Summer of Love
Title: Summer of Love
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Sarah Jane, Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink, Season 4
Summary: Martha makes a new friend in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This fic is a birthday present for my lovely Beta padawanpooh. The Martha/Sarah Jane ship has totally eaten my brain and after giving the 18 year old Sarah Jane a cameo in These Are the Days of Our Lives 2, I decided to write Martha meeting the young Sarah Jane in 1969 (in this fic Martha doesn't know that Sarah Jane will meet the Doctor in the future).
Beta: padawanpooh
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1969
Martha watched the young woman looking through the racks of clothes with a feeling of familiarity. The brunette reminded her strongly of herself on a shopping trip: impatient to find something she liked but not quite knowing what to choose. Martha had been watching her for ten minutes now and finally she decided it was time to offer her assistance.
"Can I help you?"
The young woman looked up, frustration written over her face. "I've got a job interview in a few days, I don't know what to get to wear."
"What's the job?" Martha asked.
"Journalist," she answered.
"Have you looked over here?" Martha guided her over to a range of trouser and skirt suits. "These look quite formal, but you could team them up with a bright top."
"Can I try them on?" she asked.
"Of course. We've got a couple of changing rooms, if you want to bring things over to the counter when you're ready." She got a nod in response, then went back to the counter. Her colleague Anne had just come back from her lunchbreak, eyes bright and grin wide, and Martha guessed that she'd been with her boyfriend. Martha had found herself the unwilling recipient of Anne's boastful stories about her boyfriend's prowess and insatiability when it came to sex, and hoped she wasn't in for another session of listening to Anne going on about Rick.
She closed her eyes at the recollection of a memory of the man in her own life: the Doctor sitting in his shirtsleeves, glasses on, as he pored over his temporal incursion detection device. He worked on the thing almost constantly and every evening she had to remind him to eat. When he did, he'd sit and stare mindlessly at the TV, looking for all the world like someone had switched off his higher brain functions.
To Martha's relief, before Anne could get started, the young brunette approached carrying two suits and a couple of tops.
"I'd like to try these on please."
"Of course." Martha led her over to the changing rooms and held aside a curtain for her. "I'll wait out here in case you need a hand," she told the young woman.
"Thank you." She smiled as she stepped through and Martha couldn't help noticing how lovely she looked.
Martha walked a few paces away and stood watching as Anne served another customer, the two of them laughing and chattering together. She recognised the customer as one of Anne's friends and wondered if Anne was regaling her with an account of her lunchtime tryst.
She was thinking about what to get for dinner on her way home when a quiet voice broke in on her reverie.
"What do you think?"
Martha turned and found her customer standing by the changing room curtain, looking uncertain: she had put on the dark blue skirt suit with a pale yellow top.
"I think you'll knock them dead," Martha said cheerfully.
The young woman blushed and looked away for a moment as Martha walked over. "Does it really look OK?" she asked, looking in at the mirror in the cubicle.
"Definitely," Martha said firmly, standing behind her and looking at her reflection. "Do you want to try the other one as well?"
The young woman nodded. "If that's OK?"
"Of course. There's no rush." She smiled and got a smile back. "Make sure you smile at your interview," Martha said.
The young woman looked startled. "Why?"
"Because you've got a lovely smile," Martha answered sincerely.
"Oh!" She blushed again.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you."
"It's OK." She ducked through the curtain and Martha walked away, looking back across at Anne who was serving another customer whilst her friend watched.
Martha sighed heavily. She and the Doctor had been here two weeks, and she'd been bored from day 2. He was so engrossed in making his gadget that he was taking even less notice of her than usual and mostly tended to make non-committal noises whenever she spoke to him. She felt guilty for resenting his absorption, knowing he needed to finish the device so that they'd know when Billy arrived: then they could give him the film to make into the Easter Egg for Sally's DVDs in order to get the TARDIS back. She knew all that, but it didn't stop her wishing he'd remember her existence at least occasionally.
Martha heard what sounded like a muttered curse behind her and turned around. "Are you OK?"
"The zip's stuck," her customer answered plaintively.
"May I come in?"
"Yes please."
Martha pushed aside the curtain and stepped into the cubicle, then pulled it back across for sake of her customer's dignity. She looked closely at the zip of the skirt and saw that a portion of the hem on the top was caught between two of the teeth. "Hang on. Let me see if I can sort it out for you." She knelt down and grasped the open edges of the zip in her left hand and tried to pull the zip free with her right, but it wouldn't move.
She hissed with frustration. "There's a bit of the hem from the top caught in the zip," she told the young woman. "Do you think you could get it off if you pulled it up over your head?"
"What about the top?"
"Well that will come too. I might be able to free the hem more easily once you're not wearing it."
The young woman nodded. "I'll try."
"Do you want me to go or shall I stay and give you a hand?"
"Could you stay? It might be easier with two of us and I don't want to rip it."
Martha smiled. "Sure. Lift your arms up and I'll lift up the skirt, see if I can get both garments off in one go." She took hold of the hem of the skirt. "I'm Martha by the way," she said.
"Sarah Jane."
"Here we go then Sarah Jane." Martha lifted the hem of the skirt up, guiding it up Sarah Jane's body to her waist where she paused to take hold of the hem of the top too. She lifted again, taking both garments up Sarah Jane's torso to her neck.
"Oh damn! Hang on." She stepped up onto the edge of the bench to give herself extra height and lifted the clothes the rest of the way up and off Sarah Jane: she had a slender body with nice curves which Martha couldn't help admiring, but she dropped her gaze hastily to the clothes that she held before she got caught staring.
"I'll just get out of your way," Martha said quickly, suddenly aware of her close proximity to Sarah Jane in the cubicle now that she was only dressed in her underwear.
"Thanks," Sarah Jane said, smiling as Martha moved past her and out of the cubicle, being careful not to brush against Sarah Jane's body: she was aware that her heart was thumping painfully and her mouth was dry.
She sat down on the floor outside the cubicle and turned the skirt and the top inside out so that she could wiggle the cloth out of the teeth of the zip. She had just succeeded in separating the two garments and was turning them the right way round again when Sarah Jane pulled back the curtain and stepped out of the cubicle.
Martha got up quickly and smiled as Sarah Jane did a quick twirl in the slate grey trouser suit with a powder blue top. "That looks good on you."
"Which looks best?" asked Sarah Jane. "I can't really afford both right now."
"I liked the skirt suit best," Martha answered. "But be careful with the zip." She grinned and Sarah Jane grinned back.
"I will, and thank you for your time and help."
"My pleasure. If you pass me the hangers, I'll take the suit to the till for you whilst you get undressed - I mean, change back into your clothes," Martha amended hastily, hoping her blush wouldn't be noticeable on her darker skin.
Sarah Jane smiled but refrained from commenting on Martha's mistake. "Thanks." She passed out the hanger with the jacket on it and the empty one for the top and Martha took them with a nod then hurried away before she could embarrass herself further.
A few minutes later Sarah Jane walked over to the till and Martha rang up the items, then put them in a bag for her.
"Do let me know how you get on at the interview please," Martha said as Sarah Jane took her change.
"Thanks, I will. It's on Thursday at 11.30."
"I'll be thinking of you for luck," Martha told her.
Sarah Jane flushed slightly. "Thanks." She gave Martha another smile before walking away.
* * * * * *
Martha found her thoughts straying to Sarah Jane quite often between Tuesday and Thursday morning and when she went to bed she found the image of Sarah Jane dressed in only her underwear filling her mind's eye. She was slightly surprised because she hadn't really fancied any girls since she was in her early teens and she'd had a crush on her biology teacher. She felt drawn to Sarah Jane but she didn't know why. Not that she was going to do or say anything to reveal her interest.
On Thursday morning she tried to keep herself busy, not wanting to watch the clock. Anne was on her lunchbreak and Martha was serving a customer when Sarah Jane walked in. She browsed near the counter as she waited to speak to Martha, and when she looked up and saw Sarah Jane watching her, her whole face lit up in a smile.
"How did it go?" Martha asked after the customer had departed.
"It went well. They've promised to let me know this afternoon."
"That's brilliant! If you get it, we should go for a drink to celebrate."
"I'd like that," Sarah Jane said with a pleased smile.
"Good. Look, I've got my lunchbreak in half an hour, do you want to grab a sandwich and go to the park?"
Sarah Jane looked regretful. "I'd love to, but I'd rather head back home, if you don't mind. I don't think I can concentrate on anything until they ring me."
"That's OK, I understand." And Martha did understand, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed. She kept her eyes on the counter so that Sarah Jane wouldn't see anything in her face.
