A/N: Thanks for all the love, I'm overwhelmed that each time I check my email, I have more alerts for this story, thank you very much! This chapter is dedicated to an awesome DW writer tardis-mole if you haven't read any of his stories I highly recommend that you do! And to my beta Gina, who is awesome in her own right!
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Chapter Fifteen: Truly, Madly, Deeply
"I'm tired of pretending that I don't want to make love to you because I do." He gently wiped her tears away with his thumb. "I'm tired of pretending that I don't want more than friendship from you because I do…" he dipped his head until his breath was caressing her lips. "Martha Jones, aren't you tired of pretending that you're not in love with me? Because I'm tired of pretending that I'm not in love with you."
Martha looked into his eyes…
Searching…
Searching…
Until she found what she was looking for…
"Yes." She sobbed, crushing his lips with hers.
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Martha and The Doctor reluctantly pulled apart due to lack of oxygen.
"All this time," Martha sobbed, tears flowing steadily down her face. "All this time…"
"Shhh!" He whispered, kissing her tears away. "Please don't cry Martha…everything is going to be alright my love…"
"I thought you couldn't love me."
"Oh Martha," she buried her face in his chest as he rocked her gently. "Please, please forgive me for letting you think otherwise," he kissed the top of her head tenderly, as he played with her soft long locks. "I should have told you how I felt a long time ago," he continued. "But I was so afraid that you would have rejected me."
"Why?"
"You had moved on with your life…"
"Tom?"
He nodded.
"I'd tried to be happy for you…I really did, but Tish and Donna…those two brilliant women…and Jack… knew it was all a lie…they knew I so desperately wanted to replace Tom in your heart…" Martha stared into his eyes and knew it was the truth.
"You were kind of mean to Tom," Martha admitted, remembering her twenty-fifth birthday celebration. Tom had borrowed a mate's yacht to throw her a surprise birthday party, the Doctor arrived with twenty-five exotic talking roses, from the planet Guise XII; he had trained them to recite Shakespeare's Dark Lady Sonnets and Martha's favorite Harry Potter's quotes - upstaging Tom once again.
"What can I say?" He muttered, kissing her eyebrows. "I would do it again."
He cupped her face in his hands, dipped down and captured her bottom lip with his teeth. Martha felt her body go limp as he probed the opening of her mouth with his cool tongue, seeking entrance…
She slightly parted her eager lips, inviting him in. The Doctor teasingly ran his tongue over her gums…
Teeth…
The insides of her mouth…
Allowing him to feast on the sweetness of her taste…
They both moaned in unison and quiver slightly as their tongues made contact…
Their breathing quickened as their flexible organs danced, and caressed each other lovingly…
Causing Martha's clitoris to pulsate…
And the Doctor's erect cock, straining against his tight trousers, stretching the material beyond its limits….
Again they were forced to separate due to the lack of oxygen…
"Martha…" he whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Martha…"
"Mmmm…?"
"I feel an urgent need to make love to you,"
A cat like grin spread on her kiss-swollen lips.
"Is that so?" She whispered, breathlessly, pressing her body against his.
"Yes," he confirmed, grinding his arousal against her thigh.
"Oh, I see…or rather feel…"
Martha grabbed his tie and pulled his head down until they were eye level…
She unbuttoned the top four buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie…
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue along his jaw line…
The Doctor hissed in pleasure…
Martha reached up, grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back…
She peppered his neck with kisses…
Before taking his Adam's apple in her mouth…
He growled softly…
As Martha made love to his Adam apple with her tongue…
The Doctor gently roamed his hands over her hot, sensitive skin…
She twitched as his cool fingers made contact with her back…
She gasped as his fingers traveled along her sides…
And up her stomach…
Stopping at her breasts…
Martha moaned against his throat as he played with her harden nipples through her blouse…
His ministrations caused the throbbing of her clitoris to increase…
And the wetness of her arousal to saturate her knickers…
She released his Adam's apple and flicked her tongue over his voice box…
The Doctor growled lustfully and rubbed his hardness against Martha as the scent of her arousal tickled his nose…
"Doctor…" she whimpered, ready to succumb to his urgent need. "My room or yours…?"
"Which ever is the closes…" he growled, lifting her into his arms…
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The Doctor sprinted down the corridor.
He stopped at the first opened door he reached and stepped in, thanking his ship for her assistance.
To their surprise, the room was neither Martha's nor his.
An antique four poster bed, stood in the middle of this new room, surrounded by soft wall lights and scented candles.
They smiled shyly as the door shut behind them.
Martha stifled a laugh as the Doctor wagging his eyebrows.
He glanced at the bed then at her, waiting for her permission to proceed.
She nodded slowly in response.
The Doctor carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.
He climbed in next to her, took him in her arms, and kissed her passionately.
"I love you," he whispered, when he came up for air. He looked into her brown eyes and smiled nervously.
"What's the matter?" She asked – concern.
"Martha there's something I need to tell you before we continue."
"What is it?"
He chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his wild hair.
"You know that I'm quite good at everything I do…" he began, clearing his throat. "Brilliant actually…"
"Go on…"
"I…uh…haven't…you know…er…ahem…d-done this sort of thing….in a while…" he confessed.
