WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS, PART 8D
Continued thanks to all who have reviewed this! Your comments are helping me stay motivated. Still rated R this section, The BBC still own all things Dr. Who, darn it.
"Only tell me that you still want me here/When you wander off out there/To those hills of dust and hot winds that blow/In that dry white ocean alone/Lost out in the desert/You are lost out in the desert/ But to stand with you in the ring of fire/I'll forget the days gone by/I'll protect your body and guard your soul/ From mirages in your sight."
"Snow on the Sahara" by Anggun, copyright by Anggun, lyrics used w/o permission.
PART 8D
Sarah's heart melted at his words, so quietly spoken, but with an intensity so strong she felt a few drops of tears darken her eyes, saw the Doctor look at her in alarm.
"Sarah! Why are you crying? Was that."
"The most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me!" She replied. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her as she kissed him. He responded eagerly, holding her to him as though he was drowning and she was his life raft. His hands tangled in her hair, his mouth hard on hers, and she met its demands with a ferocity that equaled his own.
After a few minutes, he was no longer aware of their bodies being separate things: he felt so much a part of her, and her a part of him, that he no longer knew where he ended and she began. To him they were one body, one mind, one heart, one spirit. The ache he'd had for her, for this, long buried, something he'd thought could never see the light of reality, now blazed with a purity of rightness and receded, changed into a blinding halo of surety that had every nerve in him screaming for consummation, to be part of her completely and utterly.
He raised himself slightly, peering down at her with gentle eyes as he searched her face. "Are you certain, Sarah Jane?"
She couldn't suppress the laughter. "Fine time to be asking me that, isn't it?"
"Well, no one could accuse me of having impeccable timing, I realize," he joked. He got the look again, the "serious now" look. "I mean it, Sarah. It's not too late to stop. I'd never want you to."
"Here now, what're you going on about!" She exclaimed. She gave him a stern look. "I could say the same thing to you, you know. It's not every day a human seduces a Time Lord! Are you sure that this is what YOU want, Doctor?"
"More sure than I've been of anything in a long time," he replied softly. Then he seemed to process what she'd just said: his eyes widened. "Seducing a Time Lord? I thought I was doing the seducing here!"
"Shows how little YOU know sometimes, doesn't it?"
Her grin was so cheeky he couldn't stop himself from returning it. "Well, we've already established I'm lacking in a few areas, so I'm willing to concede the possibility."
"Big of you," she interjected.
".THIS time," he finished crisply. "But don't expect me to make a habit of it."
"I'd never dream of it," she assured him.
"Good. Now, where were we?"
She laughed again. "This is wonderful!"
"It is?" He looked a bit dismayed. "But I've not actually DONE anything yet!"
"O yes, you have," she said. "You're taken a situation that could've been awkward and nerve-wracking and turned it into something light-hearted and joyous."
He took her hands in his and kissed them. "I've had some help from you with that."
"True. Two concessions in the same day, Doctor? You MUST be slipping!"
"I say, you're right!" He kissed the tip of her nose and made her squeal. She looked into his face in time to see the "serious" mode switch back on. "Thank you, Sarah."
"For what?"
"For ignoring my words. For caring so much about me you'd risk yourself for my sake. For. this."
"It's nothing to thank me for," she whispered. "I did it out of."
"Love?" He asked softly.
"Yes." Now it was her eyes that searched his face.
He turned away a bit, sighing. Then he faced her again.
"Love is largely a mystery to me," He told her quietly. "I don't know if I've ever really experienced it. But I do know that what I feel for you is like nothing I can ever remember feeling before. Not on this level at least. I know if I lost you I'd be devastated. I know that I look forward to each day a little more because you're with me. I miss your laugh when we aren't together. When we find something new I watch you to see how'll you'll react, listen to hear what you'll say. My delight is secondary to yours."
She blinked back fresh tears, gripping his hands tightly in hers. He squeezed slightly, still looking at her with that open childlike expression. "Is that love?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"If it isn't, it's close enough in my book," she answered as she pulled him back down into a kiss.
He broke it to look at her. "Sarah."
She shook her head fiercely. "No. I've waited long enough for this. WE'VE waited long enough. I want this more than anything." Her gaze was pleading. "Please."
"Anything for you, Sarah," he whispered. "I'd do anything for you."
"Then love me. Right now."
He needed no further assurances or assertions. He released her hands and moved his to her thighs; gently parting her legs even as she opened them wider of her own accord. He kissed her, twining his tongue with hers, gasping as he felt her hand snake down to encircle him and caress his organ, making him hard and aching again in seconds. She wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, using her hand to guide him to her secret center, damp and eager for him.