"I'll drop in tomorrow, to let you know my news," Sarah Jane said.
Martha nodded and forced a smile onto her face before looking up. "OK. See you tomorrow." She turned away, refusing to watch Sarah Jane walk away. This was just too silly: first the Doctor, and now Sarah Jane, anyone would think she was a teenager not a grown-up, almost qualified doctor. She scowled blankly at the till, shoulders hunched, until a customer approached asking for help.
She didn't go out to the park at lunchtime, even though she felt restless sitting in the little tea room at the back of the shop. She pulled her book from her bag, a battered copy of Kerouac's On the Road that she'd picked up second hand in a Charing Cross Road bookshop, but she couldn't focus on it: Kerouac's stream of consciousness prose was too irritating, so she shoved it back into her bag again, then got up to pace around the room until it was time to go back to serving customers.
Martha was grumpy all afternoon, despite her best efforts to pull herself out of her bad mood and she was glad when 5 pm rolled around. She walked home with her head down and her shoulders hunched despite the evening sunshine.
The Doctor looked up as she let herself into the flat, ready to say hello, and was greeted by a thunderous look. Martha went into the bedroom and the Doctor decided to make her a cup of tea. When she still hadn't emerged a few minutes later, he knocked on the bedroom door.
"I've made some tea, if you want some," he said. He got a mumbled response that was inaudible through the door, so he risked opening it and looked in to see Martha lying on her back on the bed, still in her work uniform, with her arms over her eyes. He crossed the room and set the mug down on the bedside table.
"Are you OK?" he asked, knowing she wasn't, but not wanting to intrude.
"Bad day at work," she answered.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
He nodded, although she couldn't see him. "OK. Tea's on the table. I'm going to make some dinner." He clasped her wrists for a moment. "Don't let the tea get cold," he said, then went out.
Martha lifted her arms from her face in surprise. He'd made her a cup of tea and now he was making dinner? What was the world coming to? She got off the bed and changed, then drank the mug of tea quickly, before going into the kitchen.
The Doctor looked around from washing his hands as Martha walked in. "Feeling better?" he asked.
"A little. Thanks for the tea." She wandered over to put her empty mug on the counter by the sink. "What're you cooking?"
"There's fish under the grill," he answered, "which we're having with new potatoes and some salad."
Martha gaped at him. "I know we didn't win the Lotto, because no one's started it yet, so what's with the decent food?"
He gave her a sly grin as he dried his hands. "There are other ways to raise cash quickly," he answered cryptically.
"Hmm. Well I'm not complaining. I was getting fed up with beans on toast."
"Well we won't have to eat that again," he assured her. "Check the cupboards and the fridge."
She did and stared in astonishment at the food stocked neatly in both.
"Blimey!" she said weakly. "Did you rob a bank then?"
"Nope!" He put an arm around her shoulders and brushed a kiss across her forehead, and she sighed quietly, grateful for his touch.
"I'm sorry I've been such bad company since we got here," he said softly, wrapping his other arm around her and letting her head rest against his chest.
"It's OK," she said.
"No it's not, not really. You've been brilliant, working, cooking and keeping house whilst I've been doing all the really complicated work on my gadget."
"Well I want the TARDIS back too," Martha said. "I know you miss her and I know I've not been travelling with you for long, but I miss her too."
"I know." He tightened his hold on Martha a moment, then let her go and turned to the grill to check the fish.
She got out plates and cutlery for their meal, setting the table quickly and neatly, and the Doctor was soon ready to serve it up.
To Martha's surprise, he sat and watched the TV with her that evening, encouraging her to snuggle up against him and she went to bed feeling more cheerful than when she'd got home.
* * * * *
The following day Sarah Jane was waiting outside the shop when Martha unlocked it and the door was barely open before she slipped through, grinning at Martha in delight.
"I got it!" she exclaimed immediately.
"Well done!" Martha just managed to refrain from grabbing Sarah Jane and hugging her since she was so pleased, but Sarah Jane didn't restrain herself: she threw her arms around the older woman and hugged her hard, laughing with relief.
A rush of desire swept through Martha, taking her by surprise, and she carefully pulled free of Sarah Jane. "I'm really pleased for you," she said. "But I need to get on with things here." She gestured to the shop, then smiled at Sarah Jane, hoping she wasn't offended, and got a smile back.
"Of course. I just wanted to let you know."
"I'm glad you did. Do you still want to go out for a drink tonight?" Martha asked, hoping she sounded casual.
"Yes, if you do?"
Martha nodded. "Yes." They quickly sorted out a time and a place to meet, then Sarah Jane left Martha to deal with the first customer of the day.
The day seemed impossibly long to Martha and she again had to force herself not to watch the clock. When she got home she ate with the Doctor, who was back to being distracted by his device again, muttering something about frequency amplifiers and timey-wimey when Martha interrupted him with a meal. She washed up promptly, then went to have a bath before getting dressed to go out, all the while wishing that she didn't feel nervous. She was ready far too early and went to watch some television in the hope it would stop her from pacing.
"You look nice," the Doctor said, glancing up as she walked into the sitting room.
"Thanks." Martha hoped she didn't sound as surprised as she felt.
"Going out?" he asked, his eyes back on his device.
"Yeah, with someone I met at work."
"Well have a nice time."
"Thanks." She sat in the armchair and tried to concentrate on the television.
Martha got to the pub ten minutes early and was pleased to see Sarah Jane heading towards her at the same moment. Sarah Jane didn't hesitate to hug her new friend as soon as she reached Martha, which caused another rush of desire that she did her best to ignore. They went inside and Martha got them both a drink, then they found a corner table and sat down. They talked for a couple of hours, then the pub started to get noisy and smoky, and Martha regretfully suggested they leave.
"We could go back to my flat for coffee," Sarah Jane suggested. "If you want to?"
"OK."
They made their way outside and up the street. "It's only a ten minute walk," Sarah Jane assured Martha.
"Do you live on your own?" Martha asked.
Sarah Jane nodded. "You?"
"No, I share with a friend. We were travelling companions for a while but we're stuck here at the moment. He doesn't go out much."
"He?" asked Sarah Jane, sounding surprised.
"Yeah. I guess that's shocking, isn't it?" Martha said with a slight giggle.
"It's fairly unusual." Sarah Jane looked sideways at her friend. "Are you, you know, living in sin?" She blushed as she asked the question.
"No! God no, nothing like that! He's not interested in me that way."
"Oh! Sorry. I shouldn't be prying."
"I don't mind, honestly. It's just - well things with me and John are a bit complicated." Martha sighed quietly. "Let's not talk about it."
"OK."
Sarah Jane asked Martha about her day instead, and she was glad of the change of subject.
Before Martha could worry about boring her, they reached Sarah Jane's flat and she let them in. It was slightly bigger than the one she was sharing with the Doctor, or maybe it was because only one person lived there, and the fact that she wasn't inclined to emulate Doc Brown. They took off their coats and Sarah Jane encouraged Martha to take a seat whilst she made them some coffee.
Now that she was alone with Sarah Jane, Martha was feeling rather nervous, as nervous as her first date with her first boyfriend. She told herself she was being silly, that Sarah Jane didn't think of her that way, and that even if she did, it would be wrong to get involved with her when she and the Doctor were only going to be around for a relatively short time. She was just debating whether to make an excuse and leave when Sarah Jane came in carrying their coffee, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration, and Martha realised it was too late to flee.
You can do this, she told herself. Facing Carrionites and Daleks was far scarier.
Sarah Jane set down the mugs of coffee and sat next to Martha, who immediately regretting not sitting in the armchair: she was convinced Sarah Jane would be able to hear her heart thumping.
"Are you OK?" asked Sarah Jane. "You seem a bit - distracted."
"I'm fine," Martha answered quickly, picking up her coffee and blowing on it before taking a sip that made her yelp at the heat and put the mug back down abruptly.
"Silly!" Sarah Jane exclaimed in concern. "You must have known it would be hot when I've only just made it. What were you thinking?"
Martha tried to blink away the tears of pain that had started into her eyes when she burnt her tongue.
"I'll get you some water." Sarah Jane hurried away and Martha immediately stuck her tongue out in the hope it would cool down and stop stinging.
"Here," Sarah Jane said, coming back and offering her friend a glass of cold water which Martha accepted with a grateful nod before slowly drinking half of it.
Sarah Jane watched her, her legs tucked up underneath herself. She had envied Martha's poise and confidence in the shop, but she now realised that the older woman was nervous about something.
"Well now you've proved just how distracted you are by trying to drink scalding hot coffee, do you want to tell me what's on your mind?"
