Drabbles of Fic Part 5
Title: Drabbles of Fic Part 5
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17 ish for the last couple, PG-13 for the rest
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: Yet again these are written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game that are to celebrate the Community reaching 1000 members. The first one's not a Drabble at all and I can't pretend it is - the story just got away from me completely as I was writing it !
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The Doctor gives Martha an inappropriate present/"You never told me." (For madelf and doyle_sb4 respectively. Set during S4, it explains something that we saw in that photo of Martha, Donna, Ten and the Sontaran. Erm, this one ran away from me - a lot !)
The Doctor handed Martha a small jeweller's box.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
"If you open it, you'll find out," he answered with maddening logic.
She opened it and stared in disbelief at the gold wedding band inside the box, then looked up at the Doctor. "Is this your idea of a joke?"
He looked at her in confusion. "A joke? No, it's meant to keep you safe."
"A wedding ring's meant to keep me safe?"
He noted the incredulity in her voice and huffed in annoyance. "It's a biodamper. It means no one will be able to detect your bio-signature."
"It looks like a wedding ring," Martha said flatly.
"That's because it's disguised, to make it discreet."
"I bet my mum notices it the minute she sees me," she said.
"Then don't wear it when you go home," the Doctor snapped as he turned away, hurt that she didn't appreciate his attempts to keep her safe.
Martha looked at his stiff back and tense shoulders, realising that he was quite offended and wondering if he thought her an ungrateful cow. She went to him and leant her head against his shoulder as she snaked her arms around him. "I'm sorry Doctor. I'm not ungrateful, honestly, but try to see it from my point of view. A woman looks forward to getting a ring like that from the man she loves, because he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, not because he's trying to stop passing aliens from finding her." She felt him relax a little.
He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. "Doesn't it occur to you that I gave you that ring precisely because I want you to be at my side for as long as possible?" he asked softly.
Her eyes widened in surprise as his arms circled her body. "You mean - "
"I mean I don't want to risk losing you. You matter a good deal to me, Martha Jones."
"You never told me that before," she observed.
"I never told myself before," he admitted.
She pulled her arms free of his body, then cupped his face in her hands and kissed him with her whole heart, feeling a surge of joy as he kissed her back. Then he pulled the box from the pocket where she'd shoved it and put the ring on her finger, before kissing her again.
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor go sledding (For padawanpooh)
Martha stood by the TARDIS, looking warily at the Doctor who was capering about in the snow like a small boy instead of a 900-plus year old Time Lord.
"Come on then," he called enthusiastically.
She sighed, then walked over. "Are you sure about this Doctor?" she asked.
"Of course! You're not scared, are you?" he challenged.
"Certainly not," she said defensively. "But if I break anything, I will kill you."
"And if you don't, you pay me a forfeit," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
She grinned suddenly. "Deal." She sat down on the tin tray and the Doctor sat down behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her middle, before pushing off. They both whooped and hollered like children all the way down the hillside, until the tray slid to a halt at the bottom leaving them in a breathlessly giggling heap.
"Again?" asked the Doctor, helping Martha up.
"Do I have to pay a forfeit every time I don't break anything?" she asked.
"Oh I think so, don't you?"
"Again then," she agreed and they hurried back up the hill.
* * * * * *
The Doctor loses his voice (For padawanpooh)
The Doctor looked plaintively at Martha from his bed and she looked down at him, smiling fondly. "I don't know, you never learn, do you?" she tutted. He huffed crossly and she bent to kiss his forehead. "I've told you before not to keep licking things, but you don't listen."
Turning away, she poured out a large spoonful of black, oily looking medicine and held it out to the silent Time Lord. He pulled an expressive face, then opened his mouth obediently and swallowed. Martha grinned and put the spoon aside, before handing him a small bag of jelly babies. He took them and put them down on his far side, then reached out and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. She giggled breathlessly, then cuddled up beside him and accepted the jelly baby he offered her before he chewed one himself.
"You know, I could get used to this," she said mischievously.
He stuck his tongue out at her and she giggled again.
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor have another genetic transfer. (For nevardevereaux)
They were lying on a cliff-top, on the Doctor's coat, waiting for the triple sunrise when the Doctor spoke after a long companionable silence. "Martha?"
"Doctor?" She hadn't taken her eyes from the horizon, watching for that magical moment when three suns would appear from the sea.
"Would you be willing to engage in another genetic transfer?"
Martha's head snapped around fast. "What?" Hands clasped the sides of her face and cool, firm lips met her warm, full ones, and he kissed her as if his life really did depend on it. The triple sunrise occurred unwatched and unremarked.
