Over You
Title: Over You
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky
Summary: Martha's over the Doctor...
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Another missing scene for Season 4 - although this one's very much AU. It's based on the conversation a few of us were having over on lifeonmartha about Freema's comment that Martha is "over the Doctor" now - the suggestion was that maybe Freema didn't mean it in quite the way everyone was assuming… As so often before, parrotfish egged me on to write this, so this fic is for her.
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Martha surfaced inside the tank of Sontaran goo with a pop, a murderous look on her face.
"Martha!" The Doctor was standing at the side of the tank with a mixed look of anxiety and relief on his face.
She began to wade across the tank towards him as he quickly slipped off his coat.
"Are you OK?" he asked, leaning over the side to help her out of the goo. She struggled to find a purchase to scramble over the side. "Hang on." He reached in and picked her up, lifting her up and over the side of the tank in one movement.
"Thanks," Martha gasped, surprised all over again by his wiry strength.
"Are you OK?" he repeated, picking up his coat and obviously intending to wrap it around her, despite the goo.
"I'm OK." She leant back. "You'll mess up your coat," she protested, knowing very well how much he liked his coat.
"Martha, that's not important!" he exclaimed, hardly able to believe his ears; as if he'd value his coat over her health.
She shrugged, trying not to shiver; the goo had been icy cold, as she'd discovered to her surprise when they'd dumped her into it.
"You'd better get out of that," he said, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks. The flimsy white robe the Sontarans had put her in was practically transparent from the goo and he was trying very hard not to react; he didn't want to embarrass her, even though it was very hard not admire her curvy figure.
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, then stripped the robe off, noticing the Doctor had closed his eyes as he held his coat out to her. She turned around and slid her arms into its sleeves and he immediately wrapped his arms, still holding the coat, around her before turning her to face him.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said softly.
She lifted her face and looked up into his, seeing concern in his dark eyes. "Not yet," she answered, managing a half smile.
"We should get you back to the TARDIS," he said.
"Where's Donna?" Martha asked.
"She stayed at UNIT HQ," he answered, "looking after Luke's parents." He bent and picked her up.
"I can walk!" she objected.
"In bare feet?" he asked mildly as he carried her out of the warehouse and down the street to where the TARDIS was waiting. He opened the door and carried her inside to her old room.
"I haven't got any clothes," she said suddenly.
"I'll find you some in the TARDIS wardrobe," he assured her as he set her down on her feet outside the door to her room. "Go and have a bath or shower, and I'll see what she's got."
"Thanks." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then went into her room before the Doctor could gather his scattered wits quickly enough to respond.
He turned and headed down the corridor to the wardrobe area, wondering what his ship held in her size. He walked through the archway and swiftly climbed up one of the spiral staircases, following the TARDIS' telepathic guidance. He found himself facing a rack of clothes and started to sort through it.
"Aha!" He pulled a white, round-necked t-shirt from the rack, smiling at the cartoon on the front, then he grabbed a pair of jeans that looked roughly Martha's size. He crossed the landing and opened a cupboard to pull out socks and boots; then he picked up a couple of bras and pairs of knickers, not quite sure which ones would fit. He'd generally tried not to think about Martha's body too much, although he'd certainly dreamt about it a few times when they'd been stuck in 1969, sharing that tiny flat.
Don't think about it! he told himself sternly, aware that he was becoming aroused. He set off down the staircase, reciting Happy Primes to himself in the hope of redirecting his thoughts.
The Doctor knocked on Martha's door, the clothes heaped in his arms.
"Come in."
He went inside and found Martha sitting at the dressing table, clad in a fluffy, pale yellow bathrobe, and brushing her hair.
"Here you are," he said, carrying the clothes over to her bed. "Hopefully these will fit until you can get hold of some of your own."
"Thanks." She set the brush down and moved across to see what he'd brought for her.
"I, er, wasn't too sure about - " He waved his hand at the bed, the tips of his ears turning red. He was trying not to stare, because the short bathrobe Martha was wearing actually left very little to his treacherously active imagination.
"About?" she asked, not quite sure of his meaning. "My taste in cartoon t-shirts?"
"Well, that too," he agreed, hoping she'd shoo him out soon because now he could smell the shower gel and shampoo she'd used, and the scents were teasing his senses.
But instead of shooing the Doctor out, Martha stepped into his personal space and slid her arms around him and under his jacket, to hug him.
"Thank you for coming when I called," she said softly.
Oh Rassilon! he swore silently. "I promised I would," he answered just as softly, looking down into her upturned face.
"How have you been?"
"Missing you," he answered honestly.
"But you've got Donna," she pointed out.
"I have," he agreed, "and she's a lot of fun to travel with, but I missed my Doctor."
She felt her face flush with pleasure even as she ducked her head in embarrassment. "I missed you too," she said.
