Relaxation
Title: Relaxation
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and Jack somewhere nice to relax
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for gatechic to thank her for the Eight/Martha icons she made for me. She requested Ten, Martha and Jack going off somewhere just to relax, to take a break from zipping across the universe and running for their lives - and even the TARDIS gets pampered (like a car wash - she deserves it too).. Hopefully this fic satisfies those criteria!
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The Doctor watches in amusement as Martha chases Jack through the surf, both of them shrieking like little children. Coming to Balneario had been a good idea - they all deserved a break, even the TARDIS. He turns and looks back at his ship parked a short distance away on the prom, where she's being washed down by a team of small, four-armed yellow aliens. The Balnearions took their duties as hosts at one of the largest spa resorts in this corner of the galaxy very seriously - and that included looking after their visitors' transport. There were currently a dozen or so of them, all armed with cloths, brushes and buckets of water, swarming all round the TARDIS' exterior.
The Doctor turns back to watch his Companions, just as the pair race up the beach towards him, both of them breathless but laughing.
"Aren't you coming in Doc?" asks Jack.
"I might be persuaded," he answers.
Martha flopped down onto the towel beside him. "I'm parched," she says.
"Here." The Doctor pulls a bottle from the ice bucket half buried in the pale red sand beside him and holds it out.
"Thanks." She squints at the label, before unscrewing the top.
"It's fruit juice. Don't drink it too fast though."
"Why?" asks Jack curiously as he pulls out a second bottle out for himself.
"Because it's quite potent - like drinking the best champagne. Drink it too fast and it'll go to your head."
Jack gives a grunt of comprehension as he unscrews the top on his bottle and takes a mouthful. "Mmm, nice." He smacks his lips noisily. "Aren't you having some?"
The Doctor shakes his head. "I shouldn't drink it."
"Why?" asks Martha curiously.
"It would act on me like alcohol acts on humans," he answers.
"A drunk Doc?" asks Jack with a wicked grin. "That I'd love to see!" He winks at Martha who's grinning on the other side of the Doctor.
The Doctor looks at his Companions' faces and thinks Why not? We're supposed to be relaxing after all. But he pretends to be reluctant and sighs. "If I get morose or maudlin, on your heads be it," he says.
"Don't worry, Doctor, we'll look after you," Martha says, snuggling up against him.
"Yeah, we will." Jack snuggles up on the other side of the Doctor, who shakes his head slightly, then takes Jack's opened bottle from him and swallows a couple of mouthfuls, whilst Jack opens another bottle for himself.
Martha starts asking questions about Balnearion culture and the Doctor cheerfully embarks on a lecture, swigging the fruit juice at intervals. After half an hour or so, he's starting to feel a bit frisky and when Martha leans over to pick up another bottle of juice from the refilled ice bucket, he leans forward too and kisses the side of her neck. A shiver runs through her and she turns her head, forgetting the bottle of juice, and meets his gaze. The Doctor's eyes are dark with lust as he leans forward to kiss her properly, a cool hand sliding up her bare leg.
Jack watches, grinning - certain his turn will come - but for now he's quite happy to watch his two best friends as hands and mouths roam across almost naked bodies.
The Doctor abruptly pulls away from Martha and turns to Jack. "TARDIS," he growls. "Bring our stuff." He gets up and scoops Martha up from the towel, carrying her, giggling, over to where the TARDIS is waiting. She uses her key, which is hanging around her neck as usual, to let them in; Jack close on the Doctor's heels.
Jack dumps their towels and other paraphernalia by the Captain's chair, then hastens after the Doctor who's carrying Martha down the corridor towards his room. He catches up with the Time Lord at the door to his room and opens it for him, grinning widely at Martha, who has an arm wrapped around the Doctor's neck and is busy licking his Adam's apple.
The Doctor drops Martha onto his bed, then quickly pulls off her bikini. Jack kneels on the bed behind the Time Lord and pulls his t-shirt up and off, as Martha tugs at the Doctor's shorts, her hand brushing against his erection through the material. Jack pulls off his own swimming trunks, then tugs the Doctor down to lie on his back, his shoulders resting on Jack's knees. Martha succeeds in getting the Time Lord's shorts off finally and notes the differences between his body and a human's - that he's colder everywhere including his cock, that his skin is smooth and feels like silk as she touches him, and that it doesn't take much to make him come. She wonders if he is more sensitive than humans or if it's just that all his responses are different because he's alien. Then she wonders at herself for thinking about such things even at this moment, and she can't stop a quiet chuckle escaping as she pulls away, then leans up to kiss the Doctor thoroughly.
"I do hope you're not laughing at me Doctor Jones," he says when he finds he can speak again.
"No," she reassures him. "I'm laughing at me." He quirks an eyebrow at her, but she gives him a look that says she will tell him some other time.
Soon the three of them are entangled on the bed, pale and dark bodies combining and re-combining in an ancient dance that feels new and fresh because this is their first time together. The Doctor's smug when he makes Martha scream, and Jack smirks too until the Time Lord makes him shout.
Martha grins when she discovers that the Doctor is very good at giving her multiple orgasms, and although he seems to come very fast, he recovers quickly and is eager for more within a far shorter space of time than Jack.
