1001 Whovian Nights Part 6
Title: 1001 Whovian Nights Part 6
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None (Set post-S3)
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This the sixth set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
I've done my usual trick of linking a bunch of prompts into a story and all the following prompts are from gylzgirl.
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Quiver
The Doctor watched as Martha drew an arrow from the quiver at her back, set it in her bow and then fired. The Karing fell from its perch on the branch above them and lay stunned on the grass. Martha stepped back a pace, then drew a second arrow; within minutes the grass was littered with the bodies of a dozen Karing: small, bat-like, omnivorous creatures that had no business at all being on Eocene. The Doctor gathered up the creatures and Martha pulled her arrows free: he'd been slightly embarrassed when they'd first discovered that she was a much better shot with a bow and arrow than he was, but now he was just immensely proud of her natural ability.
"Is that all of them?" she asked him as she dropped the arrows back into the quiver, then slung it across her shoulder.
"Every last one," he said cheerfully, offering her the cage so he could take the bow from her and sling it across his back. Once he had it settled comfortably he took the cage back and tucked it under one arm, then offered her his free hand which she accepted.
"Let's get these little blighters back to the TARDIS then we can see about taking them back home."
"And after that I need a shower," Martha said.
"I've got a better plan," the Doctor said, grinning widely when she sent an enquiring look his way.
"Oh you have, have you?" she asked. He nodded. "Are you going to tell me?"
"Nope!" His grin widened when she rolled her eyes.
"Tease," she said, but he could hear the humour and affection in her voice.
He squeezed her fingers. "Always," he said softly.
He waited whilst she pulled her TARDIS key from the neck of her peasant blouse and unlocked the door, then followed her up the ramp. She looked good, as she always did, but he especially liked her in the ivory blouse and brown suede skirt teamed with brown leather boots that she currently wore.
"I can feel you looking at me," she commented as she walked across the Control Room.
"Do you blame me?" he asked. "You always look gorgeous, but in that outfit - " He left the sentence unfinished as she swung the quiver to the floor by the Captain's chair and turned to face him.
He set down the cage, then pulled the bow off and put it on top of the quiver, before stepping to her and wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm the luckiest man alive," he murmured as she wrapped her arms around him in return.
"Flatterer," she answered as she pressed a cheek against his chest.
"Never," he said. "I would never waste flattery on you Doctor Jones." He slipped his hands under her blouse to stroke across her back in circles and she tilted her head up, asking silently for a kiss. He promptly bent his head and gave her what she wanted; since she'd rejoined him in his travels he'd found himself very unwilling to refuse her anything she wanted, not that she asked for much. He wondered sometimes if she was afraid to ask and decided that at some point soon he would have to ask her.
* * * * * *
Ice
After they'd dropped off the Karing, the Doctor showed Martha the TARDIS' latest addition to her rooms: a Jacuzzi.
"This will be much nicer than a shower," he declared, showing her into the room where a futuristic-looking tub was sunk into the floor.
"Wow!" Martha said. "Have I mentioned lately how much I love your ship Mr Smith?"
"Maybe once or twice," he said as he began to take off his jacket and tie, and smiling in anticipation as she lifted the hem of her top up.
A few hours later they took the TARDIS to Diamanten, an astonishing ice world which they explored together on a snowmobile the Doctor had hired. He insisted that Martha, bundled up in an insulated ski jacket, insulated mittens and a ski cap, ride in front of him. He tucked a thick blanket around her before climbing up behind her and reaching around her for the controls.
"Surely it would be easier if I rode behind you?" she asked.
"But then you wouldn't be able to see anything," he objected. "Don't forget to pull your goggles down."
She nodded, then obeyed as he fired up the engine and they roared away to explore the wonderful ice caves. Martha thought she'd soon get cold but the ski jacket that the TARDIS had provided for her was so well insulated that they'd been exploring for several hours before she started to feel chilled.
The minute the Doctor noticed that her cheeks were starting to look slightly pinched, he insisted they head back to the TARDIS, even though she protested that she wasn't that cold yet.
"I don't need you suffering from hypothermia," he told her as he bundled her round with the blanket again. He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Just for once, will you please think of yourself?"
