Solider Boy [attn: Martha, Open]

Every nerve ending in her body was on fire when his lips finally came back to her lips. She could feel him trying to pull the material of her shirt over her head. The world seemed to blur around and everything since she meet the Doctor flooded her memories.

"Can I?"

She barely registered her voice but she nodded anyways. Her moans were coming a contanst now and she felt her world falling from under her. As much as she like the feeling of his body against hers, the fire was slowly dying. While he kissed the pulse of her neck and grinded against her hand, she pulled her hand away.

"Stop," she replied and pushed softly on the chest. Her hands rested on his scars, in case not to hurt them.

She squirmed her way out his touch and let his hands fall to his waist.

He panted slowly, stopping but not moving away. Uneven breaths rushed and desperate, head spinning a little, heart beating wildly.

"What's wrong?" He panted into her ear. Backing off a step, giving her some room and leaning against the bed, finding it hard to ignore the straining in his pant after two weeks off it on Doctors orders.

"I'm sorry, I should have know you didn't…" He pushed turning away, ashamed of his body, it's distortions and abnormalities. "…want this…" Chest still heaving he picked up his shirt and began to pull it on, blushing.

Martha panted about as hard as he was. Her hand were resting on her hips as she looked at him.

What's wrong?

It didn't help when he panted in her ear like that. She could see the strain in the front of his trousers and it made her heart beat even more faster.

She gave an agitatied sigh before she took a hold of his shirt and threw it across the room. She gripped his hips again and instead of him moving against her touch, she moved against him. As she hands moved the material of her trousers down and the other hand guided them back to the bed, it was now. She was past forgiveness when she kissed them, why not finish what she started. Her hand dip into his boxers and she smiled.

He couldn't help but respond to that. He allowed himself to be pushed on the bed, he streched up kissing her gently, supporting himself on one arm.

"Are you sure? You didn't want this..." He groaned throatily. "...I can stop you know." Except now he didn't seem to in control at all anymore.

She laughed against his lips when he brought his lips to hers again. As she continued to kiss him, she took ahold of the hem of his boxers and pushed them down. She did not answer him but stepped away from him. Martha quickly walked to the door and turned the lock before walking back over to him.

She slowly pulled at the buttons on the trousers. She looked up to his face and smiled. "Does that answer your question?"

He watched as she walked away, ready to pull on his clothes and leave at her command, but then she locked the door and turned back, his heart almost stopped.

"Yes ma'am" he breathed into her lips. He decided she still had far too many clothes on tugging her t-shirt up again, trying to pull it over her head, and get some skin on skin, pushing down at her zipper, trying to push her trousers down as-well, his face leaning into hers with deep ragged breaths, his nose millimeters from hers. His right hand fingers tracing down the line on her stomach, in long easy sweeps, reaching the edge of the soft hair, he looked into her eyes, kissing her full lips, not daring to think, or stop, just incase he should wake up from this most amazing dream.

She pulled back from him quickly, then reached for the hem of her shirt. Martha pulled it over her head before threwing it where she had thrown his. Next, she worked on the zipper of her trousers. She gathered the material of her trousers at the top and pulled them down, kicking them off as she kicked off her boots.

She stood back up before him, she could feel his eyes on every part of her. Her skin seem to glow with afire. She stepped back towards him, unsnapping her bra as she went.

He stepped in close again, kissing her deeply, right hand cupping her breast, calloused thumb running over her nipple, his left hand snaking down into her panties. Thumb rubbing gentle circles down below, fingers gently stroking, he slipped one in, feeling her readiness, gently moving it inside her. Kissing along her neck and jaw-line again, working down and sucking along her collar bone, breathing in her scent, his own excitement pressed against her leg, trousers round his knees, he wasn't stopping this to take his boots off. His right hand gently tracing across her neck now, twirling the baby hair around his fingers lightly, spreading his hand, and using himself to direct back to the bed.

"Do you have a rubber?" He muttered throatily into her neck, pulse feeling like the whole world would see it, heart beating a mad war beat into his head, blood rushing, breaths short and sharp, anticipation growing inside him. He gently directed her more to the bed, aiming for her to sit on it, as he currently was in condition to hold her up, after all he was meant to be taking it easy.

"In my purse," she replied hoarsely. A finger of his left hand continued to move inside her, making her even more heated and ready. She hadn't been touched like this in a long time. She felt the hard of the table hit her back and she took the cue. As much as she wanted to continue this, she needed something more.

She pulled away from, groaning disappointedly as his finger left her readied body. She pushed herself up on the table, squirming out of her panties as she did. The table was cold against her as she did but she didn't care.

