This is for skyblaze
Three months later...
"I told you what would happen if you put d'irna peppers in this!" Tegan sputtered, gasping and downing several gulps of water.
"It needed some flavor," the Doctor replied, grinning at the sight.
"Not this much flavor! Bloody hell, Doc, if you're trying to do us all in, there's easier ways!" Tegan sat back and fanned herself.
"Perhaps I overdid it a bit," he admitted.
"A bit? I can't believe they let you make this for dinner!"
"The Azim were especially happy with it," he said. "They might have a higher tolerance for the peppers than humans."
"Obviously," she replied. "But you must've thought it was good as it is, too, or you'd have toned it down."
"My taste buds are similar to a humans, but not quite the same, so yes, I imagine that is the problem." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overdo it."
"I think those peppers might meet with a tragic accident in the gardens tomorrow!" Tegan huffed.
He smiled. "Here, have some more water. It's the least I can do." He refilled her cup while she pretended to glare at him. She wanted to keep it up, but his boyish charm made it impossible. Especially when he smiled at her like that, like she was the most important thing in the universe.
The past few months had been a blur to her, the days running into each other, dissolving into a routine. She had gotten used to the work, the schedule, the life they were forced to lead. The nights, however, were a different story. Every time they made love, it seemed new: every time made her feel alive. And it happened more often than she would have ever thought it could. She'd said something to him, after about a week, in a joking tone: that she was sure Halda was satisfied by now, that they didn't have to keep up this pace...
"Yes, but we need to be certain," he'd murmured against her lips.
"I just don't want you to feel like it has to be every night," Tegan had explained.
"Tegan, do I look like I'm not enjoying this?" he'd asked. Moving her hand down his body, he'd whispered: "Does it feel like I don't want this?"
She remembered her laughter. "No!"
"Then stop worrying," he'd said, kissing her.
"Oh, dear, I've created a monster!" she'd chuckled.
It wasn't every night, but she definitely wasn't unsatisfied. It still amazed her; the Doctor, the one she used to know, once so reserved, and now...
"Your mind is wandering off again," he chided.
"Sorry," she said with a start. "I was just thinking..."
"I noticed."
"It's so different now," she explained.
He nodded. "Feelings evolve, mature, I suppose."
"Even for a Time Lord?" she couldn't resist.
"I don't know why you continue to act as though I think of myself as some sort of supreme being," he said.
"You mean you're not?"
"Really, Tegan..." the Doctor's reply was halted as the door was opened. They both turned as Halda and three guards came in.
Tegan paled and the Doctor felt himself tense. Halda looked at them. "Doctor and Tegan."
"Yes?" the Doctor said warily.
"The plan is made. You are scheduled for child production this cycle."
Three months later...
"I told you what would happen if you put d'irna peppers in this!" Tegan sputtered, gasping and downing several gulps of water.
"It needed some flavor," the Doctor replied, grinning at the sight.
"Not this much flavor! Bloody hell, Doc, if you're trying to do us all in, there's easier ways!" Tegan sat back and fanned herself.
"Perhaps I overdid it a bit," he admitted.
"A bit? I can't believe they let you make this for dinner!"
"The Azim were especially happy with it," he said. "They might have a higher tolerance for the peppers than humans."
"Obviously," she replied. "But you must've thought it was good as it is, too, or you'd have toned it down."
"My taste buds are similar to a humans, but not quite the same, so yes, I imagine that is the problem." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overdo it."
"I think those peppers might meet with a tragic accident in the gardens tomorrow!" Tegan huffed.
He smiled. "Here, have some more water. It's the least I can do." He refilled her cup while she pretended to glare at him. She wanted to keep it up, but his boyish charm made it impossible. Especially when he smiled at her like that, like she was the most important thing in the universe.
The past few months had been a blur to her, the days running into each other, dissolving into a routine. She had gotten used to the work, the schedule, the life they were forced to lead. The nights, however, were a different story. Every time they made love, it seemed new: every time made her feel alive. And it happened more often than she would have ever thought it could. She'd said something to him, after about a week, in a joking tone: that she was sure Halda was satisfied by now, that they didn't have to keep up this pace...
"Yes, but we need to be certain," he'd murmured against her lips.
"I just don't want you to feel like it has to be every night," Tegan had explained.
"Tegan, do I look like I'm not enjoying this?" he'd asked. Moving her hand down his body, he'd whispered: "Does it feel like I don't want this?"
She remembered her laughter. "No!"
"Then stop worrying," he'd said, kissing her.
"Oh, dear, I've created a monster!" she'd chuckled.
It wasn't every night, but she definitely wasn't unsatisfied. It still amazed her; the Doctor, the one she used to know, once so reserved, and now...
"Your mind is wandering off again," he chided.
"Sorry," she said with a start. "I was just thinking..."
"I noticed."
"It's so different now," she explained.
He nodded. "Feelings evolve, mature, I suppose."
"Even for a Time Lord?" she couldn't resist.
"I don't know why you continue to act as though I think of myself as some sort of supreme being," he said.
"You mean you're not?"
"Really, Tegan..." the Doctor's reply was halted as the door was opened. They both turned as Halda and three guards came in.
Tegan paled and the Doctor felt himself tense. Halda looked at them. "Doctor and Tegan."
"Yes?" the Doctor said warily.
"The plan is made. You are scheduled for child production this cycle."