WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS, PART 8A
WARNING: (or, the moment you've been waiting for, depending on your point of view) This is the first part of the R rated sex-tion! I'm serious, now: if you don't want to read about the Doctor and Sarah going at it, skip these parts and start reading again with the next chapter. You have been warned, now, haven't you? Right, on with the show, then!
"If I fall along the way/Pick me up and dust me off/And if I get too tired to make it/Be my breath so I can walk/If I need some other love, then/Give me more than I can stand/And when my smile gets old and faded/Wait around I'll smile again/Shouldn't be so complicated/Just touch me and then/Just touch me again/Can you help me I'm bent/I'm so scared that I'll never/Get put back together/You're breaking me in/And this is how we will end/Start bending me/It's never enough/I feel all your pieces/Start bending me/Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in."
"Bent," by Matchbox Twenty, from the "Mad Season" album, copyright by Matchbox Twenty, lyrics used w/o permission.
The world had stopped.
Actually, more than the world. The entire universe had just decided to take a holiday. Her awareness had narrowed until all she knew, all that existed for her, was the taste of his mouth. That sweet, metallic taste she'd experienced for the first time-had it really been just a few days ago? It felt like years now, centuries. In one of the few instances since she'd began her travels with the Doctor, Sarah sensed how time passed so differently for him. What amounted to her adulthood was only the blink of an eye to him, if that much. With all the things he'd seen and done, small wonder he felt as if he was turning into a loony.
That thought brought her up sharp. She would not, not allow that to happen. She would stay with him, even if he did start shouting. She had two hands, didn't she? One to cover each ear. The thought made her giggle.
"I know I'm not very experienced at this, but that's hardly encouraging," the Doctor murmured against her mouth.
She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. "Sorry." "Are you, Sarah?"
"Am I want?"
"Sorry." His face was grave.
"What, that we're. Doctor! Now I know you've gone round the bend!"
"Well, you did start laughing," he pointed out.
She pulled him tightly against her. "You're not going anywhere, Doctor, so don't even think about it!"
"Well, I hadn't until you had a fit of the vapors," he replied, grinning again now that he realized that, whatever Sarah had laughed about, it wasn't his kissing technique.
"Good. I'm glad you realize who's in charge here," she said primly.
"Yes, I do indeed seem to be caught in your clutches," he replied. When she raised an eyebrow at him he added: "Notice, however, that I'm not trying to escape."
"Mmm, a wise decision on your part," she told him, struggling to adopt a serious tone. "Otherwise, there would be... consequences." She lowered her voice on the last word, caressing it.
"Really? I rather like consequences!" He beamed.
"Not these, you wouldn't!" She laughed. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then began to slowly work her way around his face, lips soft and moist against his skin.
"If you say so," he murmured. Her breath was hot and the touch of her lips was beginning to send tiny fissures of desire through him.
She stopped and looked at him. "There is something, though, one thing, I want to ask you."
"Only one? I must be slipping."
"Come on, then!" She said. "I'm serious!"
"Yes, well, let me assume the proper posture." He folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head slightly to the side. "There. All right, serious away!"
"Ooo, you," she muttered. She shook her head. "All right, then. I thought that, well that is, I didn't know if." She felt a flush creep up her cheeks and stopped.
He wasn't trying to second-guess her. Not in this. "What?"
"Well, are you, I mean, can you."
"For goodness sake, Sarah, spit it out," he said with a smile.
"Can you have sex with a human?" She blurted.
It took him a second to understand what she meant. When he did his grin nearly ran off the sides of his face.
"It's just that I know what you told me about how Time Lords are loomed," she said quickly. "That you reproduce scientifically. I wasn't sure if."
"If my equipment is in working order?"
Her blush deepened and she glanced down. "That's one way to put it, I suppose."
"Yes, well, most Gallifreyans do choose technology as their reproductive method." He tipped her head up so she was looking at him again. "But you know I'm not exactly your run-of-the-mill Time Lord."
"I know," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Good." He smiled gently, then his eyes darkened a bit. " I wouldn't have started this, Sarah, if I couldn't finish it."
She nodded. "I'm sorry," she told him quietly.
"Don't be sorry. It was a valid question." His eyes searched her face. "I hope that I gave you a valid answer."
"Yes, you did," she assured him.
"Wonderful. Now, since we've gotten all that settled."
"Yes?"
"I'd very much like for you to go back to what you were doing."
"What, you mean. this?" She teased, running her tongue gently along the tip of an ear.
He gasped softly. "Yes, I mean that."
"Well, since you put it that way."
