Drabbles of Fic Part 12
Title: Drabbles of Fic Part 12
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Ten/Martha/Jack, TARDIS
Rating: U - NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: These are some more "Drabbles" I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game. Basically it's a series of connected Season 3 "tags" and missing scenes. I've retconned all the bits of S3 where Ten is portrayed as ignoring Martha, because I've simply had enough of pandering to RTD's version of the Tenth Doctor.
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The Shakespeare Code tag
Martha lay curled asleep in the middle of the Doctor's bed, worn out by their adventure with Shakespeare and the Carrionites. The Doctor watched her from a nearby chair, still contemplating the fact that this young woman was fearless enough to try to take on a Carrionite by herself. Not only that, but she'd bravely given him her last breath on the Moon, clearly believing that he could stop the MRI from destroying half the Earth.
He rubbed at his eyes, then yawned, actually feeling weary himself for once. He pulled off his shoes, tie and jacket, then stretched out on the edge of his bed, taking care not to disturb Martha.
When he woke a few hours later, she was curled into his body, her head on his shoulder, one arm across his chest. He smiled, then closed his eyes again, feeling comforted to have her there.
* * * * * *
Gridlock tag
The Doctor led Martha down a corridor, her small hand clasped tightly in his. He felt as if she'd thrown him a lifeline back in that dingy alley and at the moment he wasn't willing to let go of her. The least he could do for her now was to ensure her well being.
"Here you are," he said, finally stopping outside a pale blue door, which he opened with a gesture for Martha to precede him into the room. Inside was a comfortably sized room, decorated in shades of red that matched Martha's leather jacket, and a deep yellow that bordered on gold. The carpet was thick and soft, the lighting subdued, and the temperature pleasantly warm after the cold damp of the alley.
"There's a bathroom through that door," the Doctor told her, pointing it out. "Get yourself freshened up and get some rest."
"This is beautiful, thank you."
He noted that she sounded genuinely delighted and smiled, pleased. "Don't thank me, thank the TARDIS," he answered.
"Thank you," she said softly, patting the nearest wall, then grinning when the ship hummed back at her. She turned back to him and took his hands in hers. "I want to thank you, though, for letting me travel with you."
"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Jones," he answered carrying her hand to his lips and brushing a kiss across her knuckles. "I'll see you later."
* * * * * *
Daleks in Manhattan missing scene
The Doctor did his best to tune out Tallulah as they made their way through the sewers in search of Martha Jones. He was cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on her; he should have trusted his instincts and kept her at his side, although he knew she would hate that; but to lose her now, after all they had been through together. He hastily shoved that thought aside: he was not going to lose another Companion, he was not!
But when he saw the Dalek pass, he felt a stab of agony in his hearts: what were they doing here? If they were responsible for Martha's disappearance, if they hurt a single hair of her head, then they would have cause to know the true meaning of his title of The Oncoming Storm.
* * * * * *
Evolution of the Daleks tag
As soon as the TARDIS was away from New York the Doctor turned to Martha and wrapped her in a tight hug. She immediately wrapped her arms around him in return.
"I thought I'd lost you," he murmured.
"You don't get rid of me that easily," she answered. She could feel the tension in his spare frame and tightened her hold further.
After a few more minutes, he pulled back a little and looked down into her dark eyes. "Martha Jones, you were fantastic." He dipped his head and kissed her. She sighed softly and returned his kiss with no less fervour.
When they broke apart for air, he bent and picked her up, causing her to squeak with surprise. He carried her to her room and laid her gently on her bed, then sat down beside her.
"Martha Jones, would you consider having a weary, bitter, old Time Lord for a companion?"
She knelt up on the bed and slid her arms around his neck. "I will, Mr Smith," she answered, then began to kiss him thoroughly.
* * * * * *
The Lazarus Experiment missing scene
Martha stretched languorously beside the Doctor, smiling at the memory of pleasure given and received.
"You look like the cat that got the cream," the Time Lord observed, smiling at her.
