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Chapter 2 Chapter 2 - Evasion Exercise

Jane woke up, warm and comfortable in Lance's bed. She was still nude and lay against Lance's body. The sun from outside shown though the windows. Jane opened her eyes and saw Lance, lying propped up on three pillows with his eyes closed. Arles still slept quietly in his cot.

She noticed he had taken off his sling and his damaged arm was lying across his bare chest. She lay and watched as his fingers moved.

"Lance." She whispered as she sat up.

He grunted.

She touched his fingers with her own. "Can you feel that?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "No. What?"

"You were moving your fingers." She smiled.

"Was I?"

She giggled at him. "Yes."

He looked back at his fingers. He moved them again and grinned. "Touch them again."

She laughed as she touched his hand with her own. "Can you feel that?"

"It's odd."

She moved her head to his hand, put his index finger in her mouth, and sucked it.

His surprise turned to a smile. "Okay, I think I feel that."

She giggled and kissed his finger. "Were you sleeping?"

"Nah. I've been laying here, replaying last night in my mind."

She smiled at him. "Snogging has never been so much fun for me."

"That's what we're calling that?"

"Well, it wasn't shagging."

He rose his eyebrows at her. "No?"

"Certainly not. But, your shoulder has to be better before I let you do that."

He groaned. "Well. I'm not complaining, but-"

She reached under the duvet, between his legs, and began to tease the hairs there.

"Hmm…never mind. I forget what I was going to say." He laughed.

"Did Arles sleep all night?"

Lance looked back at the cot. "Yeah. Maybe the larger bottle is what he needed."

She smiled at him. "How is your shoulder?"

"I can't move it. But, it doesn't hurt."

"Why did you take off your sling?"

"It was annoying. I was lying still."

"I doubt your Doctor would approve."

"I could give a damn." He grinned at her.

She laughed and kissed his chest. He rubbed her back.

"Lewis is back. I've told him to let us bring the baby to him. And then I need to see Sam."

She rose up and looked at him. "But."

He rose his eyebrows at her and smiled. "But?"

"I have plans."

"That involve me?"

"Completely. Especially, since he's still sleeping." She told him as she straddled his waist and began to kiss his neck.

Lance smiled. "I owe my nephew something brilliant."

She picked up his injured arm and moved it next to him. Then took a pillow and laid it on the other side to keep it from moving.

She looked into his eyes. "I want to know what you feel like. I know you are anxious to know, too."

"So, that we're clear. Shagging?"

She giggled, "Yes. Shagging. Is your shoulder up for-"

"It's not what has to be up." He pushed down the duvet and she saw that he was fully erect already. "I love it that you wake up like this."

She giggled, "It's a problem of mine."

"Mine, too. Especially, when I've lain here and watched you sleep. Dreaming about this for hours."

She teased him, "Lance, is that all you think about?"

"It's only a recent problem I've developed."

She began to kiss his chest again.

"This will actually be our first time like this." He told her, "You don't want, flowers-"

"I have them downstairs." She returned to kissing his neck.

"Candles?" He asked.

"It's morning. I can see what I'm doing."

His eyes rolled back in his head as she began to stroke him with her hand. He had become extremely hard.

She sat up and pulled him to her opening. She rubbed his tip on the outside. "And you're ready for this?"

He held her bum with his one hand. "Be gentle with me."

"Said the toughest man I've even met in my life." She giggled and slipped onto his staff slowly. "How does it feel?"

"So smooth. Tight. Silky like…a flower."

"Like it was made just for you." She began to move on him, slowly. "Is this gentle enough?"

He closed his eyes. "It's brilliant."

"Not hurting your shoulder?"

"What shoulder?"

She leaned down and met his lips with her own. He held her head and began to snog her as she continued to move with him inside of her.

She could feel his hand on her back as she moved on him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she pressed him deep inside of her. She moaned as she continued to get the pleasure she wanted.

"You feel bigger to me." She whispered to him as she nibbled his ear.

He started to rise up and she pressed him back on the bed.

