Beautiful fic.
Title: PASSION IN A POLICE BOX
Author: lemontart
Characters: The Doctor, the TARDIS.
Rating: R for intense sexy passion.
Summary: The true Who OTP at last.
lemontart: i will write doctor/tardis
calixa: rofl
lemontart: i will make it now
THE DOCTOR COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF.
IT WAS THIS WAY EVERY TIME HE REDECORATED: HE EXPERIENCED PALPITATIONS AND HIS HEARTS WENT INTO OVERDRIVE. HE ALWAYS TOOK HIS TIME, LETTING THE TENSION BUILD.
THE SENSE OF RELIEF WHEN HE FIRST SLID HIS HAND ACROSS THE SMOOTH NEW SURFACE OF THE CONTROL CONSOLE WAS OVERWHELMING. IT WAS LIKE REGENERATION WITHOUT THE PAIN, A PHYSICAL WONDER THAT TOOK HIM BY SURPRISE EVERY TIME. HE CURLED HIS PALM OVER AN ALLURING, FRESHLY POLISHED KNOB. HE LICKED HIS FINGERS AND PRESSED BUTTONS, ONE BY GLORIOUS ONE.
HE STOOD FOR A WHILE, GAZING AT THE BEAUTY AROUND HIM. HE COULD FEEL IT SWELLING UP INSIDE HIM, EBBING AND FLOWING LIKE WAVES OF LUST.
HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO ROLL NAKED FROM CORNER TO CORNER, TOP TO BOTTOM OF HIS BEAUTIFUL TARDIS.
HOWEVER SARAH JANE WAS STARTING TO LOOK AT HIM ODDLY.
THE END.
calixa: oh jesus
calixa: its tom baker
lemontart: *giggles madly*
calixa: or maybe jon pertwee
calixa: *frightened by image of jon or tom rolling naked from corner to corner of tardis*
lemontart: don't be foolish, how could it be jon pertwee
lemontart: sarah wasn't with him before then
calixa: what, when he redecorated?
lemontart: HE REDECORATES EVERY TIME HE REGENERATES REMEMBER
calixa: oh
calixa: I see
lemontart: although jon pertwee feeling up the tardis is a wondrous image
Author: lemontart
Characters: The Doctor, the TARDIS.
Rating: R for intense sexy passion.
Summary: The true Who OTP at last.
lemontart: i will write doctor/tardis
calixa: rofl
lemontart: i will make it now
THE DOCTOR COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF.
IT WAS THIS WAY EVERY TIME HE REDECORATED: HE EXPERIENCED PALPITATIONS AND HIS HEARTS WENT INTO OVERDRIVE. HE ALWAYS TOOK HIS TIME, LETTING THE TENSION BUILD.
THE SENSE OF RELIEF WHEN HE FIRST SLID HIS HAND ACROSS THE SMOOTH NEW SURFACE OF THE CONTROL CONSOLE WAS OVERWHELMING. IT WAS LIKE REGENERATION WITHOUT THE PAIN, A PHYSICAL WONDER THAT TOOK HIM BY SURPRISE EVERY TIME. HE CURLED HIS PALM OVER AN ALLURING, FRESHLY POLISHED KNOB. HE LICKED HIS FINGERS AND PRESSED BUTTONS, ONE BY GLORIOUS ONE.
HE STOOD FOR A WHILE, GAZING AT THE BEAUTY AROUND HIM. HE COULD FEEL IT SWELLING UP INSIDE HIM, EBBING AND FLOWING LIKE WAVES OF LUST.
HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO ROLL NAKED FROM CORNER TO CORNER, TOP TO BOTTOM OF HIS BEAUTIFUL TARDIS.
HOWEVER SARAH JANE WAS STARTING TO LOOK AT HIM ODDLY.
THE END.
calixa: oh jesus
calixa: its tom baker
lemontart: *giggles madly*
calixa: or maybe jon pertwee
calixa: *frightened by image of jon or tom rolling naked from corner to corner of tardis*
lemontart: don't be foolish, how could it be jon pertwee
lemontart: sarah wasn't with him before then
calixa: what, when he redecorated?
lemontart: HE REDECORATES EVERY TIME HE REGENERATES REMEMBER
calixa: oh
calixa: I see
lemontart: although jon pertwee feeling up the tardis is a wondrous image