"It's nothing," Martha said quickly.
Sarah Jane untucked her legs, then moved further down the sofa until she was next to Martha. She put a hand on the older woman's arm. "Is it about John?" she asked softly.
"No."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Martha shook her head. "It's not that," she said, wondering if she dared to tell Sarah Jane how she felt, wondering if she'd be horrified or flattered. She took a deep breath. "I fancy you," she said quickly, her eyes on the mug in front of her.
"Really?"
Martha looked up quickly at the note of interest in Sarah Jane's voice. "You - you don't mind?" she asked tentatively.
Sarah Jane smiled shyly. "No, because I feel the same way."
"You do?" At Sarah Jane's nod, Martha couldn't help a sigh of relief escaping and she let her head fall forward so her chin rested on her body, feeling as if a weight had dropped off her shoulders.
Sarah Jane leant forward and brushed a kiss across Martha's cheek. "Shall we go to my room?" she asked softly.
Martha turned her head, eyes wide with surprise. "Blimey, you don't hang about, do you?" she asked.
"Is there any reason we should?"
"No, but it's only fair to warn you that I've no idea how much longer I'm going to be here. John's sorting out some stuff and then we'll be travelling again. It could be a couple of weeks or a few months, but I'll be going sooner or later."
"All the more reason not to hang about then," Sarah Jane said firmly.
She stood up and took Martha's hand then lead her into her bedroom. They sat down on the bed, hand in hand. "I've never been with a woman before," Sarah Jane said.
"Neither have I," admitted Martha. "Haven't even fancied one since I was 13. I guess we'll just have to learn together." She smiled then leant forward to brush a kiss across the younger woman's lips, sliding a hand inside her shirt to stroke her side, Sarah Jane shivered with pleasure, her hands seeking Martha's skin in return. Martha quickly unbuttoned Sarah Jane's shirt, then slipped it down off her shoulders to lie on the bed.
"Oh fair's fair," Sarah Jane said as she tugged Martha's t-shirt up and off. She reached out and traced Martha's tattoo, a look of intense curiosity on her face that reminded the older woman of herself.
Martha wrapped her arms around Sarah Jane, pulling her closer as she tried to get her head around this new experience. She registered that Sarah Jane was undoing her bra and pulled back again to allow the younger woman to take it off. It was her turn to shiver with pleasure when Sarah Jane cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing the sides gently.
"Your turn," Martha whispered, then unfastened Sarah Jane's bra and took it off. She copied the younger woman's gesture, cupping Sarah Jane's breasts in her hands, then rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, feeling a thrill of excitement when they hardened at her touch.
After a few minutes of touching each other, they were both feeling very aroused and Martha quickly pulled off her boots, then stretched out on the bed; she waited for Sarah Jane to follow suit, then moved closer until only centimetres separated them as they lay facing each other on the bed.
She kissed Sarah Jane tentatively, both of them full of longing but slightly uncertain until her desire overcame her nerves and made Martha bold. She held the back of Sarah Jane's head as she deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue across the younger woman's lips, encouraging her to open her mouth. Sarah Jane gasped as Martha's free hand cupped her between the thighs, and Martha immediately slipped her tongue inside Sarah Jane's mouth, stroking across her tongue and teeth, then curling up to caress the roof of her mouth.
Sarah Jane moaned and Martha took that as encouragement to not only continue but to take things further. She began to stroke Sarah Jane's entrance through her clothes, feeling the heat that had been building up there. Sarah Jane squirmed, pushing against Martha's hand; she immediately found Sarah Jane's zip and unfastened it before slipping her hand inside her trousers. She stroked Sarah Jane to a climax, leaving her knickers soaked as she shuddered and moaned at Martha's ministrations.
Martha finally pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's, and nuzzled her cheek and throat before moving away and tugging down Sarah Jane's trousers and knickers. Then she gently parted Sarah Jane's thighs and began to delicately lap at the younger woman’s folds. Sarah Jane's body juddered in response and Martha slipped her tongue inside her entrance, curling it upwards and stroking her teasingly. She was rewarded with a flood of juices as she quickly brought Sarah Jane off a second time: she crawled back up the bed to kiss her hungrily.
Sarah Jane was startled by the taste of herself on Martha's mouth, but she kissed the older woman just as hungrily whilst Martha ground her body against Sarah Jane's, their breasts rubbing against each other pleasurably.
"Your turn," Sarah Jane said huskily, rolling them over so that Martha was on her back before kissing her way down Martha's body. She paid special attention to her breasts, suckling on them both in turn. She got Martha's jeans and knickers off, then dipped a finger into Martha's entrance and found her fully aroused: cupping her entrance, she slipped her fingers inside whilst pressing the heel of her hand to the area just above Martha's clit. Martha groaned with longing and Sarah Jane curled her fingers into her body, seeking her sweet spot. As aroused as Martha was by now, it didn't take long for Sarah Jane to bring her off and she soon found her fingers soaked.
It was her turn to crawl up the bed and she offered her hand to Martha who lapped sensuously at Sarah Jane's fingers, cleaning them off.
"That was wonderful," Sarah Jane said softly. "Thank you."
"Thank you too," Martha said. "I really needed that."
They moved onto their sides, facing each other, legs tangled, bodies pressed close together and arms wrapped around each other.
"I feel like I could sleep for a week," Martha commented presently.
"When do you need to be home?" Sarah Jane asked.
Martha shrugged one shoulder. "I didn't tell John what time I'd be back, but he probably won't notice I'm not there."
"Then sleep for a bit," she suggested now. "If you want to, I can set the alarm."
"No need," Martha answered. "I can wake myself up at will."
Sarah Jane opened her mouth to ask Martha about that, but she must have anticipated her question because she took advantage of the moment to kiss her rather thoroughly and Sarah Jane decided that John really didn't know what he was missing.
* * * * * *
Four weeks passed and Martha met up with Sarah Jane several evenings a week. The Doctor, when he gave the matter any thought, was pleased that Martha had made some friends in this era: he'd been worried that things would be little better for her than in 1913, but to his relief she seemed quite happy. Martha had let him assume she was socialising with the other shop assistants. She didn't know what he'd think about her relationship with Sarah Jane, but Martha didn't plan on telling him. He'd made it quite clear that he wasn't interested in her romantically, so she felt no qualms in that respect, but she didn't feel that it was really any of his business either.
Then Billy arrived and she knew that their time in 1969 was getting short. She tried to feel pleased that they would be leaving and that she wouldn't have to work in the shop any longer, but all she could think about was how much she would miss Sarah Jane. She was determined to make the most of every minute they spent together. So when she got ready to go out that evening, she dressed carefully, choosing the new black mini skirt she'd bought recently, paired with a pretty dark green top.
They had only been in the pub for an hour before it began getting crowded, so when Sarah Jane suggested that they go back to her place, Martha didn't hesitate to agree. They'd been touching each other teasingly under the table and she was feeling so horny now that she was certain they wouldn't make it back home. They slipped through the crowded bar and out into the fresh air, setting off hand-in-hand. Before they had gone very far up the alley, Sarah Jane stopped and gently pushed Martha back against the wall of the dark alley, kissing her hungrily as she pushed up Martha's top to fondle her breasts through her bra. After quickly unbuttoning Sarah Jane's shirt Martha reciprocated: she enjoyed the sensation of cupping Sarah Jane's breasts in her hands and feeling her nipples harden as her arousal grew.
After several minutes of kissing Sarah Jane slid her hand up under Martha's skirt and paused in surprise when her questing fingers encountered an absence of material. She pulled back from her kiss to speak breathlessly in Martha's ear, "No knickers?"
"Left them off," Martha answered, nearly as breathlessly. "Thought it would save time."
"You naughty thing, I think I should punish you for that." She resumed kissing Martha as she began stroking her inner thigh, then circling her fingers around her entrance teasingly.
Martha's hips bucked forward in response and she pulled her mouth from the younger woman's to growl in her ear. "Fuck me!"
Sarah Jane laughed softly and continued to tease until Martha reached down and grabbed her wrist, shoving Sarah Jane's fingers inside herself. She then proceeded to pleasure herself with the other woman's fingers until she came hard, muffling her cries in Sarah Jane's shoulder. Then Martha stumbled away from her on shaky legs, feeling appalled at what she'd done.
Sarah Jane quickly followed her, pulling her into a hug. "Don't run away," she said softly. "I enjoyed that."
Martha lifted her head, eyes bright with unshed tears. "You did?" She sounded disbelieving.
Sarah Jane nodded shyly. "I like it when you take charge."
"Oh." Martha wasn't sure what else to say about that.