"OK, OK," she answered, reaching up to hold his hand. She turned her head and kissed his palm, then released it before he climbed up behind her and drove them back to the TARDIS.
Once back on board, the Doctor moved the ship into the Vortex whilst Martha peeled off her coat, hat, gloves and goggles.
"If you take that lot back to the Wardrobe room, I'll go and make some hot chocolate," he told her and she gave him a nod.
Martha joined the Doctor in the TARDIS kitchen a few moments later and immediately looked in the cupboard for a bag of marshmallows to go with their hot chocolate, then they retired to the library to curl up together on one of the big leather sofas.
He wasn't very surprised when Martha fell asleep a little while after she finished her hot chocolate since they'd had a very busy day. He shifted around so that he could pick her up without disturbing her, then carried her to their room. She was so soundly asleep that he was able to get her out of her clothes and into her pyjamas without waking her. He quickly changed into his own pyjamas, then climbed into bed beside her. Whilst he didn't need as much sleep as she did, he had discovered a great deal of pleasure in snuggling up in bed with Martha for at least a few hours whilst she slept.
* * * * * *
Bullets
Martha tried to ignore the bullets whizzing mere feet above her head as she worked to treat the Doctor's wounds. It was ironic, she thought, that they'd managed to have three days of peaceful visits to other planets only to step right into the middle of a battle on the fourth.
They'd barely stepped out of the TARDIS when they'd heard the sound of bullets and the whine of shells overhead and the Doctor had immediately stepped in front of Martha, shielding her with his body. When she'd objected, he'd reminded her that he could regenerate if necessary, whereas she couldn't and she was by far the better surgeon of the two of them. Seconds later, he'd been hit simultaneously by two shots and she had only just managed not to cry out in horror. Luckily the bullets hadn't hit anything vital: she still remembered the horror she'd felt when he'd told her about his seventh incarnation's experience of being shot.
The time she'd spent travelling the world to defeat the Master and then working for UNIT had taught her to always carry an emergency medical kit about her person, so she'd been able to set to work on dressing both wounds immediately. The Doctor was still conscious, if rather woozy, which meant that if she could get him to his feet without either one of them being hit, she would be able to get him back into the TARDIS for proper treatment.
"How you doing?" she asked quietly as she waited to see if there was going to be a lull in the firing.
"I'll live," he said, smiling in spite of the pain in his shoulder and side. "Thanks to you." He squeezed her fingers and she squeezed back, trying not to worry about the fact that his fingers didn't have their usual strength.
There was a sudden pause and Martha immediately hauled the Doctor up to his feet, both of them gasping a little with the effort. He might not weigh much, but he was a good bit taller than Martha, so moving him wasn't easy. He clung to her as she unlocked the TARDIS door, then staggered up the ramp with her. They made it across the Control Room and Martha let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the TARDIS had switched her rooms around so that the Med Bay was the first room in the corridor. She guided the Doctor inside and helped him out of his clothes then up onto a bed. She pulled on a pair of gloves and gave him some anaesthetic, relieved beyond measure that she'd made him teach her about his physiology and the equipment in the Med Bay in case of emergencies.
Martha held the Doctor's hand as the drug took effect, then pulled off the gloves and her leather jacket before scrubbing up. She pulled on the white coat that the TARDIS had provided for her on her return to travelling with the Doctor, then set out the necessary tools to treat the Time Lord's wounds properly.
* * * * * *
Bandages
The Doctor sat propped up in bed, his left arm bandaged and in a sling, and bandages around his middle to hold the dressing in place over the bullet wound in his side. He looked slightly bored at the moment and Martha was suddenly reminded of trying to entertain her brother Leo when he was small and sick.
She sat down on the side of their bed and looked down at the Time Lord. "What do you want to do then? Besides get up, which you can't do until tomorrow."
"I don't know," he answered trying not to sound sulky. "I hate lying in bed with nothing to do."
"I could knock you out for 24 hours," she suggested with a mischievous smile.
He gaped up at her. "You wouldn't?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Not really, but if you're that fed up, sleeping through the next 24 hours is one way of dealing with your boredom. Why don't we read aloud to each other? Or you can tell me stories of your adventures."
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Reading aloud sounds like a good idea," he said. "Do you want to go and grab some books from the library?"
