Music
Title: Music
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha continue to celebrate the Doctor's birthday.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This fic is a birthday present for domsbabygrl who asked for "Ten/Martha going to the theatre to see The Phantom of the Opera" and wanted it to be "fluffy/pr0n-ish." Happy birthday !!
This is the second sequel to "Broken" and follows on from Age is Just a Number.
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Jack had regretfully left the Doctor and Martha to get ready for their trip to the theatre whilst he headed back to Cardiff.
"Wish I'd told them I wouldn't be back until tomorrow," he said as he pulled his braces up onto his shoulders.
"Well maybe we'll come and see you again before we leave Earth?" Martha said, looking from Jack to the Doctor.
"Barring trouble," the Time Lord agreed. "I don't see why not."
"Martha Jones, you're a star!" Jack exclaimed. "Keep having good ideas like that, will you?"
She giggled, then half-saluted. "Yes sir." She giggled again when Jack pulled her into a hug, sliding his hands down onto her bottom.
"You've got such a nice bum," he murmured before kissing her.
She pulled away reluctantly. "If you don't get a move on soon, you won't be back by eight," she said.
"I know." He held out his arms to the Doctor, who stepped into his embrace. Martha watched as Jack gave the Time Lord the same farewell fondle and kiss that she'd been given: that was the thing she loved most about Jack, he was happy to share with everyone.
"See you soon then," he said, giving them both a salute before heading out of the door.
"So Mr Smith, we've got a couple of hours before we have to be at the theatre, what do you want to do?" Martha asked, wrapping her arms around the Doctor.
"Oh I'm sure I'll think of something," he answered, grinning down at her upturned face.
Ninety minutes later, they got dressed after a very lengthy bath that didn't involve an awful lot of actual bathing.
"Ready, Doctor Jones?" The Time Lord offered his arm to his Companion.
"Ready Mr Smith," she answered, sliding her arm through his and letting him lead her back out into the bustling street.
As they headed towards the theatre, Martha commented, "It's ages since I've been to see a show. I never had time when I was studying."
"Oi! Ages indeed, I took you to see Shakespeare!" he protested.
"Well that was over 300 years ago," she retorted, laughing.
"Oh you!" He said as he started laughing too. "You're completely incorrigible." She stuck her tongue out at him and he stopped to kiss her. "If you're going to stick that out at me," he murmured once he let her breathe again, "you really can't expect me not to react."
"If you're going to react like that, I'll keep doing it," she answered.
"I was right, you're incorrigible." He let her go again, knowing if he didn't, he'd do more than kiss her.
They managed to reach the theatre without further incident and got a programme before they took their seats.
"It was nice of Jack to get us these tickets," Martha commented as she looked at the programme.
"Yes it was." The Doctor slid his arm around Martha's shoulders, pulling her closer so that he could read the programme too.
They remained snuggled up together when the music started, Martha's head resting against the Doctor's shoulder. When Christine sang Think of all the things
we've shared and seen, Martha looked up into the Doctor's face and found him looking back at her: he dipped his head to kiss her, releasing her reluctantly.
After the show, they walked back to the TARDIS slowly, arms wrapped around each other: the Doctor was humming under his breath.
"You liked that song, then?" Martha asked as she unlocked the TARDIS door.
"Some of it," he answered. "I did you know."
"Did what?" she asked, perplexed.
"Think of you fondly, when you said goodbye." He smiled as he pulled away from her, then clasped her hands and began to dance, humming the tune again. A moment later, the song began to play through the Control Room and Martha laughed breathlessly as the Doctor span her around, guiding her around the console. He guided them out of the Control Room, span Martha around again, then picked her up and carried her to their room.
The Doctor set Martha down on her feet, then pulled her into a hungry kiss. He reached around her to unzip the pale blue dress she was wearing, easing it from her body as he continued to kiss her. She then helped him out of his jacket and shirt, before stepping out of her shoes. She pushed the Doctor back towards their bed and he sat down when his calves hit the edge of the bed: Martha got his shoes and socks off, before he helped her out of her bra.