He felt an absurdly large smile settle on his face at her admission. "Really?"
She lifted her head again and smiled up at him. "Really." She stretched up and kissed his cheek, taking in his familiar scent of cinnamon, bananas and the TARDIS.
"That's twice," he said softly as she pulled away again.
"Twice?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"You've kissed me twice today," he said. "I think I ought to even things up a little, don't you?" He didn't wait for her to answer, he just dipped his head down to kiss her cheek; his lips were cool against her skin and she couldn't help a soft sigh escaping.
"OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, smiling gently.
"Tell me when to stop," he told her and bent his head to capture her lips with his, and his hands came up to cup her face just like they had the first time he'd kissed so long ago on the Moon.
He felt her press her body more firmly against his and her arms tighten across his back. He brushed his tongue across her lips and she opened them in response before her tongue slipped out to tease his.
Martha suddenly felt hyper aware of every inch of her body and she felt as if she was on fire everywhere his cool skin touched her own. She had told herself that she didn't think about the Doctor like this any more, but she'd known all along that she was lying to herself, which wasn't something she tended to do, but it had felt easier than acknowledging that she still wanted him even though she'd been doing her best not to think about it.
She lifted her arms from across his back to wrap them around his neck and at the same time he dropped his hands to slide them inside the bathrobe and pull her body even closer to his. She gasped slightly as she felt his arousal, and then a second time as his hands moved down to cup her bottom.
He pulled his mouth away reluctantly, knowing he had to let her breathe. "Martha?"
"Yes Doctor?"
"Would you allow me to make love to you?"
She looked up and saw desire had darkened his eyes, just as it had hers. "Yes."
"Thank you." He picked her up and stood her on the bed, then moved the clothes he'd brought onto the chair. He pulled off his jacket and tie as she sat down on the bed to watch, her dark eyes bright with curiosity. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off together with his t-shirt, then he yanked off his Converse, much as he had that day on the Moon.
"May I?" she asked, gesturing at his trousers which he'd been just about to remove.
He gave her a nervous smile and stepped up to the side of the bed, dropping his hands to his sides. She moved into a kneeling position and kissed him swiftly as her hands unfastened the button and the zip before shoving the trousers down off his skinny hips.
The Doctor quickly stepped out of them, then pushed them aside with one long foot as Martha brushed a gentle hand down his hard length.
She wondered if he felt as nervous about this as she did: it wasn't every day she got to make love to an alien after all.
He eased the bathrobe off her shoulders as he bent his head to kiss her again, trying not to shiver at the heat of her hand on his cooler skin.
"OK?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, just, you know, a bit nervous."
"Me too," he told her.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully.
"Really," he assured her. "I don't exactly make a habit of this." He brought his hands up to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipples and making her gasp.
"Two can play at that game, Mr Smith," she said, a mischievous look lighting her face as she began to slide her hand sensuously up and down his cock.
The Doctor gasped, then moaned softly. "Don't stop!"
Martha tilted her head up and kissed him, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.
"We should lie down," he said huskily when he found his breath again.
She moved backwards across the bed, then stretched out on her back and the Doctor crawled across the bed after her. He positioned his body over hers and she looked up at him with a smile which he returned as he eased himself into Martha's hot core.
"Rassilon!" He found she was both hotter and tighter than he'd expected as he sank into her.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yes, it's just been a while," he said, "and I'd forgotten how this felt."
He looked slightly embarrassed she noticed, so she reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him.
"Roll over," she suggested after she released him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, then obeyed, watching in fascination as she began to move up and down his length. He reached down and began to stroke her nub, smiling when she moaned in pleasure.
"You know, Doctor Jones, you're an awful liar," he said conversationally.
She stopped moving and he couldn't help whimpering. "What?"
"Well you told me earlier, when we met, that you were over me." He grinned cheekily at her and was startled when she return his grin.
"But I am over you," she pointed out, leaning forward to kiss him and brushing her breasts against his chest. "Right over you," she told him when she pulled her mouth free and began to move again.
"Minx!" he gasped, realising he was on the edge of his orgasm.
She chuckled, moving more quickly now as she sensed how close he was.
"Jack's clearly taught you some bad habits," he said breathlessly.
"How do you know I didn't already have them?" she asked, nearly as breathless.
"I - uh - ah!" The Doctor found himself unable to answer as his orgasm swept over him, triggering Martha's at the same time. She slumped down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, dotting kisses across her face.
"Thank you, Martha Jones."
"You're welcome Mr Smith." She lifted her head to give him a sleepy smile, then lowered it again. A few moments later she was asleep and the Doctor lay with a foolish grin on his face until he fell asleep too.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Martha
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Sontaran Stratagem/The Poison Sky
Summary: Martha's over the Doctor...
