A/N: Thanks for all the continuing support it keeps me writing. And a big thank you to Persiflage, you are truly appreciated.
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Chapter Eight: The Most Unromantic Setting in the Universe
The Doctor tucked Martha's wet braids behind her ears.
Martha caressed the back of his sensitive scalp with her fingernails.
He growled softly in his throat.
"Keep that up Miss Jones and we will never get out of the shower," he warned her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What's going to happen if I decide not to heed your warning and continue Mr. Smith?" she inquired, as she continued her ministrations. As they were still connected, Martha's eyes widened as she felt his semi erect cock twitching within her. "Really Mr. Smith?" she gasped.
The Doctor closed his eyes and swallowed hard; Martha leaned over and outlined his right sideburn with her tongue.
"Oh Miss Jones, you are begging to be punished," he moaned.
"Is that so?" She wiggled against him.
"Yessss," he hissed.
"But what if I want to be the one doing the punishing Mr. Smith?" she whispered in his ear.
He opened his eyes and glanced at her, "What do you have in mind?"
"Nothing you can't handle," she assured him with a smirk on her lips.
"Whips? Chains? What?" His curiosity was getting the better of him.
Martha giggled. "Really Mr. Smith, we are in the shower," she said teasingly.
She licked his lips.
His groaned as his cock stiffened inside her slick heat.
"Punish me Miss Jones,"
"It will be my pleasure, Mr. Smith."
They reluctantly pulled apart and Martha instructed him to lie on the floor.
Her heart fluttered as her eyes lingered down his lanky frame.
"You are beautiful," she commented as she grabbed the lavender oil and placed it next to her, then knelt beside him.
She leaned over and flicked her tongue over his eyebrows.
His nose.
His mouth.
In response the Doctor parted his lips, eagerly inviting her in.
She ran her tongue over his gums and sat up.
"Martha…" he whined, pouting.
"Be patient Doctor," she chuckled. "And enjoy your punishment."
As she kissed him softly along his jaw line, his temperature rose several degrees.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as Martha lovingly planted butterflies kisses on his neck.
She kissed her way to his chest and flicked her tongue across his right nipple.
The Doctor jerked slightly as she bit his erect nipple.
The pain felt incredible.
"Martha…" he groaned breathlessly. "Oh Martha…"
She released his right nipple from her mouth, licked her way across his chest and inhaled his left nipple into her mouth, catching it between her teeth and flicking her tongue over it before releasing it.
She kissed and nibbled her way down his stomach, taking immense pleasure in his reaction.
She marked his thin line of hair that lead to the road of happiness with love bites, stopping at his soft patch of hair.
"You can't stop now." he moaned in frustration.
Martha kissed him on the lips. "Silly Doctor."
She poured a small amount of oil on her hand placed it around his engorged organ and squeezed slightly.
The Doctor gasped.
His hearts rate rose rapidly.
"Do you want me to continue?" she whispered, stroking his length painstakingly slowly.
"Yes please," he begged, arching his back off the cool marble floor.
"Are you sure?" she whispered, "I can do so much more,"
She slid a hand between his legs and caressed his balls as she continued to stroke him.
The Doctor called out her name.
"Me thinks the Doctor like this," she said teasingly.
"I do, I do," he moaned, enjoying her touches.
She licks her lips, watching the Doctor was making her hot.
"Want me to take you in my mouth?"
"I would like that very much," he groaned.
"Like what?" she bent down and licked the tip of his cock.
The Doctor spoke feverishly in Gallifreyan as her tongue made contact.
"Say it Doctor." She licked the rim of his cock, "I want to hear you say it,"
"Take me in your mouth," he begged.
"And do what?" She knew she was being unkind but after all turnabout was fair play. "You have to be more specific." He gave her a dirty look as she threw his words back at him.
"Take me in your mouth and suck me off," he hissed.
"Like this?"
Martha placed her hot mouth over his erect cock and swirled her tongue around his shaft as she continued to stroke him and fondled his balls.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he cried. Where in the hell did she learn that!
The Doctor grind against her mouth, loving the way she was making him feel.
Martha loved the way she could make him jerk with a lick here…
A nibble there…
She released him from her mouth.
Much to the Doctor chagrin.
She looked up and winked at him as she made love to his balls with her mouth.
The Doctor's breathing became erratic – he was almost certain he was about to regenerate into his eleventh self from the sheer joy of it all.
He growled in pleasure as she kissed and licked the inside of his thighs as she worked her way back to his shaft and licked him lick a lollipop.
She picked up her pace as the Doctor wrapped his legs around her neck.
"Oh Martha…" he moaned, he pumping his cock into her mouth. "I…can't… I can't…"
He exploded in her mouth.
Martha was so aroused; she quickly thrust several fingers inside herself. The Doctor swatted her hand away, replaced her fingers with his and quickly brought her off.
