Warning for sexual content. Mostly angst-free! Enjoy!
A/N: For my previous readers, a bonus if you haven't already seen this version on Teaspoon. Enjoy and feel free to R&R!
The Doctor, it seemed, agreed with her wholeheartedly; he lifted her into his arms with ease and headed for the interior door to the TARDIS. Tegan twined her arms around his neck and nestled comfortably in his embrace as he fumbled the door open, not bothering to close it behind them as he strode quickly down the hall.
He stopped at the first door they reached; realizing it was a bedroom meant that they went no further. Tegan giggled as he settled her on the queen-sized bed and turned to shut the door. "No one's going to walk in on us," she reminded him. Then, as a thought struck her, she added uneasily: "Are they?"
"I'm traveling solo for the moment," the Doctor assured her, glad he'd left Peri visiting friends back on Earth for a few days. Not that he was embarrassed at what they were about to do, but it was much less awkward this way.
He turned back to the bed, pulling his jumper over his head and tossing it to the floor before reaching for Tegan, kissing her fervently as his fingers unerringly found the zip to her coveralls and pulled it down, down, all the way down to her navel. She shrugged her arms out of the denim-like material, laughing as they stuck. He pulled her close to capture another kiss while she squirmed her way free of the sleeves.
She shivered as he turned his attention to the rest of her clothing, sliding his hands down her sides, moving the coveralls slowly but inexorably past her hips, her thighs, smiling slightly as she wriggled herself free of the confining fabric. Once it cleared her feet he tossed it to the floor to join his jumper, then returned to exploring her body, nibbling at the base of her throat while hands slid around the top of her shorts, quickly finding the button and zip and easing them open.
Tegan's fingers were busy undoing the row of buttons on his shirt, tugging it free of his trousers once she'd finished the job. It took longer than it should have, but considering the distraction of the Doctor's hands sliding her shorts and panties down her hips, she was doing as well as could be expected.
Once her clothing was taken care of the Doctor drank in the sight of her naked form, not classically perfect, perhaps, but somehow all the more appealing because of that. "Beautiful," he breathed, and Tegan felt herself flushing with a combination of desire and sudden modesty; did he really find her beautiful? She wouldn't dare ask, but the answer was in his eyes. Turlough's may have been more intensely blue, but the Doctor's had something about them that their former traveling companion never had, something that was sending shivers down Tegan's spine and tingles through the rest of her.
She turned her eyes from his as she clambered to her knees and finished unbuttoning his shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothes heaped haphazardly on the floor. Then it was her turn to find fasteners and zip and discover that the Doctor wore something like boxers beneath the striped flannels, and that it was remarkably easy to encourage him to discard said piece of clothing once his trousers had joined the untidy heap.
He'd already kicked off his shoes and socks, but when Tegan reached for her wedge-heeled sandals he caught her hand and gave her a wicked smile that turned her spine to butter. "Leave them on; my memories of you always include inappropriately high heels," he whispered, and she nodded dumb acceptance, not sure how good her vocal control would be at the moment.
They were both kneeling, each admiring the other's naked form as the Doctor's fingers stroked her face. She turned to kiss the palm of his hand and before she knew it, she was back in his arms, pressed against him in as intimate an embrace as she'd ever encountered. He was fully aroused, and in case he wondered about her she pulled his head down for a kiss that was meant to convince him he had her full and complete attention, head to toes.
The Doctor moaned as Tegan's tongue teased the edges of his lips, requesting but not demanding entry that was willingly given. His hands were lazily exploring her back, guided this time not by a drug induced haze but of their own free will, tracing her shoulder blades, the curve of her spine, the gentle swell of her buttocks and lower still. She was warm and lovely and kissing her was one of the most pleasurable things he'd ever done; why had he waited so long to taste her, to hold her, to be with her? Foolish Time Lord pride, he supposed; one must hold oneself aloof from the lesser beings, keep a stiff upper lip and emotional distance.
Well, not today. Oh, he would return to it, return to his life without Tegan and she to hers without him, but not today. Not until she told him to take her home.
For now, he thought with an internal chortle, he would just…take her.
Tegan gasped as the Doctor suddenly tightened his hold and laid her down on the bed, bringing his face to hers in sudden urgency, another deep kiss, another tongue-tango, this one not so lazy and exploratory as demanding, fierce as a sudden storm and as overwhelming to the senses.
When Tegan pulled away from sheer lack of breath, the Doctor immediately found other parts of her to kiss; the tip of her ear, the side of her neck, the top of her clavicle, the tip of first one breast and then the other, all while Tegan made delightfully agreeable noises deep in her throat. Her fingers were busily investigating whatever parts of him she could reach from her position on her back; teasing his hair, brushing against his ear, trailing down his shoulders and arms.
Enough of that, however pleasant; on to the business at hand. The Doctor's gentle kisses became more insistent as he continued to move from one breast to the other, tongue darting out to tease the nipples into hard little nubs just aching to be sucked into submission. Tegan's moans became louder, her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and her back arched as she begged him with her body for more.