She rolled onto her side and began to slide a foot up and down his bare leg. "Your own smile has a touch of Cheshire Cat about it," she replied, her grin widening as she saw his desire growing again. She moved over onto her back again, one eyebrow raised as she grinned at him and he immediately moved to cover her body with his, bending his head to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing his body down against hers by way of encouragement.
"If I'm going to continue travelling with you, you'd better take me back home so I can pick up some clothes and things," she said as he ground his hardening erection against her heat.
"Good thinking Miss Jones," he answered as he slid a hand between their bodies and found her nub.
"Ah!" She sighed softly in pleasure, her sigh becoming a moan as he sheathed himself insider her again.
"You don't want to go right now, do you?" he asked between placing kisses on her throat and face.
"Not right this very minute," she gasped between his thrusts. His fingers continued their expert touches as his movements became more determined, and soon the room was filled with the sound of their moans and cries as they came together again.
* * * * * *
The Lazarus Experiment tag
The Doctor carried Martha's bag into the TARDIS, his Companion close behind, still looking gorgeous in her purple dress. He waited until she was through the door, then dropped her bag and turning, pushed her back against the door. He began kissing her hungrily, his hands sliding down her back to push her lower body against his. She felt his erection pressing against her and she reached down to unzip his trousers, pulling him free of the tight material. She lifted her leg and he immediately picked her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist and he reached up under her dress to remove her knickers, tearing them free. He thrust up into her wet heat, and they both gasped as he filled her.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said, panting as he began to thrust. "Thought Lazarus had killed you."
"I told you, you don't get rid of me that easily," she answered, gasping as he began to push her to the brink. She'd been wanting this since they'd been trapped in Lazarus' capsule together, and if the Lazarus monster hadn't been outside the door waiting for them, Martha would have done it there and then.
It didn't take Martha long to come and the Doctor was close behind - he'd wanted her too when they were trapped in that machine.
He lowered her back to the floor, holding her up as her shaky legs threatened to give way. "Bed?" he asked.
"Bed," she agreed, knowing their second time would be slower but no less fulfilling.
* * * * * *
42 tag
Martha slept restlessly, her dreams full of falling into fire and a loved voice insisting she burn with him. The Doctor was in the Control Room, checking the TARDIS' systems hadn't been damaged by the heat on board the SS Pentallian, when his ship alerted him to the fact that his Companion was having a nightmare. He hurried to her room and found her thrashing about in the bed, crying out to him, so he woke her quickly and she clung to him, sobbing with relief when she realised it had just been a dream.
Once her sobs subsided he got off the bed and undressed, then climbed into the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms. "Let me give you some pleasant images to dream about," he said and put a hand to her temple.
"OK." She closed her eyes and found they were lying on a beach somewhere, sheltered by palm trees.
I'm going to ravish you now, Miss Jones, the Doctor said with a wicked grin.
She grinned up at him as he leant over her. Ravish away, Doctor.
So he did.
* * * * * *
Human Nature missing scene
Martha lay on her bed in her room in the TARDIS, weeping into her pillow. The one thing they hadn't considered a possibility had happened: the Doctor's human persona had fallen in love, and John Smith had fallen in love with someone else. She wept with anger that it hadn't occurred to them that this might happen and she wept in fear of what it would mean for their relationship once he became the Doctor again.
The TARDIS' hum took on a low, soothing note, caressing her mind and she rolled onto her back, scrubbing at her face with the sleeve of her hateful uniform, then reached out and touched the wall of the ship. A peaceful feeling slowly ebbed through her mind and after a while she slept dreamlessly as the TARDIS did her best for her young friend and Companion.
* * * * * *
Family of Blood tag
The Doctor stepped inside the TARDIS after saying goodbye to Timothy. He'd sent Martha on ahead, knowing she was desperate to get out of her maid's uniform and take a proper bath. He ran a long-fingered hand across the console, sent the ship into the Vortex, then went in search of his Companion and friend.