"If it'll keep you happy, I'll read you all seven Harry Potter books," Martha responded with a grin.
"Nah, but bring the third one with you please."
She gave him a brief salute, then went off to the library pleased that she'd thought of something to occupy the Doctor until he'd healed. Ten minutes later she returned with a large stack of books which she dropped onto the bed beside the Doctor, before she kicked off her shoes and climbed up next to him.
"What did you bring?" asked the Time Lord.
"All sorts," she answered.
"So you did." He started piling the books up in categories: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and The Hobbit; Inspector Morse and an Agatha Christie novels; Pride and Prejudice; Richard II and a collection of Shakespeare's Sonnets; the Oxford Book of English Verse, and finally a fat collection of Roald Dahl's short stories.
He gave her a big grin. "Excellent choices all, Doctor Jones."
"Thanks. What do you want to read first?"
"Let's start with young Harry, shall we?" he suggested as he put on his glasses. "Are you going to change into your jim-jams?"
"If you like," Martha answered. She moved off the bed and pulled her pyjamas from under her pillow, then undressed, aware that the Doctor was watching her intently. She crawled across the bed to his side, then settled herself so that her back was against his chest on the right side. He immediately curled his right arm around her then rested his chin on the top of her head as she picked up the Harry Potter book and began to read aloud:
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year…
* * * * * *
Home
A few days after their rather uncomfortable trip to Strid, the Doctor was feeling 100% fit and well again, and bouncing about the console in his usual manic manner.
"Right then Doctor Jones, I think it's time I took you home," he said as he began his usual preparations for taking the TARDIS somewhere.
"Take me home?" Martha asked, staring at him in surprise. "Why?"
"Hmm?" He looked up at her. "I'm not getting rid of you, silly," he said gently, crossing to where she sat on the Captain's chair and wrapping his arms around her. "I thought it was time I took you home to see your family. Let them know you're safe and well still."
"Oh!" She sounded so relieved that he let go of her, then knelt in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. "Martha, don't you know yet that the only time you'll be leaving here, barring misfortune, is when you choose to leave? I'd just as soon cut off my right arm, fighting hand and all, than try to make you leave. You're a free agent and you can come and go as you choose. You'll always be welcome on board the TARDIS, but if you ever feel the need for a spell on Earth, then you've only got to say the word. OK?"
"OK."
"Good. He leant forward and kissed her softly. "You're my Doctor," he said quietly, leaning his forehead against hers, "and I don't want to lose you, but there will come a time when I must. Until then the TARDIS is your home as much as she is mine." He kissed her forehead, then got up and set about taking them back to 21st century Earth.
"Why don't you give your mum a ring, let her know you're coming?" he suggested as he released the handbrake.
"Oh yeah." She pulled her mobile out of her jeans pocket and hit the speed dial button for her mum.
The Doctor tuned out Martha's conversation with Francine thinking, instead, about the fact that Martha had apparently believed that he would take her home on a whim and without giving her any say in the matter. He had thought she knew better than that by now, but it seemed he'd been mistaken and he wondered if there was a way of persuading her to believe it.
~~~
A few hours later, they said their farewells to Martha's family and made their way back to the TARDIS. The Doctor took them out of Time and Space, then grabbed Martha's hand and gently pulled her out of the Control Room.
"Doctor?" she said uncertainly.
"Martha, we're going to bed." He guided her down the corridor towards their room.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "We are?"
He nodded. "We are."
"Is there any particular reason why we're going to bed now?" she asked. "It's technically the middle of the day."
"I'm not planning on either of us getting any sleep soon," he told her as he pushed open the bedroom door.
"Oh!" She couldn't help blushing at his declaration. "I - " The Doctor cut her off as he clasped her face and began to kiss her deeply. A shiver of arousal ran through her body and she couldn't help moaning into his mouth as his tongue explored her mouth.
A short while later they were both naked and the Doctor was beginning a slow exploration of her body with his mouth. Martha had no idea what had provoked this but she found she was beginning to care less and less as the Time Lord worked his way lower and lower. Questions, she decided, could wait until later, much later with any luck.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Ten
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None (Set post-S3)
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: This the sixth set of my Not-Drabbles written for ladymako71's 1001 Whovian Nights Drabble Fest. Go, join in - it's Classic and New Who - and if you want to cheer and/or offer prompts, do so here !