* * * * * *
The Doctor wakes Martha from a very hot dream. (For parrotfish)
Martha moaned as the Doctor made very good use of his oral fixation and his long, slender fingers. "Don't stop," she begged, bracing herself against the walls of Lazarus' machine.
"Martha!"
She opened her eyes to see the Doctor's face leaning over her and felt herself blush. Damn! That was a good dream too! Then she noticed he was only wearing a pair of pyjama trousers. She looked at him questioningly as he slid into the bed beside her.
"Thought you might prefer the reality to the dream," he said with a wicked smile and she suddenly remembered he'd once told her that he and the TARDIS were telepathic.
She smiled too. "Don't mind if I do, Mr Smith."
* * * * * *
John Smith is plagued with dreams of Martha Jones in purple high-heeled shoes. (For parrotfish)
Every night it was the same dream now. He saw his maid, Martha Jones, in a rather revealing dress with highly impractical purple shoes. He, as the Doctor, and she, as his Companion, would come together to celebrate surviving some life-threatening peril, and he would ease off the purple dress, revealing a beautiful body in the full flower of womanhood, but always she left the shoes on.
Every morning he had to wait for her to leave after bringing his breakfast before he could relieve his tension, and every morning he wished he could really see her in the purple dress and purple shoes.
* * * * * *
Martha finds the Fourth Doctor's scarf. (For madelf)
Martha was wandering through the TARDIS Wardrobe. As she wandered, she'd stop occasionally to look at an item of clothing, wondering who it had belonged to and what they were like. She stopped in her tracks when she found an enormously long knitted scarf in a variety of colours.
"That one was mine," the Doctor said stepping up quietly behind her.
"Really? Your tastes in clothing have improved then."
"Oi! I'll have you know that was knitted for me by Nostradamus' wife - a real witty knitter, she was."
"She must have been, to have knitted this."
He pulled the scarf from the shelf and wrapped one end around her neck, then wrapped the scarf around his own neck. Martha looked up at him in confusion, until he gently pulled on the scarf, drawing her closer. "You could have a lot of fun with a scarf like this," he whispered, sliding his arms and the scarf around her body.
"You really are quite kinky, aren't you?"
"And you like it," he said with certainty.
"Oh yes," she breathed as he bent his head to kiss her.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17 ish for the last couple, PG-13 for the rest
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and all that jazz…
Author Notes: Yet again these are written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game that are to celebrate the Community reaching 1000 members. The first one's not a Drabble at all and I can't pretend it is - the story just got away from me completely as I was writing it !
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The Doctor gives Martha an inappropriate present/"You never told me." (For madelf and doyle_sb4 respectively. Set during S4, it explains something that we saw in that photo of Martha, Donna, Ten and the Sontaran. Erm, this one ran away from me - a lot !)
The Doctor handed Martha a small jeweller's box.
"What's this?" she asked curiously.
"If you open it, you'll find out," he answered with maddening logic.
She opened it and stared in disbelief at the gold wedding band inside the box, then looked up at the Doctor. "Is this your idea of a joke?"
He looked at her in confusion. "A joke? No, it's meant to keep you safe."
"A wedding ring's meant to keep me safe?"
He noted the incredulity in her voice and huffed in annoyance. "It's a biodamper. It means no one will be able to detect your bio-signature."
"It looks like a wedding ring," Martha said flatly.
"That's because it's disguised, to make it discreet."
"I bet my mum notices it the minute she sees me," she said.
"Then don't wear it when you go home," the Doctor snapped as he turned away, hurt that she didn't appreciate his attempts to keep her safe.
Martha looked at his stiff back and tense shoulders, realising that he was quite offended and wondering if he thought her an ungrateful cow. She went to him and leant her head against his shoulder as she snaked her arms around him. "I'm sorry Doctor. I'm not ungrateful, honestly, but try to see it from my point of view. A woman looks forward to getting a ring like that from the man she loves, because he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, not because he's trying to stop passing aliens from finding her." She felt him relax a little.
He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. "Doesn't it occur to you that I gave you that ring precisely because I want you to be at my side for as long as possible?" he asked softly.
Her eyes widened in surprise as his arms circled her body. "You mean - "
"I mean I don't want to risk losing you. You matter a good deal to me, Martha Jones."
"You never told me that before," she observed.
"I never told myself before," he admitted.
She pulled her arms free of his body, then cupped his face in her hands and kissed him with her whole heart, feeling a surge of joy as he kissed her back. Then he pulled the box from the pocket where she'd shoved it and put the ring on her finger, before kissing her again.
