Part 28

The Doctor and Martha were both silent as the young woman prepared the tea. The Time Lord walked around the living room and looked at Martha's various keepsakes and decorations. Martha finally set down the tray before seating herself.

"So, what happens now?" she asked.

"You want me to tell you?" the Doctor inquired nervously.

"I mean, what happens as far as traveling?" she specified. "Will you visit more often than you have before the Muirbiliq incident?"

"I…ah," the Time Lord began as he realized his doctor would most likely not go with him. "I guess I'll have to."

"You guess you'll have to?"

"Well, I assumed that question meant you weren't thinking about traveling with me," he replied.

"You haven't invited me to travel with you, Doctor," Martha pointed out. "What else am I supposed to think?"

"I haven't asked you because I don't want to hear you say no!" he yelled.

"Sorry?"

"I said, I don't want to hear you say no," he repeated despondently. "I'm happy we're past all of the horrible things that happened; but, I'd be especially thick to believe you'd want to travel with me again."

Martha reached over and stroked the Doctor's face. "Doctor," she said softly. "Ask me."

"Seriously?"

"Ask me before I change my mind," she said a bit irritated.

The Time Lord cleared his throat. "Martha Jones, would you do me the honor of travelling with me again?"

"Yes," she whispered. The look of happiness and relief on his face made Martha smile. "Now, let's celebrate." She stood and began to walk away.

"I thought you were ready for bed," he told her.

"I am," she said with a wink as she held out her hand in invitation.

The Doctor jumped up and quickly took her hand. Martha led him to her bedroom with a giggle. Once inside the room, she removed his suit coat and put it on the chair. She stood on her tiptoes and began to kiss him slowly and sensually.

"Martha…wait…just…" he said between trying to stop kissing her and pulling her to him to continue that amazing kiss.

The Torchwood doctor finally pulled away with a concerned look. "What is it?" she asked.

"I just have to know," he began. "Do you know what year it is?"

Martha rolled her eyes. "It's 2009. What are…?"

"And do you know who I am?" he interrupted.

"Of course I do," Martha replied with a sweet smile. "You're John Smith."

"Sorry?"

The ex-UNIT Medical Officer started laughing. "I'm just winding you up, Doctor."

"That's just…" The Doctor couldn't form words as his mouth continued to open and close. Martha continued to laugh. "Martha Jones, I'm shocked!"

"You started it!" she playfully retorted as her laughter subsided.

"I can't believe you did that," he said.

"Do you not want to do this?" she asked. "Am I going too fast?"

"Of course not!" the man from Gallifrey insisted. "I want this just as much—if not more—than you!"

"Then kiss me already!"

The Doctor needed no more incentive. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He began to kiss her exactly as she had kissed him a few minutes before. Neither one of them would ever remember know how they were divested of their clothing. But soon, they were on the bed in their under garments letting their hands explore one another's body. The Doctor had been alone for so long, it was difficult to believe that being here with Martha felt so right. She was perfection personified…and she loved him.

"I love you, Martha Jones," he whispered as he trailed kisses across her jawline.

"I love you, Doctor," she replied. The Doctor stopped kissing her and looked around. "What is it?"

"No interruptions," he told her. He moved from on top of Martha and sat up. "No interruptions, Martha! Isn't that brilliant?"

"I took the liberty of leaving my phone in the other room," Martha explained. "I figured we'd better not take any chances."

"My clever doctor," he beamed.

"And don't you forget it," she teased as she nipped at his bottom lip.

The Doctor growled and pulled the beautiful young woman on top of him. Martha laughed out loud and situated herself on top of the Gallifreyan. She ground herself against his erection, which elicited a moan from both of them. The Doctor gazed lovingly at her as he lightly ran his fingertips up and down her arms. He finally placed his hands on her shoulders and lifted her bra straps before slowly pulling them down. Martha reached around and unhooked her bra. The Time Lord helped her remove it and moved his hands to caress her breasts. Martha closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, causing the Doctor to lick his before pulling her down to him and kissing her.

Martha couldn't wait any longer for him to be inside of her. Foreplay could wait. She pulled away and stood before removing her knickers. The Time Lord followed suit and quickly removed his boxer-briefs. Once he was lying on his back, she resumed her position on top of him. This time, she took his hard cock into her hands and positioned her wet entrance over it. She slowly sank down until he was fully inside of her. Before she started to move up, he stopped her.

"This will be over too soon if you do that," he told her as he tried to become at least slightly accustomed to the incredible feeling of being inside of her again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and lovingly fondled her hips. After opening his eyes, he signaled for her to proceed. The stunning young woman did not waste any time in leisurely sliding up and down his long, hard length.

Soon, the feeling was too intense, and Martha's orgasm slammed into her in the most delicious way. The Doctor watched her in awe as her mouth opened slightly and she gasped. He let her ride out the aftershocks before carefully rolling them over without pulling out of her, and began to move in and out of his lovely doctor. The rhythm soon increased and the Doctor came with a deep, guttural moan. Martha's second orgasm hit before he had emptied himself inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, panting.

Once he realized all of his weight was on top of the tiny beauty, he pushed himself up and rested on his elbows.

"I think I'm going to need to sleep for the next 12 hours," she announced.

"I can't let you do that," he replied with a smirk. "I'll want to do that again as soon as possible."

"Well, if you insist," Martha giggled.

"Thank you, Martha," he said.

"Why are you thanking me, Doctor?"

"I haven't been this happy in ages," he explained. "And it's because of you, my beautiful doctor." Martha smiled. "Just, please don't leave me again."

"I think this time, you'll have to kick me out, mister," she joked. "I love you, Doctor."

"And I love you, my Martha Jones!"

Finis


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