Martha Makes Her Move / Recollections
Title: Martha Makes Her Move / Recollections
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: John Smith/Martha, Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Human Nature/The Family of Blood
Summary: Who's taking advantage of whom?
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: I wrote both of these stories for the "Porn Battle" the smith_n_jones Comm is currently running. The prompts were Ten/Martha - What if the Doctor wouldn't remember his time as John Smith - would Martha make her move and (for "Recollections") Ten/Martha - In the Wardrobe Room - when the plot bunny bit me, he bit me for both so you've got two short stories together.
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Martha Makes Her Move
Martha Jones was counting the days left until she could get out of her maid's uniform and back to the TARDIS. It was still too many she decided as she knocked on the Doctor's study door and went inside with his breakfast tray. She turned and locked the door behind her as usual; he tended not to get dressed until after he'd eaten and although this was a boys' school, and he was not the Doctor but John Smith, she still protected his dignity.
"Good morning, Mr Smith." She greeted him without looking at him, too intent on getting the heavy breakfast tray to the desk without dropping it.
"Good morning Martha." He got up from the bed and moved towards her to pick up his dressing gown from the back of the chair, but was stopped in his tracks by the look of surprise on Martha's face as she glanced over at him. Despite her dark skin, he could see her face flushing with embarrassment. He followed the downward direction of her gaze and discovered that it was perfectly obvious he was aroused. He felt his own face flushing with embarrassment as he remembered that he'd been having another of his adventure dreams and Martha had been in it as his Companion.
He snatched up his dressing gown and pulled it on hastily, tying it tight and hoping that it would hide the fact that he was growing more aroused in the face of her obviously interested scrutiny. He kept his back turned, hoping she would realise he needed some time alone and leave.
Martha's thoughts were racing. She knew about the Doctor's, no John Smith's dreams - he'd described them to her in detail and she'd been fascinated by how much he recalled of his life as the Doctor despite being human. She also knew that the Doctor didn't see her as anything other than a Companion - he might hug her occasionally and kiss her (once), but that was it. John Smith, on the other hand had an obvious affection for her, although he hid it from others knowing it would be unacceptable.
And now here he was, obviously aroused. She knew that the Doctor had told her he would remember little of his time as John Smith - his memories would be like dream fragments. So should she make a move? Would she just end up despising herself afterwards? She decided it was worth the risk. She looked at his tense back, his arms clasped tightly behind him and knew that he was waiting for her to leave so he could relieve his arousal. She walked over to him and put her hand on his arm.
"Mr Smith."
He started and looked round at her, his jaw clenched and a look of desperation on his face.
"Let me help you," she said quietly. He opened his mouth and she guessed he was going to refuse, despite the spark of hope and desire in his eyes at her offer. "Shh." She reached up and pulled off her cap, shaking her hair free, and guided him to the bed. She pulled the dressing gown undone, then pushed him to sit down.
"Martha, I - "
She put her finger to his lips, then pulled it away again, straightened up and stripped. He was gazing at her in mute astonishment, but she saw the flare of lust in his eyes as she removed her bra and knickers.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure," he confessed with a half smile. He got up and pulled off the dressing gown then, after a small hesitation, the pyjamas.
Martha smiled. He really has got the most gorgeous body, she thought as he stood watching her, naked and very hard. Since she knew they hadn't got much time and they were both ready, she gestured for him to sit down again, then climbed into his lap. With some small adjustments from them both, his erection was soon inside her. She winced a little at his size, but she was glad to have him inside her at last - she'd wanted this for so long. She sank down onto his length, then pulled herself back up to the point where he almost slipped out of her again, before sinking back down. He wrapped his arms around her, then lay back, changing the angle of penetration to a better one. She gasped a little as he began to thrust into her and she knew that this first time they weren't going to last long.
John Smith was rather amazed that his maid was so forward but he was glad because being with her was good, better than good, fantastic - and she was so gorgeous. He could hardly believe that such a beautiful young woman wanted him in this way. As they came together, trying to muffle their cries, he wondered if she would want to do this again, but knew he'd never dare to ask her. But the way she kissed him before she dressed herself was encouraging. Very encouraging.
