A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M! If you are not fond of smut, please skip (and don't complain, because I've just given you fair warning). Seriously, this chapter is nothing but fluff and sexy times. Enjoy!
Alex's outfit for this chapter can be found on my Tumblr, under the name 'darksideofparis'.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
The Doctor's grin was positively sinful as he reached out and turned the knob. . .
Slowly, the door creaked open.
Unlike some, who might have lingered on the threshold for a moment as the reality of what they were about to do settled over them, the Doctor and Alex surged forwards, nearly tripping in their haste. Part of this was because the Doctor's arms were locked around Alex, his hands running up and down her sides teasingly, making her shiver in anticipation.
They did, however, pause just a few steps in. But not because of sudden nerves.
"Whoa," Alex gasped, her eyes widening.
The Doctor let out a low whistle. "Whoa is right," he murmured, reluctantly drawing a hand away from Alex to ease the bedroom door shut. He glanced up at the ceiling. "Bit much, don't you think, dear?"
"Don't listen to him, Gorgeous!" Alex called as the walls and ceiling vibrated in reply. "I think it's wonderful." She grinned, a fresh load of adrenaline coursing through her. "Very romantic."
Indeed, the TARDIS had pulled out all the stops in transforming the Doctor's bedroom into a scene straight out of a romance novel. The cluttered bookshelves and desk were gone, replaced by a massive gray stone fireplace, a hearty fire already roaring within. Sitting before the fireplace was a huge, fluffy white rug, two leather club chairs, and a small coffee table. On the coffee table itself was a silver ice bucket, a bottle of champagne cooling inside, and two long-stem glasses. Another romantic touch were the rose petals strewn across the bed, the brilliant red of the flowers contrasting wonderfully against Alex's snow-white bedspread.
And then there were the candles. So many candles. They were lined up along the fireplace mantle, grouped in clusters on the cleared nightstands and dresser. There were even some in the bathroom. Through the partially ajar door, Alex spotted several perched on the Jacuzzi tub and counter, giving the otherwise dark room an inviting glow. The scent of vanilla filled the air, though despite the plethora of candles, it wasn't overwhelming. On the contrary, it was just right.
Alex stepped further into the room, her copper-colored eyes darting all around, trying to take in everything all at once. "Damn," she murmured as she bent down to check the label on the champagne bottle. It was a very expensive brand, the kind she never thought she'd be able to drink before gaining her inheritance. "She really went all out."
Turning, she arched an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Is all this because she's getting a full show tonight and wants to make sure it's a good one?" She was joking, but there was a hint of seriousness in her voice. Much as Alex loved the TARDIS, tonight was an occasion where she would much rather the old girl take her sentience elsewhere. The idea of the TARDIS watching them, potentially even judging them. . .
Before Alex could get caught up in those thoughts, the Doctor quickly reassured her. "No, no," he said with a slight laugh. "Trust me, Ally, she's not going to be peering over our shoulders during anything." Once more, he looked up at the ceiling. "Actually," he said slowly, his features turning just a bit stern, "I'd say all this is something of an apology."
Alex frowned. "An apology? For what?"
The Doctor swung himself into one of the club chairs, his long legs nearly knocking the ice bucket off the coffee table in the process. "Remember when we were in the control room talking to the voice interface?"
Alex couldn't keep from scowling as she recalled the horrible agony of the not-quite-poison running through her system. "Hard to forget that, Doc," she said dryly. "Especially as it was only a few hours ago."
He gave her an apologetic grimace. "Right, sorry. Anyway, I didn't notice it then – was a bit busy trying not to die and all – but it only occurred to me while I was piloting us to the hospital that the interface never actually addressed you."
Alex's brow furrowed as she mentally replayed the whole scene. She knew she'd missed some parts of the conversation with the voice interface (dealing with her own brand of pain and all), but she was sure she hadn't missed much. Nothing important, at any rate. Though now that she thought about it . . . the interface had addressed the Doctor more than her, even shifting to face him directly. And its words. . .
Alex's eyes widened in shocked realization. The interface never actually said she had been contaminated with Judas Tree poison. It had consistently said, 'your system', and each time it said that, it was looking right at the Doctor. In those panicked moments, their thoughts trying and failing not to contemplate a rapidly approaching death, she and the Doctor just assumed the interface was referring to them both. But it hadn't been.
"Oh my God," she gasped, sinking into the other chair.
The Doctor nodded grimly. "Yes, I'm afraid so." Sighing, he added, "Part of the fault lies with me. I never actually asked what was wrong with you. If I had, maybe I could have gotten you something to counteract the drug, so you wouldn't have continued to suffer." And so River wouldn't have gotten a chance to gloat, he thought sourly. Her crazed, triumphant words still rang in his ears.
"Don't do that, Doc," Alex murmured. She leaned forward and grasped his clenched hand. He hadn't even realized he'd curled it into a fist. She smiled softly as her thumb traced soothing circles across his knuckles. "Don't blame yourself. I certainly don't."
He let out a humorless chuckle, but the tenseness in his hand softened a bit. "Well, that's because you're you, Ally."
A rush of pride swept through her at his words, though Alex refused to be completely sidetracked. "Thank you, Doc. But really, I could have said something, too. I also took it for granted that the interface was addressing both of us." She tilted her head to one side, her smile fading as she considered something. "But why didn't the interface come right out and say I wasn't dying when you asked what was wrong? It's a part of the TARDIS, right? So, shouldn't she have told us what was really going on right away?"
"Ah, well, not exactly." Still keeping hold of her hand, the Doctor straightened slightly. "The voice interface isn't actually the TARDIS speaking. It's more of a. . ." He scrunched his nose as he tried to think of an appropriate term. ". . .subroutine, I'd say? Or maybe more of an A.I. Basically, just think of it like the Siri feature on an iPhone."
Alex nodded comprehendingly, grateful that she knew what Siri was. The latest iPhone wouldn't be released for another two months in her time, but time travel allowed for Amy and Rory to get early upgrades. "I get it. It's not really the phone talking to you, just a different operating system responding to your voice and what it's saying, then analyzing it to come up with an answer."
"Precisely!" the Doctor beamed. "Both systems are very literal. They're not going to supply information you haven't asked."
"But you said this. . ." Alex waved her hand around the room, ". . .was the TARDIS's way of apologizing."
The Doctor shot a baleful look towards the ceiling. "Well, she could have done something!" Unless Alex was imagining it, a slight tremor ran through the walls, as though the TARDIS was physically recoiling. Her hearts went out to the time machine, but the Doctor's did no such thing. "Alerted me to scan you, steered us towards the med bay, anything other than let you suffer and then let River have her little victory."
Alex's lips pursed at the memory. Hearing River sound so confident and self-righteous, so convinced that she was in the right for pulling such a horrible trick. . . Even now, hours later, it made her blood boil.
But she quickly shook her head. No. She wasn't going to let the events of a few hours ago ruin tonight, not when everything had turned out alright. The Doctor, her Doctor, was sitting right in front of her, alive and well. Though currently lost in his anger, he continued to keep a firm grip on her hand. Their fingers were perfectly interlocked, almost as though nature had purposefully designed their bodies to fit together, knowing long before they did that they would find each other. That no matter what obstacles were thrown in their way, this night would happen and nothing, not even a curly-haired psychopath, could change it.
With those thoughts in mind, Alex squeezed his hand, pulling his attention back to her. The indignance in his features quickly faded at the sight of her cheerful smile. "Well then! If the TARDIS wants to apologize, I'm all for it. So. . ." She nodded to the champagne. "Would you mind pouring us a glass?"
For a moment, the Doctor couldn't say anything. Alex's abrupt change in mood had completely thrown him. Finally, though, he let out a boisterous laugh. "Alright, as you wish, Ally," he grinned. If Alex was willing to accept the TARDIS's apology without another word, then he would, too.
It took a few tries, but the Doctor finally got the bottle open (the cork was accidentally launched into the fireplace, but it made Alex laugh, so he didn't really mind it too much). Soon, they each had a glass of bubbly, sparkly champagne. The Doctor sprawled back in his chair and watched Alex take an experimental sip.
"Mmm. . ." Alex's eyes sparkled in delight, and she couldn't keep from letting out a giggle as the bubbles tickled her nose. "This is really good!" With that praise, she took another, longer sip.
