You stumbled into the TARDIS, giggling despite almost falling face first onto its golden floor. And you would have, if it weren't for the Doctor gripping onto your shoulder tightly, fingers digging into the fabric of the suit she'd urged you to wear for the versailles ball recreation on some far off alien space station. "If it fits me it'll look even better on you! And plus we'll be a matching pair."

She was laughing now, spluttering, cheeks red from it- and something else, as she pulled you upright whilst leaning on you, both of you unsteady, trying and failing at holding in another peal of laughter, gripping onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Perhaps you shouldn't have drank so much dodgy alien whiskey, especially when the Doctor chirped that it was " Like a space version of moonshine!" but then again Yaz wasn't present to tell you two to reel it back, and Dan wasn't there to laugh at you when you inevitably failed at it ( but not to…this extent.) And neither were there to help you run from angry alien moonshine busting Judoon whilst tipsy on it. Or to hold your hand as they did so, which the Doctor had done, wordlessly interlacing her fingers with yours in a grip that tore the air from your lungs- from the sudden running of course. Nothing to do with how tightly she held you as you ran, looking back at you every so often and grinning, like she wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here dodging laser fire with you.

The Doctor managed to make her way to the TARDIS console and pull the lever, unable to keep from smiling at you when you caught her eye. You almost started laughing again.

"I didn't know Time Lords could get drunk."

"Oi! I'm not drunk, I'm fine. Like you can talk."

You both weren't really drunk, mostly tipsy and high on adrenaline, your heart was still beating in your chest, fluttering against your ribcage like an agitated insect, warmth crawling across your body as you tried to regain your breath. Maybe then you'd stop feeling so giddy. Especially when you looked at the Doctor, her cheeks pink and her hair slightly tousled as she leaned against the console, mindlessly loosening the ribbon on her neck, undoing the top button of her collar. You didn't realise you were staring until she met your eyes and tilted her head, and even then it took you a second to snap your eyes to the floor, embarrassment flooding your face as she let out a soft chuckle.

You made your way to the console, to her side, slowly, not wanting to make a fool of yourself as your legs still felt unsteady. She waited, hazel eyes focusing on you with an intensity that made your knees feel even weaker. It was as if the universe wanted you to trip tonight.

"Do you get hangovers?"

" I'm not sure actually. Maybe with this stuff I will." She hadn't taken her eyes off you, watching you with an expression you couldn't quite place. Your eyes shifted in order to avoid that gaze that threw a whole lot of gasoline on the fire inside you , wandering to her exposed neck and collar bone, watching the muscles shift slightly as she adjusted herself against the console. What were you talking about again? Your head felt a little heavy, not in a tiresome way, but foggy, with something warm. You caught her smiling at you, and immediately looked elsewhere, heat rising in your cheeks, abashed at being caught staring again. What was wrong with you tonight?

Not that it was just tonight, not at all. But you didn't want to deal with what that meant. You were always looking at her, how could you not? It was probably because she stole the show in whatever room she entered, it happened to everyone, everyone was drawn to looking at how her eyes wrinkled when she smiled, how her smile lit them up like a golden sea, how her hair seemed so soft and bouncy, how warm she could make you feel just by standing close. It was normal. It was normal that somehow today everything appeared to have increased tenfold, that you noticed everything, the slightest raise of her eyebrow, the gentle quirk of her lips when she was just shy of a laugh. She was intoxicating, even if you hadn't drank anything that night you doubted you'd be any different, you were drunk off of her alone.

"What's up?" Her voice coaxed you from your thoughts, lightly tugging you closer.

"I'm not sure. Probably just tired. It's a bit warm."

The Doctor frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she peered at you slightly, scrutinising you.

"Did you get hurt when we were running off?"

"No, no…Just a long day."

You squeaked- a mortifying sound- as she suddenly drew closer, shepherding you against the console, the edge of it digging gently into the small of your back, and not so gently letting you know there was no means of escape.

"Still just in case, let me check you over?"

She was so close. You could see the little flecks in her eyes, could almost feel her breath against your face. Her cheeks were still lightly flushed, and at this proximity you couldn't look anywhere else but at her.