The Doctor was happy to oblige; his fingers slid down her stomach to rest just above the triangle of reddish hair at the apex of legs and torso while his mouth remained occupied with teasing her breasts. He brushed gently at the slick wetness between her legs and Tegan's moans became little gasps and grunts of pleasure as his fingers moved, finding the small nub with his thumb and easing a pair of fingers deeper within her.
Her legs spread apart as if of their own accord, granting him fuller access, and suddenly the fingers were joined by mouth and tongue and the gasps became small screams of pleasure as Tegan writhed beneath his expert ministrations, crying out as he brought her to the brink of orgasm once, twice, a third time before she found her voice again. "Cripes, Doc, don't stop there," she groaned, fingers twisting in his hair to encourage him when he paused one time too many. "God, please, don't stop there!"
He was happy to oblige, and tasted the subtle difference as she climaxed, moaning and shuddering as he brought her over the edge she'd been aching for. He moved up the bed, taking her in his arms as she continued to shake and shiver, hands convulsively clutching his arms, heart racing, breath coming in short pants, body slick with sweat.
When she finally felt herself back under control, she turned to look at him. He was smiling—no, wait, was that a self-satisfied smirk on his face? "You look like the cat that's got the cream," she blurted out without thinking, blushing furiously as his smirk—yes, it was definitely a smirk—deepened.
"Guilty," he replied, unabashed.
Tegan growled low in her throat and pounced, shoving him onto his back and kneeling over him. "Two can play that game," she said, and before he had time to ponder her meaning she kissed him, not at all gently, shoving his arms away when he tried to embrace her. He lay passive in her hold, not sure what to expect when she pulled back abruptly and lowered her head to trail a line of kisses interspersed with light nips and quick darts of her tongue down his throat and torso, ending at the thatch of blonde hair just above his erection.
He sucked in his breath as she grasped that appendage and began stroking vigorously, lips descending and tongue busily demonstrating its skill at something other than speech. His hands lowered of their own accord to her shoulders, the back of her head, moving through her hair and producing a low hum of enjoyment from her throat that resonated along the length of his erection and settled somewhere deep in the pleasure center of his brain. He moaned aloud in startled enjoyment, which caused Tegan to echo the sound again, and again, until he couldn't stand it a second longer and placed his fingers under her chin, raising her head.
"Stop," he gasped, and Tegan slowly sat up with a smirk that mirrored his earlier expression. Slowly, deliberately, she licked her lips, and the Doctor growled low in his throat in response to that provocative movement, reaching out to pull her down, to wrestle her onto the mattress and press his body tightly against hers.
Tegan obliged this new position by opening her legs, just enough to allow entry of the part that had so recently been inside a very different part of her body. She pressed her hands against the Doctor's buttocks to encourage where no encouragement was required, for the sheer pleasure of touching him in his most intimate parts and finding them delightfully human despite the alien nature of her new lover.
They found their rhythm instantly, almost effortlessly, bodies fitted together as if made for each other. The Doctor buried his face in the corner of throat and shoulder, breathing her name, waiting as her breaths grew shorter and her movements sharper, more urgent, waiting, holding back until he felt her moving toward a second climax, allowing her to crest before joining her in sweet release.
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They lay together afterward, tangled in each other's embrace. This time when the Doctor held Tegan's hand to his chest and touched her fingers first to one heart, then to the other, it wasn't to remind her of who he was but simply to show her what he'd never be able to find the words to say. Words she wisely kept to herself as well, knowing even as they rested and contemplated what they'd just done and what they intended to do again, that the clock was ticking.
Not even a Time Lord could alter the course they were on. There was no cure for human mortality; no way to stop time for a human heart, or turn it into two hearts in one chest.
"I know why Time Lords have to be so distant," Tegan said suddenly. She was resting her head on his chest and twisted her neck so she could look into his eyes. He made a sound of inquiry and she explained her sudden epiphany: "It's the two hearts thing. Makes you feel things so much more intensely that you have to distance yourselves like medical doctors with terminal patients. Otherwise you'd be too overwhelmed to get on with doing whatever needs doing."
"We're like Vulcans, then, is that it?" he asked in teasing tones, then kissed her to still the indignant response he could see trembling on her lips. Actually, as a theory it wasn't half bad; not scientifically sound, of course, but he knew what she was trying to say.
If she expected him to offer up any other response, a refutation or denial, she abandoned such expectations when he deepened the kiss and pulled her more firmly into his arms. "Two hearts are useful in many ways," he murmured, drawing her hand downward to demonstrate his exact meaning.
She gave a muffled laugh in response. "I'm going to need a first aid kit before the end of the night." She paused, considering her words. "If it is night."
"It's night somewhere," the Doctor confirmed. "And don't worry, I'll draw you a bath later, I've some wonderfully soothing bath salts that'll do the trick."
"Always practical," Tegan said, softening the words with a smile. "That's my Doctor."
And for the duration of the night, he remained just that: her Doctor.
The End