[fic] snippets
Well, this time a week ago, I was laughing over the "beard, you're doing it wrong" motivational poster, and less than twelve hours later, I was in love with Lucy Saxon.
In honour of the fact that I strongly suspect she's not going to survive beyond 7.45pm tonight, here's some snippets that I thought I'd share before they got Jossed.
Although if anyone wants to write me Lucy Saxon/Kathy Swanson femmeslash...
Normal service will resume on fiandyfic next week. At least we hope so - between me pouring out mountains of Doctor Who and Andy writing fluff, possibly we will be preempted by the end of the world.
As long as Harry and Lucy remain their adorable kinky selves, I really don't care.
Fi
Loyalty and Love
Loyalty.
It was the keystone of Lucy's life. She had been reared to be loyal, as her mother was before her. Despite the humiliations, the scandals, the loss of power, the loss of dignity, her mother had stayed loyal to her father, the man she loved, or told Lucy she loved. You couldn't love without being loyal, her mother had said, a lesson learned at so young an age that she had confused the two.
She was loyal to Harry, therefore she loved him.
***
Love.
A strange concept for a madman, he thought, smiling and waving, Lucy at his side. As strange a delusion as the human idea of love. But the woman he had chosen had affected him, her loyalty inspiring a fellow feeling in himself. He didn't have to hide his nature from her, and she took it all in her stride, never wavering in her faith.
They paused on the stairs and a photographer called out a suggestion. As they kissed for the cameras, he felt the familiar stirrings she always inspired in him. She was perfect. A true companion - for now. But he knew the real truth.
He loved Lucy, but he would not be loyal to her.
Untitled
It was a wonderful day.
Harry had thought of everything. There weren't many husbands who would remember at a time of stress, but as she changed for dinner, he came into the room smiling.
"Having a good time, darling?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she smiled as he came over and zipped up her red dress.
"I have a surprise for you," he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. "Come with me."
He led her down into the depths of the Valiant and stopped outside a door.
"I'm going to blindfold you now," he said. "Don't want to spoil the surprise."
She clutched his hand as he led her through the door and stopped her at a particular spot. He moved behind her, and put his hands to the silk scarf that covered her eyes.
"Ready, my love?" he asked.
"Always, Harry."
He dropped the scarf and Lucy looked at what was in front of her. That *handsome* American spreadeagled in chains.
Harry leaned forward into her neck.
"Happy birthday, darling," he murmured, as she squealed in glee.
This last bit is a continuation of Humanity. I liked it, but I also liked the containment in the original fic as it stood, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this or not.
Humanity, Pt. 2
He kissed Lucy again, pulling her in tightly against him. She embraced him back, their lips wetly smacking together, a glimpse of tongues exploring each others’ mouths. She ran one hand through his hair, pulling him in closer, angling his head for better access to his mouth, devouring him.
He ran a hand down her side, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the fine wool of her dress, before moving further down, admiring the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, further down still, pulling at her skirt, raising it slightly so that he could caress her thigh.
The Doctor could see a glimpse of stocking-top, a strap holding it in place.
Lucy pushed against the Master’s chest, bracing herself. They pulled away from their kiss. He grinned, a feral, hungry smile, the twin of the one on her face. She ran her hand down his body, cupping his erection, laughing he hissed. He kissed her again, more brutally this time, biting her lower lip, but the Doctor could see passion, not pain, in her reaction. She ground up against him and pulled her other hand down to reach for his flies, but he caught her wrists and pushed her away.
She stood silently, breathing heavily as he looked at the Doctor.
“Do you see, Doctor? What you’ve missed about humanity? What they’re best at?”
The Doctor remained silent.
“Passion,” snarled the Master. “No-one does it quite like them. Never been tempted? Pretty little Rose? Lucious Martha? The handsome self-made Captain with the infamous reputation? Never?”
The Doctor shook his head.
“Then watch,” repeated the Master. “And learn.”
He flipped Lucy around so that she faced the Doctor once more, spreading her legs with his feet, forcing her on to her toes, dependent on him for balance.
“And my dear wife has learned something none of your little companions have ever learned, my dear Doctor,” he continued as he bent her forward slightly, Lucy as compliant as a doll. “She knows I won’t get her hopes up and drop her. Not like you do.”
Lucy leaned against the Master’s left arm, one arm hooked in while she gripped his forearm, the other hand wrapped around his wrist. He reached behind her and flipped up her skirt where the Doctor couldn’t see. There was a brief ripping noise, followed by the sound of a zip, and the Master thrust forward.
A guttural “oh” came from Lucy’s lips as the Master used his right hand to pull her hips down on his cock. She straightened up, her head lolling back on his shoulder.
“Look at him,” said the Master as he thrust into her again. “Look at him, my love. Let him see what he’s never had, what he’s been too scared to take. Let him see what he can never have.”
The hand on her hip moved lower, pulling up her skirt, diving beneath it, rubbing, moving the skirt to offer tantalising glimpses underneath. The Master barely moved, only his hips rhythmically jerking as Lucy gasped and moaned and begged for more.
She threw her head back and wailed her release as the Master stopped moving, his body rigid as he came. The Doctor shut his eyes and turned his head away for a moment.
When he looked back, they were facing each other. Lucy had reassumed her coat, the perfect image of the dutiful wife as she adjusted her husband’s tie. They smiled sweetly and exchanged a brief kiss on the lips before she walked out of the room, ignoring the Doctor.
The Master smiled fondly as he watched her leave and turned to the Doctor.