"Don't move. You'll hurt your sh-"

He interrupted her words as he began to kiss her again. He cupped her breast with his hand as she sat on him. Slowly, he moved it between her legs. His fingertips felt where he entered her.

She looked into his eyes as his felt around her opening. "Are you exploring?"

"Yes." He moved his fingertips to the top of her opening and began to tease her.

"Oh, just there." She began to moan loudly and muffled her cries into the pillow that he lay on. His mind seemed to stop working as the pleasure completely took over all of his senses. All he knew was that he didn't want it to stop, and that she was enjoying it too.

He could tell he was nearly finished, and he didn't want it to end. He put his hand on her lap and she stopped stroking.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

He held his eyes closed tightly, "I'm trying to …"

The unmistakable feeling told them both he was done.

Jane giggled, "Well, that didn't work."

He groaned. "Morning. It never lasts that long."

Jane sat on him, pressing him deeply inside of herself. "How was that?"

He looked into her eyes and looked disappointed with himself. "Short."

She kissed his lips quickly. "It was fine, Lance."

"Don't want fine. I want….amazing."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. Your status of amazing is not in question over one shagging."

He rubbed his face. "Ugh. That's embarrassing."

She smiled at him, warmly. "Lance. It doesn't change how I feel about you."

"How do you feel about me?"

She bit her lip.

"Sorry. You don't have to say-"

"No. I just. Don't want to mess this up. What we have."

He took her hand in his and chuckled, "Oh, believe me. I understand that."

"Do we need to define it?"

He shook his head. "No. Just. 'Me and you' is alright with me."

She smiled as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "And your shoulder is alright?"

"It's fine."

She narrowed her eyes at him.

He smiled. "Jane. I'm fine."

She leaned down and kissed him, then carefully got up to go to the loo. She returned, wearing her dressing gown and cleaned him with a towel she brought. Lance was oddly quiet as she sat next to him on the bed.

"What's with you, Lance?"

He felt of the robe with his fingertips. "Is this new?"

She smiled, "Not really. I brought it in here last night."

He laid his hand on his chest and smiled up at her. "Finally bringing some of your things in here?"

She grinned at him. "Yes. Slowly."

He took her hand in his. "There's plenty of room in the cupboard there. And the dresser."

"Lance, I don't want to take over your life."

"I want you to." He told her seriously.

She grinned. "I'll think about moving some more stuff in here."

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The light from the window reflected off her dark hair. She seemed more beautiful that morning than he had ever noticed. "I've just been thinking about something."

"Was it about putting your arm back in a sling?"

He moved his injured arm onto his chest. "Hmm. No."

She moved her fingertips across his chest and whispered. "What were you thinking about?"

"Can I tell you a bit later?" He whispered back.

"Of course, Lance." She looked up at Arles. "He's still sleeping."

Lance turned his head to look at his nephew. "He's really out. He must be growing."

"Do you need help, with a shower?"

He closed his eyes, "Oh yes. A shower. I could really use one."

She kissed his lips. "We'll keep the door open so we can hear if he wakes."

"I don't know how I'll do this." He opened his eyes. "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind at all. Lance, let me help you."

She smiled and led him into the bathroom. He carefully held his arm as he leaned down and kissed her the entire way.

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The Doctor walked along the hallways of the Royal Cruiser with Queen Martiea. He still wore his suit, and the Queen was dressed in a beautiful, white, embroidered dress that flowed around her. Her hair was twisted in an elegant braid that went down her back with small jewels inside of it. She was a vision of beauty.

Two Quauhtin followed them as they walked along the silver hallways with gold colored rugs on the floors.

The Doctor slipped his hands into his pockets. "Thank you, your majesty-"

"Your Majesty, indeed. Please call me Martiea." She insisted.

He smiled, "Martiea."

"We've always been rather informal, if you haven't noticed with my husband."

The Doctor grinned, "Lartius is quite the guy."

"He's a handful. And I'm so grateful that Poltious and him have finally mended their friendship, but worry what that will mean for the kingdom."

"Ahh…he's grown up a lot over the years."

