Incontri TenTENNANTi/wavering Meetings sort of Missing Moments a little ahead ...
The snow has never been so sweet, the fog has never been so fun, the sea has never been so relaxing... and the rain has never been so sexy!
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 24: Caught in the rain
Before reading: if you don't know this huge crossover story cowritten with my friend Loki at TennantClub shared profile , you'd better close this page, because you'll never ever manage to figure out what this fluffy sexy one shot is about, lol
if you are already familiar with the mentioned story, in this one shot (and the many others i'm going to post this month for this challenge) you'll find event a little ahead compared to where the original plot arrived, but it's just a matter of few chapters to add ;) and it's about something you already know it's going to happen ;)
If you're looking for sssexy fluff made in DIL, ( with some BarTen which is always a good thing, some J/K hints (they're my oxygen) even some David/Georgia hints not to miss anything) this is the right place! ;)
Liking (or rather licking) the rain
"Who wants to open the doors first?" asks the Doctor, as amused as a child.
He set the coordinates of the TARDIS without telling anyone where they would go and now he's curious to test their reactions.
"Me! Me, please, I have always dreamed of doing it!" David rushes to the doors, anticipating all the others. "I mean, yeah, okay, I've done it tons of times playing you, Ten, but doing it now, here, on the real TARDIS, as your Companion ..." he reveals his fanboy side, opening the doors.
Like everyone else, he expected boundless space, worlds with shapes, colors and populations never seen before, something that escaped any scientific or logical law ... certainly not what seems to be a hilly landscape, the same they can find hundreds on Earth.
If they all understood one thing during those trips, it is that with the Doctor nothing is ever what it seems.
If they have learned another one is that he will never reveal where the particularity is, not immediately, at least, it's up to them to find out.
A little doubtful, the Companions follow him out of the TARDIS, entering those meadows dominated by a cloudy sky. Just when they have stopped wondering what is strange, they realize that the landscape has changed: the hill seems to have disappeared, now replaced by a dirt road, but above all a very strong wind, that was not there before, has risen.
And they only walked a few kilometers.
"What the fuck?"
Ten doesn't need to turn around.
He already knows it was Drinky who spoke.
"Fascinating, right?" the Lord of Time turns to them all. "Now, try to move about ten steps back."
Everyone does as suggested and they find themselves back in the cloudy hill, shortly thereafter the Doctor also joins them.
"Welcome to ClimatAll, there are no inhabitants, except for a few indigenous people who are very rare to see, but it encompasses all possible climates and all types of landscapes, depending on where you walk. You cannot see in advance when and how the climate and landscape will change, but only when you have crossed it, without knowing the precise moment, but you can always go back to the previous one. " he explains to them, all thrilled.
"Ooooh, it's a bit like a movie set!" David comments in awe.
"What a fucking cool thing! " Drinky rejoices, pleasing Ten further.
"The universe is a cool thing!" reiterates the Time Lord. "So imagine every possible combination, here you can find it. I leave you free to explore, it will be the TARDIS that will take care of finding us all ... oh well, maybe Singy for first, then, if she wants, all the others, including me. " he mutters, still a little jealous.
"My Lord, but I'll take care of you, you know I can apparate with you inside the TARDIS, even if she doesn't come looking for us." Barty offers himself.
"You're right, but this assumes that we will have to be together all the time ..." mutters Ten persuasive, approaching him.
"Oh yeah, it's really an insurmountable problem ..." the Death Eater pretends to be worried, before the kiss.
"Oh well, the two of us had sex from midnight to dawn!" Drinky comments to Kevin, the problem is that he does it aloud, embarrassing the persuader not a little.
"So, are you perhaps complaining?" he protests.
"No, I'm just saying that we can spend half a day apart; also because I know you, dandy, you'll want to find yourself a quiet and sunny place, perhaps by the sea, to take a mini vacation." retorts the illusionist.
"Well yes, maybe." mutters the other, who thought he was more unpredictable.
"Okay, but you will do it alone. Whenever could I have such an opportunity again? I want to venture out in search of the most deserted land, perhaps shrouded in fog, something spooky, to relive a bit like my last fight against Jerry! " the vampire hunter decides.
"Uh, did you say 'spooky'? Oooh, I like spooky, big spooky fan, me. I'll go with you!" Crowley offers himself.
- Fantastic, someone who can even miracle alcohol! - approves Peter Vincent, with a smile.
