A/N: Please be aware of the M rating in this chapter. :) Have fun.
The Doctor had surprised her. He actually took her on vacation.
She had woken up and they had already landed. "Strange…I can usually hear when we land. I must have been sleeping hard."
The Doctor had grinned at her, "Well, stop pondering it. Go pack a bag!"
"We're in the Bahamas? You mean…Earth Bahamas?" Katari looked around the landscape, stunned. "It's not some Bahama-like planet that may have some terrifying volcano or whirlpool or something?"
"Why is it always assumed that we'll end up in danger?"
"Because we always do." Katari stuck her tongue at him, then looked back at the landscape. "Does that mean we get to stay in…" she paused dramatically, "a hotel?"
He wagged his eyebrows at her, gesturing to a small bag he had with him. "Ready?" He held out his hand.
"Hell yeah!" She grabbed his hand and made for the hotels.
The Doctor stopped in front of a quaint hotel that fit with the landscape, as if it had previously been a small village turned into a hotel. The desk clerk greeted them happily, "May I help you?"
"Yes, I would like two suites, please. Ocean-view."
The clerk typed a few things into his computer and nodded, "We have two of our finest available. How long do you plan on staying?"
"Oh, I dunno," he glanced over at Katari who shrugged, "Let's say three nights for now, and then we could always extend it if needed."
Katari began to look around the lobby as the Doctor gave the clerk John Smith's information. There were a few sitting areas with brightly colored, floral chairs and couches. The furniture was a deep mahogany, and it all looked like it had been hand-carved. A set of French doors led on to a balcony that had a gorgeous view of the ocean and a beach that curved ever so slightly before curving back the opposite direction and disappearing.
The Doctor was by her side suddenly. "It's gorgeous, isn't it?"
She nodded and sighed with contentment then turned and grinned, "Well let's go to our rooms!"
Her bedroom was open and airy. A small balcony with a padded loveseat faced the ocean, a small rod-iron table next to it. The floor was the same deep mahogany as in the lobby, but it seem smoother and more polished. A queen sized bed stood against the wall covered in a comforter of a similar bright floral pattern as the furniture from downstairs. Long white drapes brushed the floor, pulled to each side so the balcony and view were easy to see.
Katari lay on the center of the bed, reveling in the softness of the bed which seemed to devour her body. With a giggle she launched herself from the bed and flung her suitcase open, digging for her bathing suit.
There was a knock at his door, followed by several more knocks, and then a rhythmic knock. He opened the door and chuckled at a slightly bouncing Katari, clad in a cover-up dress, sunglasses and sandals, with a tote bag thrown over her shoulder. "Come on! Let's go to the beach!" Her smile was bright and contagious.
He grinned back and made a move to leave the room.
"Wait, aren't you going to change?" Katari gestured to his suit.
The Doctor glanced down at his outfit, "Oh, I- I'm not a big…beach-y…kind of Time Lord. Strictly speaking…"
Katari shoved him back into the room, "You just don't want me to see you in a bathing suit… your white, hairy legs. They're not so bad." She shook her head at him.
"Wait, how do you know what my legs look like?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Really, Doctor, how do you think you got into those pajamas at Jackie's?" Katari was rifling through the small bag he had brought, looking for a swim suit.
The Doctor gaped at her and stuttered, "I-I, well I assumed I had done it in a moment of clarity, or well, a moment of control without remembering…" He paused and watched her search the small bag as she wondered how it had so much contained in a small space. "Do you mean…you…" He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, "You…"
Katari snorted, looking up momentarily, "Don't worry, I didn't take advantage of you." She held a bright blue swimsuit up triumphantly, "A-ha!"
"Hmm…I don't remember putting those in there…" The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the swim trunks.
"Who cares how they got there, just put them on." Katari chucked the trunks at him.
The Doctor had still insisted on putting on a hideous Hawaiian shirt, claiming that even in the Bahamas, people enjoyed the Hawaiian shirt.
As they stepped on to the beach, Katari shot the Doctor a shocked expression, "What's that?"
"What? What's what?" The Doctor turned his head violently each direction.
Katari smiled and closed her eyes, "It's peace. No monsters, no timey wimey things that need to be fixed. Just…peace."
She opened her eyes to find the Doctor glaring at her. "Just go and pick a place to put your towel." He shook his head at her, stomping off toward the beach as she strolled behind, laughing loudly.