"I'm sure, Doctor, I know it's not that."

Her voice was low, and you fell into it willingly, if that could even be said (you felt like you had no choice, you didn't want to have a choice.) losing yourself.

"Then what is it?" She tilted her head, her eyes boring into yours, pinning you down against the console, even if she'd stepped away you wouldn't have been able to move, stuck in place, frozen in time as her hand came up to fiddle with your ribbon. " I can tell something's on your mind." Her fingers brushed against your neck and you almost whined, almost begged for that touch to come back.

She knew. She had to. Tonight had ruined any chance at subtly admiring her, keeping your crush hidden even from yourself. You had been careless, drinking and letting your barriers melt away, forgetting that the whole point of having a secret crush on the Doctor was to hide said secret crush. And in the course of one night you had thrown it all away.

She said your name, in a soft way that brought you back into focus with a slight shiver up your spine. You hadn't noticed how tight you were gripping onto the console, leaning back as she leaned impossible closer, the front of her thighs brushing your own. You felt your breath hitch, and you couldn't stop staring at her lips. They were so close. They looked so soft. Her hands and her lips- you wanted them all over you. You couldn't think of anything else, how on Earth could you answer a question or form words or do anything when she was so close that you could feel her warmth, almost feel her heartbeats against your own. How you wanted to reach your hand and push between her shirt buttons, to put your hand against her bare chest, to feel that skin against your own.

"Um, I don't know." What were you answering again? You don't know if it was the alcohol or her, but something had you in a trance.

"I think you do. I do." She undid your ribbon completely, letting it fall, her hand moving to rest against your neck, those lips you wanted so badly turning into a smile when she felt you stiffen and breathe in at her touch.

"I was right, you know." Her thumb left soft strokes on your skin, it was maddening. That little bit of contact was threatening to make you fall over completely, to fall into her. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"Right about what?"

"It does look good on you. The suit. I knew it would."

There must have been enough liquid courage left in you to hinder whatever filter your brain had that stopped you from saying the most asinine of things, things that should never be said or heard, things that the Doctor should not know you were capable of thinking.

"It looked better on you. I couldn't…I couldn't" The filter acted, but slowed by alcohol and adrenaline and something warm between your legs that was causing you to squeeze them together slightly, to try and contain it and bury it back deep within yourself, to snuff it out. It was too late.

"You couldn't what?" Like hell she'd have let you get away with that.

"Go on," her hand strokes up your neck to cup your cheek, and you lean into it without thinking. She was even closer now, to the point were you worried that by answering your lips would brush against hers. No, not worried, excited? Something. You could count her eyelashes from here, count the colours in her eyes, count the few stray hairs. Count the breaths that fanned against your lips.

"I couldn't stop looking at you. I'm always looking at you. You drive me insane- I see you when I try to sleep. I can't think of anything else."

She grinned, grinned like she was about to chuckle again, and you thought you'd fallen for a trap, misinterpreted something, that she was going to laugh at you and tell you fat chance. You're crazy. Don't think of me like that, you're a fool for doing so. Get off my TARDIS.

But she didn't, her hands moved behind you, to settle on your shoulders, to suddenly grip your clothes and drag you to her, to crash her lips into yours, almost too roughly, her desperation bubbling under the surface, as if she couldn't wait any longer. It was hardly a 'proper' kiss, more like her mouth colliding into yours, trying to swallow you whole, all mouth and tongue with no structure or precision, inhibitions stolen away in the night long before you two had set foot on the TARDIS.

Her mouth was warm as she slid her tongue into your mouth, her hands gripping you even tighter as you gave up all pretence at being able to stand up straight, leaning heavily against the console. You were so close to her yet you wanted more, you kissed her back like you wanted to drown in her, never to resurface. You didn't need air or thoughts or anything, you just wanted her against you. You needed her against you.

You couldn't pretend anymore, there was no self control left in you as you let yourself moan against her lips, your hands moving from the console to bring her so much closer, to feel her front against yours. You broke away, a string of spit breaking between you, as she pushed her thigh between your legs, pushing it right against your core, tearing a groan from your lips. Her hands stroked up and down your back as she nuzzled her nose into your cheek, leaving a lazy kiss at the top of your jaw which turned into a small bite.