Finally, though, they're all exhausted and fall asleep, Jack on one side of the Doctor, Martha on the other, and all three of them feeling, just for once, that they haven't a care in the world.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha/Jack
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor takes Martha and Jack somewhere nice to relax
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This story is for gatechic to thank her for the Eight/Martha icons she made for me. She requested Ten, Martha and Jack going off somewhere just to relax, to take a break from zipping across the universe and running for their lives - and even the TARDIS gets pampered (like a car wash - she deserves it too).. Hopefully this fic satisfies those criteria!
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The Doctor watches in amusement as Martha chases Jack through the surf, both of them shrieking like little children. Coming to Balneario had been a good idea - they all deserved a break, even the TARDIS. He turns and looks back at his ship parked a short distance away on the prom, where she's being washed down by a team of small, four-armed yellow aliens. The Balnearions took their duties as hosts at one of the largest spa resorts in this corner of the galaxy very seriously - and that included looking after their visitors' transport. There were currently a dozen or so of them, all armed with cloths, brushes and buckets of water, swarming all round the TARDIS' exterior.
The Doctor turns back to watch his Companions, just as the pair race up the beach towards him, both of them breathless but laughing.
"Aren't you coming in Doc?" asks Jack.
"I might be persuaded," he answers.
Martha flopped down onto the towel beside him. "I'm parched," she says.
"Here." The Doctor pulls a bottle from the ice bucket half buried in the pale red sand beside him and holds it out.
"Thanks." She squints at the label, before unscrewing the top.
"It's fruit juice. Don't drink it too fast though."
"Why?" asks Jack curiously as he pulls out a second bottle out for himself.
"Because it's quite potent - like drinking the best champagne. Drink it too fast and it'll go to your head."
Jack gives a grunt of comprehension as he unscrews the top on his bottle and takes a mouthful. "Mmm, nice." He smacks his lips noisily. "Aren't you having some?"
The Doctor shakes his head. "I shouldn't drink it."
"Why?" asks Martha curiously.
"It would act on me like alcohol acts on humans," he answers.
"A drunk Doc?" asks Jack with a wicked grin. "That I'd love to see!" He winks at Martha who's grinning on the other side of the Doctor.
The Doctor looks at his Companions' faces and thinks Why not? We're supposed to be relaxing after all. But he pretends to be reluctant and sighs. "If I get morose or maudlin, on your heads be it," he says.
"Don't worry, Doctor, we'll look after you," Martha says, snuggling up against him.
"Yeah, we will." Jack snuggles up on the other side of the Doctor, who shakes his head slightly, then takes Jack's opened bottle from him and swallows a couple of mouthfuls, whilst Jack opens another bottle for himself.
Martha starts asking questions about Balnearion culture and the Doctor cheerfully embarks on a lecture, swigging the fruit juice at intervals. After half an hour or so, he's starting to feel a bit frisky and when Martha leans over to pick up another bottle of juice from the refilled ice bucket, he leans forward too and kisses the side of her neck. A shiver runs through her and she turns her head, forgetting the bottle of juice, and meets his gaze. The Doctor's eyes are dark with lust as he leans forward to kiss her properly, a cool hand sliding up her bare leg.
Jack watches, grinning - certain his turn will come - but for now he's quite happy to watch his two best friends as hands and mouths roam across almost naked bodies.
The Doctor abruptly pulls away from Martha and turns to Jack. "TARDIS," he growls. "Bring our stuff." He gets up and scoops Martha up from the towel, carrying her, giggling, over to where the TARDIS is waiting. She uses her key, which is hanging around her neck as usual, to let them in; Jack close on the Doctor's heels.
Jack dumps their towels and other paraphernalia by the Captain's chair, then hastens after the Doctor who's carrying Martha down the corridor towards his room. He catches up with the Time Lord at the door to his room and opens it for him, grinning widely at Martha, who has an arm wrapped around the Doctor's neck and is busy licking his Adam's apple.
The Doctor drops Martha onto his bed, then quickly pulls off her bikini. Jack kneels on the bed behind the Time Lord and pulls his t-shirt up and off, as Martha tugs at the Doctor's shorts, her hand brushing against his erection through the material. Jack pulls off his own swimming trunks, then tugs the Doctor down to lie on his back, his shoulders resting on Jack's knees. Martha succeeds in getting the Time Lord's shorts off finally and notes the differences between his body and a human's - that he's colder everywhere including his cock, that his skin is smooth and feels like silk as she touches him, and that it doesn't take much to make him come. She wonders if he is more sensitive than humans or if it's just that all his responses are different because he's alien. Then she wonders at herself for thinking about such things even at this moment, and she can't stop a quiet chuckle escaping as she pulls away, then leans up to kiss the Doctor thoroughly.
"I do hope you're not laughing at me Doctor Jones," he says when he finds he can speak again.
"No," she reassures him. "I'm laughing at me." He quirks an eyebrow at her, but she gives him a look that says she will tell him some other time.
Soon the three of them are entangled on the bed, pale and dark bodies combining and re-combining in an ancient dance that feels new and fresh because this is their first time together. The Doctor's smug when he makes Martha scream, and Jack smirks too until the Time Lord makes him shout.
Martha grins when she discovers that the Doctor is very good at giving her multiple orgasms, and although he seems to come very fast, he recovers quickly and is eager for more within a far shorter space of time than Jack.
Finally, though, they're all exhausted and fall asleep, Jack on one side of the Doctor, Martha on the other, and all three of them feeling, just for once, that they haven't a care in the world.