Fic: Showtime! (1/1, Adult)
Title: Showtime!
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Genre: smut, humour/crack ('shag or die'-ish)
Rating: Adult, light bondage at the beginning
Summary: Years later, Rose Tyler would insist that being strapped face down on a table in nothing but a thin blouse and short skirt came as a surprise but in reality it hadn't really been that surprising at all.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin', I do.
Author's Notes: Thanks to naughtybunny23 for betaing her very own birthday fic! Happy belated B-day, hun! Sorry I wasn't here then :(
Showtime!
Years later, Rose Tyler would insist that being strapped face down on a table in nothing but a thin blouse and short skirt came as a surprise but in reality it hadn't really been that surprising at all.
The Yockos. as she had noticed right after arriving with the Doctor on their planet, were quite a kinky folk. They didn't seem to think about clothing much (a long, thin scarf hiding important parts was all they wore) and the long line of sex shops on their way indicated a big demand for pleasure toys. It didn't help that they all looked human, save for their black eyes and the webs between their fingers and toes. Of course, Rose was all for new experiences but this 'greeting ritual', as the Doctor had called it, went a bit too far in her eyes.
Rose tried to raise her head a little to get a better look at the room, but her neck gave an audible crack at her attempt and so she tried to remember what it looked like when they had brought her in. The room was tiny, she knew, and the table she was strapped on was the only piece of furniture. Rose also caught a glimpse of mirrors on the walls and got the uncanny feeling that she was in some kind of interrogation room, where people could see her through those mirrors.
That obviously didn't make her feel any better about her situation.
She heard footsteps and the door opening, followed by the Doctor's voice. “You okay there?”
“Peachy,” Rose squeaked out, her voice sounding a bit muffled because her cheek was pressed against the tabletop. “Did you find out what this is all about?”
“Yeah, of course! Weeell, I think I might know... My Yockosh is a bit scratchy, you know? And with the TARDIS translation circuits being fried, thanks to an ice-cream cone on the console, I might add-”
“I said I was sorry!”
“-I'm not completely sure,” he said, ignoring her. “Anyway! I think they want me to see if a Gumpy Bee had stung you in the butt.”
“A what?”
“Gumpy Bee! Ooh, they are brilliant! Little red bees with extremely poisonous-”
“Poisonous???”
“Yeah, but don't worry, I can suck it out.”
The mental picture of the Doctor sucking poison out of her butt would certainly be more appealing if she wasn't so afraid to die. And what a death that would be: Rose Tyler, death by poisonous bee. She wished for something a bit more impressive, like death by saving a planet, a civilisation or the whole universe even. Yeah, that sounded better... much better.
And then the Doctor's hands were on her butt.
“D-Doctor?!”
“Don't worry, I just have to find the sting. They aren't that visible, so you have to feel around for them.”
He obviously wasn't aware of what he was really feeling up there and Rose felt suddenly very perverted for enjoying it so much. His strong hands moved over her arse, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His touch was firm while exploring and she suddenly imagined what they must look like, her bent over, ass sticking up in the air and the Doctor just behind her, touching her in such delicious ways. Heat rose to her cheeks and she was painfully aware of him coming closer and closer to her centre. Which made Rose wonder... wasn’t she wearing knickers earlier?
“Doctor?” She gave her best effort to steady her voice.. “W-Where are my knickers?”
“Knickers? Oh, yes! I had to disintegrate them. They were in the way, you know? Didn't you notice?”
“Disinte-...?” Rose mentally summarised her situation. Strapped to a table? Check. Half naked? Check. The Doctor feeling her up? Check. A whole lot of aliens probably watching? Check.
How could it be so much like one of her favourite fantasies and still be so far away from it?
A-And, oh God! He reached her centre and... bloody hell!
Rose bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Rose?” the Doctor asked and she could hear a frown in his voice. “Did you... pee yourself? You are really wet.”
Rose closed her eyes and hoped desperately that he didn't just say that.
“Rose? It's not... you don't have to feel bad about it, you know? Gumpy bee poison can have that effect on some people.”
Couldn't she just die? Right now?
“Doctor...” she began, her voice sounding a bit strained. “I didn't... pee on myself.”
“You... didn't?”
“Nope.”