"Come on, let's go back to my place and do this in comfort." She buttoned up her shirt again and Martha straightened her top, making themselves look rather less like they'd just had a quick shag up against a wall. Then Sarah Jane took Martha's hand and they walked back to her flat ignoring the curious looks they got from passersby.
Sarah Jane let them into her flat and Martha suddenly felt desperately awkward but before she could run away, Sarah Jane pulled her close and kissed her tenderly before nuzzling her neck beneath her ear. "I want you," she said, her breath tickling Martha's ear. "Come to bed."
She took Martha's hand and pulled her down the hall to her room. She quickly undressed Martha before stripping herself, then she gently pushed Martha to sit down on the bed. Sarah Jane straddled her, pressing her knees against Martha's thighs as she kissed her, and she felt some of the tension ebbing out of Martha's body. The older woman wrapped her left arm around Sarah Jane's waist and slipped her right hand down between them, sliding her hand through her curls before she dipped a finger into her core: she wasn't surprised to find Sarah Jane was already slick and ready. She easily slipped two fingers into her lover and began to stroke her firmly whilst her thumb circled Sarah Jane's clit.
After several minutes Sarah Jane pulled back from Martha to gasp air desperately as her arousal mounted towards a peak: she clutched at Martha's shoulders, her head thrown back as her orgasm rushed through her body, radiating outwards from her core to leave her tingling with pleasure.
Martha pulled her hand free, then leaned back, allowing herself to fall backwards onto the bed and pulling Sarah Jane down to lie on top of her. The younger woman nuzzled against her cheek and neck, licking and kissing random spots on Martha's face and throat before she rolled off her body to lie beside her. She turned onto her side, facing Martha, and propped her head on her right arm, stroking her left hand up from Martha's stomach to cup her left breast.
"You OK?" she asked, slightly concerned by Martha's silence.
She turned her head to look at Sarah Jane. "We'll probably be leaving soon," she said, sounding rather bleak. She looked away again.
"Oh." Sarah Jane felt her stomach do an odd flip-flop.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have got involved with you. I knew this couldn't last, that I'd have to leave sooner or later, I just - " She broke off, biting her bottom lip and Sarah Jane realised Martha was trying not to cry.
"Shh. It's OK, Martha. I'm glad we’ve had this time together, even if it has only been a few weeks." She slid her hand up to cup Martha's cheek and turn her face towards hers again. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. And if you ever come back to London, you must look me up again. Promise me."
"I - "
"Promise me!" Sarah Jane said fiercely. "Even if it's only to have a cup of tea and say 'hello'."
Martha nodded against her hand, wondering if she would dare to look up Sarah Jane once she got back to her own time. She didn't try to do the sums: she would do them later and work out the age gap, but she knew it would be big. She wondered if Sarah Jane would still remember her and if she'd want a reminder of her youthful fling with a young shop assistant.
* * * * * *
2008
Martha had been back on Earth for a few months and working at UNIT for just one month when she came across a file referring to the Doctor's tenure there as a Scientific Adviser. Amongst the papers in the file was a reference to a young investigative reporter, one Sarah Jane Smith, who'd been a member of UNIT. Martha stared at the name with wide eyes as she remembered a few weeks in 1969 when she and Sarah Jane had been lovers. She'd never told the Doctor the name of the friend she'd spent so many evenings with and she now realised how fortunate that omission had been.
She put the file aside, turned to her computer and did a quick search for Sarah Jane's name on the personnel database. What she found left her even more wide eyed with surprise than the file had done: Sarah Jane was now a freelance investigative reporter with a bent for investigating and dealing with alien incursions, and she had a teenage son. Martha wasn't sure what to make of that, given how old Sarah Jane must be by now. She dug a little deeper and found an email address, phone number and a street address. She made a note of all three, then wondered if she dared to get in touch again. She hadn't forgotten her promise to look Sarah Jane up but the long gap had worried her. Now that she knew Sarah Jane had travelled with the Doctor and understood about time travel, it would make it easier to explain the 40 year gap, but would Sarah Jane really want to hear from her again?
Martha decided to think about it and not rush into making a decision: after all, Sarah Jane had waited nearly 40 years, a few more hours or even days wouldn't make any difference.
* * * * * *
It didn’t take long for Martha to make up her mind. She arranged to take the afternoon off work and drove to Bannerman Road to see Sarah Jane. She had decided not to ring or email first because she couldn't figure out where to begin with explanations. If Sarah Jane shut the door in her face, then she'd know she wasn't welcome.
She parked her car around the corner from Sarah Jane's house, then sat there a moment, trying not to feel nervous. Finally she got out of the car and walked around the corner and down Sarah Jane's drive to knock on her door.
It opened and an older woman dressed in boots, jeans, a white blouse and a brown waistcoat stood there. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Martha on her doorstep and she clutched the door frame tightly.
"Martha?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Hello Sarah Jane. I'm sorry to turn up unannounced, but you did make me promise to look you up again. I'm sorry it's taken so long."
Sarah Jane beckoned her in, then pulled Martha into a tight hug. "I thought of you often after you disappeared," she said quietly.
"I'm sorry I just vanished. I wanted to leave you a note but I couldn't think what to say. And I didn't know then that you'd end up travelling with the Doctor too." Martha lifted her head from Sarah Jane's shoulder and looked at her. "When I found your name in the UNIT records and discovered you were still interested in aliens, I thought I'd look you up, as I promised to do. I've missed you, even though it's only been a few months for me. "
"And now you work for UNIT and I'm an old lady," Sarah Jane said ruefully. "The perils of time travel."
"Nonsense!" Martha exclaimed. "You're older, but you're not old." She kissed Sarah Jane's cheek. "Still a looker," she whispered in her ear.
Sarah Jane pulled back in surprise. "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do," Martha asserted. She reached out and cupped Sarah Jane's cheek. "I'd go to bed with you again."
"I'm old enough to be your mother," Sarah Jane retorted.
Martha shrugged. "So?"
"Would you really go to bed with me again?"
"This very minute," Martha said, grinning cheekily. "Or we can do it here, if you prefer?"
Sarah Jane shook her head, smiling. "The bed will be much more comfortable." She took Martha's hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. "My son Luke has science club after school so he won't be back until 4.30 pm."
"Then let's make the most of the next few hours," Martha said. She wrapped her arms around the older woman's neck and kissed her passionately, remembering how Sarah Jane liked to be kissed.
Within a few minutes they had undressed as far as their underwear and were lying on the bed together.
"OK?" Martha asked softly as she caressed Sarah Jane's body and began to bring her to a heightened state of arousal.
"Oh yes," Sarah Jane sighed.
Martha carefully pulled off Sarah Jane's knickers before dipping a finger into her entrance, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. She smiled and leant forward to kiss the older woman, then slid a second finger into her. She gently stroked Sarah Jane to a climax as she continued to kiss her and she came with a moan of pleasure, her whole body shuddering in response to her orgasm.
Martha pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's. "OK?" she asked again.
Sarah Jane gave her a dazed look. "That was wonderful," she answered with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Martha slipped her fingers free, then sucked them clean, her eyes half closed as she remembered the times they'd done this before.
Sarah Jane unfastened her bra, then reached out and unfastened Martha's. "I want to see you again," she told the younger woman as she pulled the bra free, then pushed Martha onto her back so she could slide her knickers off.
She slipped her fingers into Martha's slick heat and began to finger her as she teased her clit with her thumb. She leant down and sucked on Martha's left nipple, then grasped it lightly with her teeth.
"Fuck!" Martha couldn't help exclaiming with surprise, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman.
Sarah Jane switched her attentions from Martha's left breast to her right as she picked up the pace of her strokes, eager to bring the younger woman off as well. She released her nipple as Martha's body arched in pleasure and she came hard, her muscles contracting around Sarah Jane's fingers as she softly cried her name.
Martha lay limp for a few moments after her orgasm, then rolled onto her side and wrapped an arm around Sarah Jane.
"OK?"
"Yes thank you." Martha kissed the older woman's cheek. "You helped me to stay sane in '69," she said.
"I did?"
"Working in a shop after spending years training to be a doctor isn't my idea of a productive way to spend time, but I guess it was better than being a servant."
"I can tell you've got a lot of stories to share," Sarah Jane said.
"I don't think I'm the only one, am I?" asked Martha. "After all, I've seen your UNIT records."
"So you'll come back and see me again?"
