Word Count: 1322 [in Word]
Rating: NC-17, like very
Spoilers: S3 "Blink"
Summary: The Doctor and Martha visit a bath house while trapped in 1969.
All your Doctor Who are belong to us
Sadly, I own nothing related to Doctor Who et al. I am just playing around in their sandbox for a bit of fun.
Author Notes: This was written about 2 weeks or so ago for the kinkmeme [sizeofthatthing
], but I've decided to post a few of my stories publically and this is one of them. The name comes from what the ancient Romans called their bath houses -- the Hellene in me liked the Greekness of it. As for the "plot," it could be arguably OOC for the Doctor
[even if I think he's a naughty bastard]
, but who knows what [or whom?] went down in 1969? Thanks so much as always to the magnificent persiflage_1
who checked for typos and such from when I'd originally posted it! Any other mistakes are all mine. Feedback is happy-making, so please leave a word or two [even if I am a bit slack in responding, your comments always make my day].
Martha wasn’t really sure why they were there, but as the Doctor licked her clit, her concerns began to dissolve as quickly as they came up.
The night before she was talking with her neighbors Raynebow and her boyfriend Hickory – over large bowls of Mulligatawny, rice, and suspicious brownies they’d made for her and the Doctor – and she’d asked if they knew anything about the mysterious establishment around the corner from their flats. One could hear music coming from its walls in the late hours of the morning (often noticed by her when she would be out for a midnight stroll with the Doctor), but otherwise the place had seemed a mystery.
Raynebow had smiled widely at her question.
“You and him should go,” pointing to the Doctor who was out on the balcony with Hickory, chatting about the stars in the sky.
“Is it a club?”
“You’ll see,” Raynebow had said with a wink. “It might just be what the two of you need.”
She’d mentioned what Raynebow had said to the Doctor as they settled in that evening back at their flat and they both decided as a treat for her payday they’d give the place a visit to quell their curiosity. Martha didn’t mention the enigmatic bit about it possibly being “just what the two of you need,” as she really wasn’t sure what the implication of that statement truly was.
Once inside the club the next evening – a place simply called Ocean – the humidity in the air was the first thing she’d noticed. As they made their way through the darkness of the entrance, paying the fee to get in, she and the Doctor moved into the main space of club. There was a man at the front, pointing everyone to lockers, giving them keys, and offering them rooms. Martha noticed everyone was walking around wearing just towels.
“It’s a bath house,” she heard the Doctor whisper near her ear, his voice deeper and more honey-ed than usual.
“Do you want to leave?” Martha asked, nervous about being in such a sexually-oriented situation with the Doctor. Sure, she’d thought about having sex with him – a lot
– but even in their tiny flat, sharing a bed night after night since they’d been trapped in 1969, nothing
non-platonic had happened between them.
“Not unless you do,” he replied, his voice still close to her ear and his hands now resting on her shoulders.
“No, I think I’d like to check things out.”
Martha and the Doctor stood in the corner near the open rooms, clad in only towels as they watched various couples of varying genders, ages, and races having sex on the small cots in each room. She was standing in front of him, letting him softly massage her shoulders from behind, trying not to focus too much on his close proximity, when –
“Are you enjoying this, Ms. Jones?” he asked, pressing his body against hers from behind as he whispered in her ear.
Martha could feel his hardness press against her lower back and her mouth go dry with surprise and arousal. She began to breathe even more deeply, trying to form words and organize her thoughts to answer him.
“I can tell you are, Martha,” he added, answering his own question, “I can smell your arousal.”
She only groaned in response.
“Have you ever watched people having sex before this, Martha?” His voice was still low, still sultry. She was starting to feel weak in the knees.
“No,” she replied, her voice almost more a whimper.
“Have you ever been watched?” This time she felt his fingertips stroking her sides along the material of her towel.
“See, we have a bit of a problem. The smell of you is rather voraciously making me want to taste you, but I don’t want to go back home just yet, I want to taste you here, in front of everyone. What do you say to that, Martha? Will you come for me in front of these people?”
Martha looked at the people around her. They were mostly having sex or watching or playing with one another while watching others. There was a nervous part of her that worried that no one would want to watch her as well, but then as she caught glimpses of various men and women lasciviously looking her way, and she felt herself get even more wet with the idea of being watched.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Martha began to feel the Doctor kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck, pushing her hair aside for better access. He wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her tight against him as he began to grind himself against her as he kissed. Soon the hand around her middle moved up to deftly release the towel from around her, letting it drop to the floor, pooling at her feet. She worried for a moment about her nudity, noticing the people suddenly looking at her, but the Doctor’s hands reaching around her to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples between his thumb and forefinger quickly distracted her.
Martha moaned, arching her back to lean against the Doctor’s lean body as he pinched and pulled on her nipples, each tug causing a delicious throb between her legs. She didn’t want to question why now – of all times
– he was suddenly being sexual with her, she just wanted to let herself get lost in the moment.
Soon the Doctor was sliding a hand down her belly and dipping a finger into the wetness between her legs. He cooed slightly when he found the moisture there and began to moan with her as he drew a long finger slowly up and down across her aching clit, pushing in deeper and deeper with each successive stroke.
Martha’s body was beginning to tremble and she felt herself starting to go limp from the pleasure he was giving her. She tried to focus on the people around her to distract her. She watched a couple nearby – a man taking the woman from behind rather fiercely and she imagined what it might feel like to have to Doctor pushing himself against her with such intensity, how good his hips slapping against her bottom would feel. She then watched another couple – two women, legs over legs as they rubbed their cunts together, each one crying out, and she thought of how the Doctor’s fingers felt against her and wondered how it might feel to rub herself against another woman.
Martha looked at the people watching her as well – men and women stroking themselves as their eyes roamed over her body. And suddenly, she felt herself climaxing against the Doctor’s fingers. He held her tight against him as her climax jolted through her, one arm around her middle again as his other hand – his thumb on her clit and his fingers inside her – worked her until her spasms subsided.
She suddenly felt a sense of worry. He’d said he wanted to taste her, but she’d come too quickly. “I’m sorry.”
The Doctor lifted his soaked fingers to his mouth, suckling each one dry over her shoulder. “Why would you be sorry?” he asked when he’d finished.
“You wanted…you said you wanted to taste me,” she replied, finding herself blushing and feeling a bit shy saying such words to him.
“And I still intend to, Ms. Jones,” he replied and then released her from his hold. He then moved around to face her, pushing her softly against the wall behind her, “I’m certainly not finished yet.”
Martha moaned as she watched the Doctor kneel down in front of her, spreading her legs apart before he gently licked the flesh of her cunt and began to suck on her clit.
She wasn’t really sure why they were there, but as she let herself succumb to the pleasures of the Doctor’s mouth, she didn’t think it mattered.