Sister-wife warm-up festivities first

A/N: I want to take a moment to dedicate this chapter to one of my regular reviewers, ayyar, for inspiring the bulk of the content of this chapter with one of his comments. Thanks pal. I hope you like this one.

Happy reading, ya all.

As the TARDIS doors hissed shut behind them, the Doctor's voice echoed through the console room, his eyes scanning the controls with a level of intensity that made both women pause. "Welcome back, my dears. I'm glad you're both on board now. I must admit, I've been somewhat...distracted. There's quite a bit of work to be done on the TARDIS to accommodate our growing family."

His hands danced over the controls, with Amy deciding that his fingers were tapping out a rhythm that looked more like a symphony conducted by a director of an orchestra.

Martha watched, fascinated, as the TARDIS around them began to hum with life, the sound of walls and corridors shifting and expanding in the distance, growing to accommodate the new spaces the Doctor was creating. She could feel the faint vibrations as the Dimensionally Transcendental Time Machine extended its boundaries, its consciousness following with the Doctor’s command.

“What are you adding, Doctor?” Martha asked, her eyes sparking with curiosity.

"Mostly new rooms so that we already have more space for any future women I recruit," He responded, before winking at her. "But I am also taking the liberty to program the TARDIS to set up space for a nice spa facility. You know, so that all of you gals can enjoy some relaxing time when you feel like it." Both Martha and Amy grinned at that, their eyes dancing with shared amusement.

"In that case, be sure to add a sauna before you are done, Doctor" Martha teased with a smirk. "I suddenly find myself fantasizing about you having your way with my sweaty body inside a sauna. It would be nice to make that a reality!"

The Doctor laughed, an almost boyish sound that conveyed how delighted he was by the idea. "Well, I do like to keep my ladies happy. A sauna it is, then! Now, as much as I would love to finish making things official with you in bed, my dear Martha, I am afraid you'll have excuse me for a bit. These expansions require my constant attention. But I am sure you can find a way to...enjoy each other's company for the next half an hour," He told them with a wink.

And with that, he turned his full attention back to the TARDIS console, his fingers dancing over the controls with swift precision.

Amy and Martha exchanged a look, both of them suppressing laughter at the Doctor’s blatant innuendo.

“Well,” Amy said, grinning, “looks like we’ve got half an hour to kill.”

Martha raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the Doctor’s profile as he focused on his work. “And you have an idea how to do that?”

Amy leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "First, let's enjoy this wine in my bedroom. After that...I have an idea to get to know each other better in a fun manner."

Martha smirked back at her at that. "Very well then, lead the way to your bedroom, my fellow sister-wife."

Amy giggled at that and took her hand as they walked through the corridor. When they reached Amy's bedroom, she opened the door and motioned for Martha to enter first.

The room was cozy and inviting, but before Martha could pay much attention to the minor details, Amy opened her nightstand drawer and grabbed a corkscrew before turning back to her. Then, she grabbed a couple of wine glasses she kept on her room's table for easy access when she felt like drinking and passed the opener to Martha with a smile.

“You do the honors. It’s the least I can do after urging the Doctor to brainwash you too,” Amy said, her eyes dancing with playful mischief.

Martha chuckled, shaking her head in amusement as she took the corkscrew. “Well, I can’t argue with that. It’s about time you do something nice for me.”

After popping the cork, she poured the wine into the glasses, handing one to Amy. The first sip was divine—a symphony of flavors that seemed to dance on the tongue, each tasting exactly as if it had been crafted just for them.

“Oh, this is bloody marvelous,” Amy moaned, her eyes rolling back as she savored the wine. “I can see why you kept it for a special occasion.”

Martha smiled and took another sip, her eyes never leaving Amy’s. “It’s not every day you get mind-controlled into joining a Time Lord’s harem. Figured it was a good enough reason to break out the good stuff.”