Martha was in her pyjamas, curled up in the middle of her bed, her back to the door, but the TARDIS indicated she wasn't asleep. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a finger down her arm, when she didn't twitch away from him, he took it as a good sign.
"Martha Jones, how am I going to make this up to you?" he asked softly. She turned her head, with a shrug, and he saw pain and misery in her eyes. He'd hurt her so much and he'd never intended that, never imagined that John Smith would fall in love with someone, especially someone who wasn't his lovely Martha Jones.
"May I?" he asked, determined not to take it for granted that she wanted him in her bed again, even if he hadn't shared Joan's.
"If you want," she answered dully.
"I do want," he said, "but if you don't, if you want some time on your own - "
"I've just had three months on my own, apart from your ship," she interrupted crossly.
He nodded, then stood up and stripped down to his t-shirt and trousers. If she wanted him naked, he would let her finish undressing him. He slipped under the covers and spooned up to her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. He kissed the back of her neck softly.
"I'm sorry my love, I truly am," he whispered.
She turned her head, trying to look at his face and he loosened his grip so she could turn over properly. "What did you just say?" she asked.
He looked at her, puzzled. "I said I was sorry."
"You said - You called me - " She didn't seem to be able to finish the sentence.
"My love," he said. She nodded: he'd never called her that before. He kissed her forehead, then rested his forehead against hers. "Martha Jones, my dear, my love, my lover, my Companion, my best friend."
Her eyes filled with tears and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Say it again?" she asked.
So he did, repeatedly - making certain that she knew how much he loved her, wanted her, needed her. And he showed her too, because words weren't enough.
* * * * * *
Blink missing scene (1969)
They lay curled up together in their bed in their little flat. They were stranded in 1969, but somehow it didn't seem to matter that much. They had each other, and the Doctor knew who he was and how to get the TARDIS back.
Martha was working in a shop - more for something to do than because they needed the money. As soon as the Doctor had found out about their stay in 1969, he had loaded his coat pockets - which were bigger on the inside - with all sorts of items that could be easily pawned. Martha had giggled as she watched him sliding things into the depths of those apparently bottomless pockets, but she'd agreed it was a sensible thing to do.
So she worked in a jewellery shop by day and the Doctor spent his days building his Timey-Wimey thing, then they spent their evenings in front of the TV or in bed together. In their first days here the Doctor had told Martha that he missed her during the day almost as much as he missed his ship - and she had recognised that was a huge compliment. They would go to bed early, curl up together and talk for hours: he would tell her stories of Gallifrey and the stuffy Time Lords from whom he'd run away, and she would tell him about her childhood. Then they would make love slowly, savouring these moments together on the slow path.
* * * * * *
Sound of Drums missing scene
Martha went to shower and change, feeling the urge to wash away the despair that filled her at the thought of their situation. As she stepped from the shower, the Doctor was waiting there with a big towel which he wrapped around her, pulling her close.
"Are you OK?" he asked as he began to rub her dry.
"Feeling better than I did," she answered, which was true.
"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "I'd better let you get changed or Jack will be wondering where we've disappeared to." He bent his head and kissed the side of her neck, then the top of her shoulder, slowly peeling the towel from her body and following its path with kisses.
"Doctor!" Martha gasped as she felt her desire beginning to build.
The bathroom door opened behind them. "Oh!"
The Doctor lifted his head from Martha's breast and looked up at Jack, noting his interest in the scene he'd stumbled upon. He looked from Jack to Martha and saw she had noticed Jack's reaction. He whispered in her ear, "Threesome?" and felt her shiver of pleasure.
"Bedroom's next door," he told Jack. "Join us when you're ready."
Jack's eyes widened even further and his cock stiffened more. "Be right there," he answered in a husky voice, desire coursing through his body.