Her voice tickled your ear as she spoke. " You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."

You felt out of breath, and everytime she shifted, her leg would press up against you a little more, putting pressure between your legs which was rapidly heating up. You could hardly think.

"What took you so long?"

"I have good restraint."

"Yea as we can clearly see right now."

She scoffed, and you were chided with a bite on the top of your neck, making you hiss through your teeth, not that it was groaned as she licked over the mark, kissing it lightly.

"You could at least do that where I can hide it later."

"Is that a complaint?"

"...No…you could even do it harder."

You could feel a smug smile against your neck, or maybe you imagined you were.

The Doctor sunk her teeth harder into your neck, slightly lower than the first one, sucking on your skin drawing out sounds out of you that you could only describe as pathetic as you melted in her hold, vaguely feeling the TARDIS buttons pressing against your lower back. Your hands scrabbled on her back for purchase, before going south and cupping her ass, which seemed to prompt her to suck harder, a stifled groan leaving her. The thought that you'd made her react in any way, even the vague notion that you may have aroused her in any way went straight to your cunt.

The leg betweens yours shifted, slightly, and you grinded against it, and you couldn't help but moan her name, losing your grip and accidentally pressing up against those buttons a lot harder than you intended, making a littleow out of surprise rather than any real pain, prompting the Doctor to quickly straighten, looking at you quizzically, and a little worried.

"Just the buttons, don't-"

The TARDIS let out a sudden, distasteful vworp and the Doctor rolled her eyes, holding onto your hand and bringing you properly to your feet. The loss of the friction between your legs made you almost pitifully desperate.

"Yea not the best place for these activities."

Your heart sank and she must have read it in your expression because she pulled you closer, kissing you quickly, but not at all gently, leaning her forehead against yours after she pulled away, both of you swaying slightly as you clutched onto each other.

"Don't worry I know somewhere much better, come on."

She didn't let go of your hand as she led you into the TARDIS corridors, leaving behind the warm glow of the console room, taking you down a path you seldom took.

"Are we not going to my room?"

"Why, would you prefer that? I thought we'd go to mine." You thought she was teasing you but the expression she gave when she turned her head was genuine, and she started to slow down.

"No, no, let's go to yours. I didn't realise you had a room."

"I don't use it too much, I'd rather stay in the console room with you guys."

"What about when we sleep?"

"I do maintenance." She sounded evasive but before you could question further she stopped before a mahogany door.

"Here we are! Come on in."

You didn't know what to expect from the Doctor's room but it was pleasant, if a bit messy. Well, less messy and more a little cluttered. It resembled an old fashioned university office, with a warm dim light, the dark bedside table having a pile of books on top, with the floor beside it housing a pile that couldn't fit on it. There was also a pair of double-bridged glasses. Through the large window to the side, you could see a dark rainy night through the crack in the dusty peach curtains that covered it.

"Fake, you know people go mental if you put them in a room with no windows for a long time? The TARDIS thinks of everything."

She had gone ahead, and taken off her blazer and boots, discarding them on the floor as she sat on the bed. You paused, and she waved you over.

You took off your own blazer and shoes, placing them next to hers, a bit more neatly than she did- suddenly nervous and shy despite everything. Something about being in her room made you feel vulnerable, not necessarily in a bad way, and the intimacy that came with it wasn't unwelcome, you just weren't used to it.

You sat next to her, the bed soft under you, your legs almost touching hers.

"Do you still want to…"

"Yes of course, if you want to, that is."

You met her shiny eyes, seeing the faintest of doubts flit through them. In that moment you knew that she was just as nervous as you are, just as shy for your approval, just as scared for your rejection. You knew she would never admit it, but she didn't have to. You understood.