I've done my usual trick of linking a bunch of prompts into a story and all the following prompts are from gylzgirl.
~~~~~~
Quiver
The Doctor watched as Martha drew an arrow from the quiver at her back, set it in her bow and then fired. The Karing fell from its perch on the branch above them and lay stunned on the grass. Martha stepped back a pace, then drew a second arrow; within minutes the grass was littered with the bodies of a dozen Karing: small, bat-like, omnivorous creatures that had no business at all being on Eocene. The Doctor gathered up the creatures and Martha pulled her arrows free: he'd been slightly embarrassed when they'd first discovered that she was a much better shot with a bow and arrow than he was, but now he was just immensely proud of her natural ability.
"Is that all of them?" she asked him as she dropped the arrows back into the quiver, then slung it across her shoulder.
"Every last one," he said cheerfully, offering her the cage so he could take the bow from her and sling it across his back. Once he had it settled comfortably he took the cage back and tucked it under one arm, then offered her his free hand which she accepted.
"Let's get these little blighters back to the TARDIS then we can see about taking them back home."
"And after that I need a shower," Martha said.
"I've got a better plan," the Doctor said, grinning widely when she sent an enquiring look his way.
"Oh you have, have you?" she asked. He nodded. "Are you going to tell me?"
"Nope!" His grin widened when she rolled her eyes.
"Tease," she said, but he could hear the humour and affection in her voice.
He squeezed her fingers. "Always," he said softly.
He waited whilst she pulled her TARDIS key from the neck of her peasant blouse and unlocked the door, then followed her up the ramp. She looked good, as she always did, but he especially liked her in the ivory blouse and brown suede skirt teamed with brown leather boots that she currently wore.
"I can feel you looking at me," she commented as she walked across the Control Room.
"Do you blame me?" he asked. "You always look gorgeous, but in that outfit - " He left the sentence unfinished as she swung the quiver to the floor by the Captain's chair and turned to face him.
He set down the cage, then pulled the bow off and put it on top of the quiver, before stepping to her and wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm the luckiest man alive," he murmured as she wrapped her arms around him in return.
"Flatterer," she answered as she pressed a cheek against his chest.
"Never," he said. "I would never waste flattery on you Doctor Jones." He slipped his hands under her blouse to stroke across her back in circles and she tilted her head up, asking silently for a kiss. He promptly bent his head and gave her what she wanted; since she'd rejoined him in his travels he'd found himself very unwilling to refuse her anything she wanted, not that she asked for much. He wondered sometimes if she was afraid to ask and decided that at some point soon he would have to ask her.
* * * * * *
Ice
After they'd dropped off the Karing, the Doctor showed Martha the TARDIS' latest addition to her rooms: a Jacuzzi.
"This will be much nicer than a shower," he declared, showing her into the room where a futuristic-looking tub was sunk into the floor.
"Wow!" Martha said. "Have I mentioned lately how much I love your ship Mr Smith?"
"Maybe once or twice," he said as he began to take off his jacket and tie, and smiling in anticipation as she lifted the hem of her top up.
A few hours later they took the TARDIS to Diamanten, an astonishing ice world which they explored together on a snowmobile the Doctor had hired. He insisted that Martha, bundled up in an insulated ski jacket, insulated mittens and a ski cap, ride in front of him. He tucked a thick blanket around her before climbing up behind her and reaching around her for the controls.
"Surely it would be easier if I rode behind you?" she asked.
"But then you wouldn't be able to see anything," he objected. "Don't forget to pull your goggles down."
She nodded, then obeyed as he fired up the engine and they roared away to explore the wonderful ice caves. Martha thought she'd soon get cold but the ski jacket that the TARDIS had provided for her was so well insulated that they'd been exploring for several hours before she started to feel chilled.
The minute the Doctor noticed that her cheeks were starting to look slightly pinched, he insisted they head back to the TARDIS, even though she protested that she wasn't that cold yet.
"I don't need you suffering from hypothermia," he told her as he bundled her round with the blanket again. He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Just for once, will you please think of yourself?"