* * * * * *
The Last of the Time Lords tag scene
In the Doctor's room, Jack lay on one side of Martha, the Time Lord on the other as they contemplated what had happened in the last few hours: Martha's triumphant return from walking the world, the Doctor's restoration to his more usual form, and Jack's freedom from his chains and perpetual, agonising deaths at the hands of the Master and his men.
"I'm very sorry you had to go through all that," the Doctor told them both. "If you feel that you've had enough now, I'll understand. No one should have to experience what you two have been through this past year."
Martha turned onto her side and put her head on the Time Lord's shoulder. "I keep telling you that you don't get rid of me that easily," she said. She felt Jack shifting behind her, then his chest was against her back and his arms snaking around her middle.
"You flew all the way to the end of the Universe to get away from me, and it didn't work," he said quietly. "Where do you think you can go to escape me?"
The Doctor turned onto his side and slid his right arm under Martha to pull her close, then reached his left arm over her to pull Jack closer so that Martha was sandwiched between them. "I don't want to get rid of either of you. I just thought I should give you the option of leaving."
Martha began a slow wiggle between them, pressing back against Jack, then pressing forward against the Doctor. "I've had a year to think about what I was going to do with the two of you once we were reunited," she said. "Would you two mind making my fantasies come true?"
Jack chuckled. "Is that what kept you going?" he asked. "Imagining us two in bed with you?"
"Sometimes it was *all* I had to look forward to," she answered soberly. The two men immediately wrapped their arms around her and began touching and caressing her: four hands roaming across her taut muscles and lean limbs.
"You've lost weight," the Doctor observed as he pulled back and began to kiss a path down her body. "I miss your curves."
"You looked very sexy in that commando outfit," Jack commented as he pulled back and began to kiss the back of her neck and the side of her face.
Martha rolled onto her back to give them both better access. "I always knew you were kinky," she told Jack. She looked down at the Doctor who had paused to swirl his tongue around her navel. "You'll have to feed me up, if you want my curves back."
"I look forward to it," the Time Lord answered, then he gently parted her thighs and slid his tongue inside her.
Martha moaned softly. God but she'd missed this!
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha, Ten/Martha/Jack, TARDIS
Rating: U - NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: These are some more "Drabbles" I've written for the lifeonmartha 1000 Drabbles of Awesome Tag game. Basically it's a series of connected Season 3 "tags" and missing scenes. I've retconned all the bits of S3 where Ten is portrayed as ignoring Martha, because I've simply had enough of pandering to RTD's version of the Tenth Doctor.
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The Shakespeare Code tag
Martha lay curled asleep in the middle of the Doctor's bed, worn out by their adventure with Shakespeare and the Carrionites. The Doctor watched her from a nearby chair, still contemplating the fact that this young woman was fearless enough to try to take on a Carrionite by herself. Not only that, but she'd bravely given him her last breath on the Moon, clearly believing that he could stop the MRI from destroying half the Earth.
He rubbed at his eyes, then yawned, actually feeling weary himself for once. He pulled off his shoes, tie and jacket, then stretched out on the edge of his bed, taking care not to disturb Martha.
When he woke a few hours later, she was curled into his body, her head on his shoulder, one arm across his chest. He smiled, then closed his eyes again, feeling comforted to have her there.
* * * * * *
Gridlock tag
The Doctor led Martha down a corridor, her small hand clasped tightly in his. He felt as if she'd thrown him a lifeline back in that dingy alley and at the moment he wasn't willing to let go of her. The least he could do for her now was to ensure her well being.
"Here you are," he said, finally stopping outside a pale blue door, which he opened with a gesture for Martha to precede him into the room. Inside was a comfortably sized room, decorated in shades of red that matched Martha's leather jacket, and a deep yellow that bordered on gold. The carpet was thick and soft, the lighting subdued, and the temperature pleasantly warm after the cold damp of the alley.
"There's a bathroom through that door," the Doctor told her, pointing it out. "Get yourself freshened up and get some rest."
"This is beautiful, thank you."
He noted that she sounded genuinely delighted and smiled, pleased. "Don't thank me, thank the TARDIS," he answered.