The Doctor took a sip of his own. He coughed when the bubbles hit his nose, though the drink itself wasn't bad. Actually, it was rather good. In the time it took him to down half his glass, Alex had already drunk hers and was in the process of pouring herself another. "Good thing alcohol doesn't affect Time Lords the same way it does humans," he smiled. "Otherwise, I'd be worrying about your ability to consent right now."
Alex laughed. "No need to worry about my ability to consent, Doc. I'm not even slightly tipsy." She paused for a moment. Judging by her contemplative expression, the Doctor guessed that she was thinking something over. Before he could ask what it was, Alex's musing expression disappeared, replaced by another look the Doctor was intimately familiar with: impishness.
Her now light green eyes shining mischievously, Alex abruptly stood up. Then, in a very surprising but entirely welcome move, Alex took the two steps over to his chair and plopped herself in his lap.
She grinned at his widened eyes. "Still doubting my ability to consent, Doc?" As if to reiterate her question, she swung her legs over, resting them along an arm of the chair.
He chuckled, and Alex shivered at the new, low timbre in his voice. "Not at all, Ally," he murmured.
So saying, he eased one arm around her waist, tugging her against his chest. Once she was settled, the hand wrapped around her waist slowly crept upwards until it had slipped underneath her tank top. He couldn't keep from smirking as Alex let out a low hum and arched into his touch. His fingertips dug into her, rubbing patterns against her cool, soft skin. His other hand sat chastely on Alex's right knee, absently tracing circles against the skin exposed by one of the denim's pre-made rips.
Alex wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose (oh, screw that, he definitely was), but his gentle touches were slowly serving to drive her wild. She could feel her body temperature rising slightly as he continued to rub impressions into her skin. She wasn't certain, but she suspected they were Circular Gallifreyan. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to go with her theory. "What's that say?" she asked.
The Doctor blinked, surprised not only by her sudden question, but by how quickly Alex had guessed what he was tracing on her skin. Though, regarding the latter point, he supposed he shouldn't be so shocked. His Ally was brilliant, after all.
"Your Gallifreyan name, mainly," he murmured. The thumb on her right knee continued to write out Circular Gallifreyan. Little loops and curls and circles inside circles. . . A complicated language, to be sure, but for him, it was as easy as breathing.
Even in her aroused state, Alex paid close attention to the intricate circular pattern. She'd always been interested in other languages, how people who lived on the same planet as her, who oftentimes lived similar lives to hers spoke so differently, their words, gestures, and accents reflecting a whole other culture, a world entirely different from Alex's own. Circular Gallifreyan was no exception. It was so sophisticated, equal parts delicate and complex. Alex was sure no other language she'd heard of, whether from Earth or another planet, could even begin to compare to the nuances of Gallifreyan.
This thought sent a rush of excitement racing through her. She couldn't wait to start learning. Going off what little the Doctor had told her, as well as her own inferences, she felt confident in saying that Gallifreyan, both Circular and Old High, would be a challenge to learn.
Fortunately, when it came to learning, there was nothing Alex loved more than a challenge.
Though tonight was supposed to be about them and their private reunion, Alex's brain couldn't help but ponder her upcoming Gallifreyan lessons, as well as come up with a few questions. "Were there different dialects of Gallifreyan?" she asked as the Doctor's thumb continued traveling over her skin. When he didn't say anything, much less looked up, she added, "You know, like different dialects of English? People speaking slightly differently from one region to another? Same language, but different patterns of grammar, vocabulary, pronunciation—"
Her voice, which had been growing more and more animated with each word, was abruptly cut off by the Doctor saying, "If it's all the same with you, Alissyandreya, I don't really want to talk about the finer points of Circular Gallifreyan."
Alex swallowed heavily as the Doctor raised his head. His eyes were pitch black, pupils blown so wide, his emerald irises almost couldn't be seen. Her pulses quickened. The Doctor must have noticed, for his lips stretched into a truly sinful grin. When he spoke again, his words were uttered in the low, whiskey-smooth tone he knew she loved.
"I would much rather talk about us."
Alex shuddered as he reached a fingertip out and began gently tracing a line down her neck. "That, that. . ." She took a deep breath, trying and failing to fight the trembles such a simple action produced. "That's . . . just fine with me. Anything specific?"
"Well, now that you mention it. . ." If it was possible, the Doctor's gaze darkened even more. ". . .I would rather like to discuss that. . ." He paused, but only to lean closer and whisper in her ear, ". . .scintillating phone call we had a few weeks ago."
Heat rushed through Alex's veins, not only from the light press of the Doctor's lips at her ear, but at the memory of that steamy encounter. She'd never done anything like it before, but that didn't matter. In that glorious moment in time, it was all about her and the Doctor, desperate to release a little bit of the tension and longing they felt for each other. Though now that she was reminded of it. . .
Alex's cheeks started burning. She'd said some things she had never revealed to a lover before, desires she kept tightly tucked away except for nights spent all alone in her dark, quiet bedroom. They were things she thought she'd die before ever revealing, things she hadn't even written about in her diary. . .
She was pulled out of these thoughts by the Doctor chuckling. "No need to be embarrassed, love," he murmured. His hands gripped her hips, maneuvering her until she was essentially straddling him. "Not with me."
"I'm not," Alex said quickly.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Alex sighed. "Okay, maybe a little." Her cheeks continued crimsoning. Good lord, why was she sometimes so free-spirited, and other times a total prude?
"Let me repeat, Ally," the Doctor said, his tone gentle but firm, "you shouldn't feel embarrassed with me." He grinned then, a grin that ought to have been illegal, it was so equal parts charming and filthy. "Actually, quite a bit of what you said I found to be rather . . . exciting." This last word was once again whispered enticingly in her ear, his breath hot and ragged against her sensitive skin. Alex couldn't quite hold back a whimper at the sensation. She shifted into him, wishing that the seam of her jeans caused a bit more friction.
As though he could read her mind, the Doctor grinned and his hands lowered until they were cupping her ass, pressing her further against him. As he eased her further down into his lap, he continued to whisper in her ear, each sentence more thrilling than the last. "Like when you told me you'd always wanted to be tied up? You said you wanted me to tie each limb to a corner of the bed, completely spread out for me and at my mercy."
His cock throbbed not just at the mental image, but at the memory of his lovely Ally uttering those words, words he'd never expected to hear from her. Her tone then was confiding, passionate, with just a touch of embarrassment, as though she feared scaring him off by revealing too much. But all he'd been able to think about since then was how much he wanted to enact that very fantasy the moment they reunited. He wanted to watch Alex strain against her bonds, squirm as he teased her relentlessly. He wanted to build her up to release but pull back before she fell over the edge. She'd curse him, but the wait would be worth it when he finally let her fall.
He murmured all this to her, delighting in Alex's responding whimpers. By this point, he'd completely settled her into his lap, their bodies falling perfectly into place. The seam of her jeans dug against the bulge in his trousers, creating a delicious friction.
Alex's eyes fluttered at the exquisite feeling between her legs. The Doctor was pressing against her just right. Not enough to get her off, but enough to tease her, offer her a glimpse of what was to come. His filthy words made her even more excited, not to mention a lot less embarrassed by her desires. And, therefore, a lot less inhibited.
"How about your fantasies?" She smirked when his gaze snapped to her, his fingers digging into her rear. Alex hissed at the pressure but didn't let it stop her from continuing with her teasing, tempting train of thought. "You said you wanted me to suck you off while you flew the TARDIS." Her mouth watered at the mental image. She'd never enjoyed giving blowjobs before, but she had a feeling it would be different with the Doctor.
The Doctor chuckled, a low, heated sound that sent shivers down Alex's spine. "That I did." He tilted his head back, taking in her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "Does that excite you, Ally?"
In reply, Alex pressed her lips to his.
Just like when they kissed in the cornfield, the effect on them both was immediate. Adrenaline rushed through their systems, interacting pleasantly with their heightened arousal. At first, the kiss was sloppy, a mash of mouths and tongues, completely lacking any kind of coordination. All they cared about was tasting each other. Soon though, the sloppiness eased, though not the frantic pace.
One of the Doctor's hands shot up to grip Alex's head, guiding her carefully as he took control of the kiss. He smirked at her responding moan. He never would have pegged Alex to be so submissive, so eager to be dominated and ordered about, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He used his tongue to keep her mouth open, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip. He used their respiratory bypass systems to their advantage, keeping the kiss going for far longer than could be sustained with an ordinary human.
