Author Notes: I blame Kate Orman, who said I should write up a fic like this when I told her that I call The Doctor "Theta Sigma" because my last fandom was Doctor Octopus (Otto Octavius), and I accidentally try to call The Doctor "Otto" sometimes.
She pushed him up against the TARDIS console, hands roaming. After a long day at work, the only place she wanted to be was in his velvet clad arms. (Or, baring that, a bar. But luckily his arms were available.)
Her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Having been working on the time ship before she arrived, he smelled of burned wires and tea and the comforting yet sweetly alien smell of his sweat. Tipping his head to the side, he planted a row of gentle, delicate, teasing kisses from jawbone to clavicle. She thrilled at the touch of his lips, and squirmed and giggled at the feel of his long curly hair brushing against her skin.
Losing herself in the moment, she moaned "Oh, Otto!"
He pulled back, looking at her quizzically. "Otto?"
She immediately blushed, embarassed. "Long story." she proclaimed. He looked stunned for a second, but then smiled his warm, lovely, almost boyish smile, knowing that with her penchant for conversation (putting it nicely. "Talking too much" would have been far more accurate), some day he would hear the tale. She grinned back, charmed by his loveliness, and, with hands on either side of his face, kissed him, saving tales of her former lover, Doctor Otto Octavius, for another day.