Recollections
Martha and the Doctor were in the TARDIS Wardrobe room. Privately she thought that "room" was a vast understatement for a space that covered four floors and boasted its own spiral staircases, but she refrained from saying so.
They'd only been back from 1913 Farringham for a few days and Martha was still adjusting to life back on board the TARDIS and the fact that she no longer had to cook, clean and scrub floors. Her hands were still rough, but the Doctor had given her a pleasantly scented salve that was doing a good job of soothing her calluses and chapped skin.
Currently he was rooting through a long rack of clothes trying to find a particular coat for her to wear whilst they were hiking in the mountains of Venuvius. Martha was sitting on a steamer trunk, half listening to his rambling commentary on the clothes he was sorting through.
She heard him utter a soft exclamation, then there was silence. She glanced up to find him holding her maid's uniform. She looked down again quickly, blushing, as she remembered their last few days in Farringham. She still felt some guilt about taking advantage of him as John Smith, but it wasn't as if he hadn't reciprocated in full.
There was a rustle of cloth and Martha sighed in relief, assuming he'd put the uniform back and gone on with his search until she saw his burgundy shoes enter her field of vision. Looking up she found him still holding the uniform and giving her a quizzical look. She gulped.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Martha Jones, and it's not often that I am wrong, but isn't this your uniform from Farringham?"
He'd told her that he wouldn't be able to remember their time in 1913; she'd had to explain to him what had happened once he'd turned back into the Doctor, but she'd kept quiet about their extracurricular activities.
She nodded mutely, not daring to trust her voice, and hoped he was going to put it back.
"That's what I thought. It's very strange," he said, looking between her lowered eyes and the uniform, "but I have a very strong memory of you stripping off this uniform before making love to me very enthusiastically. Why is that, do you think?"
She gulped. "I don't know," she lied, thankful that her voice was reasonably steady even as her heart was racing.
"You know, I don't think I believe you," he said softly as he bent towards her.
She looked up, intending to fob him off, and found his face close to hers. She gasped. There was a look in his eyes that she'd only ever seen in John Smith's before. A look of desire.
Before she could speak his mouth descended on hers and he was kissing her fiercely, pulling her up from the trunk and closer to him. He ground his body against hers and she felt his arousal. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled away.
"Was it good, fucking me?" he asked, voice low and husky.
"Yes."
"Does it make you horny, recollecting?"
"Yes." Her answer was a ragged moan as he continued to grind against her, his hands on her bum pressing her closer to him. She was growing wet with arousal and wondered if he was going to punish her for taking advantage of him by leaving her unsatisfied.
"Do you want to do it again?"
"Yes. Please." She couldn't help begging and she nearly sobbed with relief when he pulled her jeans and knickers off in one go, though she had no idea how. He pushed two fingers into her and she cried out at his urgent thrusts into her core.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"You. Please, please, you."
He dragged his fingers out of her, the friction making her come. He caught her as her legs gave way and lowered her, more gently than she'd expected, onto the metal grating. As she lay looking up at him standing over her, she could see his hard length pressing against his trousers and sighed with anticipation as he pulled them off.
"Spread your legs."
She looked up at him in surprise, but did as he said. Then, feeling incredibly wanton, she spread her folds open, showing him just how ready she was for him. He gave a satisfied sigh, then knelt between her legs. He lowered his body over hers, then slipped into her. Martha moaned, then wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. He bent his head and kissed her hard as he began to thrust into her, revelling in the sensation of her hot core swallowing up his cool length.
They came together with cries and moans, making all the noise they hadn't been able to make before. The Doctor rolled them over so that he was on his back and Martha was on top of him.
"You took advantage of me," he said.
She nodded, her eyes on his chest. Despite the fact that he'd just given her a fantastic shag, she was sure he was going to send her home.
"Thank you."
She looked at him then, shocked.
"I would never have dared to become your lover if you hadn't decided to take advantage."
"Does that mean we can do this again?" she asked hopefully.
He laughed. "Yes, Miss Insatiable Jones, we can do it again."
"Good." She squirmed a bit, noticing he was still half hard inside her. "Now?"
"Let's find somewhere more comfortable first, shall we?"
