Yaz and the Doctor looked at the ingredients before them. They had wanted to bake some frosted cookies, but got a little carried away.
There were dusty bags of flour, far too many cans of frosting, and a heap of other things they bought on a whim.
"Well, I guess we should get started." Yaz smiled. "How much oven space do we have, in case we make too many?"
"I've got two ovens, I think. It's been a really long time since I last baked something, I don't actually remember where the TARDIS has put stuff." the Doctor's eyes scanned the kitchen, in hopes of maybe finding out where everything had been left. A chime told her that she'd just looked straight at the ovens and baking cupboard. "Oh! There we are." the women walked to the other side of the room, the Doctor stroking a wall in thanks on their way.
Hands began their work immediately. Mixing dough, dividing into pieces, stealing small bites. The Doctor in particular had a habit of eating more cookie dough than she was putting on the pans.
"Oi, you! If you keep that up, we won't have any cookies left." Yaz teased.
All the Time Lord did was giggle and take a bit of dough to throw at her girlfriend. Laughter bounced around the room as they gradually forgot about baking and started a small food fight.
"You know, Doctor, I think you've got something on your face." Yaz said, bringing her hand up to her counterpart's cheek to smear chocolate frosting across it. The Doctor's face formed a faux-offended expression and she searched the counter for her weapon of choice.
"Yeah? You know, I think you'd look amazing with a necklace." she beamed, taking vanilla frosting and forming a semicircle across Yaz's collarbones. Their eyes met, and each knew what the other was thinking.
Both stared at each other for longer than was necessary. Neither of them knew what to do next, and soon their faces blushed pink.
Yaz cleared her throat and stepped forward, taking her index finger to the Doctor's cheek to remove some frosting. Keeping eye contact, she slowly licked it off of her finger, eyebrows raising suggestively. She went again, this time slowing down and keeping her other hand cupped to her girlfriend's face.
The Doctor's breath hitched. God, why is this so hot? She wondered. Yaz's hand was still on her neck and she was fixated on the electricity crackling between them. Before she could think of what to do next, her girlfriend scooped some frosting from her chest. The Doctor's lips parted, allowing the other's fingers to slip past and feed her.
Everything seemed to go by in slow motion. Eyes gazed into each other as deeper desires formed behind them, and their owners were pulled closer by the gravity of one another.
Yaz pulled back a bit, and began to speak until her partner's lips silenced her. Their hands started roaming territory yet to be explored, tugging and squeezing and experimenting. When Yaz moaned quietly, the Doctor knew she'd found a sweetspot.
Her kisses moved downward onto the neck of her other half and her hands held fast to perfect hips. Long, desperate fingers swept across the hips in search of the hem of a shirt. They slipped under the fabric, exploring the dark skin underneath.
"Doctor…" Yaz sighed, then straightened herself up. "Doctor, what about the cookies? And the boys?"
"Don't worry about them, love. I had the TARDIS soundproof the room, and the boys were busy watching that football match, anyway. As for the cookies, those can wait." She winked.
The Doctor moved to press Yaz against the wall, continuing her stream of soft kisses on her collarbones. Her hands moved back down to the hem of the shirt and brought it up and over her girlfriend's head.
Fuck. She's so hot, she thought as her eyes wandered across the beautifully curved body in front of her. She returned her hands to their rightful places. Their light touches crept closer and closer to supple breasts caged behind a lace bralette. Yaz had already thought ahead, quickly discarding it on the floor.
Before the Doctor reached her breasts, though, Yaz leant over to remove her navy-colored sweater.
"You're gorgeous, babe. I can't believe I'm getting to see and do this." Yaz cooed to the Doctor, leaning against the wall again.
She let out a moan when a hot mouth met with her nipple, sending sparks through her body. Needy hands grabbed a pale waist to bring it closer. Both stood, releasing hot breaths onto each other's skin, moving together as a system of parts and senses.
The Doctor's lips dropped to her girlfriend's abdomen, slowly pulling her joggers down to kiss exposed hip bones. She kept her breathing steady, hot and wet against Yaz's skin. Within seconds the joggers and accompanying underwear were on the floor. Her hands rubbed toned thighs tenderly as her mouth travelled with them.
The couple sunk to the kitchen floor, moving closer together. The Doctor took off her own trousers before finding her girlfriend's sensitive skin again. She straddled Yaz's thigh, replacing lips with soft fingers and seeking a kiss from her lover's mouth. Their lips met with force, each of them desperate to continue. Her fingertips teased around the younger woman's inner thighs, moving closer to her destination.
"Oh, fuck." Yaz breathed against the Doctor's nose as the latter began circling her clit.
Her fingers dipped into the wet heat that she'd caused. They moved up and down at first, pleasure beginning to spread between Yaz's folds.