Amy set her glass down and moved closer to Martha, her eyes dark with desire. “You know, I think this stuff is going to my head a bit. Or maybe it’s just the company.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Martha’s ear. “Because all I can think about right now is how fucking good it’s going to feel to tear your clothes off and make you scream with pleasure.”

Martha shuddered at the words, her breath hitching as she felt Amy’s body press against hers. She turned her head, their lips meeting in a fierce, **** kiss. Tongues clashed and teeth scraped as they devoured each other, the wine forgotten in their haste to satisfy their newfound desires.

Amy’s hands roamed Martha’s body, cupping her breasts through her shirt before pinching her nipples, making her gasp into their kiss.

Martha’s hands mirrored her movements, gripping Amy’s ass and pulling her closer, grinding their bodies together. The friction was delicious, but it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck,” Martha breathed, breaking the kiss to trail her mouth down Amy’s neck. “I want you. I want you so damn bad.”

Amy moaned, arching her back to give Martha better access. “Then take me. I want you just as much.”

Martha growled, her hands tugging at the hem of Amy’s shirt. Amy lifted her arms, allowing Martha to pull the shirt off and toss it aside.

The redhead wore a simple black bra underneath, the lace a stark contrast to her fair skin. Martha’s mouth watered as she took in the sight, her hands aching to touch the soft skin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Amy’s collarbone before cupping her breasts.

Amy gasped, her hips jerking as Martha’s thumbs brushed against her nipples. “Shit, that feels good,” she breathed.

Martha smiled, her eyes dark with lust as she watched Amy’s reaction.

“Let’s get you out of this bra, shall we?” she murmured, her fingers tracing the line of the lace.

Amy nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, please.”

Martha unhooked the bra with a flick of her fingers, letting the lace fall away. Amy’s breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. Martha leaned in, capturing one tight peak in her mouth. She sucked and nipped, her hands kneading the soft flesh.

Amy moaned, her head falling back, her hands fisting in Martha’s hair.

“Fuck, yes,” she panted, her hips bucking against Martha’s touch. “You’re so fucking good at that.”

Martha chuckled low in her throat, the vibrations sending shivers down Amy’s spine before she started speaking again. “That's interesting to know, given that I have never slept with a woman before or even imagined doing that before the Doctor recruited me. But fuck, I have rarely felt this turned on in my whole life, so I guess I am a natural at this." She admitted, her voice breathless with excitement. "I guess we just have the Doctor to thank for that, don't we Amy?" She murmured as her thumb flicked at her other nipple, making her moan.

"I know what you mean," Amy groaned, her chest bucking against Martha’s touch. "I’m not usually into girls as much as boys, and as of today I will always love the Doctor most, but this…this is fucking intense, and we are just getting started. Sister-wife sex is best." She said dreamily.

Martha chuckled as she unbuttoned Amy's pants and pushed them down, helping her step out of them. She was left in just her panties, a smirk playing on her lips as she admired the red lace lingerie.. "You've been planning this, haven't you?" she murmured.

Amy grinned. "Maybe a little. I wanted to be ready for you when it was decided that we would track you down to recruit you." She reached out, her fingertips trailing up Martha's thigh, making her shiver. "Now, let's get you out of these clothes."

Martha nodded, her breath hitching as Amy noticed that her touch sent sparks through her body. She quickly undid her own jeans, shucking them off along with her underwear. Her shirt soon followed, and then, just like that, she was completely naked, standing before Amy, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement.

Amy growled low in her throat, her eyes raking over Martha’s body lustfully. “By the stars, you’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Martha’s hip before sliding up to cup her breast. Martha trembled as Amy’s thumb brushed against her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

She could see the desire in Amy’s eyes, the way her gaze roamed over Martha’s body, taking in every curve and line. It made her feel like the most desirable creature in existence, and she told Amy as much in a whisper.

“You like that?” Amy asked, her voice a low purr.

“Yes,” Martha breathed, her eyes never leaving Amy’s. “I like it very much.”

