A/N: Okay here we go, just to warn everyone in advance; I do not right this sort of thing. But, this chapter has to be written. So please be kind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

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To say that she looked beautiful would be a great understatement.

Martha twirled around in her new dress; she had bought in the shop downstairs. The soft red satin fitted her body and complimented her attractive curves and slim waist. The bodice was edged in fine lace and came off her shoulders.

The Doctor's mouth went dry, watching her complete her circle.

"I'm so glad that you bought a new tux. I want this night to be perfect, with no interruptions." Martha said as she came over to him and ran her hand up his tie, and fixed his collar.

The Doctor smiled, "Yeah. Well as long as you were getting something, I figured I should buy this too."

"You sound like a jealous child." Martha replied, shaking her head.

"Are you complaining?"

Martha took a step back, taking him in, "Nope, not at all."

The Doctor grabbed his jacket and put it on, buttoning the buttons.

"Shall we, Miss Jones?" He offered his arm to her.

Martha nodded and placed her wrap around her shoulders. She looped her arm through his. They left the room and went to the elevators.

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The only lighting was emitted from the candles on the tables, and the chandelier overhead.

The Doctor noticed some of the men in sitting next to their dates, looking up from their tables to see the woman on his arm.

He could not help but straighten up a little, showing his pride.

The waiter showed them their table, and he took Martha's wrap and helped her into her chair.

After the waiter went through his routine and the Doctor ordered some fruit wine. He left the couple alone.

The Doctor took Martha's hand with his own, and kissed it gently.

Martha smiled sweetly at the loving action.

"Miss Jones, your skin is completely irresistible." The Doctor placed two more kisses on her palm and wrist.

"Why Mr. Smith, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to seduce me." Martha put on a faux southern belle accent, but failed completely.

The Doctor just shook his head, and Martha shrugged.

"Miss Jones, you have no idea." He released his grip as the waiter brought the wine.

He poured the red liquid into two crystal glasses. He muttered something about the Doctor's excellent taste, but they weren't paying attention to him. The Doctor ordered the food for both of them in blur, wanting the waiter to leave them again.

The Doctor watched Martha as she brought the wineglass to her lips and sipped the crimson liquor. She closed her eyes and felt the full effect of the wine as it slid down her throat. The fruits were unknown to her, but they tasted delicious.

"Mmm." She looked over the rim at him, meeting his brown eyes.

He stared back at her with, lack of a better word, desire.

She brought her glass down, "What are you staring at?"

"You." It was a simple as that. "I'm looking at you, Martha."

Martha cast her gaze down for a moment, and then lifted her eyes to his once more.

The waiter came again with their supper, "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

The Doctor brushed him off with the wave of his hand, and began to start on his meal. Martha watched him a moment more, before she began eating too.

For some reason a smile could not leave her lips, as she placed a piece of potato in her mouth.

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The plates had been cleared and in their place a dessert of strawberries and cream.

The Doctor picked up one of the heart shaped fruits and dipped into the white cream. He brought it to her mouth and Martha bit off the tip of it, licking her lips removing them of the excess cream.

The act of feeding her was thought of the Doctor as merely a romantic one, but soon found it very sensual. He found his insides becoming rather turned upside down, and for the first time in a long time, the human act of being aroused affected him. And he did not protest.

Martha was feeling excited too, after all the man she loved was feeding her strawberries, nature's aphrodisiac. She did not know that the Doctor could be so passionate, when he wanted to be.

She wanted to get out of there he wanted him.

"Doctor."

He looked up, and saw the look in her eyes. The look was unmistakable. He nodded slightly, and then motioned for the waiter to bring them their bill.

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The walk back to the room was the longest and shortest walk the Doctor had ever taken. The feel of Martha's body next to his was wonderful and painful at the same time.

He walked in first, while Martha closed the door. He had barely removed his jacket before the body of Martha slammed into his.

Moans escaped through against to lover's lips, still holding onto each other. Two pairs of hands removed various clothing.

"Martha, wait." The Doctor managed to get out as he held her back at arms length.

