The TARDIS control room, was playing up and The Doctor had been trying to fix the problem for hours, but to no avail. Martha sat on the floor, her back against the console, watching him work. She was wearing a red vest that hugged her curves and tight blue jeans which showed off her legs.
The Doctor finally threw down his sonic screwdriver in frustration. "I can't figure it out," he said, running a hand through his hair. "We're not going anywhere until I can figure out what's going on with the old girl."
Martha stood up and walked over to him. "Well, we might as well make the most of it," she said, sliding her arms around his waist.
The Doctor looked at her, surprised. "Martha, I don't think this is the time-"
But Martha cut him off with a kiss. She pressed her body against his, feeling his hardness through his trousers. The Doctor groaned, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
Martha broke the kiss and reached down to the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, which was still lying on the floor. She picked it up and looked at it, a wicked smile crossing her face.
"Let me see if I can show you another use for this," she said, sliding the sonic screwdriver down her chest.
The Doctor's eyes widened as he realized what Martha was doing. She pressed the sonic screwdriver against the crotch of her jeans, moaning as it began to vibrate. Slowly she unzipped her jeans, easing them down her long, luscious legs, and slipped the Sonic inside her panties.
The Doctor watched in amazement as Martha's orgasm built. She threw her head back, her body shaking with pleasure. When she was finished, she handed the sonic screwdriver back to the Doctor, a satisfied smile on her face.
"See, Doctor," she said. "We can make our own fun, even when we're stuck in a box."
The Doctor couldn't help but laugh. "You're right, Martha," he said. "I guess we'll just have to get creative."
He leaned in and kissed her, his hands roaming over her body. Martha responded eagerly, her own hands reaching down to undo his trousers. She tugged at his tie until it came loose and pulled his shirt open. He rolled her vest up and over her head and yanked down her bra. Finally, both pairs of underwear were discarded in unison.
Their eyes locked on each other as they explored each other's bodies. The Doctor's fingers found Martha's wetness, and she moaned as he slipped two fingers inside her.
Martha wrapped her legs around the Doctor's waist, pulling him closer as they backed into the console unit. He entered her, and they both groaned with pleasure. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release.
Martha's fingers dug into the Doctor's back as he pounded into her. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely, the way he hit just the right spot inside her. Her orgasm built low in her belly, a slow burn that threatened to consume her.
The Doctor's hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into Martha. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the way she milked him with every thrust. He was close, so close, and he could feel his own orgasm building, the tightness in his balls, the tingling in his spine.
Martha's breath hitched as she felt the Doctor's cock swell inside her. She knew he was close, and she tightened her legs around his waist, urging him on. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release.
With a final thrust, the Doctor came, his cock twitching inside Martha as he filled her with his seed. Martha followed him over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her nails digging into the Doctor's back as she came.
The Doctor collapsed against Martha, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching her own. They stayed like that for a moment, panting and sweating, their bodies still intimately connected.
Then they collapsed onto the floor, panting and spent. The Doctor looked at Martha, his eyes full of affection.
"I'm glad we're stuck here together," he said.
Martha smiled. "Me too, Doctor."
They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But eventually, the Doctor sighed and sat up.
"I should probably try to fix the old girl again," he said.
Martha nodded, sitting up as well. "I'll help," she said.
But just like that, it suddenly roared into life, rocketing both passengers around. The central pillar rose and fell enthusiastically and the Doctor burst out laughing, scooping up Martha's clothes and throwing it to her. The doors clicked open as the TARDIS landed. They stepped out, their clothes still disheveled and their bodies still humming with pleasure.
The Doctor looked at Martha, a wicked grin crossing his face.
"Shall we continue this adventure elsewhere?" he asked.