“But then, what...” One. Two. Three. And she heard him sniffling. “Oh... Oh! Oh, Rose, I... I...” He coughed slightly and said, “Excuse me for a moment, yeah?”
She heard the door click shut behind her and banged her head on the tabletop. Most. Humiliating. Moment. In. Her. Life. That even beat seventh grade, when a boy pulled up her skirt in front of the whole class. Well, there were actually some similarities if she thought about it...
The door opened and closed again and she heard the Doctor's footsteps pacing in the room.
“Well, I have some very good news for you... and one bad. The good ones are that my Yockosh isn't as rusty as I thought and you haven't been stung at all. The bad news are... they made that up so I would touch you.” She could literally feel the embarrassment radiating from his body. “I'm so very sorry, Rose.”
“I think...” She sighed. “You know by now that I rather enjoyed it, yeah?” Rose was sure he was blushing now. She also heard a quiet squeak which she took for affirmation. “And I didn't exactly tell you to stop now, did I?” she added in an afterthought.
“No, but... you thought you were poisoned, and-”
“Doctor, poison or not, I would've enjoyed it and didn't tell you to stop.”
It was suddenly so quiet in the room that Rose swore she heard a flea cough just now. If fleas existed and could cough on this planet, of course.
“Well, that's good, because...” His voice sounded low and a bit hoarse, sending a pleasurable jolt through her body. “They told me to shag you rotten or they would behead us on the spot.”
Rose gasped. His hand was on her butt cheeks again, this time much more gentle than during his exploration before. “This okay then?”
“God, yes!” She heard him chuckle at her affirmative outcry and Rose stifled a groan when his index finger brushed her labia.“S-So they are watching, yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” he said huskily. “With snacks. Quite a perverted folk they are... you don't mind, do you?”
“No.” And she really didn't. How could she care about a bunch of aliens she would never see again, when he was finally touching her just there?
“Good, because... I don't think I want to stop now.” He withdrew his hands from her butt and stood directly behind her, hands gliding over her stomach, under her blouse and to her breasts. She definitely regretted wearing a bra that day!
“Can't you-” She moaned as he squeezed her right breast, his still completely clothed pelvis pressing into her from behind. He was definitely excited. “Can't you disinte-” Another moan escaped her lips as he found her nipple through the fabric.
Rose heard the sonic's buzz, saw a short flash of blue light and her bra was gone in an instant. “Lovely setting,” she said and hissed as his other hand found her breast. His fingers were cool and felt just so right on her heated skin. His erection rubbed deliciously against her through his trousers and it hit her suddenly how badly she really wanted him.
“Doctor, please...”
“Eager, are we?” he said quietly and pinched her right nipple, making her squirm. “But not yet, Rose. We want it to be enjoyable, don't we?”
She thought screaming 'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!!!' would sound a bit needy, so instead she pressed her butt into the Doctor's pelvis as far as her restraints allowed.
A sharp intake of breath and a slight hiss answered her and she wriggled around a little to initiate more such noises and some friction on her part.
“You little minx,” she heard him say and he pulled away much to her dismay.
Instead, Rose suddenly felt his fingers on her butt again and she cried out when two long, cool digits entered her quickly from behind. They slid in and out of her, filling the room with squishy noses.
“Oh, Rose... you are so hot and wet for me,” the Doctor breathed out and she barely managed not to faint at his words. Dirty talking Doctor... this became definitely better than her fantasies!
He removed his fingers (she moaned at the loss) and replaced them with something else. Oh god! Tongue!
Rose grabbed the the table edges tightly, her knuckles turning white, as he licked her in earnest. He pressed her butt cheeks aside to reach her core and leapt at her centre. Again and again, he draw small circles until she came hard with a strangled cry.
The Doctor drew back and Rose heard faint pops, indicating that he sucked at his fingers.
“More delicious than I ever imagined,” he said and Rose bit her lip at the hidden indication. He had thought about this before! “Can you go on? Not the most comfortable of positions...” The Doctor's hand brushed gently over her sensitive butt. “Beautiful, though.”
Rose felt a sudden rush of want. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, caress. She wanted to look into his eyes, see his face, his body. She wanted to make him come, drive him mad with want and exchange her passive role with an active one.