“You were right,” he said. “There is something… special about humans.”
In honour of the fact that I strongly suspect she's not going to survive beyond 7.45pm tonight, here's some snippets that I thought I'd share before they got Jossed.
Although if anyone wants to write me Lucy Saxon/Kathy Swanson femmeslash...
Normal service will resume on fiandyfic next week. At least we hope so - between me pouring out mountains of Doctor Who and Andy writing fluff, possibly we will be preempted by the end of the world.
As long as Harry and Lucy remain their adorable kinky selves, I really don't care.
Fi
Loyalty and Love
Loyalty.
It was the keystone of Lucy's life. She had been reared to be loyal, as her mother was before her. Despite the humiliations, the scandals, the loss of power, the loss of dignity, her mother had stayed loyal to her father, the man she loved, or told Lucy she loved. You couldn't love without being loyal, her mother had said, a lesson learned at so young an age that she had confused the two.
She was loyal to Harry, therefore she loved him.
***
Love.
A strange concept for a madman, he thought, smiling and waving, Lucy at his side. As strange a delusion as the human idea of love. But the woman he had chosen had affected him, her loyalty inspiring a fellow feeling in himself. He didn't have to hide his nature from her, and she took it all in her stride, never wavering in her faith.
They paused on the stairs and a photographer called out a suggestion. As they kissed for the cameras, he felt the familiar stirrings she always inspired in him. She was perfect. A true companion - for now. But he knew the real truth.
He loved Lucy, but he would not be loyal to her.
Untitled
It was a wonderful day.
Harry had thought of everything. There weren't many husbands who would remember at a time of stress, but as she changed for dinner, he came into the room smiling.
"Having a good time, darling?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she smiled as he came over and zipped up her red dress.
"I have a surprise for you," he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her neck. "Come with me."
He led her down into the depths of the Valiant and stopped outside a door.
"I'm going to blindfold you now," he said. "Don't want to spoil the surprise."
She clutched his hand as he led her through the door and stopped her at a particular spot. He moved behind her, and put his hands to the silk scarf that covered her eyes.
"Ready, my love?" he asked.
"Always, Harry."
He dropped the scarf and Lucy looked at what was in front of her. That *handsome* American spreadeagled in chains.
Harry leaned forward into her neck.
"Happy birthday, darling," he murmured, as she squealed in glee.
This last bit is a continuation of Humanity. I liked it, but I also liked the containment in the original fic as it stood, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this or not.
Humanity, Pt. 2
He kissed Lucy again, pulling her in tightly against him. She embraced him back, their lips wetly smacking together, a glimpse of tongues exploring each others’ mouths. She ran one hand through his hair, pulling him in closer, angling his head for better access to his mouth, devouring him.
He ran a hand down her side, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the fine wool of her dress, before moving further down, admiring the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, further down still, pulling at her skirt, raising it slightly so that he could caress her thigh.
The Doctor could see a glimpse of stocking-top, a strap holding it in place.
Lucy pushed against the Master’s chest, bracing herself. They pulled away from their kiss. He grinned, a feral, hungry smile, the twin of the one on her face. She ran her hand down his body, cupping his erection, laughing he hissed. He kissed her again, more brutally this time, biting her lower lip, but the Doctor could see passion, not pain, in her reaction. She ground up against him and pulled her other hand down to reach for his flies, but he caught her wrists and pushed her away.
She stood silently, breathing heavily as he looked at the Doctor.
“Do you see, Doctor? What you’ve missed about humanity? What they’re best at?”
The Doctor remained silent.
“Passion,” snarled the Master. “No-one does it quite like them. Never been tempted? Pretty little Rose? Lucious Martha? The handsome self-made Captain with the infamous reputation? Never?”
The Doctor shook his head.
“Then watch,” repeated the Master. “And learn.”
He flipped Lucy around so that she faced the Doctor once more, spreading her legs with his feet, forcing her on to her toes, dependent on him for balance.
“And my dear wife has learned something none of your little companions have ever learned, my dear Doctor,” he continued as he bent her forward slightly, Lucy as compliant as a doll. “She knows I won’t get her hopes up and drop her. Not like you do.”
Lucy leaned against the Master’s left arm, one arm hooked in while she gripped his forearm, the other hand wrapped around his wrist. He reached behind her and flipped up her skirt where the Doctor couldn’t see. There was a brief ripping noise, followed by the sound of a zip, and the Master thrust forward.
A guttural “oh” came from Lucy’s lips as the Master used his right hand to pull her hips down on his cock. She straightened up, her head lolling back on his shoulder.
“Look at him,” said the Master as he thrust into her again. “Look at him, my love. Let him see what he’s never had, what he’s been too scared to take. Let him see what he can never have.”
The hand on her hip moved lower, pulling up her skirt, diving beneath it, rubbing, moving the skirt to offer tantalising glimpses underneath. The Master barely moved, only his hips rhythmically jerking as Lucy gasped and moaned and begged for more.
She threw her head back and wailed her release as the Master stopped moving, his body rigid as he came. The Doctor shut his eyes and turned his head away for a moment.
When he looked back, they were facing each other. Lucy had reassumed her coat, the perfect image of the dutiful wife as she adjusted her husband’s tie. They smiled sweetly and exchanged a brief kiss on the lips before she walked out of the room, ignoring the Doctor.
The Master smiled fondly as he watched her leave and turned to the Doctor.
“You were right,” he said. “There is something… special about humans.”