Saying Thank You
Title: Saying Thank You.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Lazarus Experiment
Summary: This is an alternate ending to The Lazarus Experiment in which the Doctor thanks Martha Jones for her help.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: Pure Fluff/PWP. If this fic was a person, it'd be the love child of the Tenth Doctor and Capt Jack Harkness for its sheer cheekiness. Oh and this one is for parrotfish, who knows why !
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The Doctor grabbed Martha's hand as Tish went off to reassure Francine that they'd all survived. "Come on. I need to go and disable Lazarus' machine so no one else can use it."
Martha went with him eagerly - anything to postpone the moment of his
departure just a little longer.
He circled the machine, taking readings with his Sonic Screwdriver, muttering to himself. She watched, admiring the way he moved and the way he looked in that tux and those glasses: a proper Science Geek - and a very sexy one too.
He stepped into the machine, then stuck his head back out and looked at her. "Come on then," he said, slightly impatiently. "I need a hand."
She frowned slightly. It had been a fairly tight squeeze in there last time. On the other hand, she had no problems about getting close to him.
He stepped back out of the machine as she got to the door and ushered her inside, then followed her in, shutting the door behind them.
"Miss Jones, I don't believe I thanked you for your help in stopping Lazarus."
"Well you - " Martha got no further as he swooped down on her mouth, his hands cradling her face just as they had when he'd kissed her in the hospital. As he kissed her, she realised two things: first, that in all the excitement lately, she'd forgotten just how fantastic a kisser he was, and second, that she wanted to shag him.
He finally pulled away and she sucked in air desperately before asking, "Doctor, is that your Sonic Screwdriver I can feel against my leg?"
He chuckled and she felt herself going even weaker at the knees. "No, Miss Jones, it's not - nor is it a banana in my pocket."
Her eyes widened and he saw excitement and desire in their depths. He could also smell her arousal: that was one of the things about Time Lord senses - they were more highly developed than most humans'.
He bent his knees slowly.
"What are you doing?" Martha asked, puzzled. "Oh!" He was lifting up the hem of her dress, pushing it up over her knees, up her thighs, towards her waist. As he pushed it up, he was going down until he was on his knees at her feet. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them further apart, then bent forward and dragged his tongue up her knickers, which were now wet.
Martha gasped, desire pooling between her thighs.
The Doctor slipped his long fingers into the waistband of her red silk knickers and slid them down. As his hands continued to lower her knickers he leant forward again and sucked on each of her thighs in turn.
"Oh god!"
The Doctor left Martha's knickers on the floor at her feet, then pushed her thighs wider apart, before dragging his tongue up her folds, then back down again.
Martha moaned, bracing herself against the walls of the machine as she came hard. He slipped two fingers inside her and began to stroke her slowly, but firmly. He began to lap at her even as his fingers picked up speed, building up a rhythm that was driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her second orgasm crashed through her body so hard that for a second she blacked out. When she could focus again, she found the Doctor grinning cheekily at her from his position at her feet.
"That the best you've got?" Martha asked, pleased that her voice was steadier than her wobbly legs.
"Is that a challenge Miss Jones?" There was a glint in his eyes as he stood up that Martha found both exciting and arousing.
She shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage, trying to ignore the fact that her knickers were still on the floor, that she'd just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and that his lips were shining with traces of her juices. "You keep telling me you're far superior to humans," she answered. "Prove it."
Now the look in his eyes was positively wicked. "Your wish is my command, Miss Jones." He pulled her closer and began to kiss her: hot, hungry kisses that left her breathless with desire. He had one hand gently cradling the back of her head, whilst both of her arms were around his neck. She heard the sound of a zip as he unfastened his trousers, then he was guiding his hard length inside her. She pulled away from his kiss, gasping frantically for air.
"OK?" he asked, and now there was tenderness in his eyes.
"God yes!" She leant forward and spoke quietly in his ear. "Fuck me, Mr Smith."
A look of glee settled on his face and he began kissing her again. His right arm encircled her waist and pulled her closer as he pushed himself deeper inside her. He moved slowly at first, then his thrusts picked up speed and became stronger as Martha encouraged him with moans and squeezes of her muscles around his erection.
She felt a third orgasm approaching and tightened her grip on him as his movements became less controlled, and she knew he was getting close too.
"Martha." He jerked and she felt his release as her own swept through her. He steadied himself against the machine, trying not to squash her. She wrapped her arms around his torso and kissed him languidly.
"OK?" he asked when she pulled away.
"Mmm." She kissed him again. "You win."
"I win?" he asked, momentarily confused.
"I challenged you to prove you were superior. You win."
He grinned at her. "And what do I win."
"Well, that depends - "
"On what?"
"Whether I can continue travelling with you." Martha looked at him. "I don't want to stay here, not yet. There's still so much to see out there."
"OK."
She raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
He nodded.
"Oh, thank you." She kissed him forcefully.
"And my prize?" he asked when she let him go again.
She hesitated, unsure whether she was pushing things too far, even after what they'd just done. "Me?"
