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Fic: Adventure 4: First Contact

Title: Adventure 4: First Contact

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones, Rass (OC)

Rating: NC-17

A/N: Twice as long as a special gift for abstruse_fangrl on the occasion of her birth! For those new to the game, you can catch up on Rass’s exploits here.

Adventure 4: First Contact

It was bad enough that Martha had spent the walk to her car swatting the hands that kept pinching her arse. When they’d reached the garage, he’d pressed himself against her back while she searched for her car keys. But this, she thought, was going a bit too far.

“Don’t see what the problem is. He’s ready, Martha—he can’t wait till we get to your flat. Can’t we just do it here?”

Martha’s hands clenched the steering wheel and she kept her eyes fixed on the road before her. “This—“ she slammed a hand on the dashboard “—is a car, not the TARDIS. There are windows made of glass into which passersby on the street can look. I can’t believe you’re having a wank in the middle of the day—in the middle of traffic!”

“Martha Jones, I’m disappointed in you. You of all people know that the body is beautiful, and its processes entirely natural. Why shouldn’t I enjoy its pleasures on such a sunny afternoon?”

Martha rolled her eyes, knowing it was useless to argue. Without looking down, she carefully reached across to the glove compartment and removed a small cloth. She dropped it on his lap. “Keep yourself covered and try not to mess up my car.”

Martha continued the slow drive through the busy streets, her concentration interrupted by the Doctor’s endless stream of narrative about his recent adventures punctuated with sounds of pleasure that increased in frequency until finally, about one block from her flat, he went silent, then let out a massive groan. Martha registered a glint of light from beneath the cloth. She parked the car, and as she turned to see if he was fit to exit the vehicle without terrifying Mrs. Martin, who was out walking her cat, he handed her the cloth. It was dry.

“How did you—“

“I don’t know.” The Doctor’s voice was quiet as he contemplated this new development. “Every other time there’s been this fluid—I think you call it ‘come’ which really doesn’t make much sense, now, does it, since you’re already there—but this time, this time it was like I was—“ he paused and furrowed his brow “—trying to hide something.”

Martha snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s nothing new. C’mon then. Let’s get you inside.”

“Doctor Jones, I believe you’re trying to seduce me,” he gasped in mock horror. Martha responded by sliding her hand up a trousered thigh, stopping off for a moment to fondle his balls before grasping his again-stiffening shaft through the fabric.

“Remarkable response time,” she noted, her voice icily professional, her eyes wickedly lascivious. “I’ll have to conduct some tests for stamina.” She gave his cock one last squeeze, then abruptly exited the car and walked toward the door.

“Oh, no you don’t,” the Doctor called as he fumbled with the door handle. “That was very naughty of you, Martha Jones! Wait until I get you undressed and I’ll show you sta—” He stopped on the pavement to avoid running into Mrs. Martin and her cat. The elderly woman took in his excitedly disheveled appearance, then looked at Martha, who was standing at the front door, one hand on the knob, the other on her hip.

“You don’t stand a chance, mate,” she said to the Doctor, then winked and entered the building next door.

Martha laughed at the Doctor’s deflated countenance, then squealed when he raced up the stairs, coat tails flying as he nearly collided with her on his charge toward the door.

When they entered, he removed his coat and hung it on a peg near the door, then began strolling around the flat. Martha removed her own jacket, then watched him with curiosity. Now that they were in her flat, Martha felt a bit awkward; she was fairly certain what the Time Lord wanted to do, and what she wanted in return, but how to approach the topic?

“Let’s shag! Where’s the bedroom, Martha?”

So much for seduction. Martha led the Doctor to her room, his hands impeding their progress through the hallway as he pulled and tugged at bits of her clothing. Once inside, they stripped quickly, then fell onto the bed, a writhing, laughing, kissing mass of limbs. Within moments, the Doctor had Martha pinned on the bed and was preparing to make his grand entrance when Martha grasped his cock and shook her head.

“Not so fast, mister.” Her lips pouted slightly.

“What’s wrong Martha?”

She could see that he was genuinely concerned. “Did it occur to you that I might need a bit more lead time?”

He was surprised. “You mean you aren’t ready to go yet? The TARDIS didn’t waste any time.”

Martha laughed as her fingers played along his chest. “The way you pilot her she’s been gagging for it for years, I suspect. Centuries of foreplay there; it’s a wonder she’s let you out so soon.”

“Well, I did promise to bring back treats.”

Martha noticed that the Doctor averted his eyes, and she wondered just what sort of treats a sexually frustrated TARDIS might require.

“Anyway—back to the matter at hand. With human women, at least, you can’t just climb on top and have at it, not,” she scratched gently at the side of his neck, eliciting a shivering moan from deep in his throat, “if you’d like more than one shot.” She kissed him softly, then with increasing passion as her tongue slowly probed his mouth. She could feel him grinding against her hip, and she smiled into the kiss as she placed the Doctor’s hand on her breast. He seemed to know what to do immediately, his nimble fingers eagerly rubbing, tracing, and plucking at her nipple.