Alex felt her respiratory bypass system kick in as the Doctor maintained control of their kiss. Not that she minded. She actually really loved this aspect of his personality, his need to take control of her and guide her into what he wanted. In stark contrast to the other men she'd been with, Alex didn't worry about him trying to take advantage of her, using her for his own pleasure without considering hers. No, the Doctor wanted the power, but every move he made was calculated not just for his enjoyment, but for her own. She felt it in the way he gripped her head; firm, but not hard, his fingers running through her hair, playing with the silky strands. It was even apparent in how he settled her against his body. Their centers were now aligned, but he hadn't started bucking or grinding into her. Instead, his hips stayed still, patiently waiting for her to make the next move.
Which she did. She ground her hips against him, moving ever so slowly, almost torturously. One nice and easy back and forth motion. It vaguely reminded her of her days working as a stripper, giving lap dances to men with more money than decency. This move had always been a guaranteed pleaser.
As it proved to be now. Their kiss abruptly ended as the Doctor let out a breathy groan. His eyes squeezed shut, his head kicking back to rest against the buttery soft leather of his chair. The hand in Alex's hair went back to her hip. He didn't try to direct her movements though. Instead, it just rested there, his fingers rubbing encouraging circles into the thick denim.
Alex became bolder. Slow and steady was nice, but it was time for things to escalate. Her hips moved faster, grinding and pressing down frantically. She couldn't keep from letting out a guttural groan as the seam of her jeans, combined with the Doctor's hardness, pressed against her clit just right.
The Doctor gave her an answering groan. Dominance was all but forgotten. Now it was all about feeling, wanting, needing. He needed Alex like an addict needed another hit, like a smoker needed another cigarette right this very minute. It was an intense, intoxicating, bullying craving, and he hoped he never tired of it.
With that thought in mind, his hands left her hips and dove up her shirt. Rather than heading straight for her bra clasp like most blokes, he went for her breasts. The feeling of lace against silky smooth skin was positively sinful and he cupped them experimentally, enjoying how firm and soft they felt in his palms.
Alex whimpered and moaned at the feeling, her nipples hardening almost instantly. God, when was the last time someone cupped her breasts, ran the tips of their fingers across the sensitive buds in a firm, delicate way? Not in years, she was sure. But that was fine. The Doctor was the only one she wanted doing such things from now on.
As the Doctor continued fondling her breasts, Alex blindly reached down and began tugging at his jacket. She couldn't help but let out a little whining sound when he didn't immediately move to comply with her unspoken wish. Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses. With a breathy chuckle, he pressed a quick, reassuring kiss to her lips. "Alright, love, alright. . ." He slid his hands out from under Alex's tank and cardigan, then carefully eased out of his jacket.
The moment it was clear, Alex hastily dove back down for a kiss, all while her hands shoved his braces down. When she pulled back after a few moments, she smirked down at him, pleased at their progress. He wasn't nude, but the Doctor was deliciously disheveled, which was almost as good. His hair was all amuck, wild and untamed, just as hers surely was. His lips were bruised red, and there was a noticeable flush in his cheeks.
But his eyes were far from rumpled. They were dark and glittering, only growing more so the longer they rested on her. Those eyes promised a wild, fun ride ahead, and Alex couldn't wait to get on. But there was something she wanted – needed – to do first, something she was sure the Doctor would enjoy.
"Doctor, if you don't mind," she said, her voice soft and a little bit coy, "I think I'm gonna go change into something a little more . . . comfortable."
The Doctor's eyes widened. There was no missing the implication in her words. "Oh?"
"Yes," she whispered. Then, with a smile, she added, "And I think you'll like it. I picked it out special."
The Doctor's smile turned into another borderline illegal smirk. "Well, far be it from me, Ally, to refuse an offer like that."
"Excellent." Alex quickly bounced off his lap, giggling at the yelp he let out at her sudden move, and strode towards the bathroom. As she headed inside, she called over her shoulder, "Feel free to get a little more comfortable yourself, if you want." Before she shut the door behind her, she heard the Doctor scrambling to his feet, presumably about to get right on that.
In the candle-lit bathroom, Alex wasn't at all surprised to find her Victoria's Secret nightgown carefully hanging from the back of one of the closet doors. She smiled brightly as she patted the wall in thanks. In response, a very faint vibration ran beneath her fingertips. A sign that the TARDIS had truly taken her sentience elsewhere for the evening.
She made quick work in stripping down to her underwear. Thankfully, even during this morning's distracted state of mind, she'd had the good fortune to don her usual black lace. As she slipped the nightgown off its hanger, Alex wondered if she'd subconsciously selected her favored lingerie in the hope or belief that Amy's harebrained scheme would work. Whatever her reasoning, subconscious or otherwise, Alex was glad she had listened to it.
She slipped the nightgown on. The silk felt smooth and slightly slippery against her skin. Peering in the mirror, Alex saw that the material also left nothing to the imagination. The TARDIS blue silk clung to her frame, outlining each straight plain and slight curve. But it was also flattering. The black lace neckline accentuated the curve of her breasts and the short hem showed off her long, tan legs.
Alex debated whether or not to brush her teeth or remove or add makeup, but ultimately dismissed those thoughts. The Doctor certainly hadn't expressed any opinions regarding her looks or breath a few minutes ago. Nor had she expressed any thoughts regarding those aspects on him. It never even occurred to her to notice them. Which meant the same could likely be said of him.
Alex took a deep breath, inhaling the warm, comforting scent of vanilla. She was incredibly excited for what was about to happen, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a touch nervous as well.
In her defense, previous sexual encounters had never gone anything like this. Nothing like the romance novel fantasy the TARDIS had engineered. She'd lost her virginity in the back of Matthew Denton's pickup after a bonfire night at the Adkins family pond. Not exactly a scenario worthy of a chapter in a Harlequin romance. Thinking back, Alex was startled to realize that most of her previous sexual encounters had taken place in the back of pickups or in the backseat of someone's car. Only once had she been in a bed (William McElroy, whose Star Wars sheets had smelled questionable, at best).
But, as had long been established, things were different with the Doctor. And there was nothing wrong with that. It was exciting, a bit nerve-wracking, but the excitement far outweighed the nerves.
With that thought in mind, Alex nodded decisively at her reflection. "Time to go, Alexandria," she muttered. She straightened her shoulders, ran a quick hand through her already messy hair, and opened the door.
The bedroom looked just as she'd left it, with only one major difference. The Doctor had moved to recline on the bed, propped up by several pillows. He'd taken her suggestion to get a little more comfortable to heart. He now wore only a white button-down and dark trousers, his braces and boots lying sloppily on the floor, bowtie nowhere in sight. But Alex could hardly care about that, especially when his eyes shot to her the moment she appeared. Her breath hitched and a rush of wetness gathered in her center at his dark, electrifying gaze.
"Oh, Ally," he breathed, eyeing her appreciatively. His eyes swept up and down her form, taking in her every feature; her tousled hair; her lovely eyes, currently a dark, dark green; that marvelous nightgown that left absolutely nothing about Alex to the imagination, TARDIS blue silk clinging to her slight curves, black lace accentuating her breasts and long, toned, tan legs; and the impish, if slightly shy smile on her pale pink lips.
She'd known exactly what her reappearance was going to do to him, his clever, infuriating, sexy girl.
He crooked his finger in a come here gesture. As though she and him were attached by an invisible string, Alex immediately hastened to him. She crawled up on the bed, not bothering to try and be graceful or sexy about it. There was no need. The look in the Doctor's eyes and the upturned corners of his mouth were more than enough to convince her that he was very, very pleased by her.
Her eyes locked on his, Alex crawled towards him. The moment she reached him, the Doctor grabbed her hips and carefully maneuvered her into a sitting position on his lap. Alex noted that he was careful to keep their centers from meeting, but she wasn't concerned about that. After all, more than one Cosmo article had declared that foreplay made the main event that much more pleasurable.
"You were right, Ally," the Doctor murmured, his hands moving away from her hips to trace the outline of her body. The silk was smooth and sleek under his calloused fingertips, almost like Alex's actual skin. "I really like this." In fact, he had to resist the urge to rip it off her, she was so bloody tempting in it. But he doubted Alex would appreciate that, presumably having spent a bit of time and money on the garment.