Disclaimer: I don't even own my brain any more, never mind Doctor Who!
Author Notes: Another missing scene for Season 4 - although this one's very much AU. It's based on the conversation a few of us were having over on lifeonmartha about Freema's comment that Martha is "over the Doctor" now - the suggestion was that maybe Freema didn't mean it in quite the way everyone was assuming… As so often before, parrotfish egged me on to write this, so this fic is for her.
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Martha surfaced inside the tank of Sontaran goo with a pop, a murderous look on her face.
"Martha!" The Doctor was standing at the side of the tank with a mixed look of anxiety and relief on his face.
She began to wade across the tank towards him as he quickly slipped off his coat.
"Are you OK?" he asked, leaning over the side to help her out of the goo. She struggled to find a purchase to scramble over the side. "Hang on." He reached in and picked her up, lifting her up and over the side of the tank in one movement.
"Thanks," Martha gasped, surprised all over again by his wiry strength.
"Are you OK?" he repeated, picking up his coat and obviously intending to wrap it around her, despite the goo.
"I'm OK." She leant back. "You'll mess up your coat," she protested, knowing very well how much he liked his coat.
"Martha, that's not important!" he exclaimed, hardly able to believe his ears; as if he'd value his coat over her health.
She shrugged, trying not to shiver; the goo had been icy cold, as she'd discovered to her surprise when they'd dumped her into it.
"You'd better get out of that," he said, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks. The flimsy white robe the Sontarans had put her in was practically transparent from the goo and he was trying very hard not to react; he didn't want to embarrass her, even though it was very hard not admire her curvy figure.
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, then stripped the robe off, noticing the Doctor had closed his eyes as he held his coat out to her. She turned around and slid her arms into its sleeves and he immediately wrapped his arms, still holding the coat, around her before turning her to face him.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said softly.
She lifted her face and looked up into his, seeing concern in his dark eyes. "Not yet," she answered, managing a half smile.
"We should get you back to the TARDIS," he said.
"Where's Donna?" Martha asked.
"She stayed at UNIT HQ," he answered, "looking after Luke's parents." He bent and picked her up.
"I can walk!" she objected.
"In bare feet?" he asked mildly as he carried her out of the warehouse and down the street to where the TARDIS was waiting. He opened the door and carried her inside to her old room.
"I haven't got any clothes," she said suddenly.
"I'll find you some in the TARDIS wardrobe," he assured her as he set her down on her feet outside the door to her room. "Go and have a bath or shower, and I'll see what she's got."
"Thanks." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then went into her room before the Doctor could gather his scattered wits quickly enough to respond.
He turned and headed down the corridor to the wardrobe area, wondering what his ship held in her size. He walked through the archway and swiftly climbed up one of the spiral staircases, following the TARDIS' telepathic guidance. He found himself facing a rack of clothes and started to sort through it.
"Aha!" He pulled a white, round-necked t-shirt from the rack, smiling at the cartoon on the front, then he grabbed a pair of jeans that looked roughly Martha's size. He crossed the landing and opened a cupboard to pull out socks and boots; then he picked up a couple of bras and pairs of knickers, not quite sure which ones would fit. He'd generally tried not to think about Martha's body too much, although he'd certainly dreamt about it a few times when they'd been stuck in 1969, sharing that tiny flat.
Don't think about it! he told himself sternly, aware that he was becoming aroused. He set off down the staircase, reciting Happy Primes to himself in the hope of redirecting his thoughts.
The Doctor knocked on Martha's door, the clothes heaped in his arms.
"Come in."
He went inside and found Martha sitting at the dressing table, clad in a fluffy, pale yellow bathrobe, and brushing her hair.
"Here you are," he said, carrying the clothes over to her bed. "Hopefully these will fit until you can get hold of some of your own."
"Thanks." She set the brush down and moved across to see what he'd brought for her.
"I, er, wasn't too sure about - " He waved his hand at the bed, the tips of his ears turning red. He was trying not to stare, because the short bathrobe Martha was wearing actually left very little to his treacherously active imagination.
"About?" she asked, not quite sure of his meaning. "My taste in cartoon t-shirts?"
"Well, that too," he agreed, hoping she'd shoo him out soon because now he could smell the shower gel and shampoo she'd used, and the scents were teasing his senses.
But instead of shooing the Doctor out, Martha stepped into his personal space and slid her arms around him and under his jacket, to hug him.
"Thank you for coming when I called," she said softly.
Oh Rassilon! he swore silently. "I promised I would," he answered just as softly, looking down into her upturned face.
"How have you been?"
"Missing you," he answered honestly.
"But you've got Donna," she pointed out.
"I have," he agreed, "and she's a lot of fun to travel with, but I missed my Doctor."
