He was nothing like any of the men she'd seen before. He looked young but he insisted he was over a couple thousand Earth years old, going by the name Doctor and always sending them off to some new and strange world. And he had the softest blue eyes and the most ruffled hair and the deepest voiced of anyone she'd met.
It was a calm day; if any day in the blue TARDIS could be called that. The Doctor was fiddling around with the controls in the center console, humming some old song in a language she'd never heard before while he pulled levers and shifted gears.
Meg Masters wasn't exactly what people would call a poster girl, she'd met the Doctor while she was on the run from some cops who had gotten wind that she was behind a series of robberies around a small town in North Dakota. He'd accidentally bumped into her while he was chasing down some alien renegade and invited her to join him on a journey to the stars (Which obviously beat jail).
"Doc, where are we going?" She asked finally, tired of the long silence that hung in the TARDIS's quiet lobby.
"It's a surprise."
"That's what you said when we crashed on that cannibal planet."
"Yes, and it was a surprise, wasn't it?" She couldn't help but notice how attractive he was (for an old man who lived in a box). She admired how good he looked, how his hair was always ruffled and everywhere, and how he seemed to have a forever stubble resting on his was actually pretty sexy.
"Doctor…how long has it been since you've been with someone?"
He paused for a moment over the controls, slowly lifting his pale eyes to gaze at her. "Not since my planet was destroyed. Why?"
Meg smirked. "I feel like that's the same for me too. Without the whole planet thing. You obviously must get lonely."
"That's why I have companions."
"Really," Meg stood from her seat at the opposite end of the room, slowly making her way to his side. "So like, friend companions or, you know, butt companions."
The Doctor made an uncomfortable noise as he found her right infront of him, her eyes narrowed. "I never thought of my companions as…butts."
"Well, would you like to? I'm sure you would."
"Meg I-" he choked as Meg grabbed his chine hard, slamming his lips hard into hers and biting hard on his tongue. Almost expecting him to pull away, he grabbed her tight and slammed her into the TARDIS console, kissing her hard and feeling her hands run over his silk dress shirt.
He felt horrible doing this inside the TARDIS, but he was indeed lonely, and she came to him first.
He grunted as she straightened herself on the console, tearing at his shirt and clawing off his dirty tan trench coat (which she had washed on several occasions and was pissed that it always seemed to stay the same shade of blackish tan). Sliding down his front she trailed her nails down his now bare chest, sighing as he simply ripped her shirt, trailing his hand from her arms to the top of her head as she squatted down to his crotch, trailing her fingers into the waistband of his slacks and tugging softly at the buttons.
The Doctor leaned his large hands on the edge of the TARDIS controls as Meg slipped her lips around his cock, soft touches radiating over his body as his companion worked over his larger-than-average genitals. The Doctor clawed at her scalp as pleasure hit him hard and vicious, clawing at his instincts to pull away and forcing him to fade into his lust.
When he climaxed, he felt her pull away from his penis and trail her tongue up his body until she finally reached his lips, beautiful pain radiating from the bites and scratches she left on his tanned skin.
"My turn, Doctor," Meg laughed with a seductive chuckle. "Don't spare the rod."