"I thought you might," Alex purred. She hummed in delight as the Doctor's hands continued to explore her body. They were by her breasts now, carefully kneading them. She tilted her head back, brown-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Still, her gaze never left his. "So, you like me in blue then?"
"TARDIS blue," he corrected. "And yes." He moved a hand up to one of the nightgown's straps and eased it down, exposing a glimpse of her bra. "Also black lace," he murmured, eyeing the garment thoughtfully.
Alex let out a breathy little laugh. "I'll keep that in mind."
With one last look at the black lace, the Doctor surprised Alex by removing his hands from her. She watched, curious, as he leaned over towards the nightstand, where their champagne glasses now sat, once more filled to the brim. The empty champagne bottle lay discarded on the coffee table, alongside the slightly melting ice bucket.
"Last of the champagne," the Doctor said as he passed Alex her glass. He grabbed his own glass and held it slightly aloft.
"A toast?" Alex asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Yes. A bit cliché, perhaps—"
"Oh no, Doc, just the opposite." With a grin, Alex raised her glass. "What are we toasting to?"
He gave her a broad grin, the dark passion in his eyes abating slightly to reveal pure, unadulterated joy. "To life."
Alex beamed. "To life," she echoed, and clinked her glass against his.
They held each other's gaze as they took long sips of the still cold, bubbly champagne. Such long sips, in fact, that the glasses were neatly drained by the time they swallowed. Still careful to keep her eyes on his, Alex took the Doctor's glass and sat it and hers on the nightstand. The moment the glasses were out of the way, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
They kissed eagerly, almost frantically, tongues and lips gliding as, by unspoken agreement, they hastened to get a move on. They were eager to properly celebrate their toast to life, especially since just a few hours ago, it looked as though life was something they were rapidly running out of. Alex pulled back long enough to start popping buttons on his shirt. The first three were easy, but she struggled with the fourth. After almost a minute of fiddling with it, growing aggravated, she ripped the shirt open. The Doctor gasped as small buttons flew in various directions.
Alex blushed and smiled coyly. I'll have to go hunting for those later, she thought. She'd never done anything like that before. That move only came from watching too many love scenes on General Hospital.
The Doctor chuckled, the sound low and full of heat. It sent shivers down Alex's spine, and another rush of wetness gathered at her center. "That eager for me, huh?" he teased. He leaned up and whispered in her ear, "That was one of my favorite shirts, you know."
Alex merely moved her lips down to his newly exposed neck. She sucked and nibbled her way down to his collarbone, pausing to lick it wholeheartedly. The Doctor kicked his head back, nearly knocking it against the headboard, and his hands gripped her hips. Alex let out a little groan against his skin before murmuring, "I'm an heiress, remember? I'll buy you another one."
The Doctor didn't bother to retort. He was far too busy falling under Alex's spell. It was far from the first time she'd done this to him. She did it every time she walked into the room. Her eyes captivated him, her smile made him want to impress her further, and her intelligence kept him on his toes. He'd hand her the universe on a silver platter if she asked.
He came back to himself as Alex pulled away to try and unfasten the buttons on his cuffs. He hastened to assist her and once the task was done, he cast the shirt to the floor.
Alex's eyes darkened as she studied him. Just as she'd thought way back in Rio, the Doctor's shirts hid some very nice abs. Not quite a six-pack, but close enough. There was only the briefest smattering of hair on his chest, and Alex ran her hand down his happy trail. Her teeth crept out to bite her lip as her nails brushed against the Doctor's skin, making him shiver.
Smirking at her obvious enjoyment, the Doctor placed his hands back on her hips. "Like what you see, Ally?" he murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. Alex nodded as her hands continued exploring his chest. The Doctor couldn't keep from letting out a little hiss, his eyes closing blissfully for a moment as Alex's thumbs brushed against his nipples. "Well, you know what they say." He tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Turnabout's fair play."
Now it was Alex's turn to smirk. "So it is."
And without another word, she whipped off the nightgown.
The Doctor took the garment from her, holding it reverently for a moment (Alex would wear it again, he'd make sure of that) before ultimately tossing it to the floor. His eyes roamed over her newly exposed skin. "Rassilon," he murmured. Alex's skin was a healthy tan, a lovely contrast to her usually pale complexion, and he could now see her perfectly-sized breasts encased in that enticing black lace bra. Almost hesitantly, he reached out to touch her.
Alex gasped and hummed as the Doctor's fingertips trailed over her newly bared skin. But it wasn't enough. Shivering as he caressed her stomach, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to her lips, kissing him hungrily. The Doctor leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her, like he was never going to let her go. Not that Alex ever wanted him to. No, she would happily spend all of eternity in his embrace if possible.
Suddenly, Alex found herself being lifted. A moment later, she was on her back, silky rose petals and soft cotton cushioning her. She opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) and saw the Doctor leaning over her. Alex shivered again, even though he wasn't currently touching her. But then, so slowly as to be almost cruel, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her newly uncovered skin.
Alex's head fell back against the pillows. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched the Doctor kiss and suck his way down and across her chest, placing a chaste kiss on each covered breast. Then when he was done with that, he straightened up and started fiddling with the button of his trousers.
Alex hastened to help him. Sitting up slightly, she reached out and swiftly tugged the zipper down. The Doctor shot her a quick grateful look before proceeding to kick his trousers off. Alex couldn't keep from giggling when the Doctor nearly fell off the bed in the process, but they were quick to die the moment she got a good look at the bulge pressing against the front of his boxers.
Her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, fingers grasping the sheets in anticipation. She'd deny it to anyone who dared ask, but she had fantasized about this part of the Doctor's anatomy before. A lot. Even before she got confirmation that they were sexually compatible. How big is he? she would wonder as they made out and she felt something digging into her thigh. Lying in bed at night, whether by herself or with the Doctor nestled close beside her, Alex's thoughts would inevitably drift to that section of anatomy and all the wonderful things one could do with it.
Now was no different.
As the Doctor crawled back over her, Alex slid her right knee up towards his covered cock. She smirked wickedly when, upon making contact, he let out a kiss, his eyes briefly squeezing shut in pleasure. "That a sonic in there, Doc, or are you just happy to see me?"
He let out a raspy chuckle. "Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you, Ally." His deep, dark gaze traveled over her body, lingering on her covered breasts. "But. . ." A hand darted beneath her to grip her bra clasp. "I'd be even happier if I could see a bit more of you."
Alex pressed her knee against his manhood again. "Same here," she smiled sweetly as he hissed again. Arching her back, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She had yet to encounter a man who could successfully remove a back-clasping bra, and based on a past fumble at the garment, she doubted her soon-to-be-lover would be very successful at the venture. Not without a lot of practice, she thought elatedly.
Despite the predatory gleam in his eyes, the Doctor looked a lot like a boy about to unwrap his Christmas presents. Grasping the now loose straps, he wasted no time in tugging them down Alex's arms. The moment her breasts were completely bare, he flung the bra somewhere off to the side of the room. He didn't bother to look where. All he could focus on were Alex's newly revealed breasts.
Her perfect breasts. He stared, transfixed, at her pale pink nipples – the same color as her lips – pebbled in arousal.
Alex's cheeks reddened as he continued to stare, the blush spreading down her neck, collarbone, and then her breasts. The Doctor tracked its path with the same single-minded focus he'd used to figure out the secrets of her altered body. It was just when Alex thought he'd do nothing but gawp like a teenage boy seeing his first boob that he finally made a move.
Quick as a wink, the Doctor darted down and started sucking on her left breast.
Alex cried out as he sucked her nipple, then did so again when he started to nip at it, first gently, then a touch harder. His hand darted to her other breast and began kneading it, though not at the rough pace he was setting with his mouth. "Harder, Doc," she panted, her eyes fluttering closed. "You can go harder."
Almost immediately, the Doctor did just that. He bit at the underside of her breast and his hand tightened around the other. He smirked as Alex let out an encouraging cry and her hands gripped his hair.
He'd suspected, even before that wonderfully revealing phone call, that Alex preferred things a bit . . . well, not rougher, but more . . . forceful in bed. But knowing her as well as he did, he knew she would be hard pressed to admit it. She'd be even more hard pressed to let someone act out the fantasies she'd described to him. In fact, the Doctor suspected they had remained just that – fantasies – for as long as Alex had been sexually active.