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor go sledding (For padawanpooh)
Martha stood by the TARDIS, looking warily at the Doctor who was capering about in the snow like a small boy instead of a 900-plus year old Time Lord.
"Come on then," he called enthusiastically.
She sighed, then walked over. "Are you sure about this Doctor?" she asked.
"Of course! You're not scared, are you?" he challenged.
"Certainly not," she said defensively. "But if I break anything, I will kill you."
"And if you don't, you pay me a forfeit," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
She grinned suddenly. "Deal." She sat down on the tin tray and the Doctor sat down behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her middle, before pushing off. They both whooped and hollered like children all the way down the hillside, until the tray slid to a halt at the bottom leaving them in a breathlessly giggling heap.
"Again?" asked the Doctor, helping Martha up.
"Do I have to pay a forfeit every time I don't break anything?" she asked.
"Oh I think so, don't you?"
"Again then," she agreed and they hurried back up the hill.
* * * * * *
The Doctor loses his voice (For padawanpooh)
The Doctor looked plaintively at Martha from his bed and she looked down at him, smiling fondly. "I don't know, you never learn, do you?" she tutted. He huffed crossly and she bent to kiss his forehead. "I've told you before not to keep licking things, but you don't listen."
Turning away, she poured out a large spoonful of black, oily looking medicine and held it out to the silent Time Lord. He pulled an expressive face, then opened his mouth obediently and swallowed. Martha grinned and put the spoon aside, before handing him a small bag of jelly babies. He took them and put them down on his far side, then reached out and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. She giggled breathlessly, then cuddled up beside him and accepted the jelly baby he offered her before he chewed one himself.
"You know, I could get used to this," she said mischievously.
He stuck his tongue out at her and she giggled again.
* * * * * *
Martha and the Doctor have another genetic transfer. (For nevardevereaux)
They were lying on a cliff-top, on the Doctor's coat, waiting for the triple sunrise when the Doctor spoke after a long companionable silence. "Martha?"
"Doctor?" She hadn't taken her eyes from the horizon, watching for that magical moment when three suns would appear from the sea.
"Would you be willing to engage in another genetic transfer?"
Martha's head snapped around fast. "What?" Hands clasped the sides of her face and cool, firm lips met her warm, full ones, and he kissed her as if his life really did depend on it. The triple sunrise occurred unwatched and unremarked.
* * * * * *
The Doctor wakes Martha from a very hot dream. (For parrotfish)
Martha moaned as the Doctor made very good use of his oral fixation and his long, slender fingers. "Don't stop," she begged, bracing herself against the walls of Lazarus' machine.
"Martha!"
She opened her eyes to see the Doctor's face leaning over her and felt herself blush. Damn! That was a good dream too! Then she noticed he was only wearing a pair of pyjama trousers. She looked at him questioningly as he slid into the bed beside her.
"Thought you might prefer the reality to the dream," he said with a wicked smile and she suddenly remembered he'd once told her that he and the TARDIS were telepathic.
She smiled too. "Don't mind if I do, Mr Smith."
* * * * * *
John Smith is plagued with dreams of Martha Jones in purple high-heeled shoes. (For parrotfish)
Every night it was the same dream now. He saw his maid, Martha Jones, in a rather revealing dress with highly impractical purple shoes. He, as the Doctor, and she, as his Companion, would come together to celebrate surviving some life-threatening peril, and he would ease off the purple dress, revealing a beautiful body in the full flower of womanhood, but always she left the shoes on.
Every morning he had to wait for her to leave after bringing his breakfast before he could relieve his tension, and every morning he wished he could really see her in the purple dress and purple shoes.
* * * * * *
Martha finds the Fourth Doctor's scarf. (For madelf)
Martha was wandering through the TARDIS Wardrobe. As she wandered, she'd stop occasionally to look at an item of clothing, wondering who it had belonged to and what they were like. She stopped in her tracks when she found an enormously long knitted scarf in a variety of colours.
"That one was mine," the Doctor said stepping up quietly behind her.
"Really? Your tastes in clothing have improved then."
"Oi! I'll have you know that was knitted for me by Nostradamus' wife - a real witty knitter, she was."
"She must have been, to have knitted this."
He pulled the scarf from the shelf and wrapped one end around her neck, then wrapped the scarf around his own neck. Martha looked up at him in confusion, until he gently pulled on the scarf, drawing her closer. "You could have a lot of fun with a scarf like this," he whispered, sliding his arms and the scarf around her body.
"You really are quite kinky, aren't you?"
"And you like it," he said with certainty.
"Oh yes," she breathed as he bent his head to kiss her.