Inside the Wardrobe (The Shakespeare Code)

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Tory walked around the TARDIS wardrobe, lost. She was fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt but had no idea how to get out of the room.

"Come on old girl," Tory pleaded as she rubbed the nearest wall with her hand, "show me the way out." Tory gave up when the lights in the room flashed cheekily. "Oh I really hate you sometimes." Tory muttered as she walked away and back into the many aisles and floors of clothes.

"I hope you're not talking about me!" the Doctor spoke as he stepped out of a random aisle. Tory jumped.

"Don't do that!"

"Sorry." He chuckled.

"No you're not." She glared at him as he continued to chuckle.

"You're right." he agreed. Tory rolled her eyes.

"Well once you're done laughing at me would you mind showing me the way out?"

"Sure," he agreed offering her his arm, she took it and they started walking, "So I was just wondering," the Doctor started.

"Yeah?" Tory asked, glancing over at him.

"How do you exist?" he asked in a rush like he was afraid of insulting her.

Tory pulled them to a stop and stepped in front of him so they were face to face.

"Well when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much," she giggled.

"That's not what I meant!" he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know," she told him, "my mother was genetically human and my father was genetically a Time Lord."

"So where did the TARDIS part come from?" the Doctor prompted her.

Tory frowned.

"My mother." She held up her hand, "I don't know how." She fell silent, just staring over his shoulder at nothing. "I've never knew my real parents," she continued, "I was adopted 1986, Christmas day." she smiled sadly as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

The Doctor kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up." He whispered into her hair.

"It was years ago." Tory tried to wave him off.

"That doesn't make it any less painful." He contradicted.

Tory didn't answer, just burrowed her head deeper into his chest.

Tory pulled back first, gave the Doctor a grateful smile and tried to move away but the Doctor pulled her back into his arms and met her lips with his.

But he pulled back too hard making Tory hit him too hard and both of them fall into the clothes rack behind him.

"Opf." The Doctor's head hit the floor while the rest of his body landed on the pile of clothes.

"You okay?" Tory asked worriedly as she moved up the pile so there heads where level and propped herself up on her elbow.

"Yeah." He placed his hand on her waist and trailed it up her ribs. "Where were we?"

"Oh," Tory muttered as she moved her head closer to him, "just about to go somewhere I really liked." She kissed him slowly, not opening her mouth, until he took control. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and trailed it across the roof, Tory shuddered before rubbing her tongue against his.

She pulled back and away from his mouth only to move her lips to the column of his throat and kiss her way down to the collar of his shirt. The Doctor moved his hands to her hips and used the leverage to pull her on top of him fully resulting in her straddling him with her thighs either side of his hips.

Tory sat up and grinned down at the Doctor as she slowly slid her hands up his chest undoing his buttons as she went. She got the shirt open and off, throwing it to the side of the room while he undid his tie and pulled it over his head.

Tory put her hands either side of his head and started to kiss and lick all over his chest.

The Doctor moaned in pleasure and moved his hands up from her hips to play with her breasts through her shirt and bra.

Tory pulled away and sat back up, the Doctor's hands falling back to her hips as she did so.

"Do you really want to do this on the floor?" she panted.

"I won't make it to the bedroom." He answered, thrusting his hips up so she could feel just how hard she had made him.

"Ohh." She smirked down at him, "Let me take care of that for you." She went back to kissing over his chest, moving slowly down as she trailed her noise and fingers through the thin line of hair that ran down his chest and disappeared into the waistline of his trousers.

Tory undid the belt, button and zipper without really even pausing. The Doctor lifted his hips as she pushed the fabric down and off, taking his boxers with it.

She stared at his long throbbing erection for a moment before bending down and taking him in her mouth. His hips thrust up instinctually as he entered the warm cavern and he moved his hands to her hair to hold her in place while he gathered himself together. His grip loosened and she was gone.

Tory's tongue danced over his dick while her hand caressed his balls.

"Oh…Tory." He moaned as she bobbed up and down over him, "Tory…." He felt a tightening in his gut and knew he was almost finished so he pulled her back up his body and kissed her, his tongue and hers fighting for control. She gave in as he started to nibble her lips and he flipped them over so she was lying on her back underneath him while he covered her body with his. "My turn." He whispered his voice full of lust.

The Doctor pulled her shirt over her head and unlatched her bra in a matter of seconds, immediately dropping his lips to her uncovered breasts and sucking one into his mouth.

Tory's chest arched up against him as he gave her a light nibble.

"Please," she begged, "touch me." He pulled back and away from her chest before pulling off her jeans and pants. She writhed under him as his erection brushed against her clit. "Please!" she begged again.

He thrust inside of her, his thumb rubbing over her clit.

"Oh!" she felt her inner walls clench as she came around hid length.

"That's right," he whispered in her ear, "Cum for me baby." Her hips jerked as he probed deeper and hit a sensitive spot.

She came again and this time the Doctor joined in on her moans of ecstasy.

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Tory traced patterns along the Doctor's bare chest lazily as she and the Doctor relaxed on the pile of clothes they'd managed to knock off the hangers during their, ehm, activities.

Her phone made a chiming noise from the pocket of her discarded jeans. Tory looked up and over at the pile of clothes.

"Go away." She moaned making the Doctor chuckle.

The phone chimed again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Tory muttered crawling over to her clothes, giving the Doctor a view of her naked behind. "It's Jordan," Tory explained as she read the two text messages, "she needs me."