Therefore, it meant a lot that she'd admitted such things to him, trusted him with such privileged information. And he had no intention of letting this night go by without making some of Alex's fantasies a reality.
That thought in mind, the Doctor switched his mouth to Alex's other breast. His teeth tugged harshly at her other nipple, causing Alex to emit the most delightful cry/moan he'd ever heard.
Alex ran her fingers through his hair, her nails digging into the nape of his neck when the hand on her other breast began twisting her nipple. He groaned at the action, so Alex did it again. In response, he gently bit down on her other nipple.
Electricity and adrenaline ran down Alex's spine and straight to her center. Her hips bucked wildly, and for a moment, she was sure she was going to come. That's new, a distant part of her mind mused. Then again, none of her past partners ever paid this much attention to her breasts. They hadn't been much for foreplay. Thankfully, that wasn't something that could be said about the Doctor.
She felt him grin against her breast before he suddenly moved back up to her lips. Their kiss was frantic, even a bit rough. The Doctor's lips pressed against hers unyieldingly, and Alex knew her own lips would be bruised later. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers in a little duel. He won, naturally, but Alex's couldn't find it in herself to care.
Pulling back, the Doctor kissed the corners of her mouth, then her chin, before moving down her neck. Alex whimpered when he sucked at her pulse point. He nipped and licked the spot until Alex was sure a hickey had formed eleven times over.
The Doctor repeated this process as he moved further down her body, paying attention to every possible erogenous zone. He made note of every spot that seemed to excite Alex. Her neck and breasts were prime spots. He also discovered areas Alex didn't like being paid attention to. Kissing her stomach, for example, revealed she was surprisingly ticklish. Filing that way for future, non-sex related reference, he continued towards the one area he'd been most eager to explore since the evening began.
His mouth went slack at the sight of the huge damp spot on Alex's knickers, noticeable even with the black fabric. His breathing turned ragged as he reached out and pressed his fingers against her crotch.
The action made them both moan, but for different reasons: Alex because of how fucking good it felt to be touched there, and the Doctor because of how wet she was for him. He'd expected and hoped that she would be – a healthy amount of lubrication was important for female pleasure – but he hadn't anticipated this. Her underwear was practically drenched, the damp fabric sliding almost sinfully against his fingertips.
"Oh, Ally," he whispered, unable to hide his awe. "You're so wet." He caressed her slowly, his pointer finger tracing her slit.
Alex bucked into him, her head knocking back into the pillows. "All for you," she murmured.
He chuckled, sultry and wicked and so fucking sexy. "I should hope so." He pressed his fingernail against the fabric and, after a moment, managed to locate a very special spot.
Alex let out a strangled gasp as the Doctor's fingernail grazed her clit. Her eyes, which she hadn't even realized she'd closed, burst open. Her pupils were blown wide, her currently topaz-colored irises nothing but a thin ring around them. "Please, Doctor," she begged, her hips arching into his fingers. "No more teasing. . . I need you."
"No need to beg, love," he murmured, grasping her hand, and pressing a quick kiss to her inner wrist. He licked the sweat gathered there, savoring the sweet and sour flavor, before refocusing on Alex's knickers. While he desperately wanted to rip them off with his teeth, he had a feeling Alex would frown on that. So, he settled for tugging them down her legs as fast as possible, blindly tossing the soaked scrap of fabric over his shoulder.
And there she was. His Ally, in all her glory. Not even a Silent could make him forget the sight of her glistening, pale pink folds, surrounded by dark, neatly groomed curls.
Nor could they make me forget her taste, he decided as he carefully swept his tongue across her slit, the tip teasing her clit on the upstroke. Sweet and sour, like lime juice mixed into a glass of lemonade. So refreshingly, wonderfully, perfectly Alex.
Alex moaned as the Doctor's hesitant licks became utterly enthusiastic ones. He teased her folds, humming all the while as his tongue delved further into her. He seemed to enjoy going down on her, not something Alex could say for previous partners. They had all acted like it was something to be endured, a chore to accomplish as fast as possible, or treated as a bribe to get her to go down on them.
As though sensing her thoughts, the Doctor muttered around her clit, "You taste so good, Ally. Fuck, I could do this all night and never get tired of it." Alex's only response was a strangled moan, but the Doctor seemed to understand her appreciation for he chuckled and said, "Let's see if we can't improve on past experiences."
And then he slid a finger into her, curling it in a come here gesture, thereby locating that one elusive spot no other partner had ever been able to find, whether they'd been trying or not.
Alex let out a guttural cry, one she was sure could be heard throughout the TARDIS. She writhed helplessly against the petal-strewn sheets. Fuck, he needed to go faster, harder, anything, just so long as he didn't leave that spot. . .
She didn't realize until much later that she actually said these thoughts out loud, but that was alright. The Doctor loved hearing her fall apart under his touch, babbling almost hysterically from pleasure. He strove to keep her in that state of mind, slipping another finger inside her and rubbing against her G-spot, her slick walls fluttering around him.
He watched through hooded eyes as Alex writhed and moaned wantonly, her fingers scrabbling desperately against the sheets. As he slipped a third finger in, Alex shocked him by reaching down and tugging on her nipples, just as hard and rough as he had done earlier. He watched, utterly enthralled, as his Ally played with herself, working with him to get herself off. Her head thrown back, brown-blonde hair splayed across the pillows, her fingers giving quick flicks to her nipples, it all added up to a sight that was nearly enough to make him come. Fuck, these boxers needed to come off now. . .
He mentally shook his head. His own pleasure would come later. Right now, he needed to focus on Alex. Well, needed wasn't the right word. He wanted to focus on Alex, wanted to see her fall apart and experience something he was sure she hadn't felt before.
He redoubled his efforts, thrusting his fingers in and out of her roughly, her slick juices coating his skin. His tongue went back to her clit, lapping at it eagerly and rapidly. All the while, he rubbed his aching cock against the bed. It was a poor substitute to his hand or Alex's hand or – dare he think it? – her mouth, but it provided some relief.
"Yes, yes, oh, God yes!" Alex wriggled closer to him, completely lost in pleasure. She tugged harder at her nipples, trying to recreate the way the Doctor handled them. Almost involuntarily, her hips thrusted against his fingers, and she reached down to tug at his hair, keeping him positioned at her clit.
Then, it happened. With a shout of his name, Alex's back arched completely off the bed.
The orgasm was like nothing Alex had ever experienced. In the past, it had been like a small wave sweeping slowly, gently, almost tepidly over her. But now, it was like a tsunami, crashing down on her without any warning. Pleasure swept through her, so much that it almost hurt. It seemed to last both hours and only a few seconds.
Alex fell back against the bed as her orgasm faded, replaced by a boneless sensation in all her limbs. She inched her eyes open just in time to see the Doctor pop his cum-soaked fingers in his mouth. Despite her exhaustion, a fresh wave of lust swept through Alex at the sight. When had any of her former partners licked her cum, if they had even bothered to lick down there at all?
The Doctor licked his fingers clean. If he hadn't been sure before, he was now. Alex tasted wonderful. Even better than fish fingers and custard, which was not something he ever thought he'd say. "How was that?" he murmured. If there was a bit of smugness in his voice, it was well-deserved. He knew damn well that Alex had enjoyed herself. He had seen and tasted the evidence.
"Holy shit," Alex muttered.
He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should." Alex offered him a lazy, slightly blissed out smile. "If I'd known you were that good before, I'd've jumped you the day we met."
The Doctor chuckled again as he crawled up her body. "And when would you have done it?" He settled himself above her, planting one hand on either side of her face. "With all the running from alien prisoners and trying to keep the Atraxi from burning the earth?"
Alex's blissed smile turned a bit brighter, and she managed to find enough strength in her arms to wrap them around the Doctor's neck. "Oh, right after, of course. Victory shag."
"Ah, of course," he grinned, before leaning down and kissing her. He'd expected Alex to be a bit hesitant in accepting the kiss, considering where his lips had just been, but she surprised him by eagerly reciprocating, delving into his mouth and tasting herself on his tongue. With a groan, he lowered himself onto her, his ever-present hard-on digging into her bare hip.
Alex pulled out of the kiss. Her copper-colored eyes were a touch impish as she gazed up at him. "Still happy to see me, Doc?"
