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He sat on his bed, his back turned to the door. If he had heard her come in, he'd made no indication. Martha stared at him from the doorway and almost lost her nerve. There he sat, slumped in the dim light of the room, looking all at once like a small child and the 900-something year old man he was. Her heart bled for him, knowing how his latest foray through the stars had scarred him. But it also bled for the present and for the future that his actions had potentially damaged. She knew. She just fucking knew it could have been avoided if he'd only had someone- anyone- to curb him. That was usually her job. This would never happen again on her watch.

She walked slowly into the room, her boots clunked heavily across the hardwood floors of his bedroom. The short riding crop threatened to slip out of her shaky grip as she steeled herself into character. Martha tightened her grip, pulled back her hand and released- letting the riding crop connect with his back with a tight, satisfying snap.

He jolted out of his reverie and turned to look at her, shocked.

"Martha, what in -"

Snap. "Quiet."

"But I don't understand-"

"I. said. QUIET!" Martha said, controlled and commanding. She punctuated her words with three more sharp snaps against his chest and he decided it was in his best interest to obey.

And once he was able to shake off his initial shock, the Doctor was able to fully take in her appearance: in addition to the riding crop, she had donned a black lace bra with matching knickers. Her boots were black, shiny and came up to her thighs. The gloves she wore stretched up her thin arms above her elbows, making her look every bit the dominatrix that she wasn't in her everyday life. This dominant side of her he'd only seen on the battlefield, but rarely directed at him and never for purposes such as this.

"Now. Listen to me and listen carefully." She said, bending so that they were face to face. She placed her crop under his chin to raise his head. She knew what she had to say would be hard for him to hear, at least at first. But she also knew exactly how to take the edge off while also driving her point home.

"You are a Time Lord. You are the last of the Time Lords. It is your job to observe, uphold and protect the laws of time and space. To save lives when you can, to accept when you can't, most importantly, not to fuck with things you shouldn't." His eyes became hard momentarily, but then softened in regret once again. She pressed on, knowing that if she stuck to her ruse it would pay off.

"You are not infallible, nor are you omnipotent. You are not a god. Say it."

"I am not a god." He repeated.

"You do not make the rules. Say it."

Something had changed. The Doctor wasn't sure how, but somehow she'd managed spin his misery into something so purely erotic, that he was almost jumping out of his skin with anticipation.

"I don't make the rules." He said, a bit breathlessly as she ran the crop down his chest, and Martha knew that her little act was having the desired effect.

"You are not in control."

"I am not in control."

"Who is in control? Right now, Doctor. Who makes the rules?" Martha said, massaging the growing bulge in his trousers.

"You are."

"That's right. I am. Say it again."

"You are in control."

"Very good. Now strip." She commanded, straightening up and walking over to the reading chair in the corner. She sat, her left leg crossed over her right, as he obeyed with a trained eye on her. She granted him an equally smoldering gaze as she licked the length of the riding crop.

When, at last, he stood naked before her, she spoke again.

"Now, come. On your knees."

Again he obeyed, dropping to his knees and crawling the short distance to her feet. She swung her left leg up to rest on his shoulder, digging her heel in just enough to hurt. He winced in pain, but grew harder. His cock twitched in anticipation. The Doctor realized with a sudden rush of excitement exactly what she wanted. He took her leg in both hands and slowly licked up the length up the length of her thigh high boot and back down before repeating with the other leg. When he nipped playfully at her thigh, he was rewarded with another sharp snap to his now bare shoulder and a warning: "Don't get cute." His tongue followed the trail back down the boot, placed it back on the floor and waited on his knees for her next command.

Martha took a moment to compose herself. Never, in all of the time she'd known him had she ever considered him the submissive type. In fact, he was always the one calling the shots and making the rules. In the presence of kings and conquerors, the Doctor was always the dominant personality in the room. He commanded respect in every situation. Yet, he had no problem relinquishing control to her. In fact, he seemed to take on his role as he did everything else, with gusto. As if he'd just been waiting for her to tell him what to do all this time. She rose to her feet, figuring she'd better not disappoint.

She led the Doctor by the hand to bed and instructed him to lay down. When she was sure he was laying comfortably on the pillows behind him she straddled him, grinding her lace-clad heat against him. The Doctor let out an anxious sigh, anticipating the moment that his straining cock would finally get a bit of relief and remembering the warmth of being inside of her. It had been far too long since he'd experienced that kind of pleasure and intimacy and he now realized just how much of a luxury it was.

However, that pleasure would have to wait. "Not so fast, love. Let's not be too hasty." She said with a laugh and breaking character just a bit. She kissed him hard as she grinded against him once more. "You haven't earned your prize just yet."

And with that, she raised up; positioning herself not over his long-suffering member, but over his salivating mouth. She hooked a finger into the lace and pushed it aside, moaning as he began to devour her from underneath. One gloved hand gripped the headboard as the other dove through his hair, pulling him closer as she enjoyed the feel of his tongue over and inside of her. Martha bucked her hips as she fell into rhythm with his mouth. She rode him wildly and soon, her orgasm overtook her.