"I find the beach by the sea the ideal place to read a bit." Aziraphale decides to join Kevin.
"I think I'll follow you too." David joins them.
In all this, Ten and Barty are still engrossed in kissing and when they part from each other they figure out that now there are only Peter Carlisle and Alec to surround them.
"What do you say, spring chicken, we prepare ourselves for a ride, withut a precise destination? " offers him the most experienced detective.
"Yesss!" enthusiastically approves the youngest.
"Just promise me you won't start singing how stupidly happy you are or whatever!" the other mutters.
"I'll try to avoid it, but I can't guarantee it ..." Singy explains, as they walk away.
"It's just you and me apparently, love." Ten smiles at his Dark Wizard. "Any preferences?"
"The snow ..." Barty murmurs. "When I was a child, my father never wanted to play with me building a snowman and my mother was too ill in health to do so, when I was studying he did not allow me to waste time on these futilities, with the other schoolmates, then there were the Missions, Azkaban and ... "
" Sshhh, don't say anything else, my beautiful wizard. " Ten silences him, with a finger over his mouth. "We'll find all the snow you want," he promises, taking him by the hand.
"Seriously? So if we build snowmen then I can also make them alive!" Barty proposes.
"Would you really be able to?" Ten looks amazed.
"I could summon an Inferus, it's more of a dark force that owns corpses and I don't know the spell very well, but I can try ..."
"If you love me, do NOT try!" Ten makes him desist as they walk off. "The last thing we need is an army of evil snowmen!"
"Phew, I just wanted to do something nice…" Barty mutters, as Ten can't help chuckling. "Do you find me ridiculous, my Lord?" he frowns.
"Sorry, honey, it's just that you reminded me of Elsa in 'Frozen' so, so much!" the Time Lord chuckles again.
"Who?!" Barty looks at him puzzled.
"Never mind," the other shrugs. "Anyway, do you know what does it mean to explore this place with me?" he looks at him, clicking his tongue. "That I know all the shortcuts: you'll have your beloved snow in less than a minute."
After a sunny mountain and a stormy sea, Peter Vincent and Crowley quickly find the gloomy glade, with bare trees, dry branches and thick fog that envelops everything.
The problem is that there is only that.
"Fucking crap! " complains the illusionist.
"NGK! I expected more fear, indeed." the demon comments disillusioned.
"I'm not saying I expected to see the fucking zombies, but at least a hare running among the rustles or a bat!" snorts Peter.
"Do you want me to make some appear?" Crowley offers.
"Nah, I'd rather you make alcohol appear, we need to get drunk!"
Crowley grins, snapping his fingers to do what is required.
"Ooooh, I'm always up for that, my human friend!"
The group in search of the sea did not struggle to find one, within a couple of kilometers they reach a scenario that definitely meets their expectations: the sea, the sun, the less aggressive one, at sunset, a strip of sand white and very fine and behind the green hills, with flashes of grass also on the beach.
Aziraphale wasted no time and miracled a sun umbrella, a beach chair, beach towels and bathing suits for all three.
"It reminds me of a beach in Malibu where I took Jessica once, "Kevin lets himself go to confessions a little veiled with melancholy." I used to make her wear a purple and black bikini with ... "He stops, noticing how his small audience is looking at him." But I guess nobody cares. " he mutters, a little insulted.
"Blimey, I didn't remember playing you so obsessed!" David looks at him in amazement.
"I am deeply in love, it's different. Maybe it's your fault that you interpreted me like this, but I consider it more than anything else a virtue." Kevin counters.
"But you are right about one thing." David resumes the conversation.
"About the fact that Jessica with that costume was a vision?"
"No! By the way, Krysten and I have never even played those scenes; it's all just in your memories, probably also in Jessica's," explains the actor, surprising him.
"Could you two, make a little less noise, my dears? I'd be trying to read. " Aziraphale tries to assert himself, but the 50s one-piece with white and blue stripes he wears gives him even less authority than usual.
"I meant that this really looks like a beach in Malibu," continues David, but he does it more softly , to satisfy the angel. "I'd gone there a summer with Georgia and the children ... but without them I really can relax!" He stretches, lying on the towel, looking at the sea. "I just meant without the children. I wish my Georgia was here with me, so, so much…" he feels compelled to clarify.
Far farther away, by dint of walking, Peter and Alec have landed in a countryside with a bright sun but a pleasant breeze that cools them sufficiently.