Katari and the Doctor were relaxing on the beach, the Doctor enthralled in some book he'd brought with him, and Katari merely enjoying the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun.
"It's wonderful isn't it?" She peered over at the Doctor from overtop her sunglasses.
He glanced up from his book. "Yes, I have always loved the sound of the waves."
"It reminds me of this particular ocean. But the waves…the waves would crest pink." She watched the ocean with a glazed expression as if remembering. "And from a distance the ocean appeared silver. The sand…it was this gold, so soft, so fine." Katari looked up suddenly at the Doctor. "I don't know where that memory is from."
The Doctor was staring at her in wonder. "An ocean that appeared silver?" His eyes were wide, studying her and thinking simultaneously. "Anything else?"
"There were these animals, like whales but smaller and more trusting. They would come to the shore, almost…communicate with those on the sand." Katari cocked her head at the Doctor. "I have been there. I know it. I remember."
He was silent for a moment, taking in her words. He smiled at her suddenly, "Well at least it's a good memory. For now let's enjoy here."
Katari nodded and then stood, "Then let's go swimming!" Katari hopped up and shed her cover up dress, revealing a tasteful black bikini. The Doctor tried to keep his eyes on his book, but found her much more mesmerizing. She grabbed the Doctor's hand and pulled him up. He had enough time to put down his book before she pulled him toward the ocean.
The waves were high, cresting far out and rolling inward toward the beach. Katari was diving forwards into the waves, trying to swim past them in her own game of pretend. She floated up to the surface, laughing and smoothing her wet hair back out of her face. Seeing the Doctor floating near her, she struggled over towards him and suddenly, without warning, leapt at him and pulled him into the ocean with her. The pair came up laughing and coughing, spitting out ocean water.
"You are such a sneaky scamp!" The Doctor flipped around in the water, turning to face Katari. "But there's something you should know."
Katari waited, ready to swim the other direction at a moment's notice.
"When I was a boy…" he spoke quietly at first, "I won many ocean swimming competitions!" He laughed loudly as he took off towards Katari, as she fled from him laughing. Within two strokes he had reached her and grabbed hold of her shoulders, pulling her into him so she couldn't get away.
Katari was laughing, trying to catch her breath as she pushed against him. "You are a big meanie! Let me go!" Her words came out in laughs.
"A big meanie? Really?" He laughed incredulously. "That's the best word you can come up with?"
She began to tire, laughing too hard to swim away. She smiled widely at him, "It's a perfectly legitimate descriptor." He was holding her, arms wrapped around her back. Katari looked at up him, "Only sometimes though. Not all the time."
They were both still suddenly, wrapped together as waves lapped around them, attempting to push them back to the shore. The Doctor began to untangle his arms from around her back, but Katari moved forward suddenly and grasped the back of his neck, bringing them both together as she pressed her lips against his.
The Doctor was taken aback at the feel of her lips. He could taste the peppermint lip balm she'd put on that morning mixed with the taste of the ocean water. The Doctor lost himself in her taste, sliding the tip of his tongue across her upper lip before plunging it into her mouth. Katari moaned as his tongue ran along her own slowly and sensually, exploring and tasting and memorizing.
They broke apart suddenly, breathing heavily from the excitement and adrenaline.
Neither said anything for a moment, trying to process the events.
As if on cue, both backed away from each other, clearing their throats and mumbling. They looked at each other for ideas.
"So…lunch!" The Doctor grinned nervously.
"Yes! Lunch, I'm starving."
Both half-swam, half-walked out of the water and back to their spot on the beach, grabbed their things and headed back to the hotel in silence.
Back in their respective swimsuit cover ups, the two sat across from each other at a table in the hotel's restaurant. They were halfway through their meals, talking periodically and trying desperately to think of things to say in between bites.
Both the Doctor and Katari reached for a roll from the bread basket simultaneously, causing Katari to flinch backward and accidentally drop her napkin on the floor. "Oh, damn," she muttered to herself. She leaned over, moving her leg to steady herself. With a quick snatch she had the napkin in her hand and sat back up, her leg rubbing up against the Doctor's as she moved it back in place under her.
The Doctor jumped a bit in his seat, pulling his legs back and tucking them together. Katari sat stiffly, "Sorry."
She ate another bite of her fish and had just swallowed when she felt the Doctor's leg brush up against her's. Katari looked up at him slowly. When he realized she wasn't pulling away, he shoved his sandal off with his other foot and rubbed her foot slowly with his own.
