his bedroom, clutching the top part of her dress with her free hand.
"Do you want a shower before you lie down?" he asked.
"Do you mind if I lie down first?"
"Nah." Once in his room he helped her out of her dress and knickers, then yanked off his coat, jumper, shoes and jeans in short order.
"I've missed you," the Doctor said quietly as they settled on the bed facing each other.
She raised an eyebrow. "What about the friend you've been travelling with?" she asked.
"She's okay. A bright kid and all. But you're a bit special - the fact that you already know what it's like to travel with me, and the way you looked after me when I'd just regenerated." She blushed, and he reached out to caress her cheek. "I don't just mean the sex," he said. "Good though it was. But the fact that there was someone here, someone who cared about me after what I'd just done. I was glad to have met you - and I wished you were still with me several times after that, even after Rose joined me."
"Wouldn't it have been paradoxical for me to have travelled with you after I'd travelled with your later incarnation?" she asked.
He grinned. "I do like you, Martha," he said. "Always asking the sensible questions. Yes, it would be a bit paradoxical - but it wouldn't be the first time it had happened. I had a friend, Charley her name was, who travelled with my eighth self, and then travelled with my sixth."
Martha couldn't help noticing his wistful tone and fond expression when he spoke of Charley - it seemed to her that he felt more strongly about Charley now than he would about Rose in his later incarnation, and she wondered if his perspective on his earlier companions mellowed as he found new people to travel with. She resolved to talk to 'her' Doctor about Charley when she was reunited with him so she could try to gauge his feelings now.
He dropped his hand from her cheek to her shoulder, trailing his fingertips across her skin, which caused her to shiver a little in anticipation. The Doctor shifted closer, and gently pushed her onto her back, before kissing her as his fingers continued to trace a path down her body, caressing her breasts, then circling her navel, before finding her thighs.
He kissed her breasts, then her stomach, lingering over her tattoo, then his mouth reached her thighs. Martha gasped when he nipped at her right thigh while stroking the back of her knee, then he pushed her legs apart and settled his head between them; as his tongue slipped inside she couldn't help thinking that 'her' Doctor would surely also be good at this too.
He drove her over the brink twice before crawling back up the bed, his hard cock brushing against her leg as he leaned in to kiss her again.
"Do you want that shower now?" he asked.
She nodded. "I should get going soon, let you get on with sorting out whatever's going on with that crashed ship, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow and she gave him a puzzled look. "What?"
"You're very conscious of my responsibilities," he said. "Some people would feel that the world could go hang, but not you."
Martha bit her bottom lip, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry," she said.
He brushed his lips over hers. "Don't be," he answered. "You're a doctor, aren't you? Means you know about responsibility and duty, and that's good." He moved away, then held out his hand. "Let's have that shower."
She glanced down, seeing he was still hard, then smirked. "All right."
* * * * * *
The Doctor briefly materialised the TARDIS outside Albion Hospital, leaving Martha behind before he went to investigate the pilot of the crashed spaceship, and moments later the TARDIS materialised a second time with 'her' Doctor at the controls.
She let herself into the ship and walked up the ramp as he dematerialised the TARDIS again. Martha didn't have to look hard to see that the Doctor was even more aroused than when she'd left, and she wasn't in the least surprised when he pulled her close to kiss her fiercely before he lifted her up onto the console.
"Again?" she asked.
"Well, I've not done this with you in this body," he said. "Since the only time we had sex was in the Med Bay."
"I'm a bit sore," she said. "Can't you wait?"
He pouted slightly, then blushed in the face of her raised eyebrows. "Yes, okay."
She smirked at him. "Come on," she said. "Let's go and have a bath."
His quirked an eyebrow at her, then grinned and lifted her down onto her feet again. "Okay," he said happily.
* * * * * *
They shared a bath, then the Doctor took Martha to bed and she informed him that she was going to show him that he wasn't the only one with a talented mouth, and his eyes grew wide. She made him lie back on the bed, then straddled his legs, before she began stroking a hand lightly up and down his erection. Then she ducked her head and flicked the tip with her tongue, and he immediately grabbed her head.
"Oi!" she said, straightening up. "No grabbing or I'll tie you up."
He licked his lips, his eyes wide, and she snorted. "Oh, I might have known you'd like that idea," she said. She let go of his cock to lean down and look for his tie on the floor.
"There are some handcuffs in the second drawer down," he told her, his voice husky.
Martha raised her eyebrows at him, then leaned over to open the drawer and took them out. She cuffed him to the bar running along the head of the bed, then settled herself again to pleasuring him.
Afterwards she stretched out on top of him, leaving his wrists still handcuffed, and began to kiss him on the mouth, along his jaw, and then his throat. As they kissed she rocked against him, rubbing her clit against his skin, and they both moaned when Martha shuddered in climax. By that time he was hard again.
"Have you got any lube in that drawer of yours?" she asked.
He smirked. "Oh, I've got all sorts in there, Martha Jones," he answered.
"I bet you have." She reached out an arm and felt around, then pulled out a bottle of lube.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You said earlier that you were feeling sore."
"Well, the bath helped," she answered. "And the lube should help some more. Unless you don't want to?"
"Oh I want to," he assured her. "I want to very much."
"Good."
* * * * * *
Martha stayed aboard the TARDIS for the whole weekend; they talked a good deal, particularly about the year she'd spent walking the world - and the Doctor revealed for the first time how scared he'd felt sometimes while she was down on Earth, knowing the Master was hunting for her.
They also ate, slept, and had sex, including in the Med Bay again (since that was the first place they'd done it after his regenerations), and a few other places as well. Their last time was on the TARDIS console and she got him to change into his previous self's jeans, jumper and leather jacket.
"I'm beginning to think you prefer my earlier incarnation," he said with a pout, when she made her request.
"Well, my relationship with you then was less complicated: you hadn't even met Rose for a start, and while you were probably angsting over Gallifrey, you were still free and easy with me."
He paused as he was about to push her dress up. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I know that apologies aren't enough, but I truly am sorry."
"I know," she answered. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him, then nipped at his bottom lip. "Now fuck me, Mr Smith," she ordered, and smirked when he looked surprised. She reached out and pulled the zip down on his jeans by way of encouragement.
"Dr Martha Jones, I do like you," he said huskily.
"I should hope so!" Martha snorted.
The Doctor grinned, then bent his head to kiss her as he moved to obey her order. This visit had turned out even more enjoyable than he'd hoped when he'd arrived on Friday night, and he couldn't help hoping that she would let him visit again soon.