"OK, OK," she answered, reaching up to hold his hand. She turned her head and kissed his palm, then released it before he climbed up behind her and drove them back to the TARDIS.
Once back on board, the Doctor moved the ship into the Vortex whilst Martha peeled off her coat, hat, gloves and goggles.
"If you take that lot back to the Wardrobe room, I'll go and make some hot chocolate," he told her and she gave him a nod.
Martha joined the Doctor in the TARDIS kitchen a few moments later and immediately looked in the cupboard for a bag of marshmallows to go with their hot chocolate, then they retired to the library to curl up together on one of the big leather sofas.
He wasn't very surprised when Martha fell asleep a little while after she finished her hot chocolate since they'd had a very busy day. He shifted around so that he could pick her up without disturbing her, then carried her to their room. She was so soundly asleep that he was able to get her out of her clothes and into her pyjamas without waking her. He quickly changed into his own pyjamas, then climbed into bed beside her. Whilst he didn't need as much sleep as she did, he had discovered a great deal of pleasure in snuggling up in bed with Martha for at least a few hours whilst she slept.
* * * * * *
Bullets
Martha tried to ignore the bullets whizzing mere feet above her head as she worked to treat the Doctor's wounds. It was ironic, she thought, that they'd managed to have three days of peaceful visits to other planets only to step right into the middle of a battle on the fourth.
They'd barely stepped out of the TARDIS when they'd heard the sound of bullets and the whine of shells overhead and the Doctor had immediately stepped in front of Martha, shielding her with his body. When she'd objected, he'd reminded her that he could regenerate if necessary, whereas she couldn't and she was by far the better surgeon of the two of them. Seconds later, he'd been hit simultaneously by two shots and she had only just managed not to cry out in horror. Luckily the bullets hadn't hit anything vital: she still remembered the horror she'd felt when he'd told her about his seventh incarnation's experience of being shot.
The time she'd spent travelling the world to defeat the Master and then working for UNIT had taught her to always carry an emergency medical kit about her person, so she'd been able to set to work on dressing both wounds immediately. The Doctor was still conscious, if rather woozy, which meant that if she could get him to his feet without either one of them being hit, she would be able to get him back into the TARDIS for proper treatment.
"How you doing?" she asked quietly as she waited to see if there was going to be a lull in the firing.
"I'll live," he said, smiling in spite of the pain in his shoulder and side. "Thanks to you." He squeezed her fingers and she squeezed back, trying not to worry about the fact that his fingers didn't have their usual strength.
There was a sudden pause and Martha immediately hauled the Doctor up to his feet, both of them gasping a little with the effort. He might not weigh much, but he was a good bit taller than Martha, so moving him wasn't easy. He clung to her as she unlocked the TARDIS door, then staggered up the ramp with her. They made it across the Control Room and Martha let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the TARDIS had switched her rooms around so that the Med Bay was the first room in the corridor. She guided the Doctor inside and helped him out of his clothes then up onto a bed. She pulled on a pair of gloves and gave him some anaesthetic, relieved beyond measure that she'd made him teach her about his physiology and the equipment in the Med Bay in case of emergencies.
Martha held the Doctor's hand as the drug took effect, then pulled off the gloves and her leather jacket before scrubbing up. She pulled on the white coat that the TARDIS had provided for her on her return to travelling with the Doctor, then set out the necessary tools to treat the Time Lord's wounds properly.
* * * * * *
Bandages
The Doctor sat propped up in bed, his left arm bandaged and in a sling, and bandages around his middle to hold the dressing in place over the bullet wound in his side. He looked slightly bored at the moment and Martha was suddenly reminded of trying to entertain her brother Leo when he was small and sick.
She sat down on the side of their bed and looked down at the Time Lord. "What do you want to do then? Besides get up, which you can't do until tomorrow."
"I don't know," he answered trying not to sound sulky. "I hate lying in bed with nothing to do."
"I could knock you out for 24 hours," she suggested with a mischievous smile.
He gaped up at her. "You wouldn't?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Not really, but if you're that fed up, sleeping through the next 24 hours is one way of dealing with your boredom. Why don't we read aloud to each other? Or you can tell me stories of your adventures."
