WARNING SMUT

The Doctor clumsily followed Reinette. Where on earth were they headed now? Reinette pulled him to a door. She turned around and faced him. Once more, The Doctor swallowed.

"Now then," Reinette gave a sly smile. "Doctor. My Doctor, my lonely angel. You have no idea how long I have waited for this while you, with your magic fireplace and your mind-reading and you incomprehensively wonderful hair, have traipsed around my existence as though hopping from stepping stone to stepping stone. So how is it that a man with such privileges can be so lonely?"

The Doctor merely stood there, mouth open, eyes blank, palms sweating. "I've no idea."

"Well then I guess it's my job to help you." She opened the door and pulled him into a bedroom. She explained that all the furniture had been moved from her home in Paris. Bed and all. "Now then, Doctor, let's begin."

Before he could even respond, she was at his lips, gently sucking and biting at his bottom lip. He ran his hands all over her back, fumbling with her impossibly tight corset. How women managed to wear those things, he'd never know. His jacket was off and had landed god knows where. He was just happy it was off.

Reinette pulled away. "I'll be in in a moment. Figured we'll be here all night with you trying to get this darn thing off me. I'll just be in the bathing room. While I'm gone, clothes OFF. If they're not off by the time I get back…"

The Doctor watched as she slowly turned, giving him a great view of her profile, and sauntered off. Once she closed the door, he began to hastily get himself together. He figured he had a good two or three minutes. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before undoing enough to just pull it over his head. Best do a pit check… he thought. Nope, no overpowering TimeLord stench. Thank Rassilon he had picked up some of that Old Spice Rose had been talking about while he was on Earth. It smelled fantastic.

He undid his belt and threw it in a pile with his shirt and jacket, soon followed by his trousers. He was left standing there in his TARDIS blue boxers when Reinette opened the door. She walked in, so confident. She was wearing a tiny, blue bra-sort-of-thing along with a pair of blue lace knickers. She wore white stockings that came up to her knees.

"Figured this might be a little bit more… your speed." She lurched at his mouth once more and this time, knocked him over and onto the bed. Normally, The Doctor would ask Reinette if she was sure of her decision, but there was no going back now.

He reached around her back and easily undid the clasp of her bra and tore it away from her chest. He took one look at her and began to feel himself tighten in his boxers. She moved her knee closer to The Doctor, teasing his semi-erect member with her thigh. Oh, Rassilon.

He began to kiss down her neck until he reached her collar bone. He lingered there for a moment, being sure to leave his mark, before moving down to her breasts. He kissed each one tenderly as Reinette moaned. With that, he sat up and pulled her knickers off. Reinette giggled with pleasure. He went back to her lips. With one hand he cradled her delicate face. With the other he reached down to her core.

She yelped as he slid in two fingers. She was so wet. He slowly worked his fingers back in forth, taking extra care to flick her clit with his thumb every once in a while. He began to move faster. Her breathing rate increased. She began to buck her hips into his rhythm.

"Oh, Doctor… oh, Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, DOCTOR…" she came all around his fingers. He pulled them out. Reinette grabbed his hand and licked his fingers clean. Dear Rassilon, did she have ANY idea what she did to him?

She moved her thigh back and forth, repeatedly grazing his now solid manhood. "Oh, my Doctor…" she sighed. "What to do with you…"

She slowly pulled his boxers down revealing his whole size. Her eyes glinted as she looked into The Doctor's, old and full of wisdom. She kissed him hard and he could taste her on his tongue. His erection now throbbing, he lifted her up and laid her beneath him. He placed himself at her entrance.

"Ready?" He joked. "As I'll ever be" Reinette chided.

He took a deep breath and eased himself inside. Immediately, he shuddered at her warmth. She moaned as she adjusted to his size. He began a slow and steady rhythm, being sure to remove himself almost completely before pushing back in.

"Oh, my dear angel. Faster, please…" He gladly obliged. He sped himself up to about twice the speed. He felt her hips bucking into his. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was echoing in her chamber. The Doctor could feel how close she was. He increased his speed yet again. This time, he couldn't care less about how deep he went, only that he was pounding her as hard as he could with every thrust.

They went on like this for what seemed like an eternity but was truthfully only minutes. "Reinette, I don't think I can hold on much longer…"

"Oh Doctor, just LET GO. PLEASE. " She climaxed around his manhood and he knew that was it. He couldn't hold on any longer. He thrust into her twice more before climaxing. He felt every drop leave his body. He continued to thrust, sporadically now, riding out the last waves of his orgasm. They lay there for hours, sleeping in each other's' arms. The Doctor woke up the next morning to Reinette's beautiful eyes. He had no idea how he was supposed to leave her after that. They both cried into each other's shoulders, knowing there was a chance they would never speak again. They dressed in their clothing from the previous night. She sobbed violently in his arms. "Doctor, please don't go. I love you too much to ever lose you again."

"I'll return soon, I can promise you that. It may not be soon for you, but I can promise you that you will see me again." They wiped their tears, and, with that, The Doctor disappeared through her fireplace once more.