A/N: Thank you all for your support and kind words, they really encourage me to continue! Much love to Persiflage, the girl is superbad.
DISCLAIMER: I am only playing with them, I promise... Enjoy!
Chapter Six: The Martha, The Bananarumaorgy and Other Assorted Drinks
Donna winked at Jack as she sat in the lounge chair next to his. She raised an eyebrow as she studied the Doctor's freshly tattooed neck and shoulders. "Nice work Martha," she said teasingly.
Martha looked at her handiwork and blushed. The Doctor smiled broadly, he was proud of his love bites. He moved over in his lounge chair and gestured for Martha to sit with him. She eagerly squeezed herself into the tight spot. To make her more comfortable, the Doctor placed his arm around her waist.
"Better?" he asked.
Martha nodded; she was in heaven.
"Where are our drinks?" Donna demanded, "We can't have a proper party without drinks."
"Sure we can," Jack countered, smiling like a randy schoolboy. "Want me to demonstrate?"
Donna giggled; he had already given her several demonstrations. "Your point is well taken." She cocked an eyebrow, smirking.
"Red, Red, Red," Jack sighed, his eyes roaming over her body. "What am I going to do with you?"
Before she could answer, Everest appeared at the hut carrying a tray of drinks.
"Hello my red headed goddess and my sensuous beauty," he greeted Donna and Martha, his tone seductive. He was dressed in a pair of white boxer brief swimwear that left nothing to the imagination.
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
He would have to show up looking like that.
"Sorry about the delay…" He looked at the foursome, his dark green eyes filled with desire. "…but it took quite a while to find the specific chocolate liqueur Doctor Smith had requested for the Martha…"
Martha's eyes widen, she looked up at the Doctor. "The Martha?" she inquired. "There's a drink named after me?"
The Doctor answered her question with a smile. "Donna gave me the idea," he said modestly.
Everest served Martha the frosty multicolored drink, she marveled at how the alcohols managed not to intermingle.
"What's in it?" she asked, running her fingers along the rim of the glass.
"Seven types of alcohol and your favorite chocolate,"
"Ba'thysean chocolate?" she squealed, remembering the first time the Doctor had presented her with a box of the scrumptious morsel. "You really suck at blow darts."
"I still do," he mused, looking into her eyes.
"What's this about sucking and chocolate?" Jack spoke up his curiosity piqued. "Is this is something I want to hear?"
Martha and the Doctor laughed.
THEN
The Doctor had taken Martha to Ba'thysea for a quick shopping trip. They ended up spending the trip in a cell because he had lost a game of blow darts against the reigning champion, a hunchback humanoid name Timber, who had an eye for pretty things.
The Doctor could never resist a challenge.
He was so confident of his skills, he offered Martha as the prize – much to her horror.
"Martha Jones you have nothing to worry about," He assured her, as he quickly sidestepped her right hook - for a tiny woman, Martha can pack a wallop. "I have had plenty of practice…with darts."
"Is that so?" Martha deadpanned, her brown eyes angry.
The Doctor quickly diverted his eyes, finding his red trainers very interesting.
Martha crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, not believing she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Okay Doctor," she said, "but if you lose there will be hell to…"
The Doctor looked at her, a maniacal smile on his face. "Don't worry Martha Jones." he butted in. "if I lose, and I won't, I will be your personal servant for a month." He vowed.
"Yeah?" Martha said, warming up to the idea. The Doctor knew exactly what was on her mind – she wanted to shag him.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But that will never happen," he boasted.
The Doctor never stood a chance.
And Martha refused to honor the deal.
"'Martha Jones you have nothing to worry about'," she hissed, throwing his words back at him. She was lying on the small cot with her face towards the wall. "'I have had plenty of practice…' yeah right."
The Doctor sat on the edge of the cot. "Martha," he began softly."I'm sorry, I really thought…"
She quickly turned around and smacked him.
"When we get out of here you are going to serve me breakfast in bed, draw my bath and teach me how to pilot the Tardis." she said, knowing her last request would be a lot harder for him honor.
"Don't you want to shag?" he asked, knowing how much that would pleased her.
"No," she said curtly, "I don't want to you to shag me because you have to. I want you to shag me because you want to. "
"Martha…"
"The subject is closed for discussion."
A week later they were back on the TARDIS.
Martha, still pissed off at the Doctor, went to her room after greeting the sentient machine with a warm hello.
An hour later, the Doctor tapped lightly on her door.
She rolled her eyes.
"Martha?" the Doctor spoke quietly. "Your personal servant has come to ask what kind of bath oil you want him to use in your bath?"
"Enter," she sighed.
The Doctor opened the door slightly and stuck his head in, once he was positive Martha wasn't going to throw anything at him, he stepped into the room. "I come bearing gifts." He held out a huge red box. "Chocolates?"
Martha looked at the box, he quickly opened it and offered it to her. Martha took the box and placed it beside her. "You said gifts as in plural," she stated.
He reluctantly handed her a small thick book.
It was written in Gallifreyan."What's this?"
"The manual on how to fly the Tardis,"
Martha was stunned; she'd never thought he would actually go through with it.
"I asked the Tardis to translate it for you."
Martha flipped through the pages, it was in English.
She placed the book next to the box of chocolates and stared at him, he looked so adorable standing there, his beautiful brown eyes drooping slightly. How could she stay mad at him? "Oh what the hell, I forgive you." She stood up and walked into his open arms.