He stepped back, grabbing her purse, rooting round to find what he needed. He walked back over to her, ripping the packet with his teeth, he kissed her deeply as he rolled it down over himself. He leant against the table a little, working his way between her legs, using his hands to maneuver her by her hips as he kissed her, nipping, licking and sucking on her lips. He broke the kiss resting his forehead on hers, pupils blown with readiness, looking deep into her eyes. "Ready?"

He pushed gently into her, breath catching a little, kissing her, hands exploring the body he desired so, stroking, rubbing, finger tips like ghostly feathers on her perfect skin, he began to rock his hips into hers in a slow, steady rhythm, kissing, biting, sucking her jaw, neck and collar bone in-between husky breaths and passionate kisses. He took each breast gently in his right hand, sucking at the nipples, tongue flicking over them gently, before returning to her mouth, hands returning to her back, tracing ghostly circles and patterns up and down her spine and neck, he could feel his stitches pulling but he didn't care, he wanted her, nothing but her at this moment.

Martha closed her eyes and tried to soothe her breathing. She could hear ripping the package open and placing it on himself. Her heart was beating out of chest and she still couldn't dare to open her eyes even when she felt the lab table shift under her and his hands upon her legs. His lips came to hers and she opened her eyes. As he nibbled and sucked on her lips, she looked into his bright blue eyes.

She shook her head nervously when he asked if she was ready. She moaned as softly as she could when she felt him beginning to push inside of her. His fingers ghosting over her body only heightened and she moaned loudly when he begin to pick up a rhythm. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he attacked her nipples; biting, sucking and nipping at them.

She arched against him, having him finally fill her completely and deeply as he could. She could feel his snitches ripping but she could fix them when this was over. He wanted nothing but him at this moment. She slowly slid her leg across his side then wrapped her leg around his waist, allowing more access. She softly arched against him again and moaned.

He groaned into her, pushing as deeply as he could, breathing reduced to a husky pant, her groans were killing him, he worked his kisses up, sucking gently on one earlobe and then the next. Her legs wrapped around him was driving him crazy, he licked her throat, she was like some beautiful instrument, he no longer cared if he was just filling a gap, it was a good gap to fill. He sucked on her next hard enough to mark a little before returning to her lips, kissing her softly and then deeper and harder, more and more heatedly, he was so hot he thought he should melt at any moment. Hands still roaming, finding the places she responded best to and playing them, his right hand cupped round her face, sweeping back the hair that had come loose so he could look into her deep brown eyes.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful." He whispered huskily into her mouth, rhythm never breaking, keeping in time and pace with his kisses and words, his hand swept down her neck in a caress, cupping her breast once more, and rubbing the nipple gently.

His words burned her ears while her hands roamed down his backside. She could feel herself getting close. It had been so long since someone had touched her, too long. She wanted it to last and she tried her hardest to hold it off.

She groaned against his touch when his hands moved down to her chest again. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt her walls starting to contract around him.

"I...I..." as all she say as he pushed himself as deep as he could. She moaned and bucked up against him again.

I…I…

As she clenched around him, he almost lost it, balls tightening in preparation. Her hands on his body, all this heat, he wanted more. She was bucking against him, he brought his face to hers, kissing deeply, quickly, breaking to breathe, thrusts becoming more rapid, more desperate. His thighs were banging into the table now, and he pulled her onto him, possessively, fingers ghosting still over her body. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk, making only animal like grunts and moans, deep down somewhere he was shocked no one had knocked on the door. He closed his eyes, feeling his eyelashes brush over the skin, every nerve in his body seemed to be working over time, everything seemed closer, hotter, in bright, better colors.

The world seemed to explode around her and she held on tightly to him as she came down. Martha panted against his ear, her moans filling the room as she continued to clench around him. Her legs remained around his waist when she felt him let himself go.

"God," she breathed out, her forehead resting against his.

He lost it just after her, seeing stars, feeling her cling to him, his breaths still coming in desperate pants, legs turning to jelly he allowed himself to rest on the wall a little, enjoying the remaining physical contact with her.

"Weren't so bad yourself..." He gasped into her, grinning, trying the age old pun. Feeling himself slip from her, using his left hand to remove the condom, and tying it quickly, dropping into a nearby bin. Still breathless he could do little else but stare at her, very much aware of every little bit of her at once.

Martha sat up on the lab table, her body still very much responding to his even though was standing away from her. She dropped her feet over the table and then slid off. Watching him, she gathered her clothes.

"Thank you," she replied cheekly as she moved closer to him. She took ahold of the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers. With one hand filled with clothes and the other on the back of his head, she kissed him deeply. "You weren't so bad yourself," she laughed when she pulled away.

She didn't move from him but pulled her clothes on before him. Blood run down his chest but it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

"I'll fix you right up," she replied, moving around him after she pulled her clothes on. She picked up her chart and turned to look at him. "We should do that again, somewhere else," she replied cheekly then looked back down at her chart, a smile still ever present on her face.