TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO... THIS ONE IS FLUFF, BUT I MAKE NO APOLOGIES! THE NEXT ONE WILL REVEAL ALL!
BUT FIRST, THE SELF-INDULGENT, GRATUITOUSLY DIRTY BIT THAT HAS NOTHING WHATSOEVER TO DO WITH THE PLOT, BUT IS OH, SO DELICIOUS. I'D NEVER DENY YOU YOUR REUNION SCENE: ENJOY.
SEVENTEEN
After her shower, Martha couldn't help but glance outside. The blue box was there, right where it had been when she'd gone upstairs. She dressed in a cornflower blue linen dress for the spring weather, and said good night to her mum, promising to be back before breakfast, and crossed the street to meet the lonely traveler.
When Francine heard the grinding of the TARDIS disappearing, she forced herself not to run outside to try and stop it. She knew that Martha and the Doctor had many things to work out, and she would just have to trust that her daughter would, indeed, be back before breakfast as promised.
The TARDIS contained an observatory, which the Doctor rarely used and which Martha hadn't even known existed. They both preferred to do their stargazing in person, rather than through a telescope. But for a reunion between lovers, this room had it head and shoulders above the drift of open space. Once again, the Doctor had taken her up just to show off, this time knowing exactly where it would lead. He had even prepared some champagne, strawberries and fluffy blankets and pillows on the floor.
He led her into the room, and turned on some soft lights. She looked at the little love nest on the floor and mockingly said, "Presumptuous much?"
"Well, I'm a bloke," he confessed with a crooked smile. "It's what we do, apparently."
He pressed a button on the wall, and the room filled with a high-pitched, mechanical hiss. The shade was being dropped slowly, revealing a great, glass dome-like window that took up what felt like the top and side of a skyscraper. The universe came into their little world.
As it moved, so did they. The Doctor kissed his lovely companion, and then moved his lips to her chin, ear, neck. She smiled and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"
He answered, between kisses, "Showing off. Impressed?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed. Her knees grew week and she nearly swooned.
When he finished up back at her lips, the kiss lasted long and dug deep. When two people spend a lot of time together, and spend a good deal of that time in one amorous embrace or another, they learn the future of each caress, the intention behind every kiss. She knew... this one was not just a kiss to say I must have you now. This was a kiss that meant that time would stretch, and they would be spending hours among the stars, hiding from all else.
She was melting further with each moment, each soft flick of his tongue inside her mouth. She smoothly undid the two clasped buttons of his suit jacket, and slid her arms inside and around him. She untucked the dress shirt in the back and her hands crawled up, feeling his bare flesh for the first time in far too long. This one action seemed to create a warmth that surged through them like a Mediterranean tide. He moaned a bit as he felt the wave, and his body responded in kind. As her body became softer, slicker, more malleable, his was becoming harder, more insistent. This juxtaposition of events had always seemed to her both cruel and beautiful.
He led her to the mass of brightly-coloured blankets and pillows on the floor. She sat down in the middle and daintily removed her sandals. He removed his jacket and joined her. For a while, they just continued their great, revelatory kiss. Arousal was setting in deeply but slowly now, and though they both knew that they were past the point of no return, neither was particularly impatient to proceed. Who knew how long it would be before their next opportunity?
At long last, he took his mouth away from hers and placed a playful nip on her neck. He moved toward her shoulder and continued to plant little kisses all the way across. He slipped one finger underneath the strap of her dress, and let it fall down her arm, and he kissed the space it had once occupied. This little gesture sent another surge of warmth through her, and she gave a tiny sigh. He moved closer and turned so that they were now sitting beside each other, facing opposite directions, but he never let his lips stop trekking across her skin. He placed one arm around her waist, and slowly moved up until his fingers found her zip. He silently begged good fortune for a smooth descent... and it was granted. One slow, lithe motion loosened her dress and he allowed his hands to explore the warm flesh beyond. She felt like silk to his touch, and her skin looked like melted caramel. He felt the cool outward curve of her hip, the perfectly-formed small of her back and the tantalising lack of bra.
Now it was her turn. She reached up and pulled at his tie. Before meeting him, she'd been rubbish at undoing a necktie – now she was a pro. A quick motion or two separated it from his collar and she tossed it aside. His buttons came undone beneath her adept fingers, and she crawled into his lap. He leaned on his arms behind him as she straddled him, her dress hanging lazily from her arms now, and she kissed his collarbone, his shoulders and neck. She nipped at his ear and ran her hands through his thick head of hair, and tugged. At this, he allowed a low groan to escape.
This sound inflamed her – it always had. This visceral growl he gave when he was totally engulfed. At the center of all of this, at the crux of all of their kisses, the unzipping, the unbuttoning, there was now an urgency that was impossible to ignore. Of course she was aware that he'd been growing harder and harder since she'd first touched his hot skin, but now, a backdraft was threatening just behind their closed doors. She pulled away, and still grasping both sides of his head, she stared him dead in the eye. Both were gaping at one another with urgency, with their mouths open and yearning – it was time. Quite suddenly, it was time.
Martha quickly undid one more button and one more zip to free him, and then she reached between her legs to push aside her knickers, and before either one of them could exhale, he was inside her. This time around, impatience and urgency were driving the game – their slow burn had become a swift lit fuse, and they were on the thread set for explosion. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and began to move, both of them gasping on each downward motion. She'd missed his unique feel, the exquisite diffusion that seemed to hit her right to the bone, right to the center. She could find this nowhere else in the universe. Her legs curved around his back, and her entire body squeezed him, and he seemed to expand to meet her demands. She wanted to be filled with him, to absorb him once again... and so she squeezed harder.
She realised she'd been holding her breath, and when she finally exhaled, it was a great release. Her up and down motions had become an indistinct grinding, and his usually cool façade had become sweaty, urgent and verging on madness. Martha leaned back, put her hands on his knees and watched the beautiful, musical pain on his face. She clamped down on him, squeezing her insides, illiciting an otherworldly pleasure in him, and he threw his head back and moaned with perfect abandon.
When he pulled his head back up, there was a crazed look in his eyes. "Martha," he gasped. "It's now."
They both sat up straight and clasped their limbs around each other. In one last desperate, gorgeous thrust, they both seemed to shatter. Groans of grasping, clinging satisfaction came from both of them as they each seemed to release a flood of tension and and pain and love. She got her wish – she was filled with him, and her body's pulsing seemed to reel him in further, force them to melt into one body for a few moments.
When their breathing slowed a bit, he resumed kissing her. He pulled her dress gently up over her head and threw it in the pile with his jacket and tie. She helped him out of his shirt and it too joined the heap of discarded clothing. She disengaged from him and crawled away, shed the last scrap of clothing and lay down upon the soft blankets. He threw his trousers and shorts aside and took his place first on top, and then again inside of her. They wasted no time picking up their previous engagement, the slow burn that was to take them gradually to combustion. Before, they'd been interrupted by something like dynamite. But now, they were calm and in love, and able to smoulder with care. Here was the stretch of time he'd promised in his kiss. Here was where they would make up for all the days, weeks, months that were lost.