"Martha Jones, you are so beautiful," he whispered, pulling her down onto his lap, then sliding his hands down her back.
"You're not that bad looking yourself Mr Smith," she answered hitching herself forward to press against his growing arousal.
He put his left arm around her waist, then eased his right hand inside her knickers, his long fingers seeking her core. He found her as ready for him as he was for her, and he fell back onto the bed, then rolled them over so that he could get her knickers off. He quickly stripped off his trousers before climbing back onto the bed.
Martha slid her feet up the bed, bending her knees and opening herself up to him. "Amzi," she whispered as he sank into her, then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling his body tight against hers.
"Vida," he answered, bending his head to kiss her.
Ever since the Doctor's recovery from their ill-starred trip to Meta Sigmafolio, they had begun to use the names that Alaunus had inadvertently bestowed on them, particularly during their love-making: Martha much preferred to call out 'Amzi' rather than 'Doctor' in the throes of passion.
They made love with passion and tenderness, giving and receiving pleasure equally: they reached orgasm almost simultaneously, which Martha always felt was somehow a symbol of their growing familiarity with each other's responses. She knew the Doctor didn't mind if she came first, and sometimes he would hold himself back until she had come several times, wanting to ensure she got as much pleasure as he could give her from their encounter. Sometimes, though, she insisted on waiting until he had come first, but she liked it best when they came together.
"Now that's definitely a good way to spend a birthday," he told her, as he moved to lie beside her, their legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other.
"So next year, you're not going to pull a 'grumpy old man' on me, if I arrange something similar," she asked.
"I promise."
"Good," she answered sleepily.
He kissed the tip of her nose. "We'll go and see Jack tomorrow, shall we?"
"OK."
The Doctor smiled fondly as she slipped into sleep, but it wasn't long before he slept too.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: The Doctor and Martha continue to celebrate the Doctor's birthday.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This fic is a birthday present for domsbabygrl who asked for "Ten/Martha going to the theatre to see The Phantom of the Opera" and wanted it to be "fluffy/pr0n-ish." Happy birthday !!
This is the second sequel to "Broken" and follows on from Age is Just a Number.
~~~~~~
Jack had regretfully left the Doctor and Martha to get ready for their trip to the theatre whilst he headed back to Cardiff.
"Wish I'd told them I wouldn't be back until tomorrow," he said as he pulled his braces up onto his shoulders.
"Well maybe we'll come and see you again before we leave Earth?" Martha said, looking from Jack to the Doctor.
"Barring trouble," the Time Lord agreed. "I don't see why not."
"Martha Jones, you're a star!" Jack exclaimed. "Keep having good ideas like that, will you?"
She giggled, then half-saluted. "Yes sir." She giggled again when Jack pulled her into a hug, sliding his hands down onto her bottom.
"You've got such a nice bum," he murmured before kissing her.
She pulled away reluctantly. "If you don't get a move on soon, you won't be back by eight," she said.
"I know." He held out his arms to the Doctor, who stepped into his embrace. Martha watched as Jack gave the Time Lord the same farewell fondle and kiss that she'd been given: that was the thing she loved most about Jack, he was happy to share with everyone.
"See you soon then," he said, giving them both a salute before heading out of the door.
"So Mr Smith, we've got a couple of hours before we have to be at the theatre, what do you want to do?" Martha asked, wrapping her arms around the Doctor.
"Oh I'm sure I'll think of something," he answered, grinning down at her upturned face.
Ninety minutes later, they got dressed after a very lengthy bath that didn't involve an awful lot of actual bathing.
"Ready, Doctor Jones?" The Time Lord offered his arm to his Companion.
"Ready Mr Smith," she answered, sliding her arm through his and letting him lead her back out into the bustling street.