"Thank you," she said softly, patting the nearest wall, then grinning when the ship hummed back at her. She turned back to him and took his hands in hers. "I want to thank you, though, for letting me travel with you."
"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Jones," he answered carrying her hand to his lips and brushing a kiss across her knuckles. "I'll see you later."
* * * * * *
Daleks in Manhattan missing scene
The Doctor did his best to tune out Tallulah as they made their way through the sewers in search of Martha Jones. He was cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on her; he should have trusted his instincts and kept her at his side, although he knew she would hate that; but to lose her now, after all they had been through together. He hastily shoved that thought aside: he was not going to lose another Companion, he was not!
But when he saw the Dalek pass, he felt a stab of agony in his hearts: what were they doing here? If they were responsible for Martha's disappearance, if they hurt a single hair of her head, then they would have cause to know the true meaning of his title of The Oncoming Storm.
* * * * * *
Evolution of the Daleks tag
As soon as the TARDIS was away from New York the Doctor turned to Martha and wrapped her in a tight hug. She immediately wrapped her arms around him in return.
"I thought I'd lost you," he murmured.
"You don't get rid of me that easily," she answered. She could feel the tension in his spare frame and tightened her hold further.
After a few more minutes, he pulled back a little and looked down into her dark eyes. "Martha Jones, you were fantastic." He dipped his head and kissed her. She sighed softly and returned his kiss with no less fervour.
When they broke apart for air, he bent and picked her up, causing her to squeak with surprise. He carried her to her room and laid her gently on her bed, then sat down beside her.
"Martha Jones, would you consider having a weary, bitter, old Time Lord for a companion?"
She knelt up on the bed and slid her arms around his neck. "I will, Mr Smith," she answered, then began to kiss him thoroughly.
* * * * * *
The Lazarus Experiment missing scene
Martha stretched languorously beside the Doctor, smiling at the memory of pleasure given and received.
"You look like the cat that got the cream," the Time Lord observed, smiling at her.
She rolled onto her side and began to slide a foot up and down his bare leg. "Your own smile has a touch of Cheshire Cat about it," she replied, her grin widening as she saw his desire growing again. She moved over onto her back again, one eyebrow raised as she grinned at him and he immediately moved to cover her body with his, bending his head to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing his body down against hers by way of encouragement.
"If I'm going to continue travelling with you, you'd better take me back home so I can pick up some clothes and things," she said as he ground his hardening erection against her heat.
"Good thinking Miss Jones," he answered as he slid a hand between their bodies and found her nub.
"Ah!" She sighed softly in pleasure, her sigh becoming a moan as he sheathed himself insider her again.
"You don't want to go right now, do you?" he asked between placing kisses on her throat and face.
"Not right this very minute," she gasped between his thrusts. His fingers continued their expert touches as his movements became more determined, and soon the room was filled with the sound of their moans and cries as they came together again.
* * * * * *
The Lazarus Experiment tag
The Doctor carried Martha's bag into the TARDIS, his Companion close behind, still looking gorgeous in her purple dress. He waited until she was through the door, then dropped her bag and turning, pushed her back against the door. He began kissing her hungrily, his hands sliding down her back to push her lower body against his. She felt his erection pressing against her and she reached down to unzip his trousers, pulling him free of the tight material. She lifted her leg and he immediately picked her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist and he reached up under her dress to remove her knickers, tearing them free. He thrust up into her wet heat, and they both gasped as he filled her.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said, panting as he began to thrust. "Thought Lazarus had killed you."
"I told you, you don't get rid of me that easily," she answered, gasping as he began to push her to the brink. She'd been wanting this since they'd been trapped in Lazarus' capsule together, and if the Lazarus monster hadn't been outside the door waiting for them, Martha would have done it there and then.
It didn't take Martha long to come and the Doctor was close behind - he'd wanted her too when they were trapped in that machine.
He lowered her back to the floor, holding her up as her shaky legs threatened to give way. "Bed?" he asked.
