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Martha Jones/Ross Jenkins

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Private Ross Jenkins surfaced from unconsciousness to an awareness of someone holding his hand. He opened his eyes carefully and took in the deep gaze of the UNIT MO sitting at his bedside.

"Ma'am?" He gave her a questioning look as he realised she was the one holding his hand.

"Welcome back Ross," Martha said softly, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, ma'am." He was still feeling dazed from the effects of the Sontaran weapon, but he did notice the way her gaze seemed to be fixed on his face.

Then she leaned forward and kissed him carefully on the mouth and he felt blood rushing into his face (and his groin), and realised abruptly that he was naked beneath the thin sheet that covered him.

"Um." He couldn't seem to find any more words after she pulled away from him.

"My hero," she said. "You were the only member of your squad to survive. I would have been very upset if you hadn't." She cupped his cheek in her hand, rubbing her thumb tenderly across his skin. Her touch was unbelievably sensual and he felt himself growing more aroused; he really hoped she wouldn't notice before he could get himself under control again.

"You'll be allowed out of here soon, to go and recuperate," she told him, still holding his gaze with her own until he felt he might drown in the depths of her dark eyes.

"Thank you, ma'am."

~~~~~~

Several hours later, Ross was lying on his bed in his quarters trying to sleep, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Martha Jones came in. Ross started to get up, but she waved him back.

"No, stay there," she said as she closed the door behind her. "I just thought I'd come and see how you were feeling now. Can't sleep?"

He shook his head. "Every time I try, I just keep seeing that corridor full of Sontarans," he told her.

"Then I shall have to give you something to help you sleep," she said. She pulled off her jacket and hung it on the peg on the back of his door, then pulled off her shoes.

"Ma'am?" He gave her a puzzled look.

"Relax Ross," she said. "Just relax."

She continued to undress and he watched her, completely mesmerised as each item of clothing that she removed revealed more of her warm brown skin.

"Ma'am, I don't think – "

"Good," she interrupted, "you shouldn't think, just feel."

Moments later, Private Ross Jenkins was completely naked and being straddled by a very energetic MO. He whimpered and moaned as Martha moved, pleasure coursing through his body. Never, in his wildest dreams, had he expected even one of his fantasies about Dr Jones to be realised, and he vaguely wondered if he was dreaming the whole thing. But he didn't think he could have dreamt the guttural moan that was drawn out of her as she came hard, her muscles clenching tightly around his cock, and then he was coming too.

"You'll sleep fine now," she told him, leaning down until her hard nipples brushed against his chest, her hair falling around their faces as she kissed him fiercely.

"Thank you ma'am." He could barely get the words out.

"Sleep well Ross Jenkins," she whispered, as she lifted herself off him. He was vaguely aware of her removing the condom, then covering him with a sheet again, and he was asleep before she'd finished dressing.

Requests: Donna/Ross Jenkins, Donna/Sgt Benton, Martha/Tosh

Martha Jones/Toshiko Sato

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“This never used to happen” Martha starts as Tosh edges in with two cups of coffee (and so Ianto’s legacy continues on), her only response is a deliberately blank look and a much needed cup shoved into her hand.

“I mean, I’ve traveled a lot…”

“I’ve heard” Tosh sits on the bed, taking a casual sip from her cup, Martha vaguely notes the drop of coffee making it’s slow way down and automatically reaches out a finger to stop it.

And then it is just a matter of ignoring the way steady brown eyes are fixed on her.

“…But this is the first time I’ve gone farther then a kiss with anybody I’ve met out there.”

A cup is set down, another cup is pulled out of Martha’s hands and suddenly Tosh is extremely close… Again “we’ll have to work on rectifying that won’t we?”

And then there is no more discussion.

Requests: Ten/Clyde, Ten/Luke/Maria, Tish Jones/Ten