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Chapter VI

They reached a stale mate.

The man behind her stopped moving but kept his arm around her in a feeble attempt to protect her. Little did he know, Martha wasn't his to protect. She was HIS Martha, and possessions of one cannot be claimed by another without consequence. The Doctor kept his hands in his pockets, fighting for control once again. His stance was cool, but the way his eyes burned into hers betrayed the unrest inside of him.

He glanced up at the stranger only for a moment, but it was enough. Her former dance partner backed down. He felt his Time Lord dominance growing inside of him once again. He'd come to the party to talk to her, to make amends, but now that would have to wait.

She stared at him openly, almost defiantly. The other women at the party had stared and even solicited him throughout the night, but she was different. She was Martha Jones.

Without saying a word, he took her arm in his tight grip and led her away from the dance floor to the only corner not shrouded in moonlight, and down to the dark, roped off service corridor. He didn't care if anyone saw them, but he was certain that no one noticed.

Once they were far enough down the narrow corridor that they couldn't be seen by passersby, she snatched her arm from his grip.

"What the hell is the meaning of this? Doctor, what are you even doing here?" His grip and her anger had sobered her up quickly. For such a bright girl, she could not for the life of her understand what he would be doing at this party pulling her away from her Saturday night ritual. He didn't answer her, he just paced in front of her like a caged animal, ready to strike.

"Answer me, Doctor!" And he did, though not in the way she expected.

Instead of his usual jumble of words, he shoved her against the wall- aggressive, but not angry. She landed with a dull thud against the wall behind her and hardly had a chance to process what was happening before his lips crashed against hers.

Surprised, she pushed away with her hands braced against his chest, but her mouth drank his, allowing him entrance when his tongue begged an audience with hers. After the initial shock wore off, she allowed her hands to travel from his chest to his wild hair, pulling him closer. His hands explored her body for the first time: leaving their place on her hips to travel up her back, then back down to her bum- grasping, stroking and squeezing as they moved.

Finally, they broke the kiss, gasping for air as the oxygen ran out between them. She was still pressed against the wall and he was mere centimeters away. Martha searched his eyes for an answer, any answer. He wasn't drunk, no reason to believe that he was sick or possessed by anything other than lust. His eyes were softer, but they still held the same desire.

He assaulted her lips again with passionate, hungry kisses, biting her full bottom lip. She returned the kiss on tip-toes, getting as close as possible as he crushed her into the wall. His arousal pressed against her. His long fingers found the hem at the back of her dress as his lips traveled down her jaw to the sweet spot on her neck. She let out a low moan that spurred him forward. "I've wanted this for so long." He whispered, almost inaudibly. But she'd heard. And she reveled in it.

He lifted her dress, shielded by the darkness of the corridor and in one swift movement, he tore through the lace of her knickers- the drenched sliver of fabric falling to the floor. He found her lips and her clit simultaneously: his mouth devouring hers as he made small circles on the swelling bud between her thighs. Her legs quivered and she moaned against his lips. With his idle hand, he lifted one of her legs and she instantly wrapped it around him pulling him even closer. The only thing separating them was the thin fabric of his pants and his deft fingers. She was now completely open to him. He slipped one finger, then another inside of her. He was rewarded with another series of moans and he pumped his fingers in and out of her with a growing urgency. Both were caught in a haze of pure lust as the rest of the world disappeared. He stared at her intently and she was too far gone to see straight so she kept her eyes closed.

"Look at me. Open your eyes and keep them open, Martha" it was an order and she obeyed. She bit her lip to stifle another moan as she returned his wanton gaze. He got lost in the rhythm of his fingers as she tightened around him. "Yes... Just let go. God, I love you. Martha, you know what I want, give it to me." His admission and the heightening passion growing inside of her was too much as she reached the summit of her passion. She plummeted hard and fast gripping him for support as he continued swirling and dipping inside if her. Her molten core overflowed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. If not for the booming music from the party, she was sure someone would have thought she was being murdered.

