Part 3

"Martha," Ross once again protested as they got into the cab. "I do not need for you to babysit me. Once again, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"I never said you weren't," she told him. "I just don't think you should have to take care of yourself while you're injured." He stared at her in shock. "And why would you want to?"

"Uh…I…," he stammered. "I agree. It's just…ah…I don't have a change of clothes."

Martha laughed. "We'll worry about that tomorrow. I have some things you can wear until then."

"You don't have to do this, Martha," he told her.

Martha couldn't believe he actually felt guilty about letting her help him. "It's done, Ross. And there's nothing you can do about it. Now, sit back and relax until we get to my flat. Doctor's orders." She smiled at him. Ross returned her smile and tried to get comfortable.

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"Are you sure I can't help you with anything?" the man who looked so much like the Doctor asked. He sat on the sofa propped up with pillows.

"You're the patient," she told him. "You're not allowed to help." She paused. "Actually, you can let me know which you want," she said as she turned to him holding a bottle of wine and a bottle of painkillers.

"Oh, definitely wine," he responded quickly.

Martha smiled. "Excellent choice," she agreed and went back to the kitchen to dump the pill bottle on the kitchen counter. She returned with a corkscrew.

Ross watched the young doctor as she opened the wine and grabbed two wine glasses. He noticed how graceful her movements were as she poured the wine and strolled to the den where Ross was contentedly studying her every move. She sat down and handed him the glass in one fluid motion that he could only describe as perfection. She took a sip of wine and closed her eyes as she licked her lips. Once again, he marveled at how incredibly beautiful and sexy Martha Jones was. Then, he noticed the expectant look on her face.

"Oh," he said when he realized he'd been staring. "Thank you."

Martha cleared her throat. "So, to what should we toast?" she asked. "Let's not toast to you getting shot." They laughed.

"How about we toast to our first adventure?" he suggested.

"The Nhajk cyber attack this afternoon?" she asked.

"Blimey, was that today?" he inquired, surprise. "It seems like ages ago, doesn't it?"

"You do look a bit exhausted, don't you?" she explained.

"Well, we'll toast to today—as a whole—as our first adventure!" he amended.

"To our first adventure!" she joined in.

"Thank you, Dr. Jones."

"What for, Mr. Moore?" she inquired.

"Thank you for, well," he stammered. "Thank you for accepting me and not having a look of disappointment when you learned I wasn't the Doctor. It meant a lot to me."

"You never have to worry about something like that with me, Ross," she told him. "I know who you are. You're a wonderful, charming, intelligent man who sees me."

"Thank you, Martha," he said. "And, I do see you. How could I not see you?" He let his eyes travel from her beautiful face, to her neck (and oh how he wanted to know the taste of it!), to the elegant way she held her shoulders, to her exquisite breasts. Martha looked away shyly, aware of his perusal of her. "I'm sorry," he said, utterly embarrassed. "That's completely inappropriate." He sighed. "I'm not sure my staying here is the best idea, Martha. I'm extremely attracted to you and I don't want to play the injured man you feel you have to help."

"We talked about this," she reminded him. "I don't have to help; I want to help. You're a good person and I like spending time with you." She slid closer to him and put their glasses of wine on the coffee table. She took his hand in hers. "Let's check on your bandages, shall we?"

He gently grabbed her hand as she reached for his bandages. "No," he said. She looked up into his expressive brown eyes. "Blimey, you're beautiful." He released her hand and brought his hand to her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

Ross thought how easy it would be to just lean forward a bit and kiss her. Just one kiss and he'd go away happy. He'd never have to touch her again…

And he was kissing her. And she was kissing him. He hesitantly pulled away.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't just want to shag you, Martha," he said. "I want so much more from you. Now, I know that seems strange since we've only just begun to spend time together."

"Ross, listen to me," she said as she put a finger to his lips. "I like what's happening between us. It feels…right. Let's see where this goes and we'll try and make it up as we go." He smiled. "Now, just lie back and relax, Mr. Moore."

Ross lay against the pillows once more and heaved a sigh of content. He felt her hand begin to explore the area around his wound. Soon, it traveled to the other side of his torso. It was then that Ross remembered he was still shirtless.