They were staring at each other now, food forgotten. Their server, a young brunette, appeared next to them, smiling, "Everything okay here? Need anything else?"
The Doctor and Katari slowly looked up at her in a daze.
Katari shook her head, "No, no, we're fine. Maybe…just the check."
The girl held her smile and nodded, "Alright. Would you like a box for your leftovers?"
Both Katari and the Doctor looked back at their half-eaten meals. The Doctor nodded this time, "Sure, that would be great."
The Styrofoam boxes sat on the desk in Katari's hotel room, with one of the lids cracked slightly open after being tossed there with little regard. The Doctor and Katari were leaned against the desk, the Doctor straddling her legs with his. Katari was half-standing, half-sitting on the desk as the Doctor pressed himself against her. The Doctor pulled his lips from hers and began kissing down her neck, sucking and biting as he went. She had her head tilted back, breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure.
Katari pushed the Doctor off of her and smiled mischievously at him as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. The Doctor crawled backward onto the bed as Katari pulled herself on top of him, covering his mouth with hers once more. With a quick burst of energy the Doctor flipped her over and straddled her.
"You have a thing for being dominant, don't you?" Katari raised an eyebrow at him.
"Depends on my mood." He winked at her and lowered himself closer. The taste of her skin was addicting, sweet and salty and fruity all at once. Slowly he pulled the bottom of her dress up, revealing the bikini he had found so enthralling. His lips traced up her stomach, pausing in between her breasts. Nimbly he found the strap that was pressed against the bed and her back and untied it, pulling the bikini top from her chest.
"You know how beautiful you are?" The Doctor smiled up at Katari, one hand caressing her breast softly.
She gasped suddenly as his mouth covered her breast, licking her nipple in circular motions while he intermittently sucked lightly, making her moan loudly.
"Doctor…" her voice was hoarse with pleasure.
He paused and looked back up at her, smiling as she called his name. He returned to massaging her breast with his tongue while he caressed her other breast, strumming his fingers around the bottom and the sides. Katari ran her fingers through his hair as he caressed her, "Doctor…"
The Doctor pulled himself back up, pulled his cover up over his head and threw it onto the floor. "Much more fun seeing me undressed when you can do something about it, yeah?"
"Oh yeah…" Katari pulled him down to her and flipped him on his back. She climbed on top of him and kissed her way down his stomach. She paused at his hip bone and traced it seductively with her finger. Kissing her way back up, she found the base of his neck with her teeth and began to bite softly, pulling the skin with her teeth and caressing it with her tongue. The Doctor moaned softly, "Katharina…"
She grinned to herself and bit harder, pulling and licking faster. Suddenly she found herself once more on her back.
"That is simply not fair." The Doctor raised an eyebrow at her.
He moved to untie her bikini bottoms, but Katari suddenly felt panic rise up in her chest and her hands flew to his to stop him.
"No, stop."
"What? What's wrong?" The Doctor looked at her wide-eyed, afraid he'd done something wrong.
"I don't know…" Katari closed her eyes. "I guess…I'm just not- not ready. He's still in my head some nights. I can still feel him."
The Doctor stroked her hair and climbed off her, laying next to her on the bed. "It will fade eventually." His fingers traced her cheekbone, "And I will be here when that happens."
They laid together, holding each other and enjoying the sound of the waves outside.
"Doctor, you seemed uneasy after I told you the memory of the silver ocean. Why?" She adjusted herself so she could see his face as she laid on her side.
His eyes met hers and he spoke quietly, "The only ocean that appears silver is one on Gallifrey."
She absorbed the information, flipping it over in her head. "I have had dreams of you in other bodies, ones that I would not have known. I know you each time. I speak to you in another language, which I can understand and speak easily. I remember some of the words." Katari watched him silently for a moment and suddenly said his name.
It was his name. Spoken aloud. The Doctor spoke slowly, "I heard you say it before. You were asleep; you must have been dreaming it."
"But what does that mean? How do I know these things?"
"In the dreams…do you know what you look like?"
Katari shook her head. "No, I can only see out. I see you and Gallifrey. That's all."
"I suppose it's possible you received some knowledge of Gallifrey and of me from the Time Vortex, but…I've never heard of such a thing happening before." He smiled at her suddenly and gently brought her head to his bare chest. "We'll figure it out eventually."