"Define, in a while?" She asked, happy that the Doctor was kind of like a 900 years old virgin.
"M-more than 300 hundred years…s-so if you're expecting…fire works, Beethoven's Fifth Symphony…a string quartet…well, I could give you a string quartet…but…"
Martha grabbed him by the lapels and silenced with him with a kiss.
"You worry too much." She whispered, nuzzling his neck.
"Sorry…I just…I don't want to disappoint you."
She looked into his beautiful ancient eyes.
"You could never disappoint me."
"I love you Martha Jones."
He began to slowly unbutton her blouse…
Martha gasped as he kissed and nibbled her exposed skin…
He discarded her blouse and licked his lips as he hungrily stared at her swollen breasts, peaking over her bra, begging to be release from their confinement…
Martha thrust her chest forward as he sucked and bit her nipples through the flimsy material…
"Doctor…" she hissed, grabbing a handful of hair and pressing his mouth against her aching breasts.
He quickly unhooked the soaking wet bra and tossed it aside…
Martha guided his mouth towards her chest to continue his ministrations…
He left a trail of wet kisses as he moved down her body inch by tantalizing inch…
Martha cried out in British-tainted German as the Doctor darted his tongue in and out of her navel…
He undid the snap on her jeans and pulled down the zip…
Martha's jeans and knickers flew across the room and crumpled in the corner of the opposite wall…
He showered her silky patch of hair with kisses…
Growling as he tasted her sweet ambrosia on his lips…
He eagerly licked her ambrosia off her inner thighs and vaginal lips before kissing his way up her body…
Martha grabbed his tie and brought his lips down on hers, savoring her taste on his lips…
"My turn." she said, huskily pushing him down on his back.
She straddled him and dipped down to bite his bottom lip…
She got rid of his tie and practically ripped his shirts off his back…
The Doctor gasped in delight as Martha tattooed his neck and chest with love bites…
She tongued her way down his body…
"Rassilion Martha!" He whimpered as she placed her head between his legs and nibbled on his stiff cock through his trousers….
She lifted her head and grinned mischievously as she tugged at the waistband of his tight trousers…
"Need a little help?" He offered, all too happy to volunteer his services.
"Yes, please."
The Doctor lifted his pelvis and pushed his trousers over his thighs…
Freeing his erection…
Martha took off his trousers and threw them across the room, to join her jeans…
She licked the sensitive head of his cock several times…
And gently blew on it…
The Doctor shivered as he enjoyed the chilly sensation…
Martha licked, sucked and bit her way up his body…
The Doctor weaved his hand in her hair and crushed their lips together…
He flipped her on her back and positioned himself between her legs…
She spread her legs a little wider to give him room…
She trembled in anticipation as he guided the head of his cock to the opening of her slick core…
"Okay?" He asked.
"Yes." She hissed, arching forward.
He slowly thrust his stiff cock inside her…
They both cried in unison as their bodies connected…
The Doctor pulled out until the head of his cock remained inside her…
"Martha…" he moaned as he thrust again, this time going a little deeper…
"Mmmm…" she growled, loving the feel of him inside of her…
He did this several times until his entire staff filled her…
The Doctor grunted as Martha's vaginal muscles tighten around his cock…
Martha wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled him down on top her.
"Doctor…" she moaned in pleasure as he licked and sucked her nipples as he ground himself against her…
"Doctor…" she moaned as she raked her nails against his scalp…
He reached down and cupped her bum as he picked up the pace…
Martha lifted her pelvis off the bed to meet him thrust for thrust…
"Yes…yes…" she sang, wrapping her arms the Doctor's neck. "Yes…oohhh…"
The Doctor captured her bottom lip between his teeth and bit into the sensitive flesh…
Martha responded by raking her nails against his back – drawing blood…
The odd mixture of pleasure and pain caused him to mutter unintelligibly in his native tongue…
"Bite me please…" Martha pleaded, offering her neck to him. "Please Doctor…please?"
He obliged…
Martha cried out in pure ecstasy…
Her cries urging him on…
She gyrated against him as the knots in her abdomen tightened…
"Faster my love, faster…" she begged.
She crushed his mouth against hers and invaded it with her tongue…
Martha arched forward as she lost control…
Her whole body quivered as her orgasms came in waves…
"Hold on love," he whimpered as he pounded into her…
Seconds later, the Doctor groaned as he released his seed deeply inside her…
Martha ran her nails through his damp hair, caressing his scalp.
The Doctor kissed her cheeks and sighed happily.
"I love you Martha Jones," he whispered, nuzzling her neck. "I love you."
"I love you too, Doctor." She smiled.
He turned his head to look at her beautiful face, what he saw brought tears to his eyes.
All the love she felt for him, radiated on her face.
"Martha Jones, thank you." He said, drawing his woman closer.
"For what?" She rested her head on his chest, his double heartbeat drummed steadily against her ear.
"I'm not alone any more." His voice cracked as a single tear fell down his cheek.
tbc...
A/N: Cold shower anyone?...lol...I hope this was worth waiting for...thanks for reading!