"Bed," she agreed, knowing their second time would be slower but no less fulfilling.
* * * * * *
42 tag
Martha slept restlessly, her dreams full of falling into fire and a loved voice insisting she burn with him. The Doctor was in the Control Room, checking the TARDIS' systems hadn't been damaged by the heat on board the SS Pentallian, when his ship alerted him to the fact that his Companion was having a nightmare. He hurried to her room and found her thrashing about in the bed, crying out to him, so he woke her quickly and she clung to him, sobbing with relief when she realised it had just been a dream.
Once her sobs subsided he got off the bed and undressed, then climbed into the bed beside her. He pulled her into his arms. "Let me give you some pleasant images to dream about," he said and put a hand to her temple.
"OK." She closed her eyes and found they were lying on a beach somewhere, sheltered by palm trees.
I'm going to ravish you now, Miss Jones, the Doctor said with a wicked grin.
She grinned up at him as he leant over her. Ravish away, Doctor.
So he did.
* * * * * *
Human Nature missing scene
Martha lay on her bed in her room in the TARDIS, weeping into her pillow. The one thing they hadn't considered a possibility had happened: the Doctor's human persona had fallen in love, and John Smith had fallen in love with someone else. She wept with anger that it hadn't occurred to them that this might happen and she wept in fear of what it would mean for their relationship once he became the Doctor again.
The TARDIS' hum took on a low, soothing note, caressing her mind and she rolled onto her back, scrubbing at her face with the sleeve of her hateful uniform, then reached out and touched the wall of the ship. A peaceful feeling slowly ebbed through her mind and after a while she slept dreamlessly as the TARDIS did her best for her young friend and Companion.
* * * * * *
Family of Blood tag
The Doctor stepped inside the TARDIS after saying goodbye to Timothy. He'd sent Martha on ahead, knowing she was desperate to get out of her maid's uniform and take a proper bath. He ran a long-fingered hand across the console, sent the ship into the Vortex, then went in search of his Companion and friend.
Martha was in her pyjamas, curled up in the middle of her bed, her back to the door, but the TARDIS indicated she wasn't asleep. He sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a finger down her arm, when she didn't twitch away from him, he took it as a good sign.
"Martha Jones, how am I going to make this up to you?" he asked softly. She turned her head, with a shrug, and he saw pain and misery in her eyes. He'd hurt her so much and he'd never intended that, never imagined that John Smith would fall in love with someone, especially someone who wasn't his lovely Martha Jones.
"May I?" he asked, determined not to take it for granted that she wanted him in her bed again, even if he hadn't shared Joan's.
"If you want," she answered dully.
"I do want," he said, "but if you don't, if you want some time on your own - "
"I've just had three months on my own, apart from your ship," she interrupted crossly.
He nodded, then stood up and stripped down to his t-shirt and trousers. If she wanted him naked, he would let her finish undressing him. He slipped under the covers and spooned up to her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. He kissed the back of her neck softly.
"I'm sorry my love, I truly am," he whispered.
She turned her head, trying to look at his face and he loosened his grip so she could turn over properly. "What did you just say?" she asked.
He looked at her, puzzled. "I said I was sorry."
"You said - You called me - " She didn't seem to be able to finish the sentence.
"My love," he said. She nodded: he'd never called her that before. He kissed her forehead, then rested his forehead against hers. "Martha Jones, my dear, my love, my lover, my Companion, my best friend."
Her eyes filled with tears and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Say it again?" she asked.
So he did, repeatedly - making certain that she knew how much he loved her, wanted her, needed her. And he showed her too, because words weren't enough.
* * * * * *
Blink missing scene (1969)
They lay curled up together in their bed in their little flat. They were stranded in 1969, but somehow it didn't seem to matter that much. They had each other, and the Doctor knew who he was and how to get the TARDIS back.