He opened his eyes and watched as Martha's delicate hand traveled through the hairs on his chest and down the trail it made until it disappeared under his trousers. She looked up at him and winked. He gasped and was about to say something when she shushed him and giggled. She opened the button on his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper with one hand. The other hand continued to play with the thin strip of hair leading to his hardening cock. She stopped and moved down to his shoes and began divesting him of them. She motioned for him to lift up his bum so she could pull his jeans down his slim legs.

"Boxer-briefs," she said. "Impressive."

She crawled back up his body and carefully straddled him before leaning forward to kiss him again.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked in between kisses. He hoped she said yes, because he was really enjoying the feel of her body on his.

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be doing it," she told him. "Now, you don't get to move. You're injured."

The young doctor returned to kissing Ross before making sure his neck was thoroughly licked. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as she kissed and licked down his chest to his stomach and cupped his erection. He moaned in pleasure. Before moving down his body, she took his right earlobe between her teeth and gently tugged. Ross moaned and used his uninjured arm to pull her closer to him. She carefully removed his boxer-briefs and tossed them to the floor.

"Martha, you're a bit over-dressed," he observed. "Can we do something about that?"

Martha obliged by first standing and removing her blouse and trousers. Then, she returned to her position on top of the beautiful nude man lying on her sofa. She unfastened the clasp on her bra and pulled it from her breasts. Ross's eyes hungrily watched as she took his free hand and brought it to her breast. He teased her nipple with his fingers and moved the hand to the other breast. Martha gave a contented sigh and began to grind herself against his erection.

She knew he'd been through so much and wanted to make him see what an amazing and beautiful man he really was. She leaned over to kiss him just once more.

"Ross," she said after they pulled apart to breathe. Her forehead rested against his. "I want to do something to make you feel good."

"But, you are!"

"No, wait," she told him. "I want to do something before we continue."

"Whatever you think is necessary," he answered, a bit confused.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"With my life," he answered as he looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

Martha smiled and slid down his body. Ross moaned at the contact. When she reached his prominent erection, she stopped and placed soft, feather-light kisses on his left thigh. Martha gave a self-satisfied smile as he whimpered. She moved to the other thigh and continued the same oral attention. Once he had relaxed, she moved to his balls and licked from bottom to top.

"Oh, my," he said, obviously surprised.

"Just relax," she directed as she looked up at him. He nodded and acquiesced.

She gently sucked on his balls before running her tongue to his shaft and up his hard length. He shivered and tried to remain calm. Martha swirled her tongue around the head of his throbbing erection before taking him into her mouth. She relaxed her throat and took his entire length into her mouth.

"Oooooh!" he groaned. Ross had no idea anything could feel so exquisite. "Martha…you're going to have to stop that or this is going to be over before it's begun."

Martha pulled back and went down on his cock once more before removing her mouth.

"I thought you'd like that," she said disappointed.

"I did," he replied. "That's the problem."

She looked as if she was considering something before she said, "Okay, I'll be right back." She stood and walked into her bedroom. Less than a minute later, she returned holding something. "You can't be too careful," she told him has she produced a handful of condoms. She opened one of the little packets and slid it onto his waiting erection. She straddled him once again before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Her eyes asked if he was ready. He nodded quickly. She lowered herself onto his erection and they both hissed in pleasure. She let herself adjust to his size before moving all the way up and all the way down his shaft. Ross couldn't stop himself from thrusting up to meet her downward strokes. Soon, they were meeting each other stroke for stroke. Martha felt her orgasm approaching and began to move faster. Soon, she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Ross felt her walls squeezing his cock and immediately came with a roar.

Martha collapsed on top of him, careful not to hurt his bullet wound.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He was still trying to catch his breath as Martha sat up. "Ross?"

"I'm better than okay," he told her. He pulled her down to rest on top of him once more. "And you," he said as he caressed her face. "You're amazing." He sighed happily once again. "So, what happens now?"

"Now," she stated as she sat up. "We get you into bed and go to sleep."

"That's not…"

"I said we'll make it up as we go along," she reminded him. "Let's not worry about this tonight. As a matter of fact, the only thing I'm worried about right now is making sure you're comfortable in bed." She carefully stood and gathered her things. She walked to her bedroom. A few minutes later, she came back wearing a t-shirt and posed to show her muscles. "Are you ready?"

"I think I can make it to the bedroom, Martha," Ross chuckled.

"I'm sure you can," she agreed. "But, it's so much more fun when I assist. Don't you think?" she asked as she lightly trailed her fingers down his chest and to his thighs.

"Oh, definitely!" he giddily replied.

End

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