The Doctor smiled; happy Martha wasn't angry at him any more.
NOW
Donna hit the Doctor playfully on the leg. "You should have won," she smirked as Everest handed her a tall glass. "You are full of hot air." She took a sip of the dark blue tropical drink with the pretty umbrella. "Everest what is this called again?"
"Eclipse sunrise," he answered.
"Fantastic,"
"You owe me lessons." Martha reminded him.
"Keep reading the manual," he quipped.
"You're too soft on him Martha," Donna said, "I would have slapped him silly until he kept his promise."
"I would have shagged him senseless," Jack added, winking at Everest.
Everest winked back.
"Here is your bananarumaorgy Doctor Smith." Everest passed him an appealing pale yellow frozen drink.
"You can't get away from bananas can you?" Martha took another swallow of her drink and licked her lips. "I could never figure out why you have such a fascination with the fruit, from a medical standpoint eating bananas are very beneficial but…"
"Stamina…" Jack blurted out, "from a sexual point of view the banana has certain qualities to help the male last longer,"
Martha nearly chocked on her drink, she looked at the Doctor.
He licked his lips and winked at her as a confirmation.
"Jack how many bananas do you eat a day?" Donna looked at him with a catlike smile on her lips.
"Enough," he responded matter of factly, his eyes twinkling.
Donna's temperature rose.
"How about you Martha Jones?" the Doctor asked innocently, "How many bananas do you eat a day?" He raised his glass to Everest. "This is perfect, I commend you." He turned his attentions back to Martha. "Well?" He moved his hand until it rested on her navel and began playing with her belly ring.
"Um…uh…" Martha cheeks grew warmer as the throbbing between her legs became more pronounced. "Uh…" It was hard to form a coherent thought while the Doctor was touching her. "Honey…" she said suddenly.
"What's that?"
"I…eat bananas with…honey…"
"Mmmm, sexy," Jack commented.
"I prefer bananas with chocolate." The Doctor finished his bananarumaorgy. "Everest, bring me another one." He waggled his brows at her.
Donna and Jack chuckled.
"Everest, my pretty, bring us all another round," Donna said, handing him her empty glass. "And keep them coming."
"Is there anything anyone need besides more drinks?" Everest offered, eyeing them all with desire.
"…"
Martha drained her glass, and handed it to Everest - wondering how a conversation about bananas became so sexual.
DWDWDW
The sapphire sky of Eros slowly turned to shades of orange, yellow, pink and purple as the sun went down to be replace by Eros' huge silvery white moon. The warm night breeze found the native birds cooing and the party of four enjoying a swim to clear their heads before heading back to the hotel.
Martha and Donna teamed up against Jack and the Doctor, and succeeded in beating them at a game of piggyback king of the hill. Jack accused them of cheating because Donna slid her hand down his swim trunks and fondled him. He lost his concentration and let go of the Doctor's legs – sending the Time Lord into the water.
"Awww, you know you liked it," Donna teased, gloating over their victory.
"Of course I did," Jack admitted, "but you still cheated."
"There were no set rules," Donna countered.
Jack swam next to her, "So you mean if I would have done this…" He reached into her bathing suit and pinched her erect nipples. "That would have been okay?"
Donna bit her bottom lip, her body tingled all over. "Uh…yeah,"
He dunked her underwater – surprising her.
Donna gasped; she tucked her wet hair behind her ears and swam after him.
Jack allowed himself to be caught by the spunky red head, instead of getting even; Donna covered his face with kisses.
The Doctor snuck up next to the kissing couple and splattered them with water, "Get a room," he said in mock disgust.
Martha laughed as Jack and Donna teamed up against the Time Lord, "Get him Donna!" she yelled, cheering her on.
"Martha Jones, I thought you were on my side!" the Doctor shouted, between laughter.
"I am," she assured him.
Martha swam to shore, sat on the cool ground, and observed her friends frolicking in the water. She clapped with glee as Jack and Donna finally caught the Doctor and freed him of his swim trunks.
"Here you go Martha!" Donna yelled, twirling his brightly colored trunks high above her head. The Doctor quickly snatched the trunks out of her hand and mumbled under his breath in Gallifreyan.
"Nice bum Doc," Jack chuckled, "Are you on the menu?"
"It depends on who's doing the buying," the Doctor quipped; he looked towards Martha and beamed.
Martha felt her cheeks growing warm.
The Doctor submerged underwater; when he resurfaced his trunks were in place.
As Martha drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, the Doctor swam to shore and stretched out beside her. He tucked his arms beneath his head and looked up at the moon. "I meant what I said a few moments ago," he said, still gazing at the moon.
Martha bit her bottom lip; she rested her chin on her knees and stared at the moon. "I know."
They sat in companionable silence that was soon interrupted by the birds squawking and running away. Martha and the Doctor turned around wondering what had spooked them, to their surprised four men dressed as gladiators, carrying a sedan chair on their shoulders marched towards them.
"What the hell…" the Doctor gasped.
The men came to a halt in front of them.
The leader, who could have passed for Russell Crowe's twin brother, step forward.
"Doctor Smith, Miss Jones," the doppelganger greeted them in a voice that could melt butter. "My name is Basilius." He smiled warmly at Martha. "My men and I have instructions to escort you to your destination."
TBC...
A/N: Thanks for reading!