"Definitely," Martha said, leaning forward to kiss the older woman firmly and Sarah Jane gave a pleased murmur as she returned Martha's kiss.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Sarah Jane, Ten
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 3 up to Blink, Season 4
Summary: Martha makes a new friend in 1969.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This fic is a birthday present for my lovely Beta padawanpooh. The Martha/Sarah Jane ship has totally eaten my brain and after giving the 18 year old Sarah Jane a cameo in These Are the Days of Our Lives 2, I decided to write Martha meeting the young Sarah Jane in 1969 (in this fic Martha doesn't know that Sarah Jane will meet the Doctor in the future).
Beta: padawanpooh
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1969
Martha watched the young woman looking through the racks of clothes with a feeling of familiarity. The brunette reminded her strongly of herself on a shopping trip: impatient to find something she liked but not quite knowing what to choose. Martha had been watching her for ten minutes now and finally she decided it was time to offer her assistance.
"Can I help you?"
The young woman looked up, frustration written over her face. "I've got a job interview in a few days, I don't know what to get to wear."
"What's the job?" Martha asked.
"Journalist," she answered.
"Have you looked over here?" Martha guided her over to a range of trouser and skirt suits. "These look quite formal, but you could team them up with a bright top."
"Can I try them on?" she asked.
"Of course. We've got a couple of changing rooms, if you want to bring things over to the counter when you're ready." She got a nod in response, then went back to the counter. Her colleague Anne had just come back from her lunchbreak, eyes bright and grin wide, and Martha guessed that she'd been with her boyfriend. Martha had found herself the unwilling recipient of Anne's boastful stories about her boyfriend's prowess and insatiability when it came to sex, and hoped she wasn't in for another session of listening to Anne going on about Rick.
She closed her eyes at the recollection of a memory of the man in her own life: the Doctor sitting in his shirtsleeves, glasses on, as he pored over his temporal incursion detection device. He worked on the thing almost constantly and every evening she had to remind him to eat. When he did, he'd sit and stare mindlessly at the TV, looking for all the world like someone had switched off his higher brain functions.
To Martha's relief, before Anne could get started, the young brunette approached carrying two suits and a couple of tops.
"I'd like to try these on please."
"Of course." Martha led her over to the changing rooms and held aside a curtain for her. "I'll wait out here in case you need a hand," she told the young woman.
"Thank you." She smiled as she stepped through and Martha couldn't help noticing how lovely she looked.
Martha walked a few paces away and stood watching as Anne served another customer, the two of them laughing and chattering together. She recognised the customer as one of Anne's friends and wondered if Anne was regaling her with an account of her lunchtime tryst.
She was thinking about what to get for dinner on her way home when a quiet voice broke in on her reverie.
"What do you think?"
Martha turned and found her customer standing by the changing room curtain, looking uncertain: she had put on the dark blue skirt suit with a pale yellow top.
"I think you'll knock them dead," Martha said cheerfully.
The young woman blushed and looked away for a moment as Martha walked over. "Does it really look OK?" she asked, looking in at the mirror in the cubicle.
"Definitely," Martha said firmly, standing behind her and looking at her reflection. "Do you want to try the other one as well?"
The young woman nodded. "If that's OK?"
"Of course. There's no rush." She smiled and got a smile back. "Make sure you smile at your interview," Martha said.
The young woman looked startled. "Why?"
"Because you've got a lovely smile," Martha answered sincerely.
"Oh!" She blushed again.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you."
"It's OK." She ducked through the curtain and Martha walked away, looking back across at Anne who was serving another customer whilst her friend watched.
Martha sighed heavily. She and the Doctor had been here two weeks, and she'd been bored from day 2. He was so engrossed in making his gadget that he was taking even less notice of her than usual and mostly tended to make non-committal noises whenever she spoke to him. She felt guilty for resenting his absorption, knowing he needed to finish the device so that they'd know when Billy arrived: then they could give him the film to make into the Easter Egg for Sally's DVDs in order to get the TARDIS back. She knew all that, but it didn't stop her wishing he'd remember her existence at least occasionally.
Martha heard what sounded like a muttered curse behind her and turned around. "Are you OK?"
"The zip's stuck," her customer answered plaintively.
"May I come in?"
"Yes please."
Martha pushed aside the curtain and stepped into the cubicle, then pulled it back across for sake of her customer's dignity. She looked closely at the zip of the skirt and saw that a portion of the hem on the top was caught between two of the teeth. "Hang on. Let me see if I can sort it out for you." She knelt down and grasped the open edges of the zip in her left hand and tried to pull the zip free with her right, but it wouldn't move.
She hissed with frustration. "There's a bit of the hem from the top caught in the zip," she told the young woman. "Do you think you could get it off if you pulled it up over your head?"
"What about the top?"
"Well that will come too. I might be able to free the hem more easily once you're not wearing it."
The young woman nodded. "I'll try."
"Do you want me to go or shall I stay and give you a hand?"
"Could you stay? It might be easier with two of us and I don't want to rip it."
Martha smiled. "Sure. Lift your arms up and I'll lift up the skirt, see if I can get both garments off in one go." She took hold of the hem of the skirt. "I'm Martha by the way," she said.
"Sarah Jane."
"Here we go then Sarah Jane." Martha lifted the hem of the skirt up, guiding it up Sarah Jane's body to her waist where she paused to take hold of the hem of the top too. She lifted again, taking both garments up Sarah Jane's torso to her neck.
"Oh damn! Hang on." She stepped up onto the edge of the bench to give herself extra height and lifted the clothes the rest of the way up and off Sarah Jane: she had a slender body with nice curves which Martha couldn't help admiring, but she dropped her gaze hastily to the clothes that she held before she got caught staring.
"I'll just get out of your way," Martha said quickly, suddenly aware of her close proximity to Sarah Jane in the cubicle now that she was only dressed in her underwear.
"Thanks," Sarah Jane said, smiling as Martha moved past her and out of the cubicle, being careful not to brush against Sarah Jane's body: she was aware that her heart was thumping painfully and her mouth was dry.
She sat down on the floor outside the cubicle and turned the skirt and the top inside out so that she could wiggle the cloth out of the teeth of the zip. She had just succeeded in separating the two garments and was turning them the right way round again when Sarah Jane pulled back the curtain and stepped out of the cubicle.
Martha got up quickly and smiled as Sarah Jane did a quick twirl in the slate grey trouser suit with a powder blue top. "That looks good on you."
"Which looks best?" asked Sarah Jane. "I can't really afford both right now."
"I liked the skirt suit best," Martha answered. "But be careful with the zip." She grinned and Sarah Jane grinned back.
"I will, and thank you for your time and help."
"My pleasure. If you pass me the hangers, I'll take the suit to the till for you whilst you get undressed - I mean, change back into your clothes," Martha amended hastily, hoping her blush wouldn't be noticeable on her darker skin.
Sarah Jane smiled but refrained from commenting on Martha's mistake. "Thanks." She passed out the hanger with the jacket on it and the empty one for the top and Martha took them with a nod then hurried away before she could embarrass herself further.
A few minutes later Sarah Jane walked over to the till and Martha rang up the items, then put them in a bag for her.
"Do let me know how you get on at the interview please," Martha said as Sarah Jane took her change.
"Thanks, I will. It's on Thursday at 11.30."
"I'll be thinking of you for luck," Martha told her.
Sarah Jane flushed slightly. "Thanks." She gave Martha another smile before walking away.
* * * * * *
Martha found her thoughts straying to Sarah Jane quite often between Tuesday and Thursday morning and when she went to bed she found the image of Sarah Jane dressed in only her underwear filling her mind's eye. She was slightly surprised because she hadn't really fancied any girls since she was in her early teens and she'd had a crush on her biology teacher. She felt drawn to Sarah Jane but she didn't know why. Not that she was going to do or say anything to reveal her interest.
On Thursday morning she tried to keep herself busy, not wanting to watch the clock. Anne was on her lunchbreak and Martha was serving a customer when Sarah Jane walked in. She browsed near the counter as she waited to speak to Martha, and when she looked up and saw Sarah Jane watching her, her whole face lit up in a smile.
"How did it go?" Martha asked after the customer had departed.
"It went well. They've promised to let me know this afternoon."
"That's brilliant! If you get it, we should go for a drink to celebrate."
"I'd like that," Sarah Jane said with a pleased smile.
"Good. Look, I've got my lunchbreak in half an hour, do you want to grab a sandwich and go to the park?"
Sarah Jane looked regretful. "I'd love to, but I'd rather head back home, if you don't mind. I don't think I can concentrate on anything until they ring me."
"That's OK, I understand." And Martha did understand, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed. She kept her eyes on the counter so that Sarah Jane wouldn't see anything in her face.
"I'll drop in tomorrow, to let you know my news," Sarah Jane said.
