AN: A ficlet inspired by Mark Strickson's remark that Turlough always ended up trapped by the enemy in one way or another. Actually, I was going to name this after that quote, but then I realized that a romance fic entitled "Various States of Bondage" might be misconstrued as much dirtier than it is intended to be. At any rate, here it is. I don't own these characters.
And here he was again, pinned to a wall. Typical.
Only, this time, Turlough wasn't on some alien planet. He wasn't being held captive by a warrior race, in shackles or handcuffs. There weren't any vicious monsters or instruments of torture. He wasn't even being confined to quarantine. No, this time, he was just on the TARDIS, as per usual, but he was held against the wall of the corridor by none other than Tegan.
He wasn't terribly surprised by it. Honestly, if anything, he was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. However, he was somewhat confused by the fact that, rather than screaming at him or foaming at the mouth, as were her two most common states, Tegan was kissing him.
Well, now, that was certainly a change from the ordinary.
Had he not been so surprised, perhaps he might have actually adjusted his position. It would have been nice to have some freedom in the kiss, rather than simply stand there awkwardly, his arms flattened against the wall. Indeed, the moment was so surprising that he wasn't even entirely sure how he had ended up in that spot in the first place. They hadn't been arguing, had they? No, he didn't think they had been. Maybe?
No, now he remembered. He'd insinuated something about Earthlings knowing nothing of romance, which, to be fair, he'd seen no evidence that they did. Tegan must have taken that as a challenge, as she was so wont to do. Before he knew it, she had his arms pinned next to either side of his head, and her mouth quickly flew up to his own before he could even think of an intelligible reply.
And, so, here he was.
Turlough found that the kiss wasn't half bad, unlike what his earlier assumptions may have implied. Actually, if he was being perfectly honest, he rather enjoyed it. Was his heart beating a bit faster than normal? He didn't mind. Did his tie feel a tad too tight? Well, he would just have to fix that as soon as Tegan released his wrists.
When she finally did release him, she gave a quick smirk and began walking away down the corridor. Turlough quickly made an attempt to regain his composure, and called out after her. "Is that all? For a moment I actually thought you might prove me wrong?"
His little plan worked, and, soon, Tegan was on him again, tugging at his tie so as to bring his lips closer to hers. As she led him down the corridor, Turlough could only hope that what followed would be a considerably more free experience.