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Harry/Martha

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If he'd been twenty years younger, he'd have said that Dr. Martha Jones was very attractive, but, he reminds himself sternly, he's pushing sixty and Harry Sullivan isn't that sort of a man.

What she is, is extremely good at her job. She's highly intelligent, a lot more so than most of his contemporaries, not to mention confident and professional far beyond her years. Of course, he understands why. UNIT knew her story before she came to work with them, and he's since heard hints of it from Martha herself, although she's naturally taciturn about the details.

They've gone from the awkwardness of his being her superior officer, to colleagues, to good friends in a terribly short time. It started, as it would, with comparing their experiences regarding the Doctor, as they had the common ground of having chosen to leave him, and rapidly progressed to the fact that her ex-fiancé and his ex-wife, marvelous people though they were, never fully understood the lives they'd led.

He tries not to call women "old girl" these days, except Sarah, of course, but that's a very old joke between them now. However, he slipped once with Martha and she seemed to find it funny. Perhaps even endearing, although he's quite sure he shouldn't be thinking that.

She's a very modern young woman, and he's used to the slightly forward jokes she makes now. He even rather likes them, despite feeling like a bit of a dinosaur around her sometimes. She still hasn't stopped teasing him about his blushing when they bumped into each other coming around a corner and she fell on top of him. He doesn't mind really. He likes it when he can make her smile.

He's surprised when she asks him out for dinner, but he agrees readily, because it's nice to have a meal with a friend once in a while.

Later, she kisses him goodnight on her doorstep, but then pulls him into the house after her, laughing. As he stumbles over the threshold and catches her around the waist, Harry knows he's in love.

Requests: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart/Donna Noble, River Song/Rose Tyler, Martha Jones/River Song

Re: Martha/River

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Martha gazed in surprise at River, her lips still tingling from the force of the older woman's kiss. She ran her tongue over her lips, eyes wide with surprise, but River could see a flare of desire in their dark depths as well.

She grabbed the younger woman's hand and tugged her over to the bed, pulling her down with her. Martha whimpered a little as River began to kiss her neck and throat. She'd come to check that River was okay after their latest misadventure, and hadn't expected to be snogged until she was breathless.

"You taste so good," River said huskily, between kisses and nips at Martha's dark skin.

"You – you – " Somehow Martha couldn't finish the rest of her sentence as River pushed her t-shirt up off her flat stomach and began swirling her tongue around Martha's belly button. She gasped when River began tracing her tongue over the tattoo on her stomach, then gasped again when she felt her jeans being removed.

Her knickers swiftly followed her jeans onto the floor of River's room, then the older woman was kissing and nipping at her sensitive inner thighs.

"I thought you and the Doctor – " Once again Martha couldn't finish her sentence as River drew her tongue up the length of Martha's entrance, before teasing her clit.

"We're not exclusive," River said, answering Martha's incomplete question as she took a moment to catch her breath before dipping back down to slide her tongue into Martha's increasingly wet pussy.

"Oh. Oh god!"

A finger joined the tongue inside her, and then a second one slid into her, and then Martha's hips were bucking up off the bed and she was crying River's name.

River continued to finger her as she kissed a path back up Martha's body. "Besides, once the TARDIS lets him know what we're doing, he'll want to join in. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes!" cried Martha as she came hard, muscles clamping tightly around River's fingers.

Requests: Martha/Evelyn Smythe, Martha/Six, Martha/Brig - smut/prons not a necessity !

River/Rose

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Killer Christmas trees, Santas with guns, and the Doctor saving the day - everything's normal, right? He even invites her to go along with the new him.

But the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and suddenly it's springtime and they're still in London and Rose can't deny that things just aren't the same.

She often goes down to the waterfront; finds herself at Canary Wharf, not to shop, but to sit and look at the water. She goes alone, wrapped up in her thoughts and her worries and her doubts.

"Hard to believe this will all be destroyed in just a few years," a voice says one day, from behind her, as she's sitting quietly by the water. She turns around; the voice belongs to a pretty woman with incredible curls. The woman looks a little wistful, but then she shakes her head.

"No point dwelling on what's yet to come," she says. "That way lies madness. I'm River, you're Rose, and I'm here to help you out." She sticks out her hand in a very matter-of-fact way, as if strange women approach Rose and talk to her of the future every day.

After a moment's hesitation, Rose takes River's hand and shakes it. After all, time travel's her line of work, these days.

River sits down next to Rose. She has a certain energy that makes Rose shiver; the air crackles around River, in an exciting and yet somewhat frightening way.

"He changes, Rose," River says, without preamble. "That what he does. I've seen it enough times to know. But he's still the same man. And he still wants you to be with him."

"The Doctor?" Rose says, caught off guard. "I mean, if you know the future, but - he's done this before?"

River smiles. "So many times, sweetie. And so many times to come. And it hurts, I know. I was particularly attached to one face in particular, myself. My first. You always love your first just that little bit more. You always carry them around in a special place in your heart."

Rose finds herself nodding along. She can't stop looking at River as she talks; the other woman is electric now, animated when talking about the Doctor.

River pulls out a small diary; it's blue, looks like the TARDIS, a little bit. She flips through the pages slowly. "Canary Wharf. It's in your future. That's a long way off, though. You have so many adventures to go."

"How do you know all this?" Rose asks. "Are you a friend, or...?"

River taps her closed lips, and curves them into a smile. "Spoilers," she says. "The Doctor doesn't know that I know all this yet. He doesn't know I'm mucking about in his past. But he leaves such messy business behind: lost souls, broken hearts, and beautiful women that he never even kisses."

Rose startles at the last bit, but River is leaning over already, and the kiss is good, warm and full of crackling energy, like a live wire. Artron energy, Rose thinks, for a second, bad wolf, all that ever could be. Then the kiss is over, and Rose shakes her head.

"It's called a sense memory," River says. "You saved the world, Rose, even if you don't remember. He was your first, too, even if you don't remember that either."

"You're my first now too," Rose blurts out, then blushes. "I mean..."

River smiles like the cat that got the cream. "I know," she says. "I'm keeping score."

Rose laughs. She's pretty sure she's still dreaming; this is one of the most absurd conversations she's ever had. "You're crazy," she says, smiling.

"All the best people are," River replies, standing up. "Go with him, and be amazing. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. I'd tell you, but..." She taps her lips again, and smiles widely.

Rose sits and watches as River walks away, watches her hair, her hips, her confident stride. Some time later, she stands up too, and walks home. The Doctor is waiting; he's ready to get going. She packs her bag. It's time to adventure.

Prompts!: Anji Kapoor/River Song, Amy Pond/Rose Tyler, Katarina/Vicki