Christmas Ficathon: Day 19
Title: Charley
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eighth Doctor, Charley
Rating: PG13/R (depending on your sensitivity. Brief, vanilla sexual content)
Word Count: 215
Summary: Eight/Charley fluff. I've been told I've been writing too much sad fic lately (it's the holidays. I turn into a right old Grinch. Humbug), so I've written something a bit lighter. Enjoy.
Curious creatures, women. Centuries of traveling with them and he never ceased to be amazed by them. Just when he thought he had one figured out they found an entirely new way to baffle him. At least most other species had the courtesy to be consistent in their behaviour. It was exhausting, really, trying to keep up with the inner workings of all the women who had flitted in and out of his life over the years, not least of all Charlotte Pollard.
And…well, Charley was Charley, wasn’t she? A girl who was infinitely more than she seemed.
No, a woman. It was difficult to think of her as a girl, spread naked beneath him as she was. His eyes followed the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the beat of her single heart a beacon thrumming against his eardrums. His fingers ached to heed the call, mind already beginning to shut out everything but the intricate maze of curves that was Charley. And oh, by all the stars, that disarming smile - was there a greater secret in the universe than what lay beneath it? He very much wanted to find out.
This was one time when his natural curiosity wouldn’t lead to disaster. Probably.
He lowered his mouth to hers.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Eighth Doctor, Charley
Rating: PG13/R (depending on your sensitivity. Brief, vanilla sexual content)
Word Count: 215
Summary: Eight/Charley fluff. I've been told I've been writing too much sad fic lately (it's the holidays. I turn into a right old Grinch. Humbug), so I've written something a bit lighter. Enjoy.
Curious creatures, women. Centuries of traveling with them and he never ceased to be amazed by them. Just when he thought he had one figured out they found an entirely new way to baffle him. At least most other species had the courtesy to be consistent in their behaviour. It was exhausting, really, trying to keep up with the inner workings of all the women who had flitted in and out of his life over the years, not least of all Charlotte Pollard.
And…well, Charley was Charley, wasn’t she? A girl who was infinitely more than she seemed.
No, a woman. It was difficult to think of her as a girl, spread naked beneath him as she was. His eyes followed the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the beat of her single heart a beacon thrumming against his eardrums. His fingers ached to heed the call, mind already beginning to shut out everything but the intricate maze of curves that was Charley. And oh, by all the stars, that disarming smile - was there a greater secret in the universe than what lay beneath it? He very much wanted to find out.
This was one time when his natural curiosity wouldn’t lead to disaster. Probably.
He lowered his mouth to hers.