Licis ran to join them. "Martiea!"

They turned to face him.

Licis pointed at the two Quauhtin that were with them. "Find something to do, boys."

They bowed and turned away.

Martiea shook her head. "Oh, that's never a good sign."

Licis grinned. "They've requested you, John."

"Who?"

Licis ran his hand through his hair and they began to hear the sounds of four very excited, very intoxicated men, walking down the hallway.

Martiea shook her head in disapproval and put her hands on her hips. "And you were saying, Doctor?"

The Doctor chuckled as Legate, Poltious, Tony Tyler and Lartius met them in the hallway. All of them had smoking ears and appeared to have been in a fight. Legate had a deep cut over his eye which he held a dirty napkin to. Tony Tyler wore a ripped shirt.

Poltious laughed, "And you missed it, John!"

Lartius laughed, "Hell of a fight. Tony Tyler should have been a Quauthin!"

Tony shook his head. "No, thank you."

Martiea shook her head. "You've been in a fight?"

Lartius rocked on his feet and smiled, "Absolutely, my dear! And we won! Most excitement I've had in ages."

She looked back at the Doctor and groaned.

The Doctor ran his hand through his hair. "Who did you fight?"

Legate waved his hand. "Ah, not important."

"We really don't even know." Tony shrugged his shoulders.

Poltious rubbed his hands together. "It was a bar fight. Everyone was in on it!"

"And it was….amazing!" Lartius laughed. "Makes a man, feel like a man!"

Martiea narrowed her eyes at Lartius. "Okay, stop just there."

Lartius bowed to her. "Your majesty."

She groaned, "You mean to tell me, you have been in a fight-"

"And arrested." Legate added proudly. "Tony's cell key works."

"Brilliantly." Tony mouthed and he struggled to remain on his feet.

The Doctor looked back at Martiea. She was furious. "You are the crowned King of the Quauhtin People!"

Lartius closed his eyes and swayed. He thought for a moment. "I had my Quauhtin!"

"Poltious!"

Lartius held his hands out to his friend, "Indeed! And he fought honorably!"

Poltious smiled. "Well, thank you."

"And Tony Tyler is responsible for our escape!" Lartius informed them.

"Escape?" The Doctor asked.

"They detained everyone." Legate shook his head as if it wasn't a big deal to mention.

Martiea was not pleased, "Let me get this straight. There was a fight?"

"Yes." Lartius agreed.

"You were arrested?"

"Yes."

"And escaped?"

"I find it was a brilliant exercise in evasion for the Quauthin." Lartius swayed.

"Never saw us." Legate added.

"And, now we have returned!" Lartius cheered.

The Doctor covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing hysterically.

Martiea continued, "And, with Legate! The heir-"

Legate shook his head. "I don't want -"

She pointed forcefully at her grandson.

He rose his hands and stopped talking immediately.

Lartius took her hand. "Martiea. There is no need to worry. No one knew it was me!"

Tony grinned, "That's true. That part was clever."

The Doctor looked at them. "What did you do?"

"When they asked for our names," Lartius told them, "I suddenly became Lance! Damnest thing!"

The Doctor stifled a laugh just at Martiea looked back at him in shock.

"Well. It makes sense." The Doctor reasoned. "Lance gets arrested everywhere he goes."

Martiea put her finger in Lartius' face. "I can't believe you-"

"Believe it." Lartius smiled proudly.

"You are completely mad-"

"Without question." Lartius agreed, still with smoking ears.

Martiea bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm going to bed. You, Lartius-"

"Martiea!" He cleared his throat, "Not in front of the grandson."

Legate looked back at Tony and grinned.

Martiea continued, "You! Can go sleep it off someplace else!"

Lartius bowed, "As your majesty commands. I am your humble servant."

She groaned and stormed away.

They all watched as she turned the corner. The Doctor turned to the men with a huge smile on his face. "You lot look like you could use a Doctor."

Legate nodded still with the dirty napkin on his cut, "If you don't mind, John."

The Doctor chuckled. "Come on. I'll be able to sort you lot all out."

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