"I could stay here for life." murmurs Peter, lying on the grass.
"Are you sure? Look, apart from living perpetually on salad, I don't think there is any other food here!" Alec teases him, who has crumpled up his trenchcoat to make it his own pillow.
"Okay, then maybe not for life, but another half hour, yes," rectifies the younger, before pulling a donut out of the pocket of his trenchcoat. "And anyway I have my vital supplies!" he informs him, biting into it before climbing on him, without warning. "Do you want a bite?" he asks invitingly, but Alec prefers to taste some donut directly from his mouth.
"Now I also know how to spend this half hour." Peter smiles against his lips, before kissing him deeper, but the other pushes him away, getting up and putting on his coat again."
"Half an hour here in the bloody nothing? That's not going to happen, boy!" he protests, taking his first steps.
Peter wastes no time and runs after him.
"I need stimulation, action, maybe find a place like the last crime scene I investigated," Alec explains. "You know one of the most important rules of a good detective, don't you? "
"Abuse all your power, so you can get out of the picture whoever you dislike and get the green light with his wife?" Peter ventures.
Alec nearly stumbles.
"What ?! No! No, absolutely no. Bloody Hell, but where the hell did you get your degree to become a detective? With collection points of snacks?" He mocks him, rolling his eyes.
"Oooh, I wish there was such a collection!" daydreams the youngest.
"Anyway, the answer was' returning to the crime scene after some time can give you insight, make you grasp things that you had missed before'!" explains the older one.
"Oh well, yes, it seems to me that it makes sense." the other approves.
"By the way, what's this matter about a wife you're courting?" investigates Alec, but just at that moment they hear the noise, similar to a torn sheet, which is always heard before a change of climate and landscape.
They do not even have time to realize the pouring rain that soaks them in a short time, in what looks like a forest.
"I hate the rain, I hate it, I boody hate it!" Alec curses, grabbing Peter by the arm and dragging him with him to a cave he saw.
"Here, let's take shelter here!" he decides for both of them.
"And then would I be the unsatisfactory detective? By doing so you have made it impossible for us to understand the direction from which we came." Peter retorts. "It would have been enough just to stay calm, lucid ..."
"Under the bloody rain I stop being calm and lucid!" is Alec's sharp answer.
"The point is that we could have taken a few steps backwards to get back to the quiet countryside, but no, now thanks to you everything is unknown, as far as I know we could also end up in a snowstorm!" Peter counters.
"Maybe it's not clear to you, spring chicken: we won't get out of here at all, the TARDIS will come here to pick us up, at the cost of making you sing ' Help ' by The Beatles !" Alec lays down, shaking.
Peter thinks it's in anger, but then realizes it's another cause.
"Oh my god, honey, but you're freezing!" the younger one is alarmed.
"Oh we-well, that's what happens when one hundred bloody pounds of f-freezing water fall on you!" the other grumbles shaken by tremors, before Peter takes off his raincoat, jacket and undoes his shirt.
"Let me understand ... I'm freezing and you're undressing me, too?" Alec looks grimly at him, but then sees Peter undress too and when he hugs him, letting him feel all the warmth of his body, he understands what he's trying to do.
"Oh." that's all he can say, wincing when Peter starts licking off all the raindrops running down his chest.
"Look, I'm not maple syrup, chocolate fondue or ..."
"Sshh, let me work my magic." Peter interrupts him, continuing to lick and kiss him in his own way, going up his neck.
He licks his cheeks and forehead and then lingers for a longer time on his chin, shaggy with beard, against which he rubs his face, while his hands descend to undo his pants, pulling them down.
"Peter, but ..." Alec gasps, taken aback.
"I haven't warmed you up enough yet ... and then I bet I have to take the raindrops out of there too." he smiles mischievously, kneeling, his hands ready to lower his boxers too.
"Oh well, I'm starting to like the rain!" Alec moans, as soon as Peter begins to give him certain ministrations.
"But I'm starting to hate it, it ruined all the sweets I had in my raincoat pockets ..." Peter snorts, making him laugh. "Luckily I've found something even more appetizing than a donut! "
END
Notes:I find so canon that Alec hates the rain, as I find canon Peter Carlisle walking around with donuts in his pockets, as I find canon Barty nostalgic for all those things a normal child experiences (awww, my poor Dark Puppy!)
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