Martha nodded and forced a smile onto her face before looking up. "OK. See you tomorrow." She turned away, refusing to watch Sarah Jane walk away. This was just too silly: first the Doctor, and now Sarah Jane, anyone would think she was a teenager not a grown-up, almost qualified doctor. She scowled blankly at the till, shoulders hunched, until a customer approached asking for help.
She didn't go out to the park at lunchtime, even though she felt restless sitting in the little tea room at the back of the shop. She pulled her book from her bag, a battered copy of Kerouac's On the Road that she'd picked up second hand in a Charing Cross Road bookshop, but she couldn't focus on it: Kerouac's stream of consciousness prose was too irritating, so she shoved it back into her bag again, then got up to pace around the room until it was time to go back to serving customers.
Martha was grumpy all afternoon, despite her best efforts to pull herself out of her bad mood and she was glad when 5 pm rolled around. She walked home with her head down and her shoulders hunched despite the evening sunshine.
The Doctor looked up as she let herself into the flat, ready to say hello, and was greeted by a thunderous look. Martha went into the bedroom and the Doctor decided to make her a cup of tea. When she still hadn't emerged a few minutes later, he knocked on the bedroom door.
"I've made some tea, if you want some," he said. He got a mumbled response that was inaudible through the door, so he risked opening it and looked in to see Martha lying on her back on the bed, still in her work uniform, with her arms over her eyes. He crossed the room and set the mug down on the bedside table.
"Are you OK?" he asked, knowing she wasn't, but not wanting to intrude.
"Bad day at work," she answered.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
He nodded, although she couldn't see him. "OK. Tea's on the table. I'm going to make some dinner." He clasped her wrists for a moment. "Don't let the tea get cold," he said, then went out.
Martha lifted her arms from her face in surprise. He'd made her a cup of tea and now he was making dinner? What was the world coming to? She got off the bed and changed, then drank the mug of tea quickly, before going into the kitchen.
The Doctor looked around from washing his hands as Martha walked in. "Feeling better?" he asked.
"A little. Thanks for the tea." She wandered over to put her empty mug on the counter by the sink. "What're you cooking?"
"There's fish under the grill," he answered, "which we're having with new potatoes and some salad."
Martha gaped at him. "I know we didn't win the Lotto, because no one's started it yet, so what's with the decent food?"
He gave her a sly grin as he dried his hands. "There are other ways to raise cash quickly," he answered cryptically.
"Hmm. Well I'm not complaining. I was getting fed up with beans on toast."
"Well we won't have to eat that again," he assured her. "Check the cupboards and the fridge."
She did and stared in astonishment at the food stocked neatly in both.
"Blimey!" she said weakly. "Did you rob a bank then?"
"Nope!" He put an arm around her shoulders and brushed a kiss across her forehead, and she sighed quietly, grateful for his touch.
"I'm sorry I've been such bad company since we got here," he said softly, wrapping his other arm around her and letting her head rest against his chest.
"It's OK," she said.
"No it's not, not really. You've been brilliant, working, cooking and keeping house whilst I've been doing all the really complicated work on my gadget."
"Well I want the TARDIS back too," Martha said. "I know you miss her and I know I've not been travelling with you for long, but I miss her too."
"I know." He tightened his hold on Martha a moment, then let her go and turned to the grill to check the fish.
She got out plates and cutlery for their meal, setting the table quickly and neatly, and the Doctor was soon ready to serve it up.
To Martha's surprise, he sat and watched the TV with her that evening, encouraging her to snuggle up against him and she went to bed feeling more cheerful than when she'd got home.
* * * * *
The following day Sarah Jane was waiting outside the shop when Martha unlocked it and the door was barely open before she slipped through, grinning at Martha in delight.
"I got it!" she exclaimed immediately.
"Well done!" Martha just managed to refrain from grabbing Sarah Jane and hugging her since she was so pleased, but Sarah Jane didn't restrain herself: she threw her arms around the older woman and hugged her hard, laughing with relief.
A rush of desire swept through Martha, taking her by surprise, and she carefully pulled free of Sarah Jane. "I'm really pleased for you," she said. "But I need to get on with things here." She gestured to the shop, then smiled at Sarah Jane, hoping she wasn't offended, and got a smile back.
"Of course. I just wanted to let you know."
"I'm glad you did. Do you still want to go out for a drink tonight?" Martha asked, hoping she sounded casual.
"Yes, if you do?"
Martha nodded. "Yes." They quickly sorted out a time and a place to meet, then Sarah Jane left Martha to deal with the first customer of the day.
The day seemed impossibly long to Martha and she again had to force herself not to watch the clock. When she got home she ate with the Doctor, who was back to being distracted by his device again, muttering something about frequency amplifiers and timey-wimey when Martha interrupted him with a meal. She washed up promptly, then went to have a bath before getting dressed to go out, all the while wishing that she didn't feel nervous. She was ready far too early and went to watch some television in the hope it would stop her from pacing.
"You look nice," the Doctor said, glancing up as she walked into the sitting room.
"Thanks." Martha hoped she didn't sound as surprised as she felt.
"Going out?" he asked, his eyes back on his device.
"Yeah, with someone I met at work."
"Well have a nice time."
"Thanks." She sat in the armchair and tried to concentrate on the television.
Martha got to the pub ten minutes early and was pleased to see Sarah Jane heading towards her at the same moment. Sarah Jane didn't hesitate to hug her new friend as soon as she reached Martha, which caused another rush of desire that she did her best to ignore. They went inside and Martha got them both a drink, then they found a corner table and sat down. They talked for a couple of hours, then the pub started to get noisy and smoky, and Martha regretfully suggested they leave.
"We could go back to my flat for coffee," Sarah Jane suggested. "If you want to?"
"OK."
They made their way outside and up the street. "It's only a ten minute walk," Sarah Jane assured Martha.
"Do you live on your own?" Martha asked.
Sarah Jane nodded. "You?"
"No, I share with a friend. We were travelling companions for a while but we're stuck here at the moment. He doesn't go out much."
"He?" asked Sarah Jane, sounding surprised.
"Yeah. I guess that's shocking, isn't it?" Martha said with a slight giggle.
"It's fairly unusual." Sarah Jane looked sideways at her friend. "Are you, you know, living in sin?" She blushed as she asked the question.
"No! God no, nothing like that! He's not interested in me that way."
"Oh! Sorry. I shouldn't be prying."
"I don't mind, honestly. It's just - well things with me and John are a bit complicated." Martha sighed quietly. "Let's not talk about it."
"OK."
Sarah Jane asked Martha about her day instead, and she was glad of the change of subject.
Before Martha could worry about boring her, they reached Sarah Jane's flat and she let them in. It was slightly bigger than the one she was sharing with the Doctor, or maybe it was because only one person lived there, and the fact that she wasn't inclined to emulate Doc Brown. They took off their coats and Sarah Jane encouraged Martha to take a seat whilst she made them some coffee.
Now that she was alone with Sarah Jane, Martha was feeling rather nervous, as nervous as her first date with her first boyfriend. She told herself she was being silly, that Sarah Jane didn't think of her that way, and that even if she did, it would be wrong to get involved with her when she and the Doctor were only going to be around for a relatively short time. She was just debating whether to make an excuse and leave when Sarah Jane came in carrying their coffee, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration, and Martha realised it was too late to flee.
You can do this, she told herself. Facing Carrionites and Daleks was far scarier.
Sarah Jane set down the mugs of coffee and sat next to Martha, who immediately regretting not sitting in the armchair: she was convinced Sarah Jane would be able to hear her heart thumping.
"Are you OK?" asked Sarah Jane. "You seem a bit - distracted."
"I'm fine," Martha answered quickly, picking up her coffee and blowing on it before taking a sip that made her yelp at the heat and put the mug back down abruptly.
"Silly!" Sarah Jane exclaimed in concern. "You must have known it would be hot when I've only just made it. What were you thinking?"
Martha tried to blink away the tears of pain that had started into her eyes when she burnt her tongue.
"I'll get you some water." Sarah Jane hurried away and Martha immediately stuck her tongue out in the hope it would cool down and stop stinging.
"Here," Sarah Jane said, coming back and offering her friend a glass of cold water which Martha accepted with a grateful nod before slowly drinking half of it.
Sarah Jane watched her, her legs tucked up underneath herself. She had envied Martha's poise and confidence in the shop, but she now realised that the older woman was nervous about something.
"Well now you've proved just how distracted you are by trying to drink scalding hot coffee, do you want to tell me what's on your mind?"
"It's nothing," Martha said quickly.