You leaned forward and kissed her sweetly, and you could feel a tension you hadn't noticed melt away from her as she leaned into you, her hands coming to grip your forearms. This was addicting, kissing her was addicting, and you felt a rush of satisfaction when you pulled away and she leaned forward, kissing you more fervently, her grip becoming desperate. Your hands found her sides, untucking her shirt, your hands nervous but sure as they ventured under it. You wanted to feel the skin you'd dreamed about so much. Your hands ghosted over her lower stomach, feeling warm smooth skin, before she pulled back. You whined, wanting to touch her for longer as she manoeuvred around you, pushing you down to the pillow, moving to straddle your hips, gently pinning them down as they bucked instinctively, wanting that friction that layers of clothing denied you.

"I just want to finish this first." You were confused as she grinned at you, understanding as soon as she bent down and started marking your neck again, this time impatient and a little rougher, nipping and sucking as if she couldn't get enough of you. You heard her murmuring lovingly, wordless praise in response to your moans, her hands finding your shirt buttons and slowly undoing them. Your own were tangled in her golden hair, gripping like a lifeline.

She made sure your neck was completely covered, before moving down your chest, her hand moving to cup your breasts through your bra. She licked and nipped, and you could hear her own pleased hums as she lost herself in you. Your neck was covered in bold hickies that you knew no amount of foundation would cover up. The fact pleased you.

It didn't take long for the Doctor to sit up, and you arched your back slightly to allow her to unclasp your bra. Her careful removal of it seemed to be killing her, which you thought amusing, it was attractive to see her so impatient to touch you.

"You don't have to be so gentle."

"I want to be. If it's our first time."

"So there's going to be more?"

She paused, holding your gaze, deciphering your expression. Her lips were pink and slightly wet from kissing you and you couldn't help but stare.

"I mean. If you want to." She sounded reserved, which to anyone else might have been interpreted as resignation or hesitation. But you could tell she was trying hard to not let her hopes up.

"Of course I do! If you'll have me."

"Really?" Her smile was light but the happiness radiating off of her was anything but.

"Yes,really. Still, don't worry Doctor, I won't break. Don't hold back- as much at least."

"We'll see." Her eyes shone with something indecipherable.

She returned to her task, kissing and biting above your left breast, as her hand palmed the other,gentle at first and then eager, her fingers grasping and pinching your nipple, strengthening in response to your cries. She bit down, her tongue darting out to smooth over the marks left behind, before moving to your nipple, the graze of her teeth making you shudder. She removed her mouth, licking her lips and she continued to taste you, lips moving across your chest.

"You're so pretty, so so pretty," she was murmuring more to herself between kissing, her eyes half lidded. You cupped her face and she looked at you, full of an emotion you were too scared to describe as adoring, turning her head to kiss your hand.

You wanted to feel her tongue, for her to shove it down your throat or lick down your folds. You were beyond yourself, slacks straining as the Doctor took her time with you, moving to the other breast when she was satisfied with her work. You wanted more, you wanted her to fuck you senseless, to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you, to drown in each other. You were panting with need as an aroused haze settled on your mind like smoke, clouding everything else.

She looked up again when you gripped the back of her shirt mouth slightly open as spit dribbled down her chin.

"I want to– can I–" you swallowed thickly " Can I touch you? I've always wanted to feel you up against me."

Her tongue darted out, nervous as she licked her lips quickly. The expression on her face looked conflicted and frozen, struggling with some internal battle that you couldn't quite place. But before you could retract your statement, apologise and let her continue, she answered you, her voice betraying a vulnerability you weren't expecting, especially from someone like her.

"Of course, let me just…"

She seemed tentative, and noticed you eyeing her.

"I'm just not used to another human looking at this body, at least not naked. But I'll be fine." She offered you a smile, a very small one that you wanted to treasure forever.

"We don't have to if you don't want to. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, no I want to– very much." The Doctor reached up to undo her buttons, and you noticed her hands shaking slightly. You sat up a little, so that she was essentially sitting on your lap, and helped her, replacing her hands with yours. You couldn't help but kiss down her front as you undid her shirt, savouring the feel of her soft skin against your lips. You couldn't get enough, and she could tell. As you moved down her torso, you pushed her shirt off completely, pausing afterwards to let her do the same as yours was hanging on unbuttoned.