As they headed towards the theatre, Martha commented, "It's ages since I've been to see a show. I never had time when I was studying."
"Oi! Ages indeed, I took you to see Shakespeare!" he protested.
"Well that was over 300 years ago," she retorted, laughing.
"Oh you!" He said as he started laughing too. "You're completely incorrigible." She stuck her tongue out at him and he stopped to kiss her. "If you're going to stick that out at me," he murmured once he let her breathe again, "you really can't expect me not to react."
"If you're going to react like that, I'll keep doing it," she answered.
"I was right, you're incorrigible." He let her go again, knowing if he didn't, he'd do more than kiss her.
They managed to reach the theatre without further incident and got a programme before they took their seats.
"It was nice of Jack to get us these tickets," Martha commented as she looked at the programme.
"Yes it was." The Doctor slid his arm around Martha's shoulders, pulling her closer so that he could read the programme too.
They remained snuggled up together when the music started, Martha's head resting against the Doctor's shoulder. When Christine sang Think of all the things
we've shared and seen, Martha looked up into the Doctor's face and found him looking back at her: he dipped his head to kiss her, releasing her reluctantly.
After the show, they walked back to the TARDIS slowly, arms wrapped around each other: the Doctor was humming under his breath.
"You liked that song, then?" Martha asked as she unlocked the TARDIS door.
"Some of it," he answered. "I did you know."
"Did what?" she asked, perplexed.
"Think of you fondly, when you said goodbye." He smiled as he pulled away from her, then clasped her hands and began to dance, humming the tune again. A moment later, the song began to play through the Control Room and Martha laughed breathlessly as the Doctor span her around, guiding her around the console. He guided them out of the Control Room, span Martha around again, then picked her up and carried her to their room.
The Doctor set Martha down on her feet, then pulled her into a hungry kiss. He reached around her to unzip the pale blue dress she was wearing, easing it from her body as he continued to kiss her. She then helped him out of his jacket and shirt, before stepping out of her shoes. She pushed the Doctor back towards their bed and he sat down when his calves hit the edge of the bed: Martha got his shoes and socks off, before he helped her out of her bra.
"Martha Jones, you are so beautiful," he whispered, pulling her down onto his lap, then sliding his hands down her back.
"You're not that bad looking yourself Mr Smith," she answered hitching herself forward to press against his growing arousal.
He put his left arm around her waist, then eased his right hand inside her knickers, his long fingers seeking her core. He found her as ready for him as he was for her, and he fell back onto the bed, then rolled them over so that he could get her knickers off. He quickly stripped off his trousers before climbing back onto the bed.
Martha slid her feet up the bed, bending her knees and opening herself up to him. "Amzi," she whispered as he sank into her, then she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling his body tight against hers.
"Vida," he answered, bending his head to kiss her.
Ever since the Doctor's recovery from their ill-starred trip to Meta Sigmafolio, they had begun to use the names that Alaunus had inadvertently bestowed on them, particularly during their love-making: Martha much preferred to call out 'Amzi' rather than 'Doctor' in the throes of passion.
They made love with passion and tenderness, giving and receiving pleasure equally: they reached orgasm almost simultaneously, which Martha always felt was somehow a symbol of their growing familiarity with each other's responses. She knew the Doctor didn't mind if she came first, and sometimes he would hold himself back until she had come several times, wanting to ensure she got as much pleasure as he could give her from their encounter. Sometimes, though, she insisted on waiting until he had come first, but she liked it best when they came together.
"Now that's definitely a good way to spend a birthday," he told her, as he moved to lie beside her, their legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other.
"So next year, you're not going to pull a 'grumpy old man' on me, if I arrange something similar," she asked.
"I promise."
"Good," she answered sleepily.
He kissed the tip of her nose. "We'll go and see Jack tomorrow, shall we?"
"OK."
The Doctor smiled fondly as she slipped into sleep, but it wasn't long before he slept too.