"Definitely a prize worth having," he murmured, before kissing her again.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Lazarus Experiment
Summary: This is an alternate ending to The Lazarus Experiment in which the Doctor thanks Martha Jones for her help.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: Pure Fluff/PWP. If this fic was a person, it'd be the love child of the Tenth Doctor and Capt Jack Harkness for its sheer cheekiness. Oh and this one is for parrotfish, who knows why !
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The Doctor grabbed Martha's hand as Tish went off to reassure Francine that they'd all survived. "Come on. I need to go and disable Lazarus' machine so no one else can use it."
Martha went with him eagerly - anything to postpone the moment of his
departure just a little longer.
He circled the machine, taking readings with his Sonic Screwdriver, muttering to himself. She watched, admiring the way he moved and the way he looked in that tux and those glasses: a proper Science Geek - and a very sexy one too.
He stepped into the machine, then stuck his head back out and looked at her. "Come on then," he said, slightly impatiently. "I need a hand."
She frowned slightly. It had been a fairly tight squeeze in there last time. On the other hand, she had no problems about getting close to him.
He stepped back out of the machine as she got to the door and ushered her inside, then followed her in, shutting the door behind them.
"Miss Jones, I don't believe I thanked you for your help in stopping Lazarus."
"Well you - " Martha got no further as he swooped down on her mouth, his hands cradling her face just as they had when he'd kissed her in the hospital. As he kissed her, she realised two things: first, that in all the excitement lately, she'd forgotten just how fantastic a kisser he was, and second, that she wanted to shag him.
He finally pulled away and she sucked in air desperately before asking, "Doctor, is that your Sonic Screwdriver I can feel against my leg?"
He chuckled and she felt herself going even weaker at the knees. "No, Miss Jones, it's not - nor is it a banana in my pocket."
Her eyes widened and he saw excitement and desire in their depths. He could also smell her arousal: that was one of the things about Time Lord senses - they were more highly developed than most humans'.
He bent his knees slowly.
"What are you doing?" Martha asked, puzzled. "Oh!" He was lifting up the hem of her dress, pushing it up over her knees, up her thighs, towards her waist. As he pushed it up, he was going down until he was on his knees at her feet. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them further apart, then bent forward and dragged his tongue up her knickers, which were now wet.
Martha gasped, desire pooling between her thighs.
The Doctor slipped his long fingers into the waistband of her red silk knickers and slid them down. As his hands continued to lower her knickers he leant forward again and sucked on each of her thighs in turn.
"Oh god!"
The Doctor left Martha's knickers on the floor at her feet, then pushed her thighs wider apart, before dragging his tongue up her folds, then back down again.
Martha moaned, bracing herself against the walls of the machine as she came hard. He slipped two fingers inside her and began to stroke her slowly, but firmly. He began to lap at her even as his fingers picked up speed, building up a rhythm that was driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her second orgasm crashed through her body so hard that for a second she blacked out. When she could focus again, she found the Doctor grinning cheekily at her from his position at her feet.
"That the best you've got?" Martha asked, pleased that her voice was steadier than her wobbly legs.
"Is that a challenge Miss Jones?" There was a glint in his eyes as he stood up that Martha found both exciting and arousing.
She shrugged as nonchalantly as she could manage, trying to ignore the fact that her knickers were still on the floor, that she'd just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and that his lips were shining with traces of her juices. "You keep telling me you're far superior to humans," she answered. "Prove it."
Now the look in his eyes was positively wicked. "Your wish is my command, Miss Jones." He pulled her closer and began to kiss her: hot, hungry kisses that left her breathless with desire. He had one hand gently cradling the back of her head, whilst both of her arms were around his neck. She heard the sound of a zip as he unfastened his trousers, then he was guiding his hard length inside her. She pulled away from his kiss, gasping frantically for air.
"OK?" he asked, and now there was tenderness in his eyes.
"God yes!" She leant forward and spoke quietly in his ear. "Fuck me, Mr Smith."
A look of glee settled on his face and he began kissing her again. His right arm encircled her waist and pulled her closer as he pushed himself deeper inside her. He moved slowly at first, then his thrusts picked up speed and became stronger as Martha encouraged him with moans and squeezes of her muscles around his erection.
She felt a third orgasm approaching and tightened her grip on him as his movements became less controlled, and she knew he was getting close too.
"Martha." He jerked and she felt his release as her own swept through her. He steadied himself against the machine, trying not to squash her. She wrapped her arms around his torso and kissed him languidly.
"OK?" he asked when she pulled away.
"Mmm." She kissed him again. "You win."
"I win?" he asked, momentarily confused.
"I challenged you to prove you were superior. You win."
He grinned at her. "And what do I win."
"Well, that depends - "
"On what?"
"Whether I can continue travelling with you." Martha looked at him. "I don't want to stay here, not yet. There's still so much to see out there."
"OK."
She raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
He nodded.
"Oh, thank you." She kissed him forcefully.
"And my prize?" he asked when she let him go again.
She hesitated, unsure whether she was pushing things too far, even after what they'd just done. "Me?"
"Definitely a prize worth having," he murmured, before kissing her again.