Amy smiled, a wicked curve of her lips that made Martha’s heart race. “Good. Because, as you are a complete newbie at lesbian sex, I’m going to make you experience a lot of things you will come to like, Martha. So, get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I want to see your pussy up close before I taste it.”

Martha licked her lips, her eyes widening at the command. She quickly moved to the bed, her heart pounding in her bare chest. She spread her legs, her breath hitching as she watched Amy’s eyes darken with lust.

Amy looked her over, her gaze moving from Martha’s breasts down to her pussy, lingering on the slight sheen of arousal coating her lips. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Martha shivered, her hands clenching the bedsheets. Amy's words had sent a thrill through her, and she could feel literally see the arousal growing, her pussy throbbing with slippery desire.

Amy smiled slowly, her eyes never leaving Martha's body. "You're blushing from head to toe," she noted, her voice teasing. "Are you embarrassed, Doctor's little harem girl?"

Martha shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Not anymore, but like said, I've just never...done this before."

Amy just smirked, crawling onto the bed. She moved slowly, giving Martha a chance to take in her body, to watch as her breasts swayed and her hips rolled.

Martha’s breaths become louder as Amy positioned herself between her legs, her hands resting on Martha’s inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Amy murmured, her eyes roaming over Martha’s body like a caress. “I can’t wait to become the first woman to taste you.”

Martha shivered, her breath hitching as Amy’s fingers trailed up her thighs, inching closer to her core. She spread her legs wider and then locked eyes with her. "Then don't wait. Make sure I become your sister-wife in EVERY sense of the word," She told Amy, her eyes shining like a liquid pool of loving desire.

Amy grinned, her teeth white and sharp in the dim light of her bedroom. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're screaming my name while you come for me. Let's your pussy all lubricated and ready for the Doctor's cock."

Martha moaned, her pussy clearly clenching at the thought. "Fuck, yes."

And just like that, Amy moved her red mane so it didn't get in her way and gave a slow, long lick across her slit, wanting to savor the moment and the taste of her womanly essence.

Martha let out a gasp of pure pleasure and threw her head back into the pillow, her hips bucking up and forward, eager to meet that first touch and get more. It was so fucking intense, her body was already on fire with sapphic need and desire.

Amy looked up from between her legs, "Fuck, your pussy tastes incredible, Martha. I could get addicted to licking you right here."

"Oh, fuck yes, don't you dare stop," Martha begged, her voice breathy and needy. She was so sensitive and every touch from Amy felt amplified.

The redhead suckled on one of her clit, her tongue flicking the hard nub repeatedly, making Martha's moans echo in the room. Amy reached up and started to play with Martha’s tits, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingertips.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, Amy! Don't stop!" Martha cried out, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her. Her hips gyrated up to meet Amy’s mouth, needing more friction, more contact.

"I'm not going to stop, darling," Amy murmured against her cunt. "I'm gonna make you orgasm so hard on my tongue. I want you screaming my fucking name as you come undone all over my face, Martha." She added, her voice low and hoarse with desire.

Martha’s hips moved faster, her back arching as she sought out more of Amy’s touch. "Fuck, yes! Argh, eat me! Just feast on me!"

Amy liked the sound of that, so she kept licking and sucking at Martha’s clit, her fingers pinching and twisting her nipples harder than before. The combination of sensations soon sent Martha over the edge.

Her whole body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her back bowing off the bed as she screamed Amy’s name.

“Fuck, Amy! Yes! Oh God, yes!”

And Amy didn’t relent. She kept her tongue pressed against Martha’s clit, flicking it rapidly, drawing out every second of her orgasm until Martha was a trembling, sweaty mess.

Only then did Amy sit up, a wicked grin on her face as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Damn, that was hot,” she said, her voice husky and dripping with pride.

Martha didn't reply, looking temporarily speechless with her mouth agape in a frozen scream.

It only made Amy's smirk widen.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the first time together between Amy and Martha after spending the last few chapters developing their new relationship. As always please remember to review and I will update again as soon as I can.