“I'll live but... I want...” Rose stopped, unsure how to phrase her feelings.
She didn't have to. “I know Rose, I know,” he said and walked around the table. “Part of their conditions is that I... take you from behind. They didn't say anything about these though.”
Two quick buzzes with the sonic screwdriver and her restraints were gone. Rose sat up, rubbed her slightly red wrists and looked to the Doctor. He stood before her, eyes dark, suit slightly wrinkled and lips still glistering from her juices and his own saliva.
Rose felt suddenly shy and looked away. It was easier, when she didn't see his face and he didn't see hers. Easier to imagine it as a vivid dream, a wild fantasy but now, it suddenly hit her what big steps they took in the last few minutes. They were best friends when they had left the TARDIS two hours ago, and now he had brought her to ecstasy with his clever little tongue and swift fingers. Not to mention the exposed picture she must have made with her arse pointing in the air.
“Rose, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle and still demanding. She obeyed without thinking.
Placing one hand on either side of her, the Doctor leaned forward to kiss her, his cool tongue sliding through her hot lips to explore her mouth. Rose moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. He made an approving noise as her nails scraped his scalp and let one hand slide back under her skirt. He massaged her wet clit, making her breath hitch in her throat and break the kiss for an “Oh, God! YES!”. The Doctor grinned smugly at her and for a moment,she considered smacking him but then his hand was there again and she thought he could get away with everything right then and there.
“Rose, need you...” he said, his ragged breath cool on her neck.
She nodded faintly, unable to speak as his fingers sent another jolt of pleasure through her body.
He stepped back, giving her a chance to slip off the table and gestured for her to turn around. Rose blushed but did what he wanted.
He came up behind her. “Rose, hold onto the table.”
He pulled her skirt up after she did what he had instructed and she heard him opening his fly, his rock hard member soon prodding at her opening.
“Ready?” he asked huskily and she answered immediately with a breathy 'yes'.
He slid into her in one fast thrust and both groaned at their sudden connection. He began to move slowly, giving them both time to adjust and find the right rhythm. His hands grabbed hold of her hips, pressing her tighter against him. He moved faster, sending Rose closer to the edge. Her breath quickened, her heart sped up and she soon cried out when another orgasm hit her.
The Doctor moved faster and faster and Rose was glad not to be strapped to the table any more as he would have knocked her into it if she was. For once he seemed to lose control completely, his whole body only intent on finding release and Rose moaned as one of his hands found her clit another time, bringing her for the third time that day over the edge. He soon followed, spilling his cool seed into her body and exclaiming his release with a strangled cry.
Rose braced herself on the table, her legs feeling like jelly. The Doctor slowly pulled out of her and he didn't seem to be any better, his legs slightly staggering as he tucked his member away.
They grinned at each other and burst out laughing, their minds clouded in post-orgasm haze. Rose readjusted her skirt and the Doctor flattened his hair, the goofy smiles never leaving their faces.
“Well... that was...” the Doctor began after a while, momentarily lost for words.
“Something we have to do more often?” Rose asked hopefully.
The Doctor pulled her into his arms and kissed her nose. “Definitely! Every day... at least twice.”
“Think you can pull that off, old man?” Rose asked playfully, pulling his head down for a kiss.
“Oh, I'm rather impressive, you know?”
Rose laughed. “I'm holding you up for that one, Doctor!”
The Doctor opened his mouth to return something but loud applause suddenly sounded throughout the room, making them both jump.
“Oh, no... I totally forgot about them!” Rose squeaked, her face turning bright red as the mirrors changed and revealed windows to a large audience.
“An impressive show!” one of them said proudly. He wore some sort of crown that identified him as the leader. “We decided to keep you both as a tourist attraction, the greatest honour on our planet!” The other aliens cheered, some took photos and Rose swore about half of them searched desperately for a pen in their bags. Were they supposed to give autographs?!
The Doctor grabbed her hand and Rose knew what was about to come. A buzz and a click from the door indicated that he used the sonic hidden under his coat.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?”
“Run!”
They sprinted back to the TARDIS, laughing as the aliens screamed their names and chased them.
The Doctor bowed upon reaching the doors and closed them behind him.
Their next shows would be in private.
