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Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sadly. If I did I would have gone on the show myself and made the 10th Doctor kiss me. Lots.

Warning: M rated just in case, may contain mature themes later on, if you don't like, don't read.

Last time...

But just as I opened my mouth to speak, the Doctor did the most astonishing thing.

He bent down and kissed me.

For a few seconds I froze in shock. Then he gently placed his hands on my shoulders and made me step back so I was pressed up against the panelled wall, his lips never leaving mine. It was a soft, sensitive type of kiss, and I felt the question behind it. It felt as natural as anything to give the Doctor the answer he so wanted; I closed my eyes and returned the kiss, smiling into his mouth against mine.

Man, he was good! His lips were sensuous and gentle, with every action carefully thought out as he tried to gauge my reaction.

I had no idea where this was all suddenly coming from, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. From the day I first stumbled across the Doctor, that day when he and Rose saved my life and whisked me off on to the adventure of a lifetime through time and space, I had wondered what it was like to kiss those lips. Those lips that were always ready with a smile, always smoothly forming intelligent-sounding words as we wriggled ourselves out of danger, those lips that were currently coaxing my mouth open...

But that had, I assumed, always been Rose's domain. She had always given the impression that her and the Doctor had "a thing" going, and she was always very protective of him. If another woman, human or otherwise, so much as sniffed in his direction, Rose was on to them like a shot, telling them where they could go. So l naturally, I had been very careful in the way I acted around the Doctor, for fear of having my ass kicked out of the TARDIS without so much as a toothbrush and a farewell.

But Rose could never stop me from dreaming...

The first dream was after we had managed to free ourselves from he tribe of the Avalucciz in the mountain citadel of the tiny planet of Ozicco in the Meridian Peninsula right at the edge of Andromeda. Rose had been separated from the Doctor and me; the Avalucciz were under the impression that she was sacred because of her blonde hair. They escorted her off to the shrine and left me and the Doctor tied to a stake outside on the mountain. With some quick thinking and some help from the sonic screwdriver, we managed to save ourselves from being ceremonially cremated. It was the first time I had been alone with the Doctor since we first met, and the first time I had hugged him without Rose taking us in for a 'group hug'. It lasted longer than was really necessary, but I felt no inclination to let go, especially when he whispered in my ear "Oh, you, you were fantastic! Oh, well done, you!" I knew he was just being the extra-friendly person that he is, but I couldn't help the feeling I got in my belly. It felt like it was doing tiny somersaults.

And as he held my hand all the way as we searched for Rose, I realised that despite everything, I had fallen in love with the Doctor.

For purely selfish reasons I taught myself to suppress it; I knew that if Rose caught wind of my feelings, I would be bounced out before I could say "slitheen farts", and I would never see the Doctor again. She would ensure I got "lost" or "killed" on some alien planet far away, and make sure the Doctor never found me. Even if he didn't return my feelings, she couldn't take that risk. So I attempted to distance myself emotionally from him. In short, I became a very good actor.

But it did not come easy, and it was very frustrating. Every time he looked at me, I imagined what it might be like to kiss those gentle-looking lips, and to lose my fingers in his thick, messy brown hair, and to have his hands roaming all over my body...

Needless to say, I discovered that very often I found myself in my bedroom in the TARDIS trying to work off the sexual tension building up inside me. The TARDIS did its very best to accommodate my every need, by supplying my closet with all the equipment necessary for me to relieve my tension. However, even the space-and-time machine could not give me the one thing I wanted the most-the Doctor inside me. All I could do was imagine how it would feel if he held me, his lips roaming all over my burning skin, moaning lightly as I gently stroked his body...

But no amount of imagining could have prepared me for the intense sensations I was feeling now. The Doctor's hands had moved from my shoulders and one was tangled in my hair, the other caressing my waist through my shirt. I craved to have his hand on my bare skin, but I settled for reaching up on tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck and grabbing his hair, pulling his head closer to mine.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, still holding me close to him. "Lucie," he whispered hoarsely, "dammit, Lucie, I promised myself that I wouldn't...but I...I...I need..."

I couldn't believe that the Doctor, my Doctor, who had so often talked his way out of danger, was lost for words. I tilted my head back and smiled up at him.

"What was all that about? Was that why you were showing me this place?" I asked breathlessly, my heart thumping in my chest.

"I don't...I'm not...sure...I wanted to...to-privately...talk, in private.." he said, sounding confused. I figured I could take advantage of that.

"Do you...d'you regret it?"

He shook his head vigorously and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh gods, no."

I smiled. "I'd hoped not..." I said, and reached up to kiss him again. I felt him grin into my lips as he lightly touched his tongue against mine, again asking for permission. I slowly parted my lips and relished the feel of his tongue gently gliding over mine. It felt better than any of my dreams; there was no way I could replicate such a sensation on my own.

I was just getting my head around the fact that I was kissing the Doctor for real and not in another of my frustrating fantasies when all too soon, he pulled away. I couldn't help it; I pouted. "D'you regret it after all?" I asked meekly.

He chuckled softly. "Not at all. But let's not do this here..."

"But I thought you said no-one knew about this place...why not here?"

The Doctor grinned. "Because there's someplace better..."

And with that he entwined his fingers in mine and opened one of the doors.

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