He brought her down carefully and she slid down his body, out of breath and thoroughly pleased. She no longer cared about keeping up the dominatrix act. She was sure he'd learned his lesson.

Once she'd fully recuperated, she laid next to him, kissing him softly. As their kisses gained in heat and passion, she pulled him on top of her. He wasted no time removing her knickers and plunging himself inside of her. He fucked her with reckless the abandon of a man possessed. Martha came twice more before he finally emptied himself inside of her with a soul shattering moan.

The Doctor slowly pulled himself out of her and settled behind her, littering the back of her neck in hot, sweet kisses and telling her how much he had missed her. She returned the sentiment before drifting off to sleep.

She woke up only three hours later, but the Doctor was already fully dressed. The urge to ask, "Where to now?" was strong, but he refrained. He knew that she couldn't stay. Not tonight. She packed up her things and dressed in the nightgown and slippers that she'd worn the night before. They walked to the console in silence, both dreading separation after so long. Martha was the first to break.

She suddenly dropped the white box, spilling the boots, gloves, and sexy lingerie onto the floor, launching herself at him with all of the passion and longing she'd felt during their time apart. He caught her easily, gracefully swinging her around to sit on the console where he took her for a second time. He took his time, slowly making love to her, kissing her all over before slipping inside of her. Though he didn't say it, she knew that this was more than just love making. The way he touched her and kissed her spoke volumes of reverence, appreciation and thanks. He didn't want her to go, but he wouldn't try to persuade her. He knew she had to leave.

They showered together and she finally scraped up enough resolve to make her exit. He gathered the contents of the box she'd dropped and handed it to her as they approached the door.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? If not for you, I'd still be wallowing in self-pity. Or making more bad decisions."

"I'm sorry for abandoning you. I was wrong."

They both fell silent. If he was being honest, when he first left her that night two years ago, he had felt abandoned and had been bitter about it for quite a while. He sighed, not saying what he truly felt.

"It was the right decision for you at the time."

"Well, not anymore. Call me whenever you need me. I mean it, Doctor. Don't hesitate."

"I won't." He said, not quite knowing whether it was the truth or not yet. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and whispered the words he longed to hear since the last time they parted.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

With that, she was gone and he wasn't going to stick around for the fight that was sure to ensue. As he dematerialized from her bedroom, he smiled. He'd definitely be seeing Martha Jones again.

Martha was surprised to see her husband sitting on their bed, his legs crossed, watching some comedy movie. Their wedding album, as well as her scrap book of strange alien occurrences, sat scattered on the bed. When the TARDIS door clicked shut, he noticed his stunned wife standing there and turned the television off.

"Hi." Tom said, turning to her and giving her his full attention. He knew she wasn't expecting him to be here; that she was expecting him and his belongings to be long gone. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be wrong. However, these weren't normal circumstances and over the past few hours- over the past two years for that matter- he'd had time to think.

"Hey." Was her lame response. Martha didn't know how to react. He didn't even seem angry. So she returned the white box to the walk-in closet and sat on the bed.

"We should talk." He said, and she couldn't read his expression.

"Yes, I suppose we should." She was steeling herself for whatever he had to say. However, nothing would have prepared her for what was to come.

"Well… where to begin," He said more to himself than to her, pacing. She always thought it was cute when he got nervous like that. "I spent maybe the first full hour wondering just what was going on in that blue box and thinking of exactly what I was going to say to you whenever you came out. I packed your things, then I unpacked them and packed my things," he said with a small chuckle. Martha didn't find it funny. "But then I began to really think about this- I mean really think about this. The situation as a whole. This …thing with the Doctor… Well, it's bigger than our marriage, isn't it?" He didn't give her time to answer.

"He told us that story and it was heavy. I mean it was so, so heavy. I couldn't imagine having that kind of responsibility. That kind of guilt all the time! But more than that, he leaned on you. He literally collapsed in your arms and I could almost see you physically shoulder that responsibility when it got too heavy for him to bear. He relies on you; well, for more than just a good shag like I originally thought. You bear his burden and, in return, the universe gets the benefit of him being clear-headed when he goes out and does… whatever it is that he does. From what I've read about him on the web and in your notes, he saves the world on a near-constant basis. But to keep him in check, he needs you to do what you do for him. And if that means that I have to share you sometimes…" His voice cracked just a bit and Martha finally saw how hard it was for him to admit the things he'd come to realize. She jumped to her feet and hugged her husband tightly and he returned the hug without hesitation.

"If I have to share you to help keep the universe safe, then I will. I love you, Martha. And I don't doubt that you love me and that this marriage means something."

Martha knew then that her husband, and her marriage for that matter, was stronger than she's given him credit for. And she knew that she would never give him any reason to doubt her ever again.

Tom wiped away a tear from his wife's lovely face before he kissed her heartily. "Just don't go flaunting it. Okay?"

Martha smiled and agreed, kissing him again before snuggling deeper into his embrace. They fell asleep that night more content than they ever had.

So... there's a sequel of sorts in the works. A spin off, I guess. Stay tuned!