Author: carly21
Betareader: naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Genre: smut, humour/crack ('shag or die'-ish)
Rating: Adult, light bondage at the beginning
Summary: Years later, Rose Tyler would insist that being strapped face down on a table in nothing but a thin blouse and short skirt came as a surprise but in reality it hadn't really been that surprising at all.
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin', I do.
Author's Notes: Thanks to naughtybunny23 for betaing her very own birthday fic! Happy belated B-day, hun! Sorry I wasn't here then :(
Showtime!
Years later, Rose Tyler would insist that being strapped face down on a table in nothing but a thin blouse and short skirt came as a surprise but in reality it hadn't really been that surprising at all.
The Yockos. as she had noticed right after arriving with the Doctor on their planet, were quite a kinky folk. They didn't seem to think about clothing much (a long, thin scarf hiding important parts was all they wore) and the long line of sex shops on their way indicated a big demand for pleasure toys. It didn't help that they all looked human, save for their black eyes and the webs between their fingers and toes. Of course, Rose was all for new experiences but this 'greeting ritual', as the Doctor had called it, went a bit too far in her eyes.
Rose tried to raise her head a little to get a better look at the room, but her neck gave an audible crack at her attempt and so she tried to remember what it looked like when they had brought her in. The room was tiny, she knew, and the table she was strapped on was the only piece of furniture. Rose also caught a glimpse of mirrors on the walls and got the uncanny feeling that she was in some kind of interrogation room, where people could see her through those mirrors.
That obviously didn't make her feel any better about her situation.
She heard footsteps and the door opening, followed by the Doctor's voice. “You okay there?”
“Peachy,” Rose squeaked out, her voice sounding a bit muffled because her cheek was pressed against the tabletop. “Did you find out what this is all about?”
“Yeah, of course! Weeell, I think I might know... My Yockosh is a bit scratchy, you know? And with the TARDIS translation circuits being fried, thanks to an ice-cream cone on the console, I might add-”
“I said I was sorry!”
“-I'm not completely sure,” he said, ignoring her. “Anyway! I think they want me to see if a Gumpy Bee had stung you in the butt.”
“A what?”
“Gumpy Bee! Ooh, they are brilliant! Little red bees with extremely poisonous-”
“Poisonous???”
“Yeah, but don't worry, I can suck it out.”
The mental picture of the Doctor sucking poison out of her butt would certainly be more appealing if she wasn't so afraid to die. And what a death that would be: Rose Tyler, death by poisonous bee. She wished for something a bit more impressive, like death by saving a planet, a civilisation or the whole universe even. Yeah, that sounded better... much better.
And then the Doctor's hands were on her butt.
“D-Doctor?!”
“Don't worry, I just have to find the sting. They aren't that visible, so you have to feel around for them.”
He obviously wasn't aware of what he was really feeling up there and Rose felt suddenly very perverted for enjoying it so much. His strong hands moved over her arse, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His touch was firm while exploring and she suddenly imagined what they must look like, her bent over, ass sticking up in the air and the Doctor just behind her, touching her in such delicious ways. Heat rose to her cheeks and she was painfully aware of him coming closer and closer to her centre. Which made Rose wonder... wasn’t she wearing knickers earlier?
“Doctor?” She gave her best effort to steady her voice.. “W-Where are my knickers?”
“Knickers? Oh, yes! I had to disintegrate them. They were in the way, you know? Didn't you notice?”
“Disinte-...?” Rose mentally summarised her situation. Strapped to a table? Check. Half naked? Check. The Doctor feeling her up? Check. A whole lot of aliens probably watching? Check.
How could it be so much like one of her favourite fantasies and still be so far away from it?
A-And, oh God! He reached her centre and... bloody hell!
Rose bit her lip to keep from moaning.
“Rose?” the Doctor asked and she could hear a frown in his voice. “Did you... pee yourself? You are really wet.”
Rose closed her eyes and hoped desperately that he didn't just say that.
“Rose? It's not... you don't have to feel bad about it, you know? Gumpy bee poison can have that effect on some people.”
Couldn't she just die? Right now?
“Doctor...” she began, her voice sounding a bit strained. “I didn't... pee on myself.”
“You... didn't?”
“Nope.”
