A/N: Thanks for all the love and reviews, I can't believe Christmas will be here soon! As promised this is full of Ten/Martha fluff...
DISCLAIMER: Just playing on the DW playground...Enjoy!
Chapter Fifty: Six Months Anniversary
"We are almost to the TARDIS love!" The Doctor shouted as he tightened his grip on Martha. They had narrowly escaped being captured by Crown Prince Ollan's soldiers and taken back to his pleasure palace where they were being kept as permanent guests of the Crown Prince against their will. A sense of relief washed over Martha as she laid eyes on the most beautiful sight she had ever seen – the blue police box.
The Doctor whipped his key out his pocket and quickly unlocked the TARDIS door – stepping aside to let Martha enter first. He promptly locked the door behind them and pulled Martha into his arms and held her for dear life. Martha rested her head against his chest, listening to his hearts hammering a mile a minute.
"Martha..." he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "My sweet Martha…" he ran his fingers through her hair and inhaled deeply, she smelled of her favorite shampoo and apan'yl, the exotic strawberries from Alfi, which she had begun to crave at the beginning of her fifth month.
"I'm okay love," she assured him. "I'm more worried about you," she lifted up her head to look at him. "You weren't exactly having fun when I found you chained to the wall in that dank cellar."
He dipped down and kissed her lips.
"How did you know where to find me?" he asked.
"Prince Ollan," she spat, trembling in anger. "The arrogant bastard bragged he was holding you captive in the cellar and wouldn't hesitate to kill you if I refuse him."
The Doctor's features turned dark. "Did he…?"
"No, no…" Martha replied quickly, sensing the anger in him building. "He tried but I stopped him with a geek move."
"A geek move?" the Doctor looked at her puzzled. "What geek move?"
"I'd rendered him unconscious using the Vulcan nerve pinch." She explained. "As I was contemplating how I was going to get pass the guards without raising suspicion, the door suddenly opened and in walked the servant girl, she took one look at Prince Ollan and knew I had to get out before he came too," she continued. "She took me through the secret passageway that led to the cellar."
"Clever girl."
Martha nodded in agreement. "I had to apply the Vulcan nerve pinch on her once we got down to the cellar as part of our cover story that I had threatened her if she didn't take me to you…and well you know the rest."
He kissed her again. "Martha Jones, how many times are you going to save me?" He whispered, holding her close.
"I don't know and I don't care." She whispered back, "You're my husband and I will always save you."
"Martha, I'm sorry all I wanted to do was to take you dancing under the multicolored stars of Proserpina to make up for the exhausting week we spent on Hellixum working with the refugees from the civil war," he said, upset his plans to show his wife a lovely time was thwarted. "I had no idea that I would attract trouble the second we stepped off the TARDIS."
"Stop blaming yourself, what happened wasn't your fault." Martha reminded him. "You reacted the way any man would if he was ask to turn over his wife to replenish some nob's harem."
"I don't blame myself love, it just that…" he sighed heavily.
"What?"
He scratched the back of his head. "I wanted our six months anniversary to be trouble free," he sniffed. "Was that asking too much?"
"Awww poor baby," Martha stood on her tiptoes and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "You really wanted everything to be perfect didn't you?"
He nodded. "I wanted to see the look of awe on your lovely face when you gaze at the sky and realize the stars are dancing in tempo with us." He explained, pouting.
"You are the sweetest man," she showered her husband's face with kisses. "Thank you."
"Thank me for what? It was ruined."
Martha's hearts melted a little as she looked into his sad puppy dog's eyes. "It wasn't ruined," she answered. "It was unforgettable and exciting and full of romance," she gushed, her brown eyes sparkling. "Doctor, it was the perfect romance novel; with the happily ever after ending." She gazed adoringly at her husband. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."
A wide grin slowly spread on the Doctor's handsome visage. "Martha Jones, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but what ever it was I thank Rassilion for it."
"So do I," she reached down grabbed his hands and brought them to her lips and kissed his knuckles.
The Doctor hissed as his wife soft lips touched his cool skin.
"Do you still want to take me dancing?" she asked, turning his hands palm side up.
"Yessss," he replied.
"Good," she slowly licked the palms of his hands.
He swallowed hard.
"We can dance on the observation deck and still gaze at the stars," she suggested, between sucking his fingers one by one. "And once we had our fill of dancing, I could feed you bananas and apan'yl dipped in hot, sensuous chocolate…would you like that?"
The Doctor was engrossed in what Martha was doing, he couldn't speak. "Huh-huh."
Martha giggled. "Some how I knew my sexy husband will be agreeable to that." She linked her small finger with his. "Follow me," she whispered.
"I have one quick question," he asked, following her lead.
"Ask away my beautiful husband."
"What else do you have planned?"
Martha stopped in her tracks and turned to him, she let her eyes linger slowly down his lanky body. "Well…for starters I'm going to kiss the freckles off your gorgeous face."
He responded to her answer with a lop-sided grin.
"Then I'm going to…" she winked seductively at him. "You know that quote 'In space no one can hear you scream'?"
"From the movie Aliens right?"
Martha nodded. "I plan on finding out how true that is." She hinted with a smirk on her lips.
The Doctor trembled in anticipation as his wife led them towards the observation deck to continue their six months wedding celebration.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