Martha was working in a shop - more for something to do than because they needed the money. As soon as the Doctor had found out about their stay in 1969, he had loaded his coat pockets - which were bigger on the inside - with all sorts of items that could be easily pawned. Martha had giggled as she watched him sliding things into the depths of those apparently bottomless pockets, but she'd agreed it was a sensible thing to do.
So she worked in a jewellery shop by day and the Doctor spent his days building his Timey-Wimey thing, then they spent their evenings in front of the TV or in bed together. In their first days here the Doctor had told Martha that he missed her during the day almost as much as he missed his ship - and she had recognised that was a huge compliment. They would go to bed early, curl up together and talk for hours: he would tell her stories of Gallifrey and the stuffy Time Lords from whom he'd run away, and she would tell him about her childhood. Then they would make love slowly, savouring these moments together on the slow path.
* * * * * *
Sound of Drums missing scene
Martha went to shower and change, feeling the urge to wash away the despair that filled her at the thought of their situation. As she stepped from the shower, the Doctor was waiting there with a big towel which he wrapped around her, pulling her close.
"Are you OK?" he asked as he began to rub her dry.
"Feeling better than I did," she answered, which was true.
"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "I'd better let you get changed or Jack will be wondering where we've disappeared to." He bent his head and kissed the side of her neck, then the top of her shoulder, slowly peeling the towel from her body and following its path with kisses.
"Doctor!" Martha gasped as she felt her desire beginning to build.
The bathroom door opened behind them. "Oh!"
The Doctor lifted his head from Martha's breast and looked up at Jack, noting his interest in the scene he'd stumbled upon. He looked from Jack to Martha and saw she had noticed Jack's reaction. He whispered in her ear, "Threesome?" and felt her shiver of pleasure.
"Bedroom's next door," he told Jack. "Join us when you're ready."
Jack's eyes widened even further and his cock stiffened more. "Be right there," he answered in a husky voice, desire coursing through his body.
* * * * * *
The Last of the Time Lords tag scene
In the Doctor's room, Jack lay on one side of Martha, the Time Lord on the other as they contemplated what had happened in the last few hours: Martha's triumphant return from walking the world, the Doctor's restoration to his more usual form, and Jack's freedom from his chains and perpetual, agonising deaths at the hands of the Master and his men.
"I'm very sorry you had to go through all that," the Doctor told them both. "If you feel that you've had enough now, I'll understand. No one should have to experience what you two have been through this past year."
Martha turned onto her side and put her head on the Time Lord's shoulder. "I keep telling you that you don't get rid of me that easily," she said. She felt Jack shifting behind her, then his chest was against her back and his arms snaking around her middle.
"You flew all the way to the end of the Universe to get away from me, and it didn't work," he said quietly. "Where do you think you can go to escape me?"
The Doctor turned onto his side and slid his right arm under Martha to pull her close, then reached his left arm over her to pull Jack closer so that Martha was sandwiched between them. "I don't want to get rid of either of you. I just thought I should give you the option of leaving."
Martha began a slow wiggle between them, pressing back against Jack, then pressing forward against the Doctor. "I've had a year to think about what I was going to do with the two of you once we were reunited," she said. "Would you two mind making my fantasies come true?"
Jack chuckled. "Is that what kept you going?" he asked. "Imagining us two in bed with you?"
"Sometimes it was *all* I had to look forward to," she answered soberly. The two men immediately wrapped their arms around her and began touching and caressing her: four hands roaming across her taut muscles and lean limbs.
"You've lost weight," the Doctor observed as he pulled back and began to kiss a path down her body. "I miss your curves."
"You looked very sexy in that commando outfit," Jack commented as he pulled back and began to kiss the back of her neck and the side of her face.
Martha rolled onto her back to give them both better access. "I always knew you were kinky," she told Jack. She looked down at the Doctor who had paused to swirl his tongue around her navel. "You'll have to feed me up, if you want my curves back."
"I look forward to it," the Time Lord answered, then he gently parted her thighs and slid his tongue inside her.
Martha moaned softly. God but she'd missed this!