Her hands, soft and unsure, moved slowly, feeling the expanse of your back, fingers tracking your spine. She pushed her nails in very lightly, pleased at the small sound you made, pulling you towards her, so she could nuzzle into the junction between your neck and shoulder, tongue pressing against your skin and she rocked against you. She was murmuring again, words of praise against your skin, whispers of how beautiful she found you interlaced with kisses pressed against you as her hands caressed your back.

You placed your head on her shoulder, looking down at her back, tracing the moles, tracking imaginary constellations across her skin, wondering why you bothered looking for the stars outside when they were beside you all along. You want to push her down onto the bed, turn her over and trace these paths with your tongue, take your time appreciating every inch of her.

"You're more perfect than I could have ever imagined." You whispered it softly near her ear, wanting the words to reach home, to stay special and precious between the both of you. She held you a little tighter.

You went to undo her bra strap, unable to resist her any longer. She let you, leaning back a little to make it easier for you, her hands gripping onto your waist, nails digging in, her lips finding yours, hungry and yearning, pulling you close so your breasts pressed together, making a sound at the back of her throat when they did.

They were so soft and pretty and perfect, you pulled away from her wanting lips just to grasp them, to feel the heart beats underneath, steady and present, to feel the whine tumble from her parted lips as she leaned into your touch, bending her neck to kiss the corner of your mouth, tongue pushing inside, devouring your moans, hands lightly scratching your back and swallowing the gasp that you made as she repeated the motion. You couldn't think, her hips were grinding against yours, getting no satisfaction as you both still had trousers on. Still, you continued to achingly rut against her, words tumbling into senseless begs and pleading when she finally pulled apart, out of breath, chest heaving.

"I know, I know." The mock sympathy did nothing to quell the longing between your legs, in fact it made it worse, and you let out a broken wail as she palmed you through your slacks.

"Quit being a tease."

"Tell me what to do again and I'll make sure you won't come all week."

You quickly shut up, and she seemed to enjoy your reaction, moving off of your lap and pulling down your trousers, discarding them with the rest of your clothes. As she did her own you both fully undressed, and you couldn't keep your eyes away from her milky thighs as she sat on her knees, the insides slick and glistening with her arousal. Dark curls where they met, where her hand idly went, rubbing between the slick folds, easily sliding upwards to circle her own clit, dragging out the movement– it was as if she wanted you to be a whining begging mess before she'd even touched you properly. She let out a satisfied hum, her fingers coming away wet.

Before you realised what you were doing, you had reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling it towards your face. The Doctor understood, and pushed her fingers into your mouth, listening intently to the obscene noises you made as you sucked around them, tasting her arousal, getting drunk on it.

"You're a depraved one, aren't you? " It was an affectionate comment as she pushed her fingers in deeper, invading your mouth, her other hand resting on your cheek as she felt your tongue, pumping her fingers along the length of your mouth. Your eyes were half lidded and drowsy. Her fingers went just far enough that you felt the threat of a gag before pulling back and repeating the movement, the pressure on your tongue maddening as she fucked your mouth.

"You're so good for me." she murmured, her fingers leaving your mouth with a wet pop. " I should reward you." You were putty in her hands, your face still cupped in her palm, your own resting on your lap, clenched to resist the urge to open up her legs or touch yourself right there and then. It was proving very difficult.

"Do you want me to touch you? What would you like?" Her finger was tracing patterns on your thigh, which made it very hard to say anything. Or breathe or think or stay still or move or exist or contain yourself. She must be doing this on purpose. It was a miracle you were still conscious.

Your eyes travelled again up those thighs, to the place you so badly wanted to bury your head into, you wondered if she'd let you. God please, even just for a second.

She noted your gaze, tilting her head slightly, inching closer so her hair tickled your cheek.

"I think I know, but use your words ,love."

"Please let me eat you out." You were so embarrassed.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips with way too much gentleness to be in any way enough.

"Of course, if you give me a show first."

You frowned at her and she poked you lightheartedly, calling you cheeky, and you found yourself being pulled forward so that you were straddling her thigh, much like you were earlier in the TARDIS console room. Her hands rested on your hips, digging in as she dragged you across her thigh, setting your nerves aflame with pleasure as you let out a broken gasp.

