Donna was overjoyed to see that she was so close to home. If they were really in a spaceship, they could have been anywhere! She spun around to face the other two before blinking. "What..."
"What is it?" The Doctor turned to look at what had so quickly halted Donna's joy. Where he had expected to see a huge spaceship with blinking lights and perhaps some sort of hovering action, sat only a simple, old-fashioned police box. Nothing other-wordly, nothing even really advanced about it. It was, simply, a police box.
"That's...that can't be the ship. Can it?" he asked, looking to Earthest, who seemed to have the most knowledge about the situation.
"I wouldn't think so." She approached the structure, opened the door, and stuck her head inside. The doctor peered inside and to his amazement, and utter confusion, the interior was just as it had been-- large, electronic, and most certainly not the interior of a police box.
"How...?" He looked to Earthest for an explanation.
"It's a TARDIS," she informed the pair, turning around. At their blank expressions, she explained. "A spaceship specifically designed for the use by Time Lords."
"Time Lords?" The Doctor inquired, still a bit baffled.
"Beings from the planet Gallifrey. They can manipulate time and space, their knowledge of technology is much more advanced than any other race's." She paused, looking slightly concerned. "The only thing is...Gallifrey was destroyed and there's only one Time Lord left in the universe."
"And this is his ship?" The Doctor asked, staring at the exterior of a police box.
"Or her ship," Donna corrected, arms crossed over her chest.
Earthest nodded. "And it's reasonable to assume, since we woke up in it..."
"That one of us is the Time Lord," the Doctor finished.
"Donna has memories of a family and life here on Earth," the alien said, "and I know enough to know that I can't be a Time Lord."
The Doctor's eyebrows raised. "So you're saying..."
"Moxx is the Time Lord?" Donna asked, still amused by the name the man had given himself.
"Well, there's no saying that one of us has to be him," the Doctor pointed out. "He could be out."
"The probability of that is rather low," Earthest told him. "Time Lords don't usually leave their TARDIS out in the open like this. Especially so...obviously." They weren't exactly in the 1950's and the police box did stand out a bit.
The Doctor sighed and turned around, surveying the area. "I am not slow, it's simply a bit much to take in."
Donna blinked, looking between the Doctor and Earthest. "No one said you were, though I might not disagree with them if they did."
"Nonsense, Earthest just said-"
"I didn't say anything," the half-animal confirmed. "I did think it, though." Quickly, realization dawned on her. "Time Lords are telepathic."
"You read her mind?" Donna asked, giving her male companion a look.
"I didn't mean to," the Doctor said, innocently.
"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?" the redhead pressed.
"How does a Time Lord get amnesia?" Earthest asked, rhetorically. She sighed and shook her head. "You must be the worst Time Lord there is. A malfunctioning TARDIS, a human companion..."
"I doubt it was willing," Donna said, fully implying that she wasn't enjoying the Time Lord's company.
"Well, I am the worst," he agreed. "And the best. The shortest, the tallest, the darkest, the palest. I'm the only one." Before either female could respond, he continued, heading back to his ship. "Well, then, I'm sure I can figure out what happened to us and set it right."
"You're both insane," Donna muttered. "I'm going home."
"But..." Earthest dropped her hand as the redhead turned and left. She spun to face the Doctor before realizing he had already retreated into the TARDIS. Giving a groan, she followed him inside.
"Oh, you followed?" he asked, rummaging through various papers and gadgets on his desk.
"I don't have anywhere else to go," she pointed out. "Whether Donna wants to admit it or not, I feel like I know you."
The Doctor paused and turned to the brunette. "How so?"
She shook her head and walked up to him, stopping only inches away. Her eyes closed and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Your scent. It's familiar."
Unsure of how to react, the Doctor placed a hand lightly on the other's head. When she looked up at him, a sort of nostalgia filled him; a slight tug at the back of his head said that whoever this girl was, she belonged right where she was. A sort of pull came over him that seemed to gravitate right towards her and before he knew what he was really doing, the Doctor leaned down and captured the other's lips in his own.
Having been lost trying to memorize every detail of the stranger's face, Earthest was caught off guard when she felt him kiss her. She hesitated at first, but something about it felt simply right. Following her instincts, as she usually did, she pressed closer to him, returning the kiss. Her lips parted as the Doctor's tongue invaded her mouth, tempting her into a battle of dominance.
Not thinking through his actions at all, the Doctor pressed Earthest back through the console room until her back hit a wall. His hands slipped up under her shirt, cold fingers tracing nonsensical patterns on her pale skin. The soft gasp the female uttered urged him on as he broke the kiss and began trailing his tongue down her neck.
Earthest's head tilted back as the Doctor's hands ventured up further, one lightly squeezing her breast. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair and her tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. She allowed him to pull her shirt over her head and immediately pressed closer to him, shivering from the sudden exposure to the cold air.
Wordlessly, passionately, the Doctor kissed her again. He slipped off his overcoat and let it fall to the ground, his suit jacket and tie soon following. His fingers moved to work at Earthest's pants, but the girl was one step ahead of him. Grinning slightly at her eagerness, the Doctor let his trousers drop around his ankles.
Flushing slightly, while feeling rather comfortable, Earthest jumped and wrapped her legs around the Doctor's waist, one hand gripping a nearby bar to steady herself. Her head fell backward as her partner planted kisses down her neck and chest, paying particular attention to a hardened nipple. She rubbed her hips into his, already excited from his previous ministrations and passionate kisses.
The Doctor, finding himself rather experienced in his current situation, teased the girl's opening with a finger, withdrawing it to find it moist. He raised the digit to her lips, watching with fascination as she lapped at it and took it in her mouth. Feeling his more animalistic nature take over as his fingers were sucked, the male pressed his erection against Earthest's entrance, slipping the head inside her.
Gasping softly, the fingers withdrawing from her mouth, the female mentally braced herself and pushed down on the Doctor's length. Her back arched with the sudden jolt, but the dulled pain told her that it wasn't the first time they had been in this position. She tightened around the intrusion, comforted by the pleased look on her lover's face.
The Doctor's hips jerked upward at a quick pace, plunging himself deeper into the girl with each thrust. He pulled her body closer, ravaging her neck with nips and licks, and hissed lightly as he felt her sharp nails pierce through the skin on his shoulder. His rhythm became rougher as the legs around his waist tightened and the air became heavy with hot pants and soft moans.
Face flushed and head spinning, Earthest let herself drown in the pleasure. She had no memories of this person, but his touch and his taste triggered nostalgic feelings. Coming to her climax, she let out one last moan, her hips moving with the Doctor's as she felt his own release fill her.
Panting heavily, the Doctor slowly regained his bearings and pulled out of Earthest, lowering her to the ground. The pair proceeded to sink to the floor, chests still heaving. For a moment, the Doctor's head was filled with the lust and desire from their actions, but slowly it began to clear. "I don't usually do that, you know."
A faint smirk showed itself upon the brunette's lips. "Oh?"
"At least, I think I don't." He didn't seem like the kind of person that would.
"I told you," she said, grasping his hand in hers, "we know each other."
The Doctor chuckled. "It seems we do."
To the flamers who might discourage the 'meet and sleep' method of writing smut, I say 'bah!'. And really, they didn't just meet. THEY HAVE A CONNECTION. It'll help. Next chapter, we get memories and...flashbacks. =B Read on~