Sarah Jane untucked her legs, then moved further down the sofa until she was next to Martha. She put a hand on the older woman's arm. "Is it about John?" she asked softly.
"No."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Martha shook her head. "It's not that," she said, wondering if she dared to tell Sarah Jane how she felt, wondering if she'd be horrified or flattered. She took a deep breath. "I fancy you," she said quickly, her eyes on the mug in front of her.
"Really?"
Martha looked up quickly at the note of interest in Sarah Jane's voice. "You - you don't mind?" she asked tentatively.
Sarah Jane smiled shyly. "No, because I feel the same way."
"You do?" At Sarah Jane's nod, Martha couldn't help a sigh of relief escaping and she let her head fall forward so her chin rested on her body, feeling as if a weight had dropped off her shoulders.
Sarah Jane leant forward and brushed a kiss across Martha's cheek. "Shall we go to my room?" she asked softly.
Martha turned her head, eyes wide with surprise. "Blimey, you don't hang about, do you?" she asked.
"Is there any reason we should?"
"No, but it's only fair to warn you that I've no idea how much longer I'm going to be here. John's sorting out some stuff and then we'll be travelling again. It could be a couple of weeks or a few months, but I'll be going sooner or later."
"All the more reason not to hang about then," Sarah Jane said firmly.
She stood up and took Martha's hand then lead her into her bedroom. They sat down on the bed, hand in hand. "I've never been with a woman before," Sarah Jane said.
"Neither have I," admitted Martha. "Haven't even fancied one since I was 13. I guess we'll just have to learn together." She smiled then leant forward to brush a kiss across the younger woman's lips, sliding a hand inside her shirt to stroke her side, Sarah Jane shivered with pleasure, her hands seeking Martha's skin in return. Martha quickly unbuttoned Sarah Jane's shirt, then slipped it down off her shoulders to lie on the bed.
"Oh fair's fair," Sarah Jane said as she tugged Martha's t-shirt up and off. She reached out and traced Martha's tattoo, a look of intense curiosity on her face that reminded the older woman of herself.
Martha wrapped her arms around Sarah Jane, pulling her closer as she tried to get her head around this new experience. She registered that Sarah Jane was undoing her bra and pulled back again to allow the younger woman to take it off. It was her turn to shiver with pleasure when Sarah Jane cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing the sides gently.
"Your turn," Martha whispered, then unfastened Sarah Jane's bra and took it off. She copied the younger woman's gesture, cupping Sarah Jane's breasts in her hands, then rubbed her thumbs over her nipples, feeling a thrill of excitement when they hardened at her touch.
After a few minutes of touching each other, they were both feeling very aroused and Martha quickly pulled off her boots, then stretched out on the bed; she waited for Sarah Jane to follow suit, then moved closer until only centimetres separated them as they lay facing each other on the bed.
She kissed Sarah Jane tentatively, both of them full of longing but slightly uncertain until her desire overcame her nerves and made Martha bold. She held the back of Sarah Jane's head as she deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue across the younger woman's lips, encouraging her to open her mouth. Sarah Jane gasped as Martha's free hand cupped her between the thighs, and Martha immediately slipped her tongue inside Sarah Jane's mouth, stroking across her tongue and teeth, then curling up to caress the roof of her mouth.
Sarah Jane moaned and Martha took that as encouragement to not only continue but to take things further. She began to stroke Sarah Jane's entrance through her clothes, feeling the heat that had been building up there. Sarah Jane squirmed, pushing against Martha's hand; she immediately found Sarah Jane's zip and unfastened it before slipping her hand inside her trousers. She stroked Sarah Jane to a climax, leaving her knickers soaked as she shuddered and moaned at Martha's ministrations.
Martha finally pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's, and nuzzled her cheek and throat before moving away and tugging down Sarah Jane's trousers and knickers. Then she gently parted Sarah Jane's thighs and began to delicately lap at the younger woman’s folds. Sarah Jane's body juddered in response and Martha slipped her tongue inside her entrance, curling it upwards and stroking her teasingly. She was rewarded with a flood of juices as she quickly brought Sarah Jane off a second time: she crawled back up the bed to kiss her hungrily.
Sarah Jane was startled by the taste of herself on Martha's mouth, but she kissed the older woman just as hungrily whilst Martha ground her body against Sarah Jane's, their breasts rubbing against each other pleasurably.
"Your turn," Sarah Jane said huskily, rolling them over so that Martha was on her back before kissing her way down Martha's body. She paid special attention to her breasts, suckling on them both in turn. She got Martha's jeans and knickers off, then dipped a finger into Martha's entrance and found her fully aroused: cupping her entrance, she slipped her fingers inside whilst pressing the heel of her hand to the area just above Martha's clit. Martha groaned with longing and Sarah Jane curled her fingers into her body, seeking her sweet spot. As aroused as Martha was by now, it didn't take long for Sarah Jane to bring her off and she soon found her fingers soaked.
It was her turn to crawl up the bed and she offered her hand to Martha who lapped sensuously at Sarah Jane's fingers, cleaning them off.
"That was wonderful," Sarah Jane said softly. "Thank you."
"Thank you too," Martha said. "I really needed that."
They moved onto their sides, facing each other, legs tangled, bodies pressed close together and arms wrapped around each other.
"I feel like I could sleep for a week," Martha commented presently.
"When do you need to be home?" Sarah Jane asked.
Martha shrugged one shoulder. "I didn't tell John what time I'd be back, but he probably won't notice I'm not there."
"Then sleep for a bit," she suggested now. "If you want to, I can set the alarm."
"No need," Martha answered. "I can wake myself up at will."
Sarah Jane opened her mouth to ask Martha about that, but she must have anticipated her question because she took advantage of the moment to kiss her rather thoroughly and Sarah Jane decided that John really didn't know what he was missing.
* * * * * *
Four weeks passed and Martha met up with Sarah Jane several evenings a week. The Doctor, when he gave the matter any thought, was pleased that Martha had made some friends in this era: he'd been worried that things would be little better for her than in 1913, but to his relief she seemed quite happy. Martha had let him assume she was socialising with the other shop assistants. She didn't know what he'd think about her relationship with Sarah Jane, but Martha didn't plan on telling him. He'd made it quite clear that he wasn't interested in her romantically, so she felt no qualms in that respect, but she didn't feel that it was really any of his business either.
Then Billy arrived and she knew that their time in 1969 was getting short. She tried to feel pleased that they would be leaving and that she wouldn't have to work in the shop any longer, but all she could think about was how much she would miss Sarah Jane. She was determined to make the most of every minute they spent together. So when she got ready to go out that evening, she dressed carefully, choosing the new black mini skirt she'd bought recently, paired with a pretty dark green top.
They had only been in the pub for an hour before it began getting crowded, so when Sarah Jane suggested that they go back to her place, Martha didn't hesitate to agree. They'd been touching each other teasingly under the table and she was feeling so horny now that she was certain they wouldn't make it back home. They slipped through the crowded bar and out into the fresh air, setting off hand-in-hand. Before they had gone very far up the alley, Sarah Jane stopped and gently pushed Martha back against the wall of the dark alley, kissing her hungrily as she pushed up Martha's top to fondle her breasts through her bra. After quickly unbuttoning Sarah Jane's shirt Martha reciprocated: she enjoyed the sensation of cupping Sarah Jane's breasts in her hands and feeling her nipples harden as her arousal grew.
After several minutes of kissing Sarah Jane slid her hand up under Martha's skirt and paused in surprise when her questing fingers encountered an absence of material. She pulled back from her kiss to speak breathlessly in Martha's ear, "No knickers?"
"Left them off," Martha answered, nearly as breathlessly. "Thought it would save time."
"You naughty thing, I think I should punish you for that." She resumed kissing Martha as she began stroking her inner thigh, then circling her fingers around her entrance teasingly.
Martha's hips bucked forward in response and she pulled her mouth from the younger woman's to growl in her ear. "Fuck me!"
Sarah Jane laughed softly and continued to tease until Martha reached down and grabbed her wrist, shoving Sarah Jane's fingers inside herself. She then proceeded to pleasure herself with the other woman's fingers until she came hard, muffling her cries in Sarah Jane's shoulder. Then Martha stumbled away from her on shaky legs, feeling appalled at what she'd done.
Sarah Jane quickly followed her, pulling her into a hug. "Don't run away," she said softly. "I enjoyed that."
Martha lifted her head, eyes bright with unshed tears. "You did?" She sounded disbelieving.
Sarah Jane nodded shyly. "I like it when you take charge."
"Oh." Martha wasn't sure what else to say about that.