"Unfair-"

"Oh don't look at me like that, I wanted to see you come like this earlier. I know you can do it. I'll make it up for you, maybe."

You gave her a glare but its power was completely lost when another movement had you staggering forwards, hands gripping onto her shoulders as your clit grinded hard against her, the slickness between your legs making it laughably easy. She moved you again before you could recover, setting a slow, agonising rhythm- not enough to bring you to orgasm, but enough that you couldn't regain composure, bones turned to jelly as you tried to save face and stay upright. All thoughts of that melted away as she kissed you, pulling a whine from your lips as you shamelessly opened your mouth, letting her do whatever she wanted to you. You couldn't think of anything else as she gave you hushed praise between kisses, a hand on your hip moving downwards to squeeze your ass as she increased the pressure against your cunt.

The Doctor was relentless and you were overwhelmed, you weren't even kissing her as much as being kissed, you weren't getting off on her leg as much as she was moving you against it. She murmured your name as you begged, you just wanted to come but she wasn't letting you, her pace slowing down as soon as she heard that hitch in your breath, returning to its original intensity after you whined in frustration.

"I know you can do it, just a little longer, you're doing so well."

You were smearing your arousal all over her leg but you didn't have the energy to be self conscious about it now, maybe later, and no doubt she'd probably tease you about it, because you were really about to come all over her leg.

You shuddered as her hand ghosted over your stomach, so close yet so far to where you needed her, as she slowly, cruelly, inched downwards. Your begging became incomprehensible, a blabble of please and Doctor , blending into a shuddering, wordless plea when she finally finally pressed against your clit, two fingers circling and applying pressure, and with one final thrust you were over the edge, tensing and clenching around her, as you weakly held yourself up by her shoulders as she continued rubbing through your orgasm.

As your arms gave way, she caught you in her arms, pushing you backwards so you were leaning with your head on the plush pillow, with her beside you. Your breath came in shuddered gasps, and she gently caressed your stomach, soothing you as you came down from your high. You blinked up at her as she came into focus, her hair almost halo-like, her eyes two shining stars that peered down at you, full of a warmth you knew you were already addicted to. You wanted to stay like that forever, wanted her to wrap her hands around you and fall asleep like that, a safe cocoon of light.

Her hand moved further south and you held your breath as her fingers parted your labia, your cunt sensitive from the recent orgasm, almost painful as she teased you, slowly rubbing. You were so wet that you could hear it in the quiet room.

"Can you give me one more?" She nuzzled you, her lips ghosting over your cheek as her fingers found your clit. " Then I'll reward you."

You really didn't know, you felt weak and dreamy, but you wanted to so badly, wanted to be so good for her so you couldn't help but nod.

After kissing your forehead with a surprising tenderness, the Doctor moved between your legs spreading them, wasting no time to push a finger in your cunt, sliding in easily up to the first knuckle. She kissed your trembling inner thigh as you let out a feeble moan. She pushed another one in, which wasn't difficult at all, pushing them both in and out along your walls, curling at the end, the sound downright obscene. And as always, the praise, the soft encouragement as she dragged those fingers out of you, cradling you and sparking a fire in you at the same time.

She fucked you slowly- deep purposeful strokes that made sure you felt every inch of her intrusion, going the full length of her fingers before she'd thrust them in again. Your hips bucked in a desperate motion, fucking yourself on her fingers, desperately wanting more despite how sensitive you were. You had to bite your lip to stop from constantly crying out, tears streaming down your face as she took her time with you. You'd come when she wanted you too, no sooner or no later. She made sure of that, almost professional in reading your body language, noticing cues and small changes with a precision that was attractive beyond words. You were certain that she intended to study every inch of your body, every reaction, every small noise, every sigh of pleasure. And you looked forward to it.

You felt a third finger at your entrance and this time, and she studied your face with piercing intensity, watching your facial expression as she pushed it in, stretching you, filling you up completely. You braced yourself at the slight sting that gave way to a pleasure beyond words as she started fucking you even slower, your mouth open as you couldn't contain your reactions.