“But then, what...” One. Two. Three. And she heard him sniffling. “Oh... Oh! Oh, Rose, I... I...” He coughed slightly and said, “Excuse me for a moment, yeah?”
She heard the door click shut behind her and banged her head on the tabletop. Most. Humiliating. Moment. In. Her. Life. That even beat seventh grade, when a boy pulled up her skirt in front of the whole class. Well, there were actually some similarities if she thought about it...
The door opened and closed again and she heard the Doctor's footsteps pacing in the room.
“Well, I have some very good news for you... and one bad. The good ones are that my Yockosh isn't as rusty as I thought and you haven't been stung at all. The bad news are... they made that up so I would touch you.” She could literally feel the embarrassment radiating from his body. “I'm so very sorry, Rose.”
“I think...” She sighed. “You know by now that I rather enjoyed it, yeah?” Rose was sure he was blushing now. She also heard a quiet squeak which she took for affirmation. “And I didn't exactly tell you to stop now, did I?” she added in an afterthought.
“No, but... you thought you were poisoned, and-”
“Doctor, poison or not, I would've enjoyed it and didn't tell you to stop.”
It was suddenly so quiet in the room that Rose swore she heard a flea cough just now. If fleas existed and could cough on this planet, of course.
“Well, that's good, because...” His voice sounded low and a bit hoarse, sending a pleasurable jolt through her body. “They told me to shag you rotten or they would behead us on the spot.”
Rose gasped. His hand was on her butt cheeks again, this time much more gentle than during his exploration before. “This okay then?”
“God, yes!” She heard him chuckle at her affirmative outcry and Rose stifled a groan when his index finger brushed her labia.“S-So they are watching, yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” he said huskily. “With snacks. Quite a perverted folk they are... you don't mind, do you?”
“No.” And she really didn't. How could she care about a bunch of aliens she would never see again, when he was finally touching her just there?
“Good, because... I don't think I want to stop now.” He withdrew his hands from her butt and stood directly behind her, hands gliding over her stomach, under her blouse and to her breasts. She definitely regretted wearing a bra that day!
“Can't you-” She moaned as he squeezed her right breast, his still completely clothed pelvis pressing into her from behind. He was definitely excited. “Can't you disinte-” Another moan escaped her lips as he found her nipple through the fabric.
Rose heard the sonic's buzz, saw a short flash of blue light and her bra was gone in an instant. “Lovely setting,” she said and hissed as his other hand found her breast. His fingers were cool and felt just so right on her heated skin. His erection rubbed deliciously against her through his trousers and it hit her suddenly how badly she really wanted him.
“Doctor, please...”
“Eager, are we?” he said quietly and pinched her right nipple, making her squirm. “But not yet, Rose. We want it to be enjoyable, don't we?”
She thought screaming 'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!!!' would sound a bit needy, so instead she pressed her butt into the Doctor's pelvis as far as her restraints allowed.
A sharp intake of breath and a slight hiss answered her and she wriggled around a little to initiate more such noises and some friction on her part.
“You little minx,” she heard him say and he pulled away much to her dismay.
Instead, Rose suddenly felt his fingers on her butt again and she cried out when two long, cool digits entered her quickly from behind. They slid in and out of her, filling the room with squishy noses.
“Oh, Rose... you are so hot and wet for me,” the Doctor breathed out and she barely managed not to faint at his words. Dirty talking Doctor... this became definitely better than her fantasies!
He removed his fingers (she moaned at the loss) and replaced them with something else. Oh god! Tongue!
Rose grabbed the the table edges tightly, her knuckles turning white, as he licked her in earnest. He pressed her butt cheeks aside to reach her core and leapt at her centre. Again and again, he draw small circles until she came hard with a strangled cry.
The Doctor drew back and Rose heard faint pops, indicating that he sucked at his fingers.
“More delicious than I ever imagined,” he said and Rose bit her lip at the hidden indication. He had thought about this before! “Can you go on? Not the most comfortable of positions...” The Doctor's hand brushed gently over her sensitive butt. “Beautiful, though.”
Rose felt a sudden rush of want. She wanted to touch him, kiss him, caress. She wanted to look into his eyes, see his face, his body. She wanted to make him come, drive him mad with want and exchange her passive role with an active one.
