Martha was in the observatory of the TARDIS. For some reason, she was locked in. Or she didn’t want out. Either way, she didn’t want to now. Hidden in her little crook with her pants gathered at her ankles. His name breathless on her lips with her own slick fingers working herself over. She was needy. She was hot. She was moaning and writhing against the cool wall with the stars above her. Galaxies swirling in the distance. She was traveling with him again and thus neglecting her own….personal needs. The building and resounding heat that engulfed her.
why did his companions, new and old, insist on running off or wandering off when he was being clever and impressive ?? The Doctor realized he was talking to himself after a full five minutes of not-a-word from the companion he thought was sitting on the TARDIS stairs. “Martha?” The Doctor furrowed his brow and set the contraption he was attaching to the TARDIS console aside. He let his ship lead the way, twisting hallways, stairs, companions did get lost from time to time.
When he reached the observatory, he was surprised to find it locked. No door was ever locked on his ship. He sonic’d it and barge right in like he owned the place - which he kinda did - “Martha Jones! I’ve been talking to myself for almost twenty minutes and here you ar—oh.” His hand shot up to his eyes once he realized what she was doing. “Right, sorry, I’ll just…” He fumbled back to the door.
ooc; on this account for another fifteen before bed
so if you want to talk to me ooc or whatever
Back to work :c
ooc; my theme is still christmas
lol no fucks given
vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
“Over 1,000 years of saving the Universe, Strax. Do you know the one thing I’ve learned?”
I did not. [He wrinkles his nose] I’m too old to be getting drunk.
I can involve tea, yes. [He takes her hand and pulls open the TARDIS door] Watch your step, because there are…steps here and stuff.
[At least the control room is darker now, she doesn’t have to wince so much, and she leans against the rail to take her weight off him] As soon as I’m feelin’ better, we’re getting you drunk.
[He rolls his eyes even though she can’t see him] No, you’re not. Especially if headaches and grumpy-ness are the outcomes.
[He leaves her side for a moment, bustling about the console to try and find the blender that he swore he left here] There’s a seat over there by that new dashboard.