A/N: Thanks for the support! thanks to the awesome persiflage for her red pen... thank you so much for your skills!

DISCLAIMER: I am only playing with them and promise to give them back when I'm done...Enjoy!

Chapter Five: Pangs of Guilt?

The beach hut couldn't have been more perfect; it stood alone surrounded by a small white picket fence, and had a perfect view of the soft waves lapping against the white sandy shore as the colorful native birds ran in and out the water like children at play.

Martha and the Doctor giggled at the birds' shenanigans as they relaxed in their lounges chairs.

Martha turned to the Doctor with a contented look on her face.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said, "This is what I need, to have some fun with the people who are dear to me,"

"Anything for you Martha Jones," he said, meaning every word, a slow smile forming on his lips. "You are worth it,"

Martha found her cheeks, growing warm under his gaze.

"This planet is so beautiful." Martha commented, turning her eyes towards the crystal clear water: she blinked away the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes. It saddened her that this would be the last adventure she would have with the Doctor. Why did I ever make that stupid promise to Tom? She wondered, regretting her decision. Martha knew in her heart that she wouldn't be able to keep her word – the Doctor had sparked her wanderlust.

Martha stood up and took off her sarong and laid it across her chair along with her sandals. She turned and looked at him, smiling playfully. "Come on, old man, race you to the water," she yelled, running towards the water.

The Doctor, hypnotized by Martha's mahogany legs and her apple-shaped bottom swaying from side to side, quickly discarded his shirt and trainers and ran after her, it didn't take him long to catch up and he scooped her up into his arms.

Martha let out a delightful scream as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "No fair, using your super alien strength," she laughed, as he swung her around. "Cheater."

He raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin spread on his lips. "Martha Jones, I do not cheat," he stated. "I merely bend the rules in my favor." He dumped her unceremoniously in the warm water.

Martha wiped the water from her eyes, tilted her head back and laughed as the warm water embraced her. The Doctor dropped to his knees beside her, her laughter was music to his hearts. Martha grabbed a handful of wet sand and threw it at him, it landed square in his face. "Martha Jones," he said, spitting out sand. "What was that for?"

"That's for dumping me in the water," she smirked, getting to her feet.

The Doctor quickly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her the legs, bringing her down with a splash. He turned her over and pinned her hands above her head. He grabbed a handful of wet sand and held it over her face.

"You wouldn't," she challenged him, a sparkle in her eyes.

"And why wouldn't I?" he questioned, smiling impishly.

"Because…" she giggled, keeping a close watch on his hand.

"Because?" he mocked, moving his hand a little closer, "that's not an answer,"

"Because if you do, I'm going to tell my mum and she is going to slap you stupid," she replied smugly.

The Doctor looked at her for a moment and thought about the consequences. "Not good enough," he finally said, rubbing the wet sand over her face.

"Doctor!" she squealed in surprise, spitting out a mouthful of dirt.

He quickly let her go.

Martha pounced on top of him, pinning him between her legs. "You are so going to get it Time Lord," she warned him; butterflies fluttering in her stomach as he wiggled beneath her.

He toyed with her belly ring, becoming aroused as he made soft circular strokes around her navel.

Martha quivered slightly.

She leaned forward until her face was inches above his. She studied his face memorizing every facet of the man who changed her life. She stared at his lips and thought about the kiss that started it all, the kiss her mind refused to forget. She knew it wasn't fair comparing snogging Tom to the one kiss she had shared with the Doctor, but there was no denying the Doctor knew how to kiss.

The Doctor held his breath as Martha lowered her face near his ear; she unknowingly brushed her erect nipples lightly against his chest. The bulge in his swim trunks became a little tighter.

"May I?" she whispered, her breath tickling against his ear.

"Yes," he replied, his voice strained.

Martha dipped her head and lightly traced his lips with her tongue. The Doctor's Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times as his breath hitched.

"More?" she offered, raking her nails against his sensitive scalp.

"Please,"

Martha cupped his face in her hands and kissed him sensuously on the lips. "Nice," she whispered, her heart tap dancing in her chest. "Very nice." She pressed her forehead against his; her temperature rising by the second.

The Doctor reached up and captured her mouth with his, much to Martha's delight and surprise. He deepened the kiss as Martha grabbed the back of his head, pressing their faces closer together. He slid his tongue inside her mouth; the move triggered a pleasurable throbbing sensation between her legs.

