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Stuff aka Biological Aspects of Shagging An Alien, by Doctor Martha Jones aka Cam Needs To Make Up Her Mind About Title, Doctor Who, Martha/Doctor:
"Martha," he says again, in that particular way he says her name that she has no idea what means.
"No," she says. She doesn't add 'you're-not-doing-this-to-me-again'. She doesn't expand with 'you-look-at-me-as-if-I-can-be-everything-and-treat-me-as-if-I'm-everything-but-that'. She doesn't slam it home with 'you-should-be-fucking-bastard-snog-tease'.
"Martha..."
"No," she says again, feeling strangely on top of the world even if it's he who's got her pinned down between his body and the metal grill of the TARDIS. "No, this time - we will shag."
Five Improbable Places to Shag, Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose:
He thrusts into her with what sounds like an exhale; she breathes in sharply as flesh adjusts to this new guest. He lifts his head and kisses her, and only then does she realise it's the first time he's actually done that since they got into this room.
"Rose," he breathes into her mouth, his tongue warm as it touches her lower lip. He tastes metallic, making her wonder if he's been sucking the sonic screwdriver again, and of the apple pie her mum is now not going to have for dessert.
He is a bit of a thief, really. Stealing parts of her life too, a little piece of Jackie and Mickey and normality carried around in his pocket.
Maybe that explains why here, of all places. This is where she'd shag normal boyfriends. This isn't where she'd shag the Doctor.
That could be the point.
"Rose? You there, love?"
She's pretty sure getting walked in on by your mother while doing horizontal pink-decorated tango with your very own alien time traveller *isn't*.
Three Steps of a Tango, Doctor Who, Doctor/Martha Doctor/Rose Doctor/Rose/Martha, AU:
The Doctor doesn't sleep, but he can pretend to. He can pretend a lot of things, always has. Sometimes time even pretends with him, and worlds change.
"Rose," Martha says, and when he lifts his eyelids just a little, he can see her touching Rose's hair almost absentmindedly. "Why'd you leave him? Was it the regeneration?"
Rose is quiet for a moment, biting on a nail he remembers the feel of against his tongue. "No. I had time in my head. He took it away from me again, but I saw a future. I stayed. I always stayed at the price of everything and I still didn't get forever. I saw him. After. I couldn't do that to him."
"Maybe he would have done it to himself," Martha points out.
'Maybe I still did,' he thinks.
"I saw you, too," Rose goes on. "I hated you. I loved you. I saw... I see..."
"What?" Martha asks. She shifts slightly in bed, leaving a breast exposed and he remembers the feel of it against his palm.
"It doesn't matter," Rose says, leaning forward and kissing Martha softly, and he knows that if he kisses either, he'll get the taste of both now. Rose and Martha. His.
Yes.
He can pretend a lot of things, always has.
Lets Talk About Sex (Baby), CSI, many a pairing:
"You want me," Grissom says carefully, placing the wine glass back on the table, "to tell you about sleeping with Catherine?"
"Yes," Sara says firmly, taking a drink of her own and looking utterly calm and without any hints of jealousy. He isn't sure if she's faking it, or if this is another little change after her near-death experience or if she's always been so and he's just never looked.
"*Why*?"
"She knows about us now. It is only fair I know about her."
"What if I haven't slept with Catherine?"
Sara smiles a little, as if merely indulging him. "Tell me about sleeping with someone else, then."
"I can tell you about sleeping with you," he offers, trying to regain some sense of center.
"Sure," she says, leaning back. "Let's start there."
Stuff aka Biological Aspects of Shagging An Alien, by Doctor Martha Jones aka Cam Needs To Make Up Her Mind About Title, Doctor Who, Martha/Doctor:
"Martha," he says again, in that particular way he says her name that she has no idea what means.
"No," she says. She doesn't add 'you're-not-doing-this-to-me-again'. She doesn't expand with 'you-look-at-me-as-if-I-can-be-everything-and-treat-me-as-if-I'm-everything-but-that'. She doesn't slam it home with 'you-should-be-fucking-bastard-snog-tease'.
"Martha..."
"No," she says again, feeling strangely on top of the world even if it's he who's got her pinned down between his body and the metal grill of the TARDIS. "No, this time - we will shag."
Five Improbable Places to Shag, Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose:
He thrusts into her with what sounds like an exhale; she breathes in sharply as flesh adjusts to this new guest. He lifts his head and kisses her, and only then does she realise it's the first time he's actually done that since they got into this room.
"Rose," he breathes into her mouth, his tongue warm as it touches her lower lip. He tastes metallic, making her wonder if he's been sucking the sonic screwdriver again, and of the apple pie her mum is now not going to have for dessert.
He is a bit of a thief, really. Stealing parts of her life too, a little piece of Jackie and Mickey and normality carried around in his pocket.
Maybe that explains why here, of all places. This is where she'd shag normal boyfriends. This isn't where she'd shag the Doctor.
That could be the point.
"Rose? You there, love?"
She's pretty sure getting walked in on by your mother while doing horizontal pink-decorated tango with your very own alien time traveller *isn't*.
Three Steps of a Tango, Doctor Who, Doctor/Martha Doctor/Rose Doctor/Rose/Martha, AU:
The Doctor doesn't sleep, but he can pretend to. He can pretend a lot of things, always has. Sometimes time even pretends with him, and worlds change.
"Rose," Martha says, and when he lifts his eyelids just a little, he can see her touching Rose's hair almost absentmindedly. "Why'd you leave him? Was it the regeneration?"
Rose is quiet for a moment, biting on a nail he remembers the feel of against his tongue. "No. I had time in my head. He took it away from me again, but I saw a future. I stayed. I always stayed at the price of everything and I still didn't get forever. I saw him. After. I couldn't do that to him."
"Maybe he would have done it to himself," Martha points out.
'Maybe I still did,' he thinks.
"I saw you, too," Rose goes on. "I hated you. I loved you. I saw... I see..."
"What?" Martha asks. She shifts slightly in bed, leaving a breast exposed and he remembers the feel of it against his palm.
"It doesn't matter," Rose says, leaning forward and kissing Martha softly, and he knows that if he kisses either, he'll get the taste of both now. Rose and Martha. His.
Yes.
He can pretend a lot of things, always has.
Lets Talk About Sex (Baby), CSI, many a pairing:
"You want me," Grissom says carefully, placing the wine glass back on the table, "to tell you about sleeping with Catherine?"
"Yes," Sara says firmly, taking a drink of her own and looking utterly calm and without any hints of jealousy. He isn't sure if she's faking it, or if this is another little change after her near-death experience or if she's always been so and he's just never looked.
"*Why*?"
"She knows about us now. It is only fair I know about her."
"What if I haven't slept with Catherine?"
Sara smiles a little, as if merely indulging him. "Tell me about sleeping with someone else, then."
"I can tell you about sleeping with you," he offers, trying to regain some sense of center.
"Sure," she says, leaning back. "Let's start there."
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