WARNING: (or, the moment you've been waiting for, depending on your point of view) This is the first part of the R rated sex-tion! I'm serious, now: if you don't want to read about the Doctor and Sarah going at it, skip these parts and start reading again with the next chapter. You have been warned, now, haven't you? Right, on with the show, then!
"If I fall along the way/Pick me up and dust me off/And if I get too tired to make it/Be my breath so I can walk/If I need some other love, then/Give me more than I can stand/And when my smile gets old and faded/Wait around I'll smile again/Shouldn't be so complicated/Just touch me and then/Just touch me again/Can you help me I'm bent/I'm so scared that I'll never/Get put back together/You're breaking me in/And this is how we will end/Start bending me/It's never enough/I feel all your pieces/Start bending me/Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in."
"Bent," by Matchbox Twenty, from the "Mad Season" album, copyright by Matchbox Twenty, lyrics used w/o permission.
The world had stopped.
Actually, more than the world. The entire universe had just decided to take a holiday. Her awareness had narrowed until all she knew, all that existed for her, was the taste of his mouth. That sweet, metallic taste she'd experienced for the first time-had it really been just a few days ago? It felt like years now, centuries. In one of the few instances since she'd began her travels with the Doctor, Sarah sensed how time passed so differently for him. What amounted to her adulthood was only the blink of an eye to him, if that much. With all the things he'd seen and done, small wonder he felt as if he was turning into a loony.
That thought brought her up sharp. She would not, not allow that to happen. She would stay with him, even if he did start shouting. She had two hands, didn't she? One to cover each ear. The thought made her giggle.
"I know I'm not very experienced at this, but that's hardly encouraging," the Doctor murmured against her mouth.
She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. "Sorry." "Are you, Sarah?"
"Am I want?"
"Sorry." His face was grave.
"What, that we're. Doctor! Now I know you've gone round the bend!"
"Well, you did start laughing," he pointed out.
She pulled him tightly against her. "You're not going anywhere, Doctor, so don't even think about it!"
"Well, I hadn't until you had a fit of the vapors," he replied, grinning again now that he realized that, whatever Sarah had laughed about, it wasn't his kissing technique.
"Good. I'm glad you realize who's in charge here," she said primly.
"Yes, I do indeed seem to be caught in your clutches," he replied. When she raised an eyebrow at him he added: "Notice, however, that I'm not trying to escape."
"Mmm, a wise decision on your part," she told him, struggling to adopt a serious tone. "Otherwise, there would be... consequences." She lowered her voice on the last word, caressing it.
"Really? I rather like consequences!" He beamed.
"Not these, you wouldn't!" She laughed. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then began to slowly work her way around his face, lips soft and moist against his skin.
"If you say so," he murmured. Her breath was hot and the touch of her lips was beginning to send tiny fissures of desire through him.
She stopped and looked at him. "There is something, though, one thing, I want to ask you."
"Only one? I must be slipping."
"Come on, then!" She said. "I'm serious!"
"Yes, well, let me assume the proper posture." He folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head slightly to the side. "There. All right, serious away!"
"Ooo, you," she muttered. She shook her head. "All right, then. I thought that, well that is, I didn't know if." She felt a flush creep up her cheeks and stopped.
He wasn't trying to second-guess her. Not in this. "What?"
"Well, are you, I mean, can you."
"For goodness sake, Sarah, spit it out," he said with a smile.
"Can you have sex with a human?" She blurted.
It took him a second to understand what she meant. When he did his grin nearly ran off the sides of his face.
"It's just that I know what you told me about how Time Lords are loomed," she said quickly. "That you reproduce scientifically. I wasn't sure if."
"If my equipment is in working order?"
Her blush deepened and she glanced down. "That's one way to put it, I suppose."
"Yes, well, most Gallifreyans do choose technology as their reproductive method." He tipped her head up so she was looking at him again. "But you know I'm not exactly your run-of-the-mill Time Lord."
"I know," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Good." He smiled gently, then his eyes darkened a bit. " I wouldn't have started this, Sarah, if I couldn't finish it."
She nodded. "I'm sorry," she told him quietly.
"Don't be sorry. It was a valid question." His eyes searched her face. "I hope that I gave you a valid answer."
"Yes, you did," she assured him.
"Wonderful. Now, since we've gotten all that settled."
"Yes?"
"I'd very much like for you to go back to what you were doing."
"What, you mean. this?" She teased, running her tongue gently along the tip of an ear.
He gasped softly. "Yes, I mean that."
"Well, since you put it that way."