Martha looked up panting slightly, "What?" Her expression was that of confusion.

The Doctor caressed her cheek softly, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes." She nodded eagerly.

"I mean it, is this what you want?" The Doctor implored her once more, he was giving her the choice, after all it was her life.

Martha nodded again, "Yes." She brought her arms around his neck before adding, "Is this what you want?"

The Doctor knew this was it, to moment he was waiting for, for three months. He took a deep breath, and lowered his lips to hers. When there lips met a soft sigh came from Martha and her grasp tightened.

He lifted her into his arms, in a bridal position, and brought her over to the bed. He knelt down on the mattress and laid her down upon the blankets, in the middle and placed her head on the pillows.

He straightened up and gazed down at her, "Martha are you sure?" He had to make sure, once more.

Martha simply nodded.

He leaned over and captured her lips; he felt her hands as she began to unbutton his shirt. He helped her work off the top. He threw it on the floor. Her hands roamed over his newly exposed chest and back. The Doctor moaned as his kisses moved to her collarbone.

"Doctor." Martha whispered.

The Doctor pulled back, "Sit up." His voice was heavy with emotion.

Martha did as she was told, she watch as the Doctor moved behind her and unzip her dress slowly, placing kisses down her spine.

He motioned her to lie down again; he worked the dress down her supple body to her waist. He put a peck on her stomach, Martha unconsciously sucked in.

The Doctor's hands traveled from her shoulders down past her bra and down to rest on either side of her slender middle.

She lifted her bottom for him to release her of the dress, and that too found its way to the floor. Martha Jones was clad in only her brassiere and knickers. For some reason, Martha felt no shame or fear to be laying there before him. And she had no desire to cover herself up. This was love, she figured and left it at that.

"Martha, I love you."

The removal of the rest of her and his clothing was not remembered by either person, nor did it matter. What matter was the fact that they had taken to the rhythm that people had done for millions of years. And neither had any attention in stopping.

That was until he felt it; it rose in him as he fastened his pace. She clutched at his shoulders and moved with him.

He was only moments away, moments away until everything that had been enlightened to him three months ago would be put into motion. It was then that the Doctor felt pulled into two directions. One was to stop everything and let the universe deal with its own fate, or to keep going; allowing Lily to be born. And the woman beneath him to die.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill her, he decided; that he loved her and he would spend the last some odd years together and if the universe was to end, he would be holding her when it did. Even if was not the right thing to do he didn't care, for once he was going to be selfish.

He was about to pull out of her when, fate decided for him. Martha wrapped her legs around him, keeping him in place.

The Doctor was too close and could do nothing about it, a second later it was done.

They both lay there, panting, and spent.

"Oh, God, Doctor." Martha sighed, "That was amazing."

The Doctor rolled off of her and laid next to her, he was almost in tears. The emotion was so great that it weld up in his eyes. It was done.

It was done.

"Doctor?" Martha asked as she looked over at him.

She saw the faraway look again in his eyes, and she felt a stabbing pain in her chest.

"Don't." She began.

He glanced over at her.

"Don't regret it. Please don't." Martha said, tears threatened to spill.

The Doctor rolled over and rested on his elbow that he hovered over her, and pushed back her hair. He kissed her forehead.

"No, I don't. Never." He wasn't lying. But, there was a tiny bit of remorse. He was about to stop, he was so close to stopping. However, fate was never kind, and while he tried to do right thing; according to him, fate stepped in a screwed him over.

He hated fate, he hated himself for not being strong enough to stop it. He had the power to prevent everything and he was left weak. And now all there was left to do was to, but wait.

The Doctor laid down, and pulled Martha close to him, her head resting on his chest.

"Thank you, Doctor, thank you for everything."

"No need to thank me, my love."

The Doctor took the blanket and covered them both, shielding them against the room's cool air.

He watched as the clock changed from 1:01 to 1:02, the relentless countdown had begun.

He listen to Martha's steady breathing, indicating that sleep had claimed her; and he feared for the day to come when the breathing would ultimately stop.