Their eyes met and locked as he gently eased into her.
He moaned. She felt so good, warm and wet and soft against him. She tightened the grip of her legs a bit, holding him to her as she took his face in her hands. He pushed himself fully into her, still taking care to be certain he wasn't hurting her, and felt another surge of desire as she cried out in pleasure. She tilted her hips upward and the added friction made him gasp.
All the voices, all the normal chattering his mind did within itself was stilled. There was only one thought, one desire: Sarah.
Sarah couldn't believe how good he felt. She hadn't enjoyed sex very much the few times she'd had it before. Now she knew it was because she hadn't felt for those men the way she felt for the Doctor. This was the most amazing thing she'd ever known. She didn't think of them as being two separate people. They were two halves of a whole, too long kept apart and now joined again never to be parted.
He began to move against her, a slow, easy rhythm. She rocked in time with him, caressing his back, his shoulders, running her fingers through his wild tangle of curls. All the time she watched him. It seemed more important than anything in the universe at that moment to know how he felt, to see that he was feeling the same pleasure that she was. And he gazed steadily into her face, as though he was doing the same thing. That, too, was new to her. She'd always kept her eyes closed during sex. But he made her want to look at him, to bore her way into his very essence, to join with him on every possible level.
He whispered something so low she couldn't make it out, his body moving faster against hers. She drew a quick breath, feeling a tingling start in her sex, a flush spread into her skin. She whimpered, and then gasped. She knew this feeling. "Doctor," she said, her voice breathless, "I'm."
"Close," he replied, leaning down to kiss her. "So am I." the last word ended in a moan as he felt her tremble against him. "Sarah. you feel so good."
Sarah felt something gather speed inside her, something powerful and all consuming. Her fingers clenched the smoothness of his back, her hips moved harder, her back arched as the pleasure came crashing down upon her in waves, radiating outward. She was spilling over, exploding into infinity, a release too strong to be restrained. She clutched him as she came, burying her face in his neck, then flinging her head back and crying out his name, not his real name but the only name she had for him, the only name that mattered.
When he felt his, felt her explode against him, he thrust into her with a hard, fast movement, once, twice. and that was all that was needed to send him over his own edge. Everything that he'd kept restrained and denied for so long demanded he yield, and he obeyed gladly, holding her close as he moaned, feeling his body ignite in an endless stream of ecstasy that washed over him so strongly he drowned in the rapture only to resurface and go under again and again, until finally his flesh quieted and he became aware of them trembling against each other. He carefully slipped out of her and gathered her to him, pressing dozens of tiny kisses all over her face, murmuring nonsense words that somehow seemed to make sense to them both. She laughed, a breathless, exhilarated sound, grabbed his chin and planted a kiss of her own on his mouth, pressing on until even he had trouble breathing and had to wiggle back from her. She embraced him, and for an endless moment they simply held each other, saying nothing because nothing needed to be said. He gently pulled her down on the bed beside him, and she pulled the blanket up over them. He fitted her into the curve of his body and tucked her head onto his chest. She yawned and slid a hand down to his hearts.
"My, someone's a bit out of sorts," she said wickedly.
"Yes, I wonder how that happened," he deadpanned, fighting back a yawn of his own. Apparently Time Lords were affected by sex in a manner similar to humans. "Perhaps we can get some sleep for a bit to recover."
"Are you saying I wore you out?"
"My dear Sarah Jane, you most certainly did. And I have absolutely no complaints!"
"Ditto," she said, yawning again. "Mmm, I see what you mean! Sorry, I know yawning right now isn't very romantic.."
"But very understandable," he replied with a lazy grin. He kissed her and was about to pull her close again when she suddenly slid away and hopped out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" He exclaimed, feeling a sudden sense of loss.
She turned and wagged her eyebrows. "The light?"
"Ah."
She chuckled as she turned the light off and slipped back into the bed. "Now, where was I at?" She asked, feigning forgetfulness.
"Right here," he growled, tangling her up in his arms and legs.
"Oh, yes," she purred. "How could I have forgotten?"
"Humph," he said, but she knew he was smiling. She reached up and kissed him. "Good night, Doctor," she said sleepily as she nestled against him.
He stretched against her, feeling more relaxed and happy than he had for a long time. "Good night, Sarah Jane," he replied softly.
Sleep came to them, and together they fell over the edge into it.