The Doctor growled hungrily, lapping the inside of her mouth; craving her taste - wanting more. Martha whimpered. She had never been kissed like this before. Their tongues danced, played tag, and hide and seek before the Doctor inhaled her tongue into his mouth. She would have melted in a puddle if he hadn't been holding her. He reluctantly let Martha's tongue slide from his mouth as they both needed air.

Martha was in a daze, the Doctor didn't hold anything back.

He looked into her dark orbs, trembling slightly; he reached up and caressed her lips with his thumb. Okay old man, he said to himself. Now will be the perfect time to tell Martha how you feel. He cleared his throat. "Martha…" he began, sounding more nervous than he had intended.

"Yes?"

"I…"

"Are you going to apologize?" she interrupted, her expression faltering slightly.

"No," he replied without hesitating, "I wanted to snog you."

"Good," she smiled, looking at his lips, "because I wanted to snog you, too." she confessed before licking his Adam's apple.

The Doctor hissed and offered his neck as a sacrifice upon her altar.

Martha accepted.

He tangled his long fingers in her braids as she planted love bites along his neck and shoulders. Martha slowly rubbed herself against his tight crotch - there was no mistaking what she wanted.

And he was willing.

Unfortunate for them Jack and Donna had bad timing.

"Sorry," Jack muttered apologetically; it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on between them. "We didn't mean to ah…"

Donna hit him on the forearm, "I told you we should have waited," she hissed. "Sorry for the interruption," she said directly to Martha and the Doctor.

Martha got to her feet, biting her bottom lip nervously. She was sure she had pushed things too fast too far with him. The Doctor grinned sheepishly as he jumped to his feet and dusted himself off.

He and Martha locked eyes.

There were no signs of regret on his face.

Martha beamed.

"Care to take a walk with me?" Donna asked Martha.

"Huh…uh sure," she said, tearing her eyes away from the Doctor.

"We will meet you two back at the hut." Jack replied, "Our drinks will be here soon," he nudged the smitten Doctor in the side.

"Okay."

The Doctor and Jack headed towards the hut while Martha and Donna walked along the shore.

"Sorry about that," Donna said, "I know how much you wanted to shag the Doctor."

"It's okay," Martha replied. "Imagine how awkward it would have been if we were caught in the act."

Donna thought for a few seconds, the image of seeing the Doctor's pale bare ass didn't sit well with her. "Puke."

Martha held up her left hand, her engagement ring sparkled brilliantly in Eros' sun. "Why don't I feel more guilty about this?" she wondered, a troubled expression forming on her face.

Donna studied Martha's face for several minutes; she knew Martha wasn't truly committed to Tom. "Martha, I care about you like a sister." She stopped in her tracks and faced her friend. "And sisters don't mince words," Martha nodded, thinking about her relationship with Tish. "You do not love Tom, at least not in the way a woman should love the man she intends to spend the rest of her life with."

"…"

"If you have any doubts, please don't go through with it,"

"Do you think I am making a mistake by marrying Tom?"

"That's something you have to ask yourself, love."

"I owe Tom; after all he died protecting me from Harold Saxon…" Donna hit Martha on the back of her head, "Hey, what was that for?" she asked, rubbing the sore spot.

"For being thick," the red head retorted. "You don't marry someone because you owe them something, you buy them a pint and call it even."

Martha laughed; she draped an arm around Donna's waist and laid her head on the older woman's shoulder. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

DWDWDW

Jack and the Doctor watched Donna and Martha walking along the shore.

"Does she know?" Jack asked.

"No," the Doctor replied,

"Why not?" Jack said teasingly, "your mouth seemed to be in good working order."

"We got… distracted," the Doctor said, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink.

"I don't think you need my help, you seem to be doing fine by yourself," he smirked.

"Jack…"

"I'm serious,"

"…"

"How are your dancing skills?" Jack asked, changing the subject.

"Who do you think gave Fred Astaire pointers?" he stated smugly.

Jack rolled his eyes. "And your singing?"

"Why do you think Bob Dylan sings off key?" He looked at Jack suspiciously. "What are you planning?"

"How badly do you want Martha?"

The Doctor's face softened as he watched her and Donna heading their way. "Jack you already know the answer,"

"Then listen to your Uncle Jack." He turned to the Doctor, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "How do you feel about disco?"

Before the Doctor had a chance to voice his objections, Donna and Martha joined them in the hut.

A/N: I wish I was Martha... I wonder if the Doctor should trust Uncle Jack...lol. Thanks for reading!