“Aha, stimulus response,” he whispered as the small peak stiffened under his touch. “I wonder—“ His voice trailed off as he licked a trail down her torso. When he reached the decision point, he paused, his tongue making lazy circles between her breasts as his eyes questioned hers. “Which do I choose, which do I choose?” He kissed her skin then attacked the unoccupied nipple with tongue and teeth. Martha’s hips squirmed on the bed, and the Doctor was pleased that she seemed to be enjoying herself so much. Truth be told, he was finding this experience quite delightful as well. He was a bit disappointed, in fact, when Martha removed his hand from her breast, until she placed it at her opening, which was slick, warm, and apparently even more sensitive than her nipple, since her hips lifted from the bed when she guided a couple of his fingers inside.

“That feel good?” he queried, feigning disinterest, and received only a very low “unnh” in response as Martha pulled his head from her breast and kissed him roughly, sucking his tongue into her mouth as his fingers moved within her. After a few more moments of this attention, he could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers as her back arched.

“Inside,” she gasped, “I want you inside me.”

He teased. “But I am inside you, Martha, since my fingers are most definitely in your—oh—oh—ohhhhhh” he moaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock. “You win.”

The Doctor shifted his position, stroking Rass as he looked into Martha’s half-closed eyes. He slowly lowered himself onto her as he slid into her, and Martha’s moans and his groans made Mrs. Martin blush on the other side of the thin walls.

Oh, hello Martha Jones.

Martha laughed. “Hello to you too Doctor.” When she registered the puzzled expression on his face, she felt a bit guilty and confused.

“Are you alright Martha? This is what you want?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied quickly, and really, it was. He felt incredibly good inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to draw him deeper and closer. “This is exactly what I want.” She kissed him as he began to move in her.

Martha, you’re extraordinary, really.

“You’re pretty marvelous yourself you know,” she replied.

“Oh, Martha,” he moaned as he pushed and pulled against her rhythm.

So tight--


“Oh, Martha,” he groaned as he felt her tightening around him.

So hot--


“Oh, Martha.” The Doctor slipped his tongue into her mouth, wanting to lose himself in her completely.

So-- the voice said something unintelligible, and Martha slowly realized that the voice was coming from within her, not from the Doctor.

It’s me, Martha, Rass.


Rass, the Doctor’s—oh, yes, move just like that.

Where did he learn—wait, what’s going on? Who are you?

Martha I—oh--we’re very close to—

“Martha, I think I know where that other orgasm went.”

“What?” she asked, a bit preoccupied by the conversation she was having with Rass at that moment.

“Yes. I—“he gasped, his hips moving more rapidly, “I believe it was just in a—uh, oh—holding pattern, waiting to be—oh Rassilon, Martha keep doing that—reactivated by further physical stimulus so that it’s coupled with—grrr, tighter—the current one.”

“I see. And that’s important because?”

“It’s coming Martha. Now!”

Martha felt Rass’s grunting and groaning as the Doctor hissed her name and stiffened. Her mind was flooded with light and warmth and energy and life, glorious life, that peaked for a blissful not-eternity before slowly fading away.

The Doctor collapsed onto her torso, his breath tickling her neck as his breathing began to calm. Martha rubbed his back gently.

“So that’s why you call it come,” he laughed softly. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, finally indulging in one lingering deep kiss before lying at her side. They clasped hands as they lay there, their eyes closed and their breathing returning to something closer to normal.

“Wow,” said the Doctor.

“I’ll say,” said Martha.

“Did ya like it?,” he asked eagerly, propping himself on one elbow as he turned to face her.

“It was,” Martha chose her words carefully, “interesting.”

He seemed a bit affronted. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not exactly, but you have to admit it’s a bit distracting. I just wish you had warned me.”

“Warned you? About what?”

“The voice.”

“What voice?”

“The voice in my head. When you were inside me, it spoke. I know it sounds weird—well, it was weird and very chatty. Called itself Rass.”

“Really?” Martha could see from the furrows at the Doctor’s brow that he was puzzling something out. She watched with interest as he inspected his cock almost as if he were investigating a strange and mysterious object. When he reached for the jacket on the floor and pulled out his spectacles, she covered her mouth to hide the burgeoning laughter.

“Martha, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Ohhhh…..K.” Martha tried to adopt her best professional tone. “Um, well, after you…entered…I heard a voice say that I was…extraordinary.”

“Quite right,” he murmured.

“Then that I was tight—“

“Mmm, yes.”

“—and hot—“

“Oh, yes, yes.”

“ And then something I couldn’t make out. But I thought it was you, see, so when I realized it wasn’t you speaking to me, the voice said its name was Rass and that you were about to—“ She paused as she tried to remember what came next.

“About to what Martha?” His eyes were wild and Martha could see the effect of her words quite clearly as the Doctor’s cock stood proud and tall.

“Very nice response time,” she remarked.

“Oh, yes, quite impressive, but Martha—the voice told you what else?”

“Well, that was it, actually. Then you started talking about that orgasm from the car—what was that all about?”