Continued thanks to all who have reviewed this! Your comments are helping me stay motivated. Still rated R this section, The BBC still own all things Dr. Who, darn it.
"Only tell me that you still want me here/When you wander off out there/To those hills of dust and hot winds that blow/In that dry white ocean alone/Lost out in the desert/You are lost out in the desert/ But to stand with you in the ring of fire/I'll forget the days gone by/I'll protect your body and guard your soul/ From mirages in your sight."
"Snow on the Sahara" by Anggun, copyright by Anggun, lyrics used w/o permission.
PART 8D
Sarah's heart melted at his words, so quietly spoken, but with an intensity so strong she felt a few drops of tears darken her eyes, saw the Doctor look at her in alarm.
"Sarah! Why are you crying? Was that."
"The most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me!" She replied. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her as she kissed him. He responded eagerly, holding her to him as though he was drowning and she was his life raft. His hands tangled in her hair, his mouth hard on hers, and she met its demands with a ferocity that equaled his own.
After a few minutes, he was no longer aware of their bodies being separate things: he felt so much a part of her, and her a part of him, that he no longer knew where he ended and she began. To him they were one body, one mind, one heart, one spirit. The ache he'd had for her, for this, long buried, something he'd thought could never see the light of reality, now blazed with a purity of rightness and receded, changed into a blinding halo of surety that had every nerve in him screaming for consummation, to be part of her completely and utterly.
He raised himself slightly, peering down at her with gentle eyes as he searched her face. "Are you certain, Sarah Jane?"
She couldn't suppress the laughter. "Fine time to be asking me that, isn't it?"
"Well, no one could accuse me of having impeccable timing, I realize," he joked. He got the look again, the "serious now" look. "I mean it, Sarah. It's not too late to stop. I'd never want you to."
"Here now, what're you going on about!" She exclaimed. She gave him a stern look. "I could say the same thing to you, you know. It's not every day a human seduces a Time Lord! Are you sure that this is what YOU want, Doctor?"
"More sure than I've been of anything in a long time," he replied softly. Then he seemed to process what she'd just said: his eyes widened. "Seducing a Time Lord? I thought I was doing the seducing here!"
"Shows how little YOU know sometimes, doesn't it?"
Her grin was so cheeky he couldn't stop himself from returning it. "Well, we've already established I'm lacking in a few areas, so I'm willing to concede the possibility."
"Big of you," she interjected.
".THIS time," he finished crisply. "But don't expect me to make a habit of it."
"I'd never dream of it," she assured him.
"Good. Now, where were we?"
She laughed again. "This is wonderful!"
"It is?" He looked a bit dismayed. "But I've not actually DONE anything yet!"
"O yes, you have," she said. "You're taken a situation that could've been awkward and nerve-wracking and turned it into something light-hearted and joyous."
He took her hands in his and kissed them. "I've had some help from you with that."
"True. Two concessions in the same day, Doctor? You MUST be slipping!"
"I say, you're right!" He kissed the tip of her nose and made her squeal. She looked into his face in time to see the "serious" mode switch back on. "Thank you, Sarah."
"For what?"
"For ignoring my words. For caring so much about me you'd risk yourself for my sake. For. this."
"It's nothing to thank me for," she whispered. "I did it out of."
"Love?" He asked softly.
"Yes." Now it was her eyes that searched his face.
He turned away a bit, sighing. Then he faced her again.
"Love is largely a mystery to me," He told her quietly. "I don't know if I've ever really experienced it. But I do know that what I feel for you is like nothing I can ever remember feeling before. Not on this level at least. I know if I lost you I'd be devastated. I know that I look forward to each day a little more because you're with me. I miss your laugh when we aren't together. When we find something new I watch you to see how'll you'll react, listen to hear what you'll say. My delight is secondary to yours."
She blinked back fresh tears, gripping his hands tightly in hers. He squeezed slightly, still looking at her with that open childlike expression. "Is that love?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"If it isn't, it's close enough in my book," she answered as she pulled him back down into a kiss.
He broke it to look at her. "Sarah."
She shook her head fiercely. "No. I've waited long enough for this. WE'VE waited long enough. I want this more than anything." Her gaze was pleading. "Please."
"Anything for you, Sarah," he whispered. "I'd do anything for you."
"Then love me. Right now."
He needed no further assurances or assertions. He released her hands and moved his to her thighs; gently parting her legs even as she opened them wider of her own accord. He kissed her, twining his tongue with hers, gasping as he felt her hand snake down to encircle him and caress his organ, making him hard and aching again in seconds. She wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, using her hand to guide him to her secret center, damp and eager for him.
