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Chapter 1: Martha feels
"Kiss me Martha!" The Doctor said in a fierce whisper from his seat in the dark corner. "Quickly! Come over now!"
Martha hesitated.
"Hurry up!" he glanced over his shoulder, "The Cygnans are almost here."
She hovered for a moment before clambering onto his lap, placing her arms around his shoulders and planting her lips on his.
Her mind raced as the sensitive folds moved towards each other.
The last time the Doctor's lips touched hers, a series of events were triggered: She fell for him; she traveled across time and space with him; she fought countless battles by his side; she had her heart broken and then she left him and the Tardis. She passed all her exams and was a working doctor and a senior member of the UNIT. She became engaged to Tom and then not engaged to Tom. Now she was taking her last trip with him - simply because (she told herself) she was depressed after leaving Tom and he did need company after Donna decided that she had had enough of running away from aliens and had had enough of running towards aliens. One late night a couple of days after she and Tom had had their loudest and final fight, she had returned from her shift at the hospital, only to find the Tardis in the middle of her tiny living room. The Doctor was on her couch, sullen and depressed, and she couldn't resist when he proposed one more trip "for old times sake". She convinced herself that it would be good for both of them.
Now here they were on the dark planet Cygna, being chased by bulky humanoid guards with strange features … and she had to admit that she found it exhilarating!
When her lips found their target, the sensation was as strong as a physical blow. Her lips tingled from the touch of him. Her toes curled. Her mind reeled. It was too much. Too much. Her eyes dropped to shield her churning emotions and she jerked backwards.
Did he notice?
Trepidation instantly became relief at the realization that the doctor, busy keeping an eye on the marauding alien guards, was oblivious to her reaction.
Still focused on the movements of the Cygnan sentinels, he urged,
"Come on Martha! Put some back into it. Here they come."
Impatiently he grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him pressing faces and lips together in the hope that, in the dim light of the grotto-like room, they would seem no different to any of the other intertwined couples.
She was therefore compelled to feel the softness of his lips, the coolness of his skin and the strength of his arms; forced to hear the rhythmic beatings of his hearts and obliged to savor the nearness of him. When his lips moved beneath his, she was in heaven.