"You're clenching like mad around me." She was talking more to herself than you, but you felt your face heat up nonetheless. She was mesmerised, staring so candidly at your cunt that you felt even more vulnerable than you thought possible. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation, focusing on the feel of her, her breath against your thigh, the skin of her lips when she sometimes kissed her, their movement as she murmured against you, the slick, debauched sound of her fucking you through your wetness.

You suddenly cried out as something warm and wet enveloped your clit, and you looked down, almost coming at the sight of the Doctor sucking your clit, her eyes closed, enraptured, dragging her tongue across it as her fingers picked up speed.

The sensation drove you insane, and you felt a bit guilty as your hips jolted towards her, your hands flying to grip her hair as you said her name in a strangled, hungry grunt.

She looked up at you then, mindlessly licking her lips, savouring your release, her fingers still moving in and out of you. It was as if every action she did in this room was to bring you even closer to the brink- not that you were complaining.

"I really like how you say my name." She was out of breath, face even more flushed and slightly wet from you. Her eyes were shining, melting into you as if you were the only thing in existence in the entire universe. Just you and her, together for as long as you needed to be.

"Can you say it when I make you come? I love hearing you, don't hold back."

"Y-y..yea." You could hardly string words together but that was enough for her as she returned, licking a slow, languid stroke against the length of your cunt, mouth sucking on your clit as her fingers went even faster as she opened you up. The way her mouth moved against you was ludicrous, almost as if she was making out with you, indulging herself in you.

You were already so close but when you heard a secondary noise, a softer one, a moan from her mouth that you felt against your skin, you realised that her other hand had moved down between her legs, pushing a finger inside of herself, teasing her own hole as she fucked you- getting herself off on your arousal, on your sounds, on you.

You couldn't hold it then, your grip on her hair tightened but you didn't have the awareness to feel guilty as you pushed your hips upwards, against her, as you cried out her name in a depraved, heated manner, loud and unconstrained. Your hips stuttered as you were overcome by your second orgasm, your stomach so tense it was verging on painful. Your released flowed out of you and she wasted no time lapping it up as if it were her last meal, for her own pleasure as the sensitivity became ten-fold, so that you were whimpering as she went as far as running her tongue on the apex of your thighs, collecting the slick that had dribbled there.

Nothing could keep you up as you finally fell back on the sheets, mind clouded and drowned out by pleasure and something else, almost giddiness, as you basked in the warm glow that came afterwards. The Doctor kissed you and you let her, not caring at all that you could taste yourself on her. She was stroking your sides, gentle shushing sounds as you caught your breath. Her hair was ruffled, which you thought looked adorable.

The Doctor held your hand in her own, interlacing the fingers and bringing it up to her lips to kiss each knuckle.

"Do you still want to…your prize I mean." Her voice was soft, safe like a cloud enveloping you. " You don't have to-"

"No no I'd like that." You went to sit up but couldn't find the energy, feeling boneless and floppy.

"Don't worry, you don't have to move, let me help you." She was gentle, loving, as she sat you up against the pillows so you were sitting up tightly, you immediately understood where this was going.

As she knelt, knees either side of you, bringing her hips to your face, you could immediately see how much you had turned her on, the insides of her thighs glistening, her breath slightly stuttering. You could feel her warmth, and you were honestly a bit proud of yourself for not drooling like a fool at the sight of her. You wondered how hard it had been for her to wait so long.

"Open your mouth, love." Soft and quiet, but slightly breathy, you could tell she was just about containing herself.

You did, immediately letting out a needy noise as you tasted her, your hands gripping the soft skin of her thighs. She dragged her cunt across your tongue and you revelled in her,trying to bring her impossibly closer, trying to devour her.

She started out slow, and you could feel her quick pants as she fucked herself on your tongue, already on the edge. If you weren't spent you would have been touching yourself, but for now, this was more than enough, you could get lost in this, you never wanted to leave- this was the place to be.

You pushed your tongue in her entrance, and she let out a stuttered gasp, your name tumbling out of her lips as she doubled over, her pace picking up and losing its consistency. You did it even more, hands squeezing her thighs, surely leaving marks, which you didn't really mind, you'd kiss them later. You doubled your efforts, wanting to make her feel good, to be good for her, to make her come because of you. You relished in her taste, trying to get as much of her as possible- not that it would ever be enough.