He tilted his head down towards her, his lips briefly touching hers as he said, "Always, love. You?"
"Oh, yes, always, absolutely. But. . ." In the blink of an eye, the Doctor found himself on his back, Alex perched atop him, a smug, if playful smirk on her face. Time Lord strength definitely had its perks. Her eyes darkened as she leaned closer to him. Her nails ran teasingly down his chest, making him shudder. As she did this, she carefully rubbed her still soaking wet cunt across his bulge. Her smirk deepened as his head kicked back, and he let out a gravelly moan. Humming, she whispered, "As you said earlier, I'd prefer if I could see more of you."
The Doctor needed no further encouragement. The moment Alex raised herself up enough, he hurriedly tugged his boxers down. Alex made no attempt to hide her giggles as he frantically shoved them down his legs, ultimately resorting to kicking them off once they were past his knees. Her giggles ceased, however, the moment she got a good look at what those boxers had been hiding.
He was. . . Well, there was no other word for it. The Doctor was huge. She'd suspected as much, but it was one thing to suspect and a whole other to get confirmation. He was larger than the average human male, but not outrageously so. A bit thicker and a bit longer than Alex was used to, as well as uncircumcised, but nothing she didn't think she'd be able to handle.
"Damn. That's . . . impressive."
The Doctor made no effort to hide his smugness. "I do try," he smirked.
Alex managed to pull her eyes away from his member long enough to give him an incredulous laugh. "Oh, really? That something you focus on during regeneration? Please let me be bigger and more impressive than my last incarnation?"
"Well . . . more please let me be ginger this go around, but the, er, downstairs bits are a consideration as well."
"Well, I'm glad you considered them when regenerating into this body." Really glad, she thought, her mouth watering in anticipation. In the past, this stage had made her slightly nauseous, even a bit angry. After all, if her boyfriends couldn't be bothered to go down on her, why should she? But now she was practically bouncing in impatience, her mouth and tongue eager to give him as much pleasure as he had given her.
Without another word, not even one of warning, Alex slid further down his body until her face was resting over his cock. He was hard as a rock, beads of pre-cum littering the very top of the mushroom head.
The Doctor froze, his whole body tense in anticipation. He stared at Alex's long, brown-blonde locks, trailing over his thighs as she leaned closer to him. Soon, he felt her breath, hot and ragged, against his member.
She hesitated, as though considering her next move. Then there came a light kiss, so sweet and simple in its unexpectedness, followed by a tentative flick of tongue. That tentative lick quickly turned bolder, Alex wrapping her lips around him. The Doctor groaned and his head fell back as Alex slowly but surely took him into her mouth.
He forced himself to keep his eyes open as Alex began her ministrations. He didn't want to miss a second of this. He reached down and slipped a hand into her hair, his fingers tightening around several smooth, silky strands. He didn't try to guide her movements though. He simply rested it there, content to let his Ally do whatever she wanted to him.
Alex moved slowly, almost tentatively. She didn't have a lot of experience in this area. But that didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Far from it. She wanted to suck all of him down her throat, but with his width and length, there was no way she could do that. Not yet, anyway. That would take some practice. For now, she satisfied herself (and the Doctor) by swallowing as much as she could before slowly, teasingly, releasing him.
There was a long pause. The Doctor lay there, breathing heavily. Alex's own breath teased the sensitive skin of his cock. Finally, when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he cried out, "Ally, please!"
He heard Alex chuckle, the exhale rolling over him and making him squirm. Then she was on him. This time, she practically devoured him, sucking and teasing with a newfound intensity. Her tongue lapped at his slit, gathering up all the pre-cum. Her pale pink lips strained to wrap around as much of him as possible. Her mouth itself was warm and slick, and he couldn't help the small jerks his hips gave, seeking to delve further in and down her throat.
Alex hummed around him, delighting in the moan he gave in response. Opening her eyes (why did she keep closing them?), she looked up to see his dark green gaze fixed on her. His mouth was slack and gaping. His chest rose and fell almost erratically, and she wondered if his hearts were beating in a similar rhythm.
"Alex," he gasped as, her eyes still on him, she reached up and started fondling his balls. Her nails drew circles over the sensitive skin, and he hissed, praying he wouldn't come just yet. The teenage boys she'd been with before had probably popped within seconds of her mouth enveloping them. Not that he could blame them, but he wanted this to last longer than a few seconds.
Alex continued to play with his balls while her lips moved up and down his cock at a leisurely pace. She didn't want this to end quickly either. The feeling of the Doctor in her mouth. . . It was indescribable. She'd never been so turned on giving someone a blowjob before. She squirmed against the sheets, absently wondering if she could get off on this. The wetness gathering between her legs certainly suggested it was possible.
Eager to find out, she increased her pace. She bobbed her head up and down, making inelegant sucking, choking sounds, but she didn't care.
Neither did the Doctor as he cried out, eyes now tightly shut. He threw his head back against the pillow. Looking up, Alex saw his neck fully stretched out, veins standing out in stark relief against his skin, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. She smirked and, continuing her frantic pace, took the hand that was still tracing his balls and abruptly squeezed them.
Electricity ran down the Doctor's spine and his hips shot forwards with a violent jerk. In the process, his cock rammed further down Alex's throat, and she pulled back a bit before she could start gagging. But that didn't stop her from clenching her throat around him and swallowing. Or from squeezing his balls again.
A half-moan, half screaming sound wrenched itself from the Doctor's throat. The hand buried in Alex's hair tightened, probably causing her a bit of pain, but he was way past the point of caring. "Ally," he ground out through gritted teeth, "I'm gonna—"
He was cut off by Alex taking him out of her mouth long enough to mumble, "Good", before diving back down and licking at his sensitive tip like it was a lollypop. Her hands wandered to the bit of cock her mouth couldn't reach and began teasing the skin. "Come for me, Doc," she murmured around him, the vibration pushing him even closer to the edge. She gazed at him, her light green eyes shining. "I want to see you."
He needed no further encouragement. With a sob of her name, he came.
Hard.
Pleasure snapped and crackled down his body, making his limbs shake uncontrollably and his hips jerk unevenly. It was like being struck by lightning, only far more enjoyable. Vaguely, he registered Alex calling his name, her voice euphoric, before frantically swallowing his cum.
Her hips still shaking from her unexpected, but very much appreciated orgasm, Alex busied herself in swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cum. It seemed never-ending, a constant string of sweet, slightly tangy cum. A few years ago, she would have sooner curled up on the ground and died than swallow the results of her half-hearted efforts. But now? She couldn't get enough of it.
The Doctor fell back against the mattress as the aftershocks of his orgasm died down. His hearts were beating out a samba and he was breathing so heavily, he could feel his respiratory bypass threatening to kick in. He stared at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes, though he didn't really register it. He did, however, register Alex giggling and saying, "Well, I'd ask you how that was, but I think I already know."
He let out a breathless laugh but didn't reply. Frankly, words seemed too hard to form right now, even if he could find the right ones to express his sheer enjoyment or the utter exhilaration he'd experienced as he toppled over the edge.
Fortunately, Alex seemed to understand this. Instead of trying to make more conversation, she began to gently trail her lips over his stomach. Her hands explored his muscled thighs, her nails lightly scratching his skin.
After a few minutes, the Doctor's breathing steadied, and his brain returned to normal power, allowing him to recall a moment he'd nearly missed whilst in the throes of orgasm. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Alex. His gaze was intense, and Alex very nearly shivered at it. "Did you—"
Blushing, Alex cut him off with a nod. "Yeah," she said with a little laugh. "Wasn't expecting that."
The Doctor's eyes, having regained their normal color in the last few minutes, once again turned dark. He smirked down at her, and this time, Alex gave into the urge to shiver. In this moment, he reminded her of a lion eyeing a gazelle. Unlike a regular gazelle though, she had no intention of trying to flee. On the contrary, all she wanted to do was get closer.
"So that's, what? Twice I've made you come tonight?"
Alex shifted herself up onto her knees. "Yes," she purred, shifting slightly towards the Doctor.
Eyes narrowing, the Doctor grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. They were now chest to chest, and neither wasted any time in pressing themselves against the other. Both shivered as their bare skin made contact, their bodies melding together like puzzle pieces. The Doctor ran a hand through Alex's hair, brushing aside her bangs so he could better see her now dark green eyes. "Well, then," he grinned as his other hand ran down her bare side, "let's go for a third, shall we?"