"Come on, let's go back to my place and do this in comfort." She buttoned up her shirt again and Martha straightened her top, making themselves look rather less like they'd just had a quick shag up against a wall. Then Sarah Jane took Martha's hand and they walked back to her flat ignoring the curious looks they got from passersby.
Sarah Jane let them into her flat and Martha suddenly felt desperately awkward but before she could run away, Sarah Jane pulled her close and kissed her tenderly before nuzzling her neck beneath her ear. "I want you," she said, her breath tickling Martha's ear. "Come to bed."
She took Martha's hand and pulled her down the hall to her room. She quickly undressed Martha before stripping herself, then she gently pushed Martha to sit down on the bed. Sarah Jane straddled her, pressing her knees against Martha's thighs as she kissed her, and she felt some of the tension ebbing out of Martha's body. The older woman wrapped her left arm around Sarah Jane's waist and slipped her right hand down between them, sliding her hand through her curls before she dipped a finger into her core: she wasn't surprised to find Sarah Jane was already slick and ready. She easily slipped two fingers into her lover and began to stroke her firmly whilst her thumb circled Sarah Jane's clit.
After several minutes Sarah Jane pulled back from Martha to gasp air desperately as her arousal mounted towards a peak: she clutched at Martha's shoulders, her head thrown back as her orgasm rushed through her body, radiating outwards from her core to leave her tingling with pleasure.
Martha pulled her hand free, then leaned back, allowing herself to fall backwards onto the bed and pulling Sarah Jane down to lie on top of her. The younger woman nuzzled against her cheek and neck, licking and kissing random spots on Martha's face and throat before she rolled off her body to lie beside her. She turned onto her side, facing Martha, and propped her head on her right arm, stroking her left hand up from Martha's stomach to cup her left breast.
"You OK?" she asked, slightly concerned by Martha's silence.
She turned her head to look at Sarah Jane. "We'll probably be leaving soon," she said, sounding rather bleak. She looked away again.
"Oh." Sarah Jane felt her stomach do an odd flip-flop.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have got involved with you. I knew this couldn't last, that I'd have to leave sooner or later, I just - " She broke off, biting her bottom lip and Sarah Jane realised Martha was trying not to cry.
"Shh. It's OK, Martha. I'm glad we’ve had this time together, even if it has only been a few weeks." She slid her hand up to cup Martha's cheek and turn her face towards hers again. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. And if you ever come back to London, you must look me up again. Promise me."
"I - "
"Promise me!" Sarah Jane said fiercely. "Even if it's only to have a cup of tea and say 'hello'."
Martha nodded against her hand, wondering if she would dare to look up Sarah Jane once she got back to her own time. She didn't try to do the sums: she would do them later and work out the age gap, but she knew it would be big. She wondered if Sarah Jane would still remember her and if she'd want a reminder of her youthful fling with a young shop assistant.
* * * * * *
2008
Martha had been back on Earth for a few months and working at UNIT for just one month when she came across a file referring to the Doctor's tenure there as a Scientific Adviser. Amongst the papers in the file was a reference to a young investigative reporter, one Sarah Jane Smith, who'd been a member of UNIT. Martha stared at the name with wide eyes as she remembered a few weeks in 1969 when she and Sarah Jane had been lovers. She'd never told the Doctor the name of the friend she'd spent so many evenings with and she now realised how fortunate that omission had been.
She put the file aside, turned to her computer and did a quick search for Sarah Jane's name on the personnel database. What she found left her even more wide eyed with surprise than the file had done: Sarah Jane was now a freelance investigative reporter with a bent for investigating and dealing with alien incursions, and she had a teenage son. Martha wasn't sure what to make of that, given how old Sarah Jane must be by now. She dug a little deeper and found an email address, phone number and a street address. She made a note of all three, then wondered if she dared to get in touch again. She hadn't forgotten her promise to look Sarah Jane up but the long gap had worried her. Now that she knew Sarah Jane had travelled with the Doctor and understood about time travel, it would make it easier to explain the 40 year gap, but would Sarah Jane really want to hear from her again?
Martha decided to think about it and not rush into making a decision: after all, Sarah Jane had waited nearly 40 years, a few more hours or even days wouldn't make any difference.
* * * * * *
It didn’t take long for Martha to make up her mind. She arranged to take the afternoon off work and drove to Bannerman Road to see Sarah Jane. She had decided not to ring or email first because she couldn't figure out where to begin with explanations. If Sarah Jane shut the door in her face, then she'd know she wasn't welcome.
She parked her car around the corner from Sarah Jane's house, then sat there a moment, trying not to feel nervous. Finally she got out of the car and walked around the corner and down Sarah Jane's drive to knock on her door.
It opened and an older woman dressed in boots, jeans, a white blouse and a brown waistcoat stood there. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Martha on her doorstep and she clutched the door frame tightly.
"Martha?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Hello Sarah Jane. I'm sorry to turn up unannounced, but you did make me promise to look you up again. I'm sorry it's taken so long."
Sarah Jane beckoned her in, then pulled Martha into a tight hug. "I thought of you often after you disappeared," she said quietly.
"I'm sorry I just vanished. I wanted to leave you a note but I couldn't think what to say. And I didn't know then that you'd end up travelling with the Doctor too." Martha lifted her head from Sarah Jane's shoulder and looked at her. "When I found your name in the UNIT records and discovered you were still interested in aliens, I thought I'd look you up, as I promised to do. I've missed you, even though it's only been a few months for me. "
"And now you work for UNIT and I'm an old lady," Sarah Jane said ruefully. "The perils of time travel."
"Nonsense!" Martha exclaimed. "You're older, but you're not old." She kissed Sarah Jane's cheek. "Still a looker," she whispered in her ear.
Sarah Jane pulled back in surprise. "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do," Martha asserted. She reached out and cupped Sarah Jane's cheek. "I'd go to bed with you again."
"I'm old enough to be your mother," Sarah Jane retorted.
Martha shrugged. "So?"
"Would you really go to bed with me again?"
"This very minute," Martha said, grinning cheekily. "Or we can do it here, if you prefer?"
Sarah Jane shook her head, smiling. "The bed will be much more comfortable." She took Martha's hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. "My son Luke has science club after school so he won't be back until 4.30 pm."
"Then let's make the most of the next few hours," Martha said. She wrapped her arms around the older woman's neck and kissed her passionately, remembering how Sarah Jane liked to be kissed.
Within a few minutes they had undressed as far as their underwear and were lying on the bed together.
"OK?" Martha asked softly as she caressed Sarah Jane's body and began to bring her to a heightened state of arousal.
"Oh yes," Sarah Jane sighed.
Martha carefully pulled off Sarah Jane's knickers before dipping a finger into her entrance, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure. She smiled and leant forward to kiss the older woman, then slid a second finger into her. She gently stroked Sarah Jane to a climax as she continued to kiss her and she came with a moan of pleasure, her whole body shuddering in response to her orgasm.
Martha pulled her mouth from Sarah Jane's. "OK?" she asked again.
Sarah Jane gave her a dazed look. "That was wonderful," she answered with a smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Martha slipped her fingers free, then sucked them clean, her eyes half closed as she remembered the times they'd done this before.
Sarah Jane unfastened her bra, then reached out and unfastened Martha's. "I want to see you again," she told the younger woman as she pulled the bra free, then pushed Martha onto her back so she could slide her knickers off.
She slipped her fingers into Martha's slick heat and began to finger her as she teased her clit with her thumb. She leant down and sucked on Martha's left nipple, then grasped it lightly with her teeth.
"Fuck!" Martha couldn't help exclaiming with surprise, eliciting a chuckle from the older woman.
Sarah Jane switched her attentions from Martha's left breast to her right as she picked up the pace of her strokes, eager to bring the younger woman off as well. She released her nipple as Martha's body arched in pleasure and she came hard, her muscles contracting around Sarah Jane's fingers as she softly cried her name.
Martha lay limp for a few moments after her orgasm, then rolled onto her side and wrapped an arm around Sarah Jane.
"OK?"
"Yes thank you." Martha kissed the older woman's cheek. "You helped me to stay sane in '69," she said.
"I did?"
"Working in a shop after spending years training to be a doctor isn't my idea of a productive way to spend time, but I guess it was better than being a servant."
"I can tell you've got a lot of stories to share," Sarah Jane said.
"I don't think I'm the only one, am I?" asked Martha. "After all, I've seen your UNIT records."
"So you'll come back and see me again?"
"Definitely," Martha said, leaning forward to kiss the older woman firmly and Sarah Jane gave a pleased murmur as she returned Martha's kiss.