“I'll live but... I want...” Rose stopped, unsure how to phrase her feelings.
She didn't have to. “I know Rose, I know,” he said and walked around the table. “Part of their conditions is that I... take you from behind. They didn't say anything about these though.”
Two quick buzzes with the sonic screwdriver and her restraints were gone. Rose sat up, rubbed her slightly red wrists and looked to the Doctor. He stood before her, eyes dark, suit slightly wrinkled and lips still glistering from her juices and his own saliva.
Rose felt suddenly shy and looked away. It was easier, when she didn't see his face and he didn't see hers. Easier to imagine it as a vivid dream, a wild fantasy but now, it suddenly hit her what big steps they took in the last few minutes. They were best friends when they had left the TARDIS two hours ago, and now he had brought her to ecstasy with his clever little tongue and swift fingers. Not to mention the exposed picture she must have made with her arse pointing in the air.
“Rose, look at me,” he said, his voice gentle and still demanding. She obeyed without thinking.
Placing one hand on either side of her, the Doctor leaned forward to kiss her, his cool tongue sliding through her hot lips to explore her mouth. Rose moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. He made an approving noise as her nails scraped his scalp and let one hand slide back under her skirt. He massaged her wet clit, making her breath hitch in her throat and break the kiss for an “Oh, God! YES!”. The Doctor grinned smugly at her and for a moment,she considered smacking him but then his hand was there again and she thought he could get away with everything right then and there.
“Rose, need you...” he said, his ragged breath cool on her neck.
She nodded faintly, unable to speak as his fingers sent another jolt of pleasure through her body.
He stepped back, giving her a chance to slip off the table and gestured for her to turn around. Rose blushed but did what he wanted.
He came up behind her. “Rose, hold onto the table.”
He pulled her skirt up after she did what he had instructed and she heard him opening his fly, his rock hard member soon prodding at her opening.
“Ready?” he asked huskily and she answered immediately with a breathy 'yes'.
He slid into her in one fast thrust and both groaned at their sudden connection. He began to move slowly, giving them both time to adjust and find the right rhythm. His hands grabbed hold of her hips, pressing her tighter against him. He moved faster, sending Rose closer to the edge. Her breath quickened, her heart sped up and she soon cried out when another orgasm hit her.
The Doctor moved faster and faster and Rose was glad not to be strapped to the table any more as he would have knocked her into it if she was. For once he seemed to lose control completely, his whole body only intent on finding release and Rose moaned as one of his hands found her clit another time, bringing her for the third time that day over the edge. He soon followed, spilling his cool seed into her body and exclaiming his release with a strangled cry.
Rose braced herself on the table, her legs feeling like jelly. The Doctor slowly pulled out of her and he didn't seem to be any better, his legs slightly staggering as he tucked his member away.
They grinned at each other and burst out laughing, their minds clouded in post-orgasm haze. Rose readjusted her skirt and the Doctor flattened his hair, the goofy smiles never leaving their faces.
“Well... that was...” the Doctor began after a while, momentarily lost for words.
“Something we have to do more often?” Rose asked hopefully.
The Doctor pulled her into his arms and kissed her nose. “Definitely! Every day... at least twice.”
“Think you can pull that off, old man?” Rose asked playfully, pulling his head down for a kiss.
“Oh, I'm rather impressive, you know?”
Rose laughed. “I'm holding you up for that one, Doctor!”
The Doctor opened his mouth to return something but loud applause suddenly sounded throughout the room, making them both jump.
“Oh, no... I totally forgot about them!” Rose squeaked, her face turning bright red as the mirrors changed and revealed windows to a large audience.
“An impressive show!” one of them said proudly. He wore some sort of crown that identified him as the leader. “We decided to keep you both as a tourist attraction, the greatest honour on our planet!” The other aliens cheered, some took photos and Rose swore about half of them searched desperately for a pen in their bags. Were they supposed to give autographs?!
The Doctor grabbed her hand and Rose knew what was about to come. A buzz and a click from the door indicated that he used the sonic hidden under his coat.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?”
“Run!”
They sprinted back to the TARDIS, laughing as the aliens screamed their names and chased them.
The Doctor bowed upon reaching the doors and closed them behind him.
Their next shows would be in private.