"Doctor," she moaned, "please."
"Tell me what you want."
She sighed, "Please."
"Love, I want to know what you want. Tell me. Beg me." the Doctor purred, fingers teasing at her girlfriend's entrance. She heard a mewl come from her lips. "What was that, babe?"
"Doctor…"
The Time Lord brought her mouth to Yaz's ear. Her lips brushed past it and she laughed lightly.
"Beg me, Yaz." she placed a deep kiss at the nape of her lover's neck. "Ask."
"Please, Doctor. Fuck me."
"Sorry, dear, you'll have to speak up."
"Please! Oh, god, fuck me, Doctor." Yaz whined.
Satisfied, the Doctor pushed her fingers into her girlfriend, taking her time to feel around for the best pressure points. With each moan, she moved deeper, until she found her limit. Yaz's breathing became heavier as curious fingers slid in and out of her. She started moving her hips in time with the Doctor's motions.
Her fingers picked up speed, lifting lustful whimpers from her girlfriend's mouth. Hips bucked and moans got louder, she was so close to an explosion of bliss.
The Doctor chuckled, "Not yet, Yaz."
She brought her fingers to her mouth and, making eye contact, tasted her girlfriend's cum slowly, sensually. Her tongue then landed on Yaz's stiffened nipple, fingers flicking over the other. Their bodies were flush against each other. Breathing had relatively returned to normal, which told the Doctor to move to her next step.
Deep, passionate kisses trailed down Yaz's stomach, each leaving a spot of dark purple behind. She teased with kisses on inner thighs and just above her lover's clit. One hand continued to stimulate a nipple, building up pressure in Yaz's abdomen. She longed for a release, but the Doctor kept her from paradise.
Sultry, velvety lips moved to suck on Yaz's clit. She let loose a needy moan, relishing in the intoxicating pleasure that her girlfriend's mouth created. Her hand grasped blonde hair tightly, the other pinching at her free nipple. Some sort of carnal need surged through her body, and she started moving the Doctor's head up and down her slit.
The Doctor dipped her tongue into the rapidly growing flood of arousal coming from Yaz. She took it all in at once, and went to her clit and started flicking over it. Varying speeds sent her girlfriend to cloud nine. She knew how close she was to an orgasm, so she did her best to hold her there as long as possible.
"Doctor!" Yaz cried out. "Make me cum."
The Doctor focused all attention on the clit and folds as her counterpart pulled at her own nipples. Another cry told her that she was doing the right thing. She circled the clit, sucked on it, and flicked her tongue on top of it. Her lips could feel Yaz start to tense up. They enveloped as much surface area as possible, ready for the release of elation.
With a gasp, Yaz's body trembled and her vision blurred.
"Fuck." she breathed. She smiled at the Doctor when the latter lifted her head from between her legs. "That was...amazing."
They stayed on the floor for a moment, catching the breaths they'd lost while in the throes of passion. Gentle lips placed kisses on a pale forehead, before their owner stood up shakily.
"We should probably clean up." Yaz laughed, now knowing that her girlfriend loved how she'd pleased her. "You know, before one of the boys shows up."
"Who says they'll show up? I can have the TARDIS misdirect them, we could spend all day like this." the Doctor suggested. She felt as if she'd been put under a spell under Yaz's wanton gaze.
"As much as I'd love that, we did promise them cookies. They might start to wonder what's taking so long."
The Doctor just stuck her tongue out and started putting her clothes back on. The couple took care of their mess of passion as quick as they could.
"Right," Yaz grinned. "I 'spose we should get baking."
"Aw, I thought we could play a little more?" The Doctor flirted, pulling them close and giving her girlfriend a kiss. She didn't want to get back to baking, not now that she'd seen such a beautiful body.
"What kind of 'play' did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I don't know," the Time Lord stroked Yaz's dark locks and sucked a bit on the skin of her neck. "Why don't you show me how to play our last 'game'?"
A throat cleared behind them, pushing whatever thoughts they'd been having back to where they'd come from.
"Uh, I just came to ask what's going on with the cookies." Graham stuttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to have walked in on a private moment. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
"No. No, not at all." Yaz peeled away from the Doctor, giving an awkward grin. "Sorry, we're just about to put them in the oven."
Graham looked at the women and his eyebrows raised a bit.
"Right," he said. "We'll just, uh, be in the lounge. When they're done."
Yaz and The Doctor's eyes followed him down the hall until he turned a corner. For a second they just made embarrassed eye contact, before bursting into laughter. The boys knew about their relationship, but they found it equal parts awkward and hilarious that they'd been caught in a small intimate act.
The Doctor giggled, "Maybe I'll remember to put a bell on the door next time."