Suddenly your mouth was filled with warmth as she came, your name coming out through clenched teeth as she lost composure, her nails digging into your shoulders as she thrust her cunt towards your face. You couldn;t breathe but you didn't care, burying your tongue as deep as possible, tasting her as much as you could as she twitched and shuddered around you, hardly being able to keep herself upright.

She slowed down, coming to a stop, but you kept going, reducing to slow, soft strokes as her whole body trembled at the intensity of her orgasm. Watching the Doctor coming undone was an image, a sound you'd treasure forever,and one you planned to repeat again and again. You'd make her feel good as many times as she wanted.

When she moved away, a string of her release connecting to your hungry lips, you almost begged for her to come back, to let you taste her again.

She laid beside you, practically flopping on the duvet next to you. When you turned your head she immediately kissed you, slow and tender. You were tired but happy, so happy, the pleasure coursing slowly through your body, warming you up.

"You were great." The Doctor was tracking the hickeys she left on your front, the softness of the action bordering on ticklish as she pushed into them slightly, admiring her handiwork. It was slightly painful, but not in an unwelcome way.

"I said I didn't want to be rough on our first time but-"

You shook your head. " No, I enjoyed it." She still seemed doubtful so you reached an arm around her, bringing her closer. " Really. You weren't that rough."

"You did good." She let out a soft laugh when she saw the way the praise made you shudder slightly, one you only heard because you were so close.

"I don't know how you know how to say all the right things to make me feel like that."

"Hmm, like what?" Her legs had slotted in between yours, and you felt at peace.

"You know what I mean. You start talking and I feel so weak in the knees."

"Ah well several odd centuries of moving around, you're bound to catch on some smooth talking skills."

"Or maybe you somehow invented the concept of smoothing walking by accident in 900 BCE one day or something."

"I doubt that, but that's very flattering. Shall we go under the covers? Or I guess we should shower…"

She looked you over, taking in your tired form.

"No harm in resting for a bit, come on, I'll tuck us in."

"I thought you didn't really sleep." The duvet was soft and plush, and welcome against your skin as you snuggled up to her as soon as it was pulled over you.

"I can if I want to, just not as often as you. And it's not so bad alone." The last bit was quick, tacked on with fake levity. You didn't know what to say, so you grasped her hand and squeezed it, which she returned.

She pressed some sort of button near the headboard, and the lights in the room dimmed a little, to a cosy subtle glow that lulled you to drowsiness. She pulled you even closer, slotting your head in her neck, wrapped around you perfectly. You could feel her chest move, and her two hearts beating against your own. The thought of them being so close brought you a sense of serenity that you'd never had before, one you could never get enough of, never be tired of indulging. You wished it could last forever. You'd never get tired of savouring this moment.

"Doctor?"

You thought she might be asleep but you continued anyway.

"Where are we now? Sorry if this is the wrong time to ask."

The pause was long enough you thought she really did nod off, but her voice came out clear, feeling it rumble slightly in her throat.

"...Where would you say we are?"

"Um. I don't know. I know you don't really do that…whole relationship thing. But earlier you said you'd be waiting for a long time to kiss me."

"I did say that. I don't really know either. I don't want you to get hurt. I wasn't going to do anything about it, but with the adrenaline and stuff from tonight I couldn't hold back. Maybe I shouldn't have-"

"No! I'm glad this happened. Like really glad. I've wanted it too. I really like you, Doctor. You don't have to say anything about that. We can just take it day by day, I'm just in as much danger as I was yesterday, or any other day. I wouldn't have left your side then either. Please don't. Please don't say this is some sort of regret."

She sighed, but pressed a kiss on top of your head, holding it there for a moment.

"You're right. I'm sure we can work out what this all means, but for now let's just enjoy this."

Silence settled again, comforting you both as you mulled over her words.

"Wait, can we shower together?"

You could hear the amusement in her voice at the question.

"I assumed we were."

"Good. I mean-"

"Getting flustered, are we? After everything we've just done?"

"Oh shush." But you held her just a bit tighter, settling into her arms.