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Reading aloud sounds like a good idea," he said. "Do you want to go and grab some books from the library?"
"If it'll keep you happy, I'll read you all seven Harry Potter books," Martha responded with a grin.
"Nah, but bring the third one with you please."
She gave him a brief salute, then went off to the library pleased that she'd thought of something to occupy the Doctor until he'd healed. Ten minutes later she returned with a large stack of books which she dropped onto the bed beside the Doctor, before she kicked off her shoes and climbed up next to him.
"What did you bring?" asked the Time Lord.
"All sorts," she answered.
"So you did." He started piling the books up in categories: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and The Hobbit; Inspector Morse and an Agatha Christie novels; Pride and Prejudice; Richard II and a collection of Shakespeare's Sonnets; the Oxford Book of English Verse, and finally a fat collection of Roald Dahl's short stories.
He gave her a big grin. "Excellent choices all, Doctor Jones."
"Thanks. What do you want to read first?"
"Let's start with young Harry, shall we?" he suggested as he put on his glasses. "Are you going to change into your jim-jams?"
"If you like," Martha answered. She moved off the bed and pulled her pyjamas from under her pillow, then undressed, aware that the Doctor was watching her intently. She crawled across the bed to his side, then settled herself so that her back was against his chest on the right side. He immediately curled his right arm around her then rested his chin on the top of her head as she picked up the Harry Potter book and began to read aloud:
Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year…
* * * * * *
Home
A few days after their rather uncomfortable trip to Strid, the Doctor was feeling 100% fit and well again, and bouncing about the console in his usual manic manner.
"Right then Doctor Jones, I think it's time I took you home," he said as he began his usual preparations for taking the TARDIS somewhere.
"Take me home?" Martha asked, staring at him in surprise. "Why?"
"Hmm?" He looked up at her. "I'm not getting rid of you, silly," he said gently, crossing to where she sat on the Captain's chair and wrapping his arms around her. "I thought it was time I took you home to see your family. Let them know you're safe and well still."
"Oh!" She sounded so relieved that he let go of her, then knelt in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. "Martha, don't you know yet that the only time you'll be leaving here, barring misfortune, is when you choose to leave? I'd just as soon cut off my right arm, fighting hand and all, than try to make you leave. You're a free agent and you can come and go as you choose. You'll always be welcome on board the TARDIS, but if you ever feel the need for a spell on Earth, then you've only got to say the word. OK?"
"OK."
"Good. He leant forward and kissed her softly. "You're my Doctor," he said quietly, leaning his forehead against hers, "and I don't want to lose you, but there will come a time when I must. Until then the TARDIS is your home as much as she is mine." He kissed her forehead, then got up and set about taking them back to 21st century Earth.
"Why don't you give your mum a ring, let her know you're coming?" he suggested as he released the handbrake.
"Oh yeah." She pulled her mobile out of her jeans pocket and hit the speed dial button for her mum.
The Doctor tuned out Martha's conversation with Francine thinking, instead, about the fact that Martha had apparently believed that he would take her home on a whim and without giving her any say in the matter. He had thought she knew better than that by now, but it seemed he'd been mistaken and he wondered if there was a way of persuading her to believe it.
~~~
A few hours later, they said their farewells to Martha's family and made their way back to the TARDIS. The Doctor took them out of Time and Space, then grabbed Martha's hand and gently pulled her out of the Control Room.
"Doctor?" she said uncertainly.
"Martha, we're going to bed." He guided her down the corridor towards their room.
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "We are?"
He nodded. "We are."
"Is there any particular reason why we're going to bed now?" she asked. "It's technically the middle of the day."
"I'm not planning on either of us getting any sleep soon," he told her as he pushed open the bedroom door.
"Oh!" She couldn't help blushing at his declaration. "I - " The Doctor cut her off as he clasped her face and began to kiss her deeply. A shiver of arousal ran through her body and she couldn't help moaning into his mouth as his tongue explored her mouth.
A short while later they were both naked and the Doctor was beginning a slow exploration of her body with his mouth. Martha had no idea what had provoked this but she found she was beginning to care less and less as the Time Lord worked his way lower and lower. Questions, she decided, could wait until later, much later with any luck.