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[dr_robchase]

Chase swore to his bones that he could feel whenever something strange was coming on. Maybe he couldn't actually, but he'd written a thesis about the damn place. It was why, when he woke up, the first thing he did was roll onto his back, stare at the ceiling, and without even looking at himself, he uttered a loud 'fuck

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[sortofaman]

The Doctor stirred at the word fuck, shifting in bed and mumbling a little as he tugged at the light blanket to pull it closer. When the sound repeated itself, he rolled over and flopped an arm over Chase, eyes cracking open.

"Sup?" he mumbled, before it registered that there was a lot more soft stuff under his draped arm than there should be. "Oh, hello, lovely," he added, far more cheerfully, and considerably more perky and flexible than someone with a nearly-forty bad back was in the mornings.

[dr_robchase]

Chase's eyes widened with mild horror at the Doctor's chosen morning greeting. "What is wrong with you?" he asked, though he already knew the answer as he gaped up at him, trying to fidget with the shirt to make it fit a little better.

[sortofaman]

"Nothing's wrong with me, I feel fine. Great, actually, if I'm being perfectly honest, don't you feel fine? I mean, you're obviously in a body classed as 'woman' today, but it's not like it's something new, and you really are lovely."

The Doctor gave Chase a beatific smile, sitting up fully in bed. He ran his hand through his hair, briefly, and thought it might be a bit shorter--which was odd, he didn't recall having it cut. And wasn't it nice that he didn't ache so?

[dr_robchase]

Chase's suspicion refused to fade and he sat up, taking a cursory look at the Doctor and reaching over to give the shorter hair a light tug. Next came a perusal of the face and when he was through with that, he forced his shirt up to stare at his frame.

"Huh," was all he managed to get out.

[sortofaman]

"What," the Doctor said, blinking. "Am I different? I didn't think I was different, I just feel really good about things. Positive, perhaps. Enlightened. A touch rambley."

He looked under his shirt. It looked fine. A bit thinner than usu...wait.

"What's going on?"

[dr_robchase]

"Well, I feel a little like I'm robbing the cradle," he said, trying not to wince when every single word came out feminine and made him gnaw his lower lip in worry. "Not by much, at least, I'm just used to you being older."

[sortofaman]

"I'm not a teenager, am I?" asked the Doctor, slapping his own face gently in concern. "No, if I were a teenager, I'd still be asleep, it's terribly early. That's good. So I must be young but not, you know, appallingly young. Might as well make use of it, don't you think.

"You are so cute, did you know that?" He looked Chase over with a bright smile.

[dr_robchase]

"No, you're just younger, is all," Chase said, tracing his fingers over the Doctor's face slowly, as if in wonder at the small things that shifted. Before the island, before coming here, Chase had still been in his mid-20's, and sometimes, he missed that a hell of a lot. "Oh, I'm cute, am I?" he retorted with a scoff. "Cute," he insisted, leaning in, "sounds like I'm your little pet puppy."

[sortofaman]

"Sexy cute?" the Doctor asked, lifting both eyebrows, and oh he did like that touch quite a bit. "And no, you're not a puppy, I have a puppy already."

It was still slightly odd that Chase looked the way he did as a woman, but there wasn't much else to be done for it save to roll with the punches, right?

"Definitely sexy cute," he said, and kissed him, rather pleased at the softness of Chase's feminine lips. So he did it again.

[dr_robchase]

Chase braced the kiss by winding an arm around the back of the Doctor's neck, tugging him in with a delighted and subdued laugh that was muffled by his lips, shifting a little higher into the Doctor's grasp. "I can live with sexy cute," he said, mock-seriously, when he had a moment to breathe.

[sortofaman]

God, he was just so warm and soft and...the Doctor blinked a few times once they stopped for a minute, trying to get a better grip on himself, as something had come to mind through a thin fog of lust. Something important.

"Oh damn," he said, "but what are we going to tell Nate?"

[dr_robchase]

"The truth," Chase said immediately. Raising kids in this environment was tricky and scary because it was a first and there were no books to help him out about whether he should be telling Nate about island fuckery, but instinctively, he knew that. "We should be telling him the truth. That Papa is a bit younger and Dad's just a woman for a little while, that's all."

[sortofaman]

"Yeah, the truth, I just wasn't sure how. Wording and things." The Doctor looked vaguely nervous. "Oh god, Rob, what if he changes sometime? How would we explain to him that it's only for a bit, you know kids his age think it's for always."

He pondered this and then flopped down on the bed in a melodramatic heap. "Oh god, I'm a terrible father. I don't even remember how to talk to my son."

[dr_robchase]

"Doctor, if he changes, then he changes," Chase said, stroking the Doctor's hair distractedly, shifting to sprawl on top of him when he flopped over. "I'm giving you a pass on the melodramatics seeing as you're younger, but it's all going to be fine."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor was trying to focus on the very real messed up situation and possibilities, which was hard when Chase was on top of him like that. Especially when Chase was on top of him like that. His body reacted accordingly, perhaps faster than he'd anticipated, which needed not to be surprising.

He swallowed hard, licked his lips, and leaned up on his elbows. Chase's hair falling like that...hot.

[dr_robchase]

Chase was sitting up, one hand braced over the Doctor's hips, and his hair -- only a slight bit longer than he usually kept it -- was falling in his eyes. "Doctor," he said, simply, giving him a dubious look as he leaned in. "Are you even listening to me?"