Their eyes met and locked as he gently eased into her.
He moaned. She felt so good, warm and wet and soft against him. She tightened the grip of her legs a bit, holding him to her as she took his face in her hands. He pushed himself fully into her, still taking care to be certain he wasn't hurting her, and felt another surge of desire as she cried out in pleasure. She tilted her hips upward and the added friction made him gasp.
All the voices, all the normal chattering his mind did within itself was stilled. There was only one thought, one desire: Sarah.
Sarah couldn't believe how good he felt. She hadn't enjoyed sex very much the few times she'd had it before. Now she knew it was because she hadn't felt for those men the way she felt for the Doctor. This was the most amazing thing she'd ever known. She didn't think of them as being two separate people. They were two halves of a whole, too long kept apart and now joined again never to be parted.
He began to move against her, a slow, easy rhythm. She rocked in time with him, caressing his back, his shoulders, running her fingers through his wild tangle of curls. All the time she watched him. It seemed more important than anything in the universe at that moment to know how he felt, to see that he was feeling the same pleasure that she was. And he gazed steadily into her face, as though he was doing the same thing. That, too, was new to her. She'd always kept her eyes closed during sex. But he made her want to look at him, to bore her way into his very essence, to join with him on every possible level.
He whispered something so low she couldn't make it out, his body moving faster against hers. She drew a quick breath, feeling a tingling start in her sex, a flush spread into her skin. She whimpered, and then gasped. She knew this feeling. "Doctor," she said, her voice breathless, "I'm."
"Close," he replied, leaning down to kiss her. "So am I." the last word ended in a moan as he felt her tremble against him. "Sarah. you feel so good."
Sarah felt something gather speed inside her, something powerful and all consuming. Her fingers clenched the smoothness of his back, her hips moved harder, her back arched as the pleasure came crashing down upon her in waves, radiating outward. She was spilling over, exploding into infinity, a release too strong to be restrained. She clutched him as she came, burying her face in his neck, then flinging her head back and crying out his name, not his real name but the only name she had for him, the only name that mattered.
When he felt his, felt her explode against him, he thrust into her with a hard, fast movement, once, twice. and that was all that was needed to send him over his own edge. Everything that he'd kept restrained and denied for so long demanded he yield, and he obeyed gladly, holding her close as he moaned, feeling his body ignite in an endless stream of ecstasy that washed over him so strongly he drowned in the rapture only to resurface and go under again and again, until finally his flesh quieted and he became aware of them trembling against each other. He carefully slipped out of her and gathered her to him, pressing dozens of tiny kisses all over her face, murmuring nonsense words that somehow seemed to make sense to them both. She laughed, a breathless, exhilarated sound, grabbed his chin and planted a kiss of her own on his mouth, pressing on until even he had trouble breathing and had to wiggle back from her. She embraced him, and for an endless moment they simply held each other, saying nothing because nothing needed to be said. He gently pulled her down on the bed beside him, and she pulled the blanket up over them. He fitted her into the curve of his body and tucked her head onto his chest. She yawned and slid a hand down to his hearts.
"My, someone's a bit out of sorts," she said wickedly.
"Yes, I wonder how that happened," he deadpanned, fighting back a yawn of his own. Apparently Time Lords were affected by sex in a manner similar to humans. "Perhaps we can get some sleep for a bit to recover."
"Are you saying I wore you out?"
"My dear Sarah Jane, you most certainly did. And I have absolutely no complaints!"
"Ditto," she said, yawning again. "Mmm, I see what you mean! Sorry, I know yawning right now isn't very romantic.."
"But very understandable," he replied with a lazy grin. He kissed her and was about to pull her close again when she suddenly slid away and hopped out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" He exclaimed, feeling a sudden sense of loss.
She turned and wagged her eyebrows. "The light?"
"Ah."
She chuckled as she turned the light off and slipped back into the bed. "Now, where was I at?" She asked, feigning forgetfulness.
"Right here," he growled, tangling her up in his arms and legs.
"Oh, yes," she purred. "How could I have forgotten?"
"Humph," he said, but she knew he was smiling. She reached up and kissed him. "Good night, Doctor," she said sleepily as she nestled against him.
He stretched against her, feeling more relaxed and happy than he had for a long time. "Good night, Sarah Jane," he replied softly.
Sleep came to them, and together they fell over the edge into it.