They regained their senses and caught their breaths in their own personal silence away from the party. She flinched as his fingers moved inside of her- this time sliding out. He slipped one wet finger into his mouth, enjoying its taste. The second finger he held to her lips and she took it between her lips without hesitation, savoring her taste as well. She never broke eye contact as she sucked his finger- flicking and swirling her tongue around it. She found her footing and reached down to his waistband but he stopped her.
"Not here." He growled in her ear with a mischievous glint in his eye. He pocketed the silky bit of fabric from the floor before taking her by the hand once again and leading her deeper down the corridor.

They only walked for about a minute when he reached his target. He stopped short at the goods lift, sonicked it open, and pushed her inside before him. It was a short ride to the ground floor, but they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. It took everything the Doctor had not to take her right there in the lift. Between kisses and moans, he repeated his admission of love over and over again- the weight of the words lifting each time. She said it back, basking in their revelation and deciding that the third-degree could wait.

The lift stopped on the ground floor all too soon. He led her through the staff exit and into the narrow alley where the TARDIS was parked. Once inside, he carried her blindly through the console room and into the first room he came to. He'd intended to go to his own bedroom, but he couldn't wait. Besides, he had a feeling that the TARDIS had been busy in his absence. He silently thanked the old girl for thinking ahead.

Martha briefly noticed the beauty of the room before returning her attention to the doctor. The room was baroque themed, with decadent fabrics of burgundy and gold and dark wooden furniture. Illuminated with candles, the room practically dripped with old-world romanticism. The TARDIS is definitely trying to get him laid, she thought to herself.

The thought was fleeting and was cut short by his lips on hers. Suddenly, it was gone, and for a moment she was in the air as he tossed her small frame easily onto the plush bed. He positioned himself between her legs and admired the sight. "You're so beautiful… this dress is quite nice really," She felt naked under his scrutiny, then his eyes met hers: the playful gleam was back. He leaned down and began a trail of kisses up her left thigh. "But as good as it looks on you, I have a feeling that it would look even better on the floor." He started another trail up her other thigh.

She was at a loss for words, only moans of anticipation escaped her lips. He yanked the dress down over her body in one smooth motion and in an instant she was naked, save for her black pumps and diamond stud earrings.

She helped him out of his clothes, popping buttons and tearing at the fabrics. Soon they were both naked. He was rock hard and solid, finally free of his fabric prison, and he wasted no time claiming his reward. He slammed into her, almost brusquely, causing her to curse on contact. He pulled out of her almost completely, and then filled her again- this time slowly, more deliberately. She leaned up on her elbows and bit her lip. She'd waited far too long. "Doctor," she moaned as he slammed into her again. "Oh, God! Doctor, Fuck me!" She demanded. He closed his eyes and slowed even more. Her words, her expletives made it impossible to refuse her. It turned him on in such a way that he couldn't help but to pile drive her into the mattress. He took her by her ankles and draped them over his shoulders. Then, leaning down so that his face was close to hers and her knees were by her ears, he whispered "Your wish is my command, my love." And with that he proceeded to fuck her into oblivion, stretching her to capacity.

She screamed and moaned in beautiful agony- pleasure and pain melting together into sweet ecstasy. It took all of his will not to release at that very moment, but he knew he had to make it last. Her moans were even more motivation to keep going. They were like music to him, a symphony, a concerto. So he thrust with everything he had until he felt her tighten around him. She was quickly reaching the height of frenzy, moaning encouragements in French.

They were lost in each other, reaching the summit then spiraling in descent as they gripped one another's sweaty bodies. She clawed as his back as her pool of desire overflowed once again, her senses replaced with white noise. He emptied himself inside of her, the sensation almost painful. He roared as the feeling overtook him.

The came back down from their momentary high completely spent. She closed her eyes, convinced that she could die happy, and he had just enough energy to kiss her lips softly before he collapsed in her arms into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in years.

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