"You are going to love this place!" The Doctor's voice sounded around the console, and Belle leant over the edge, smiling.
"So where are we going, then?" She asked, barely containing her excitement, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and the desire to explore a new world. Her fingers danced lightly over the controls, and the Doctor smiled his lopsided grin back, a flash of dazzling white teeth as his eyes gazed into hers.
"Surprise!" He shouted back, as the TARDIS roared it's way through the vortex, spinning fast, bouncing along to the sound of the universe.
"Am I going to be alive when we get there?"
The Doctor laughed at the question, he could hear the light-hearted tone she's was using and he knew she was joking with him.
"With me here? Always!"
Belle smiled at him sweetly. "And you promise nothing bad is going to happen to us this time?"
"Belle, I said we'd take a break, and I mean it. And, I can absolutely guarantee for one, that nothing bad is going to happen."
She let out a sigh of relief, resting on the worn fabric of the Captain's chair, watching in both amusement and adoration and the Doctor danced around the console, flicking switches here, pulling the lever there, letting out 'oohhs' and 'aahhs' as he would remember something he had forgotten in his massively-complex and superior Time Lord brain.
As if sensing her gaze, he peered up around the edge of the console, his messy brown hair dangling over his eyes and the TARDIS rocked gently against the time winds.
"Are you okay?"
The Doctor asked, a look of puzzlement apparent on his face, as he caught her eyes. She turned her head quickly, chocolate strands of hair sweeping down over her shoulder, hiding the faint blush that pronounced itself across her cheeks, and Belle couldn't help but feel thankful that the Doctor couldn't see her embarrassment.
"Belle, are you okay?" He asked again, his manic energy fading as quickly as the Doctor would throw off his coat with a flourish as he'd run into the TARDIS, ready for another adventure…
She shook her head slightly to herself, and she didn't realise that he had seen the movement until she heard approaching footsteps on the metal grating.
"No?"
"Yes! I mean, no, I mean… Wait, what was the question again?" She smiled nervously, not daring to meet his eyes.
Concern swept over his handsome features, his brows furrowed in thought. "I asked if you were okay," he said slowly, and Belle laughed uneasily.
"Course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?"
The Doctor stepped close to her, tilting her head towards him, his eyes looking deep into hers.
"I don't know, you just seemed kind of… Distant. Promise me you'll tell me if anything is wrong, yeah?" He said softly, and she nodded slightly.
"I'm fine, probably just a bit tired or something I ate, that's all." She made to move from the chair, but he seized her wrist gently with elegantly long and slender fingers. She turned to look at him, and his eyes were gazing deep into hers, as if he could reach into her soul.
"You're so… Beautiful," He whispered, and he released his grip on her, instead moving his hand slowly to cup her face. She leaned into his caress, her eyes closed softly as she savoured the moment just as he did, neither of them wanting to break the contact.
"Doctor…" She murmured softly, and he could hear the want and need in her voice, and he knew well himself that this was he had wanted, longed for, but never had he dared for fear of her rejection… Belle let out a soft moan as his other hand moved from her waist to her chest, and she slid down gently onto the TARDIS floor to make the Doctor more comfortable. He smiled softly at her, and as his hands slowly explored her body, removing fabric that almost protested at his pull and wandering across her fair unblemished skin, sending shivers throughout her body, he rested his head gently against her neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling her scent and trailing searing hot kisses up her neck, murmuring words and sweet nothings as he felt her hands on his chest, stroking him softly as she guided him out of his shirt, trying to satisfy themselves.
Unable to keep his feelings at bay for any longer, he pressed his lips tight against hers, gently but passionately, as if she was the very air he needed to breathe to stay alive. His hands moved more frantically over her body as he felt his need for her grow stronger, his arousal evident against his tight trousers. His own fingers tugged at her jeans, slipping them down as she kicked off her shoes, her moans encouraging him. She swiped her tongue against his lips as if seeking permission, and he let out a soft moan of approval, sucking her tongue into his mouth, entwining his with hers. She brought her tongue across the roof of his mouth, eliciting a deep groan from the Time Lord. He pulled her closer, pushing his hips against hers and moving them slowly, his own need and desire matching hers, murmuring his intentions softly in her ear, her hands pushing down his trousers and brushing lightly against his length, and she let out a moan of frustration, him moaning in pleasure, tugging him closer, their fingers lacing and braiding through the other's hair…
The TARDIS let out a sudden wheeze, the column dropping once finally and shaking slightly, informing her passengers that they had arrived at their destination. Her 'passengers' jumped apart immediately, the pair of them looking at each other critically, not knowing quite what the hell had just happened or what to say without confronting what had just occurred.
"Erm… I'm just gonna shower, then I'll see you back in here, 'kay?" The Doctor broke the awkward silence that had filled the air so suddenly, and Belle nodded simply.
"Yeah…Sure." She coughed slightly, before quickly grabbing her discarded clothes with haste and rushing from the room. The Doctor stared after her, his breath returning to him, and he shook his head softly, pulling himself mentally together.
"Sheesh, you'd think you'd never been touched before." He scolded himself, before following his companion's example, pulling up his trousers and picking up his shirt and jacket, then heading for his bathroom.