He had barely finished the remark before, once again, Alex found herself on her back. She squirmed in anticipation, rubbing against a few rose petals as the Doctor moved down her body, aligning himself. . . No, he was slipping off the bed.
Her brow furrowing, Alex opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, only for all words to escape her as he took a piece of long, TARDIS blue silk from the dresser. Her breath hitched. It was the bowtie he'd been wearing earlier. And the way he was holding it, stretching the cloth out, his fingers gripping both ends as he smiled enticingly. . .
She knew what he was going to ask. And she knew what her answer was going to be.
Based on how the Doctor's smirk deepened at her obvious excitement, he knew it, too. "Ally," he said, and never did her name sound so sensual, so sexy. "Ever since our enlightening phone call a few weeks ago, I've been thinking about possibly incorporating some of your . . . desires into this night."
Alex licked her lips, eyes still locked on the long blue cloth in his hands. "What, what did you have in mind?" she panted.
He stepped closer to the bed. The candles on the nightstand cast his face and part of his body in shadow, but there was no hiding the passionate, predatory gleam in his dark eyes, nor his cock, standing tall, proud, and hard once again. Alex wondered if he could hear the frantic beating of her hearts as he approached, or if he could sense how every nerve in her body now stood at attention, ready and willing for the slightest touch from him. Slowly, he sat on the edge of the bed, just a hair's breadth away from her.
"Well," he smiled ruefully, "not quite tying all your limbs to the bed. I'd rather you be a more. . ." He paused, watching the blush start in her cheeks and spread down her body before he whispered the rest of his sentence. ". . .active participant the first go around."
Alex bit her lip, noting how the Doctor's gaze zeroed in on the action, as well as how his grip on the cloth tightened. "No complaints here," she murmured. Then, with a soft smile, she held out her wrists.
The Doctor hesitated a moment, searching her for any sign of disdain or fear. When he found none, he gently grasped her wrists with one large hand. He lowered them into his lap, and, with quick, almost effortless movements, slipped the long strand of fabric around her wrists and tied the ends securely. Firm, but not enough to dig into Alex's skin. He checked her face again, making sure there was no discomfort or second thoughts. Alex simply raised an eyebrow at him, as if to say, Well, are you gonna get on with it or not?
He did. The moment Alex removed her bound wrists from his lap, he surged forward. Their lips met wildly, almost impatiently, their tongues tangling together as the Doctor moved on top of Alex. Still keeping his lips on hers, he raised her bound wrists, putting them over her head. Alex whimpered, a new rush of arousal and adrenaline coursing through her at the subtle, dominant move.
Satisfied that Alex wouldn't move her wrists anytime soon, the Doctor slid his hand down her body, fingertips lightly caressing her skin and making Alex shiver. Reaching her center, he gently slid two fingers inside her. He couldn't help the little hitch in his breath upon finding that she was still soaking wet. All for me, he thought with no small amount of wonder.
Alex mewed as the Doctor slid his fingers out, but her disappointment was short-lived. She watched, her breath coming out in eager little pants, as he positioned himself so that their bodies aligned. His cock pressed against her inner thigh, and he had to restrain himself from grinding against her. He set his hands on her hips, his calloused thumbs rubbing Circular Gallifreyan into that inviting, tempting skin.
"Ally, are you sure?" He knew he'd already received her consent, but it never hurt to be sure. He'd never forgive himself if Alex somehow grew to regret this night.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice breathy. She fixed her eyes on his, and the Doctor nearly gasped at the love he saw emanating from the shining copper orbs. "Yes, always, absolutely."
The last syllable hadn't even left her lips before the Doctor, swallowing heavily, pushed into her.
Tremors engulfed them both as he entered her. The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut as he strove to go slowly. Alex had never said it outright, but he was sure it had been awhile since she'd last been intimate with anyone. Still, it was a hard act to do, as Alex felt so fucking good. Her walls stretched as he sank into her, gripping him tight. Like she never wanted to let him go. And that was just fine with him. Every Alex-related instinct in his body was screaming finally! This moment had been a long time coming, and now that it was here, the Doctor found that he never wanted to leave it. He wanted to stay here, with this wonderful, gorgeous woman who somehow completed him in every possible way, for the rest of time.
Lake Silencio can go to hell, he thought. The universe wouldn't tear him away from Alex. Not when it had given her to him in such a grand, seemingly divine way. He practically dared it to try.
Alex was of a similar mind. She let out a moan as the Doctor fully settled inside her, his member throbbing and making her inner walls shudder even as they clamped down around him. She never wanted to let him go. Her whole life had been leading her towards this very moment, and now that it was here, she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay here, forever, the Doctor's body slowly sinking down to cover hers. They aligned perfectly, every curve and straight plane matching up, and it only reinforced Alex's newfound belief that everything with the Doctor had been destined to happen.
If this is fate, nothing should be able to ruin this, she thought. She immediately recalled Lake Silencio, but she pushed the memory aside. Such a horrible moment was not welcome here. As far as she was concerned, Lake Silencio, River, Kovarian, the Silence, all of it could go fuck themselves.
And as for other fucks. . . With a smirk, Alex thrust her hips upward.
The Doctor hissed, but finally started to move. His strokes were soft, deep, and leisurely. There was no need to rush. They had all the time in the universe.
Alex whimpered as each stroke went deep inside her. His movements were so languid, calculated to build her up slowly and drive her crazy quickly. Her hands clenched, longing to grip his hair, his ass, whatever was in reach. She strained against the silky bowtie, but the fabric wouldn't give. Annoying as it was, Alex couldn't regret the spark of lust that rushed down her spine straight to her center. She was at the Doctor's mercy, just as she had long fantasized, and it was everything she could have imagined and more.
The Doctor kept his slow and steady pace for a bit, but finally, impatience nagged at him. On his next stroke, his hands fisted tightly around Alex's hips, and without warning, he slammed into her. Both cried out at the rough movement and Alex made an encouraging little mew.
"Fuck," she moaned, writhing against the sheets, her bound hands grasping at nothing. "Do that again, please."
Always eager to oblige her, the Doctor rammed into her again and again, before abruptly changing the pace. He rocked slowly, almost grinding into her. His breath came out in pants, matching Alex's, and he looked into her eyes. The colorful orbs were even more colorful now, shades of brown and green shifting and changing so fast he couldn't keep up. But there was no missing the amount of love and adoration within them.
Alex kept his gaze, concentrating on those gorgeous emerald green depths. They were full of passion and love, a perfect match to the emotions in hers.
They continued to maintain eye contact even as the Doctor shifted slightly. Alex moaned as he hit her G-spot and she bucked her hips, using them as leverage to wrap her legs around his waist. "Do that again," she ordered. And he did.
At Alex's encouraging moan, the Doctor resumed his rough pace, pounding into Alex hard enough that her body was shoved nearly an inch up the bed. Her legs gripped him tightly, locking him in a vise he had no chance (or desire) of escaping. He moved one hand from her hip to cradle the back of her head, protecting it from the headboard as he slammed into her over and over, once going so hard that his vision went white for a few moments. Neither he nor Alex made any effort to keep quiet, and soon, the room was filled with groans, moans, and strangled curses and pleas.
"Don't stop," Alex sobbed as the Doctor's balls brushed against her clit. Her fingers scrabbled at the headboard, nails digging into the polished wood as she fruitlessly searched for something to grip. Her body arched as the Doctor's free hand played with one of her breasts, twisting her nipple in time to his thrusts.
"Never," he growled, pressing a quick, heated kiss to her pulse point. He kicked his head back, eyes fluttering shut, as adrenaline raced through his system. It was so intoxicating, the overwhelming rush threatening to drown him. And directly underneath were little crackles of electricity, indicating release was close at hand.
Looking at Alex, it was clear she wasn't far off from release herself. Her head thrashed against the pillows, brown-blonde hair splayed across the white cotton surface. A fine sheen of sweat decorated her skin. Her arms remained thrown over her head, her wrists straining against their bonds. Her legs tightened around him, and her body arched into his as a new stroke hit both her G-spot and clit. Her walls fluttered around him and the Doctor grit his teeth. He couldn't come yet. Not before Alex. He wanted – needed – to see her fall apart before he did so himself.