She released him from her mouth and kissed the ultrasensitive organ, the Doctor shuddered.
She kissed her way up his body.
The Doctor took his fingers which were covered with her ambrosia and placed them in her mouth.
She licked them clean.
He entangled his fingers in her braids and bought her mouth onto his, the taste of her sex on her lips fuelled his desire for her even more.
"You are a naughty girl, Miss Jones," he commented once they came up for air. "With a serious oral fixation problem."
She hit him playfully on the chest and arched an eyebrow. "Mmmm I wonder who I picked up that disgusting habit from?" she smirked.
He gazed into her eyes, "Jack?" he quipped.
Martha laughed.
"Jack has taught me many things but that wasn't one of them."
"Thank Rassilion."
"Are we going to be leaving the shower soon?" she asked, "Our skin is beginning to wrinkle,"
"As soon as I am able to stand," he joked.
Martha laid her head against his chest, "Okay."
"Comfy?"
"Quite,"
The Doctor's hearts danced in his chest as he stroked her back.
"Martha, look at me,"
She looked at him.
"I know this is probably the most unromantic setting in the universe…well it is the most unromantic setting in the universe, I mean a Roman bathhouse of all places? Anyway there is something I think you should know, actually I don't think you should know but you should know…"
"Doctor, you're babbling," she interjected.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "Where was I?"
"You were going to tell me something,"
"Was I?"
"Doctor…"
He chuckled.
Then his face became serious.
"Martha Elizabeth Jones, I love you."
Martha sat up and stared at him.
"Martha say something?"
"…"
His hearts slowly sank to his stomach.
"Martha?"
"You are right, this is the most unromantic place to tell a person that you love them," she finally spoke. A smile spread on her lips and her eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around him. "In a Roman bathhouse of all places? With wrinkled skin? As we are lying on a marble floor in a shower…?"
"Martha, you're babbling," he interrupted.
"If I don't, I'm going to cry," she explained, the tears welling up in her eyes. "The most amazing man I have ever met just told me that he is in love with me."
"I will cry with you if that helps." he chuckled.
"Do you love me really?" she asked, "I mean you're not saying this because you are under the influence of Eros are you?"
"I really love you Martha Jones," he responded. "The only influence I am under is my love for you." He looked at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Do you still love me Martha Jones?"
She nodded, her bottom lip trembling.
"I never stopped."
The Doctor exhaled, releasing the breath he had no idea he was holding, as tears of joy slid down his face.
DWDWDW
Donna and Jack groaned as they were awakened out of their sleep by a loud knock on the door to their penthouse suite.
"What time is it?" Donna muttered, refusing to move from Jack's side.
"I don't know," he yawned, "Maybe if we ignore them they will go away."
"It could be the Doctor and Martha,"
"I doubt it,"
The knock became more pronounced.
"Okay, okay keep you knickers on!" Donna shouted, finally showing signs of getting up.
"Donna can you please untie me?" Jack's hands were tied to the bedpost.
"Sure love." She loosened the silk scarves from around his wrists and winked at him.
"Cheeky."
Donna and Jack wrapped themselves in robes and slowly walked towards the sitting room. The four bottles of champagne they had consumed had wreaked havoc with their senses.
"Red, you sit down and let me answer the door," he suggested.
"If you insist." Donna felt her way to the couch and sat down.
Jack made his way to the door and opened it.
On the other side of the threshold was a handsome young man with sparkling sea blue eyes. "I didn't order you from the menu, did I?" he asked, his brain fuzzy.
He and Donna had played a lot of games but he couldn't remember if they had included other people.
"No sir," he replied with a seductive smile.
The ex-time agent would have returned his smile but his face hurt too much.
"Donna? Did you order a young man from the menu?"
"Pfft," she answered.
"I'm sorry you have the wrong suite,"
The young man laughed, "Sir, I am here to drop this off." He handed Jack a diamond ring.
Jack looked at the ring - confused.
"I definitely didn't order that," he replied.
The young man chuckled. "Sir, this was found outside the Roman bathhouse," he quickly explained. "It was caught in the sewer."
"Oh," He cleared his throat, "How do you know the owner of the ring is in this suite?"
"Miss Jones' name is engraved in it."
"Oh,"
Jack thanked him and shut the door softly behind him, he felt his way to the couch and sat beside Donna, she shifted her body and laid her head on his shoulder.
Jack managed to chuckle.
"What did the eye candy want?" she muttered sleepily.
"He came by to return Martha's engagement ring." He tried to smile but his facial muscles wouldn't cooperate.
Donna sobered up. "Jack," she gasped, taking it from him. "Do you know what this means?"
Jack managed a small smile. "The Doctor and Martha are shagging."
A/N: Sometimes my mind stays in the gutter a little longer then I want it to... LOL Thanks for reading!