She nodded, pleased.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairing: John Smith/Martha, Tenth Doctor/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Human Nature/The Family of Blood
Summary: Who's taking advantage of whom?
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" - if they didn't, Martha wouldn't have been banished to Cardiff !
Author Notes: I wrote both of these stories for the "Porn Battle" the smith_n_jones Comm is currently running. The prompts were Ten/Martha - What if the Doctor wouldn't remember his time as John Smith - would Martha make her move and (for "Recollections") Ten/Martha - In the Wardrobe Room - when the plot bunny bit me, he bit me for both so you've got two short stories together.
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Martha Makes Her Move
Martha Jones was counting the days left until she could get out of her maid's uniform and back to the TARDIS. It was still too many she decided as she knocked on the Doctor's study door and went inside with his breakfast tray. She turned and locked the door behind her as usual; he tended not to get dressed until after he'd eaten and although this was a boys' school, and he was not the Doctor but John Smith, she still protected his dignity.
"Good morning, Mr Smith." She greeted him without looking at him, too intent on getting the heavy breakfast tray to the desk without dropping it.
"Good morning Martha." He got up from the bed and moved towards her to pick up his dressing gown from the back of the chair, but was stopped in his tracks by the look of surprise on Martha's face as she glanced over at him. Despite her dark skin, he could see her face flushing with embarrassment. He followed the downward direction of her gaze and discovered that it was perfectly obvious he was aroused. He felt his own face flushing with embarrassment as he remembered that he'd been having another of his adventure dreams and Martha had been in it as his Companion.
He snatched up his dressing gown and pulled it on hastily, tying it tight and hoping that it would hide the fact that he was growing more aroused in the face of her obviously interested scrutiny. He kept his back turned, hoping she would realise he needed some time alone and leave.
Martha's thoughts were racing. She knew about the Doctor's, no John Smith's dreams - he'd described them to her in detail and she'd been fascinated by how much he recalled of his life as the Doctor despite being human. She also knew that the Doctor didn't see her as anything other than a Companion - he might hug her occasionally and kiss her (once), but that was it. John Smith, on the other hand had an obvious affection for her, although he hid it from others knowing it would be unacceptable.
And now here he was, obviously aroused. She knew that the Doctor had told her he would remember little of his time as John Smith - his memories would be like dream fragments. So should she make a move? Would she just end up despising herself afterwards? She decided it was worth the risk. She looked at his tense back, his arms clasped tightly behind him and knew that he was waiting for her to leave so he could relieve his arousal. She walked over to him and put her hand on his arm.
"Mr Smith."
He started and looked round at her, his jaw clenched and a look of desperation on his face.
"Let me help you," she said quietly. He opened his mouth and she guessed he was going to refuse, despite the spark of hope and desire in his eyes at her offer. "Shh." She reached up and pulled off her cap, shaking her hair free, and guided him to the bed. She pulled the dressing gown undone, then pushed him to sit down.
"Martha, I - "
She put her finger to his lips, then pulled it away again, straightened up and stripped. He was gazing at her in mute astonishment, but she saw the flare of lust in his eyes as she removed her bra and knickers.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure," he confessed with a half smile. He got up and pulled off the dressing gown then, after a small hesitation, the pyjamas.
Martha smiled. He really has got the most gorgeous body, she thought as he stood watching her, naked and very hard. Since she knew they hadn't got much time and they were both ready, she gestured for him to sit down again, then climbed into his lap. With some small adjustments from them both, his erection was soon inside her. She winced a little at his size, but she was glad to have him inside her at last - she'd wanted this for so long. She sank down onto his length, then pulled herself back up to the point where he almost slipped out of her again, before sinking back down. He wrapped his arms around her, then lay back, changing the angle of penetration to a better one. She gasped a little as he began to thrust into her and she knew that this first time they weren't going to last long.
John Smith was rather amazed that his maid was so forward but he was glad because being with her was good, better than good, fantastic - and she was so gorgeous. He could hardly believe that such a beautiful young woman wanted him in this way. As they came together, trying to muffle their cries, he wondered if she would want to do this again, but knew he'd never dare to ask her. But the way she kissed him before she dressed herself was encouraging. Very encouraging.