She felt her face flush with pleasure even as she ducked her head in embarrassment. "I missed you too," she said.
He felt an absurdly large smile settle on his face at her admission. "Really?"
She lifted her head again and smiled up at him. "Really." She stretched up and kissed his cheek, taking in his familiar scent of cinnamon, bananas and the TARDIS.
"That's twice," he said softly as she pulled away again.
"Twice?" She raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"You've kissed me twice today," he said. "I think I ought to even things up a little, don't you?" He didn't wait for her to answer, he just dipped his head down to kiss her cheek; his lips were cool against her skin and she couldn't help a soft sigh escaping.
"OK?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, smiling gently.
"Tell me when to stop," he told her and bent his head to capture her lips with his, and his hands came up to cup her face just like they had the first time he'd kissed so long ago on the Moon.
He felt her press her body more firmly against his and her arms tighten across his back. He brushed his tongue across her lips and she opened them in response before her tongue slipped out to tease his.
Martha suddenly felt hyper aware of every inch of her body and she felt as if she was on fire everywhere his cool skin touched her own. She had told herself that she didn't think about the Doctor like this any more, but she'd known all along that she was lying to herself, which wasn't something she tended to do, but it had felt easier than acknowledging that she still wanted him even though she'd been doing her best not to think about it.
She lifted her arms from across his back to wrap them around his neck and at the same time he dropped his hands to slide them inside the bathrobe and pull her body even closer to his. She gasped slightly as she felt his arousal, and then a second time as his hands moved down to cup her bottom.
He pulled his mouth away reluctantly, knowing he had to let her breathe. "Martha?"
"Yes Doctor?"
"Would you allow me to make love to you?"
She looked up and saw desire had darkened his eyes, just as it had hers. "Yes."
"Thank you." He picked her up and stood her on the bed, then moved the clothes he'd brought onto the chair. He pulled off his jacket and tie as she sat down on the bed to watch, her dark eyes bright with curiosity. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that off together with his t-shirt, then he yanked off his Converse, much as he had that day on the Moon.
"May I?" she asked, gesturing at his trousers which he'd been just about to remove.
He gave her a nervous smile and stepped up to the side of the bed, dropping his hands to his sides. She moved into a kneeling position and kissed him swiftly as her hands unfastened the button and the zip before shoving the trousers down off his skinny hips.
The Doctor quickly stepped out of them, then pushed them aside with one long foot as Martha brushed a gentle hand down his hard length.
She wondered if he felt as nervous about this as she did: it wasn't every day she got to make love to an alien after all.
He eased the bathrobe off her shoulders as he bent his head to kiss her again, trying not to shiver at the heat of her hand on his cooler skin.
"OK?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, just, you know, a bit nervous."
"Me too," he told her.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully.
"Really," he assured her. "I don't exactly make a habit of this." He brought his hands up to cup her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipples and making her gasp.
"Two can play at that game, Mr Smith," she said, a mischievous look lighting her face as she began to slide her hand sensuously up and down his cock.
The Doctor gasped, then moaned softly. "Don't stop!"
Martha tilted her head up and kissed him, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.
"We should lie down," he said huskily when he found his breath again.
She moved backwards across the bed, then stretched out on her back and the Doctor crawled across the bed after her. He positioned his body over hers and she looked up at him with a smile which he returned as he eased himself into Martha's hot core.
"Rassilon!" He found she was both hotter and tighter than he'd expected as he sank into her.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yes, it's just been a while," he said, "and I'd forgotten how this felt."
He looked slightly embarrassed she noticed, so she reached up and pulled his head down to kiss him.
"Roll over," she suggested after she released him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, then obeyed, watching in fascination as she began to move up and down his length. He reached down and began to stroke her nub, smiling when she moaned in pleasure.
"You know, Doctor Jones, you're an awful liar," he said conversationally.
She stopped moving and he couldn't help whimpering. "What?"
"Well you told me earlier, when we met, that you were over me." He grinned cheekily at her and was startled when she return his grin.
"But I am over you," she pointed out, leaning forward to kiss him and brushing her breasts against his chest. "Right over you," she told him when she pulled her mouth free and began to move again.
"Minx!" he gasped, realising he was on the edge of his orgasm.
She chuckled, moving more quickly now as she sensed how close he was.
"Jack's clearly taught you some bad habits," he said breathlessly.
"How do you know I didn't already have them?" she asked, nearly as breathless.
"I - uh - ah!" The Doctor found himself unable to answer as his orgasm swept over him, triggering Martha's at the same time. She slumped down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, dotting kisses across her face.
"Thank you, Martha Jones."
"You're welcome Mr Smith." She lifted her head to give him a sleepy smile, then lowered it again. A few moments later she was asleep and the Doctor lay with a foolish grin on his face until he fell asleep too.