He moved the hand at her breast down to her clit. Alex's eyes widened as he began handling it just as roughly as he had her nipple. She was close, she could feel it. A thunderous wave of pleasure was building, just seconds away from crashing over her.
With a little wail, she flung her bound wrists over his head, linking her fingers together behind his neck. The Doctor obligingly tilted his head down, his forehead touching hers. Their frantic gasps and moans mingled together as their eyes locked, not wanting to look away even for a second, especially if it meant they were going to miss what was rapidly approaching.
And then, the wave fell. Alex's eyes slammed shut and her whole body arched off the bed. Every limb shook erratically, her hearts threatened to pound out of her chest, her veins were on fire. . .
And sure enough, just as the Doctor had predicted months back, she screamed. Loud. His name echoed around the room, and a distant part of Alex's mind prayed that the walls were soundproof.
The Doctor only saw a few seconds of the incredible sight before his own orgasm crashed down around him. Alex's name, as well as a mixture of English and Gallifreyan obscenities fell from his lips in a shout as her inner walls spasmed and tightened around his cock, triggering release.
Alex moaned as he emptied into her. He released far more semen than the average Earth male, and Alex could feel some of it dripping down her thighs. She didn't mind though. It was simply a mark of how the last Time Lord had claimed her. She was his and he was hers.
His arms suddenly too weak to hold himself upright, the Doctor dropped heavily onto Alex. After a moment, realizing that he was probably crushing her, he moved to roll off to the side, but Alex surprised him by keeping her legs locked around his waist and her bound wrists around his neck. A slight shift towards bare mattress made her mew in annoyance.
"I'm not crushing you?" he asked, his words coming out in between rapid pants.
"No," she managed to gasp.
For the next few minutes, they were silent, simply concentrating on coming down from their highs. Alex's legs ultimately relaxed their tight grip on the Doctor, falling to rest on either side of him. Though as the rest of her body calmed, Alex didn't feel any inclination to remove her bound wrists from around the Doctor's neck. She was content to let them rest there, a light weight against his sweat-soaked skin.
Glancing down, Alex saw that the Doctor's head was nestled atop her breasts, his nose buried in her cleavage. His eyes were closed, and his breathing steadier and slower than it had been a few minutes ago. Typical male, she thought with a grin. Falls asleep after all the fun. Laced behind his head, her fingers crept into his hair. She intended the gentle caresses to soothe him, and herself, into deeper slumber, but he surprised her by emitting a low groan.
Another surprise? His cock was suddenly rock hard again.
Alex gaped down at him even as her inner walls fluttered around his member. "I thought you were asleep, but you're still. . ."
Despite his best efforts, the Doctor couldn't quite keep from blushing. "Time Lord stamina," he murmured. Hesitantly, he managed to prop himself up on one elbow, though most of his body continued to rest on Alex, and her wrists remained around his neck. "Doesn't take much, er, petrol to refill the tank."
Alex wrinkled her nose at the analogy, but not at the information it provided. On the contrary, she couldn't be more pleased at this new insight into Time Lord biology. Another pro to add to the list. "Soooo," she said slowly, deliberately drawing out the word, "does this stamina apply to me, as well?" She finished her question with an experimental squeeze of her pelvic muscles.
Sure enough, the Doctor hissed as her walls momentarily tightened around him. "I think you just answered your own question," he said, the words coming out in a slight growl. His emerald eyes darkened once more as he leered down at her, but there was no hiding the intense, almost overwhelming love shining within them.
Alex moaned as the Doctor propped himself up on both elbows, causing him to shift inside her. "Definitely not complaining about the answer," she said with a fluttery laugh.
The Doctor chuckled. "I was hoping you'd say that." He started to lean in for a kiss, only to finally register the light weight of her bound hands against the back of his neck. Gently, he shifted his head out from underneath her arms. Eyeing the blue silk with no small amount of appreciation, he quickly undid the knot. Once the long silk ribbon came loose, he dropped it to the floor, letting it mingle with the rest of their clothes.
Alex's wrists were slightly red, but other than that, hadn't been harmed during their lovemaking. They didn't even sting. With her hands now free, she more than happily buried them in the Doctor's hair, maneuvering him into a kiss. It was slow and sweet, tongues lazily exploring the other's mouth. The frenzied, almost desperate pace from earlier had vanished. Now they were content to just enjoy each other's company, reassured in the knowledge that they weren't going anywhere, weren't going to be separated from each other any time soon.
Ultimately though, the Doctor's cock, still solid and unyielding, forced things to speed up. Alex pulled out of the kiss and gave the Doctor an impish grin. "You still want me to be an active participant for round two?"
"Round four," he corrected, "counting our earlier explorations on each other." He smiled down at her. "But yes." He honestly didn't have the desire or inclination to remove himself from Alex, even to potentially act out her all-limbs-tied-to-the-bed fantasy.
Her grin, if it was possible, turned even more impish. "Well, in that case. . ." With a sudden, quick movement, the Doctor was on his back, Alex astride him. She smirked down at him, her now chocolate brown eyes shining as she took in his pleasantly surprised expression. She licked her lips as she leaned forwards. The movement caused her hips to shift slightly, making them both groan. Still, Alex didn't let that distract her. She planted her hands on his chest to support herself as she tilted her head down until her face hovered directly above his.
"You don't mind me being on top this time, do you?" She was so close, her lips brushed against his as she spoke in a low whisper.
The Doctor swallowed heavily, his heartbeats kicking up a notch. "N-not at all, Ally."
Clever, infuriating girl she was, Alex didn't fail to notice his slight stutter. "Excellent," she purred as she slowly straightened back up.
As she started to move atop him, the same thought ran through both their minds; this night was only the first of many, many, many more to come.
And they couldn't wait to experience them all.
~The Pros and Cons of Silence~
A/N: *fans self aggressively* Whoo! I hope that this chapter, recounting the Doctor and Alex's private reunion, lived up to expectations! It was my first time writing smut, so if it sucks, I'm so sorry. Hopefully, I'll get better with practice, wink wink, nudge nudge.
Notes on reviews. . .
EchoMoment - I'm happy to hear you were so excited to read that chapter! Lol, yeah, River really wasn't her best in that moment. Poor girl really just needs to lay on a couch somewhere and sort her issues out. Yep, poor Amy (and Rory). But I will say all hope is not lost for them regarding Amy's fertility in this story. Lol, yep, the Doctor and Alex finally got some alone time! And boy, did they make good use of it. . . :} Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
SerahSanguine - I'm so glad you loved the chapter! And I hoped the sexy times lived up to your expectations! What did you think of 'The Halloween Apocalypse', and 'Flux' as a whole? Personally, I thought it started out promising, but fell flat with a lot of unanswered questions, but I'm always eager to hear other people's opinions. In answer to your question, there IS a storyline where Alex eventually gets pregnant, since we've met Daffy, but it's far off in the future and I don't think there will be much angst with Amy about it (for plot-related reasons I can't reveal just yet). Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
NicoleR85 - Thank you! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
the . apple . seed - Thank you! I'm so glad you liked that reveal! I absolutely loved writing it. And, wow, glad you think I got the Doctor's perspective right! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
The Time Lord Oracle - Glad you liked the twist! It's definitely one of my favorite things I've written for this story so far. Glad you liked how Spencer was incorporated into the action! I really wanted to make it feel like he was contributing, not just some random character saying someone else's lines. We will see Spencer again, once more in this story, in fact, but I'd like to keep it a surprise. Technically, after this chapter, we've got another original, then an adaptation of one of the books, Paradox Lost, then finally 'Night Terrors', lol. I personally really like 'Night Terrors' and am not really crazy about 'The Girl Who Waited', but I LOVE 'The God Complex'. That was one of my favorite episodes to write for Alex, but at the risk of spoilers, I won't say why. Oh, yeah, I wasn't crazy about Christina when I saw that episode either, exactly for the reason you mentioned. And Alex definitely wouldn't get along with her as she'd immediately notice the similarities to River. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Sam Fraser - We'll have to see if Kendra and the Doctor ever meet. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
chlorose99 - I'm so happy to hear you love the Alex Locke series, as well as that you can't get enough of the Doctor and Alex! Lol, yeah, the sexual tension has been amped up in this story, and I hope you enjoyed the inevitable conclusion of it! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
RavenclawFairy - Thank you! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!