Recollections
Martha and the Doctor were in the TARDIS Wardrobe room. Privately she thought that "room" was a vast understatement for a space that covered four floors and boasted its own spiral staircases, but she refrained from saying so.
They'd only been back from 1913 Farringham for a few days and Martha was still adjusting to life back on board the TARDIS and the fact that she no longer had to cook, clean and scrub floors. Her hands were still rough, but the Doctor had given her a pleasantly scented salve that was doing a good job of soothing her calluses and chapped skin.
Currently he was rooting through a long rack of clothes trying to find a particular coat for her to wear whilst they were hiking in the mountains of Venuvius. Martha was sitting on a steamer trunk, half listening to his rambling commentary on the clothes he was sorting through.
She heard him utter a soft exclamation, then there was silence. She glanced up to find him holding her maid's uniform. She looked down again quickly, blushing, as she remembered their last few days in Farringham. She still felt some guilt about taking advantage of him as John Smith, but it wasn't as if he hadn't reciprocated in full.
There was a rustle of cloth and Martha sighed in relief, assuming he'd put the uniform back and gone on with his search until she saw his burgundy shoes enter her field of vision. Looking up she found him still holding the uniform and giving her a quizzical look. She gulped.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Martha Jones, and it's not often that I am wrong, but isn't this your uniform from Farringham?"
He'd told her that he wouldn't be able to remember their time in 1913; she'd had to explain to him what had happened once he'd turned back into the Doctor, but she'd kept quiet about their extracurricular activities.
She nodded mutely, not daring to trust her voice, and hoped he was going to put it back.
"That's what I thought. It's very strange," he said, looking between her lowered eyes and the uniform, "but I have a very strong memory of you stripping off this uniform before making love to me very enthusiastically. Why is that, do you think?"
She gulped. "I don't know," she lied, thankful that her voice was reasonably steady even as her heart was racing.
"You know, I don't think I believe you," he said softly as he bent towards her.
She looked up, intending to fob him off, and found his face close to hers. She gasped. There was a look in his eyes that she'd only ever seen in John Smith's before. A look of desire.
Before she could speak his mouth descended on hers and he was kissing her fiercely, pulling her up from the trunk and closer to him. He ground his body against hers and she felt his arousal. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled away.
"Was it good, fucking me?" he asked, voice low and husky.
"Yes."
"Does it make you horny, recollecting?"
"Yes." Her answer was a ragged moan as he continued to grind against her, his hands on her bum pressing her closer to him. She was growing wet with arousal and wondered if he was going to punish her for taking advantage of him by leaving her unsatisfied.
"Do you want to do it again?"
"Yes. Please." She couldn't help begging and she nearly sobbed with relief when he pulled her jeans and knickers off in one go, though she had no idea how. He pushed two fingers into her and she cried out at his urgent thrusts into her core.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"You. Please, please, you."
He dragged his fingers out of her, the friction making her come. He caught her as her legs gave way and lowered her, more gently than she'd expected, onto the metal grating. As she lay looking up at him standing over her, she could see his hard length pressing against his trousers and sighed with anticipation as he pulled them off.
"Spread your legs."
She looked up at him in surprise, but did as he said. Then, feeling incredibly wanton, she spread her folds open, showing him just how ready she was for him. He gave a satisfied sigh, then knelt between her legs. He lowered his body over hers, then slipped into her. Martha moaned, then wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. He bent his head and kissed her hard as he began to thrust into her, revelling in the sensation of her hot core swallowing up his cool length.
They came together with cries and moans, making all the noise they hadn't been able to make before. The Doctor rolled them over so that he was on his back and Martha was on top of him.
"You took advantage of me," he said.
She nodded, her eyes on his chest. Despite the fact that he'd just given her a fantastic shag, she was sure he was going to send her home.
"Thank you."
She looked at him then, shocked.
"I would never have dared to become your lover if you hadn't decided to take advantage."
"Does that mean we can do this again?" she asked hopefully.
He laughed. "Yes, Miss Insatiable Jones, we can do it again."
"Good." She squirmed a bit, noticing he was still half hard inside her. "Now?"
"Let's find somewhere more comfortable first, shall we?"
She nodded, pleased.