“Oh, that.” His tone was dismissive. “Spatio-temporally contained masturbatory emissions. Apparently, I can store them up for future release. I think that’ll come in quite handy, really.”

Martha shook her head. “You…your…I…” She paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “Your cock can access points in space and time? Your orgasm was just waiting somewhere in another dimension?”

“Something like that, yes. But this other thing—Martha, it sounds like you were—no, it can’t be!” He leapt from the bed and started frantically searching through the pockets of his clothing.

“Doctor?” Martha watched as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver, fiddled with the settings, then pointed it at his erect penis. The screwdriver let out a whine, which was quickly followed by the Doctor’s own moan of pain as he fell to his knees. Martha rushed to his side.

"Sorry," he said to his cock, "won't do that again, alright?"

"Doctor, are you OK?"

He nodded to her, then started muttering to himself. “What am I missing? Oh I’m too old, too thick!”

“Not too thick,” Martha said coyly, her hand lazily stroking his back.

He shivered from her touch. “Not now Martha—later, I promise—“ he slid the screwdriver along the curve of her breast, the cool metal bringing Martha’s nipples to rapt attention. He traced the screwdriver’s trail with his fingers, his tongue peeking slightly between his lips as he flicked an erect nipple “—oh, I promise you, all night if you like.” He shook his head to clear it. “Tea. I think I need tea. And then,” he rose and began to pull on his trousers, “back to the TARDIS. I need to do some research.”


( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:08 am (UTC)
Oh dear, oh dear! Only the Doctor would get distracted into research in the middle of a naughty afternoon!

Very funny though!
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:15 am (UTC)
Oh dear, oh dear! Only the Doctor would get distracted into research in the middle of a naughty afternoon!

LOL--well, I think this may be fairly interactive research. He does like a good puzzle!

Very funny though!

Glad you found it so--I couldn't quite achieve the level of cracktasticness I did on previous ones, but I tried to get the sense of the not-quite-knowing what to do.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:23 am (UTC)
LOL--well, I think this may be fairly interactive research. He does like a good puzzle!

True enough!!

Glad you found it so--I couldn't quite achieve the level of cracktasticness I did on previous ones, but I tried to get the sense of the not-quite-knowing what to do.

Oh I definitely got the sense he wasn't familiar with the process of shagging a woman!
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:31 am (UTC)
Oh I definitely got the sense he wasn't familiar with the process of shagging a woman!

Since it's his first human contact, I'm willing to forgive him, but this regeneration admits he's rather rude...
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:33 am (UTC)
I kinda get the feeling with Ten that half the time he's just using that as an excuse! Although there's that interesting bit in "The Pirate Loop" where he realises he's been rude to someone and decides that hanging out with Martha has made him more aware of when he's being rude to people.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:22 am (UTC)
When Rass started talking I shrieked XD That is too funny!
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:26 am (UTC)
The Doctor is not ready for Rass's speshulness...
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:22 am (UTC)
THAT was awesome in every single way! I lol'd like mad from the start, but I almost lost my giggles when Rass said 'hello' to Martha. When did pr0n become both hot & full of lulz? ^_^

This was such a great birthday present. Thank you soo much. !!! :D

*squishes you*
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it and found it sexily lulzy! Happy birthday, my dear! You'll always be the woman for whom I wrote a talking penis.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:40 am (UTC)
You'll always be the woman for whom I wrote a talking penis.


And I shall cherish this distinct honor always. :D
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:33 am (UTC)
LOL, when Rass started talking to Martha, I almost fell of my seat. Perfect thing to wake up to.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed that bit--Rass is, well, something. None of us are sure what, exactly, or how, but he's something.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:38 am (UTC)
Oh my god. was it talking to her??? Now it talks??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh my god, did he just NOT shag Martha again in the end? Now that's bad. You do not leave Martha hanging like that.
Jan. 12th, 2009 06:44 am (UTC)
Yes, it talks--Rass is full of...surprises.

I really thought about having him shag her again, but I think Martha will appreciate him sorting things out before they have another go. She's got to adjust to being with two instead of one!
Jan. 12th, 2009 02:44 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, that was so...wow. So worth the wait for Martha/Rass goodness!

I loved the banter between the Doctor and Martha and the adorably cracky moments of him wanking in the car, Martha teaching him foreplay, the whole bit about his orgasm waiting in another point in space and time, and finally at the end when he nearly got distracted by wanting to seduce Martha again instead of research! LOL!

Oh and Mrs. Martin, bless.

And then, on top of all that awesomeness, we have Rass communicating with Martha! That was so perfect! I can't wait to see what the Doctor finds out about that -- as long as he doesn't point his sonic screwdriver at him again (poor Rass!).

Yay! I love the adventures of Rass and the Doctor!
Jan. 17th, 2009 05:50 am (UTC)
Not sure how I missed this!

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the wee cracky bits, especially Mrs. Martin, who just showed up on the street and wanted to live a bit vicariously.

I think the Doctor will be keeping the sonic away from Rass from now on; not a good combination!
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