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Tory sat on the bed in her and the Doctor's room, staring blankly at the wall opposite her. She was supposed to be getting dressed into something more appropriate for tonight; they were going to go to the Fort for the Broadcast.

Churchill and Carstairs were already setting things up in case the King did something foolish. Peri was downstairs telling Dekker and the Op the plan while the Doctor was, well, he was meant to be helping Peri but Tory hadn't heard his voice in a while.

Tory sighed and flexed her fingers, Meridian Particles burst into light over her hands.

"Now you work," she muttered, "you couldn't have done that before I got attached to this version of the Doctor?" she sighed again and with another twitch of her fingers the Meridian Particles vanished, the room seemed darker with them gone. "I can't just stay," she continued to mutter to herself, "but I don't want to leave either." She felt the bed dip beside her and, without looking, buried her face in the neck of the man who had sat down next to her.

"I love you." The Doctor whispered into her hair.

"I love you." She muttered into his neck, "Always."

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her as close to him as he could.

She straddled him, still kissing his neck. Her hands went to his shoulders and pushed at him gently. He let her push him back so he was lying on the bed with her hovering over him. His hands went to her hips as he clutched at her possessively.

Her hands were in his hair now as she continued to lather attention onto his neck, slowly moving as she kissed around to the side and up to his ear. She nibbled at his earlobe for a moment before moving her kisses along again. Along his forehead, over his eyelids, the tip of his nose, across his cheeks, his chin, and finally, oh so finally, to his lips.

"Tory." He moaned as she pulled away from him for air. She looked down at him with lust filled eyes and he just couldn't hold back any more. His grip on her hips tightened, enough to leave bruises, he surged upwards and met her lips with his own in a desperate kiss.

Tory responded to him just as desperately as he did to her; they both knew, somehow, that she would be leaving soon, whatever had brought them together was going to pull them apart and there was nothing they could do about it.

Tory made a pleased moaning sound and rolled her hips into his, rubbing tantalisingly against the growing bulge. The Doctor matched her moan and thrust his hips up into hers, trying to find more delicious friction. She broke the kiss and tossed her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure. The Doctor took the opportunity to mark her neck, sucking and biting at her soft, warm, skin.

"Too many clothes." Tory groaned as her hands travelled over the Doctor's chest, trying to find some open skin to shower her attention on.

"I agree." He growled at her, reaching around her back to try and find the zipper to the dress she was wearing. Her hands moved to the buttons of his waist coat, popping them open one by one as she made her way down his chest. One of her hands flared silver and the door to the room, which the Doctor had left open at his entry, closed with a click of a locking lock.

The Doctor finally found the zip and pulled it down slowly, letting his unoccupied hand explore the revealed flesh and pop open her bra clasp.

Tory pushed the waist coat from his shoulders, letting it fall onto the bed, before picking it up and throwing it behind her carelessly. She pulled his shirt out from his trousers and repeated the unbuttoning process, tossing that over her shoulder when she was done as well. Her hands roamed over his naked chest eagerly, her fingernails scraping delightfully through the trail of light blonde hair that led, oh so appealingly, below his belt and into his trousers.

The Doctor growled deep in his chest and Tory let out a slightly breathless moan as he shoved down the top-half of her dress and pulled off her bra in one motion, leaving her bare breasts defenceless against the slightly cold air. He stared, almost hypnotised, as her nipples hardened in the cool air. Before Tory could question why he'd stopped his lips closed around one taunt nipple. Tory threw her head back and let out one of the most wanton moans she'd ever made.

Tory's hands ran over his back and shoulders as the Doctor suckled and nipped, moving his attention from one breast to the other as he felt they needed the attention.

Tory couldn't take it anymore. One of her hands buried itself in his hair and pulled him off her breasts and into a passionate kiss, their tongues danced together, tempting each other to new heights. Her other hand dropped to the bulge in the front of his trousers, rubbing it through the fabric, before moving back up to his belt. She had to take her hand from his hair to help her undo it.

The Doctor pulled her hair out of its controlled bun and buried the fingers of one hand in it while the other ran down her front and over her breasts, because of their position he couldn't get her dress any further down than her hips and it was starting to drive him mad; he wanted to be inside her so much!

Tory finally got his belt and zipper undone and shoved her hand inside, she rubbed him through the fabric of his boxers, he thrust up into her hold, his throbbing cock so very desperate to touch his Bondmate, to be inside his Bondmate.

The Doctor growled in frustration, standing and flipping them both around before tossing Tory back down and onto the bed. She looked up at him for a moment, staring at him, his bared chest, trousers hanging open, an obvious tent to his boxers. While she was looking at him he was looking at her, her messy and ruffled hair, her bruised and marked neck, her round and plump breasts with her nipples straining for his attention and that infernal dress bunched up around her hips. He licked his lips and watched her as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth; so many better things you could be doing with that mouth.

In one swift move he pulled the dress off the rest of the way, managing to take her underwear with it, and tossed it away. He looked down at her hungrily.

"Mine." He growled.

"God yes." She agreed. "Yours."

He toed off his shoes and shoved his trousers and boxers the rest of the way off.

Tory moaned at the sight of his throbbing member, standing straight and erect, just waiting for her attention. She started to sit up so she could take him in her mouth but he shoved her back down and crawled on top of her.

"Want you," he panted, "now."

She wrapped her legs around his hips and groaned as she felt him rub against her slit.

That was all the invitation he needed.

He surged forwards and inside of her. Both of them stilled, letting Tory adjust to his size. She twisted her hips and thrust against him, letting him know she was ready. He started to move.

Tory threw her head back, her hands clenching and unclenching in the bed sheets, her legs tightening around him to pull him deeper.

"God yes!" she pressed her face into his neck to keep her voice muffled.

"Tory." He said her name like a prayer as his thrusts got more powerful.

"Doctor!" she bit his shoulder to stop her from screaming out his name as she felt her inner walls clench around him as her orgasm ran through her.

The Doctor shuddered and moaned above her as the tightening around his cock pulled him into his own orgasm. He pulled out and dropped down beside her, panting.

Tory rolled to face him and pressed her lips to his chest.

"I love you." She whispered into his skin. He wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her as close to him as he could.

"My hearts are yours." He answered, rolling over and on top of her once more. He hovered over her, pressing light kisses to her face and neck as his cock started to harden once more.

"Round two?" Tory asked with a slight giggle.

The Doctor grinned.

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Me:…I think I need a cold shower….