Christmas Decorating
Word Count: 725
Muses: Astrid Peth and Brendan Block
The Doctor was busy stringing fucking fairy lights up, poor Astrid was looking on with dismay, and he seemed oblivious to it. Full of his never-ending babble about some stupid fucking alien firefly that was embedded into each coloured glass crystal. Who gave a shit? They could have cost £6.99 from Woolworths for all Brendan cared, and she didn't look much more impressed either.
"You okay?" Brendan touched her hand lightly, it was the first time he'd felt that soft skin under his, he savoured the silky perfection of it, looking at her fingers and seeing them curled around his erection. She was like a little doll, he imagined that tiny frame naked, tossing her over onto her front and driving himself into her til she begged for him to stop. He'd like to hear her beg.
"Me? Oh, I'm fine Brendan." She gave him a small smile, interrupted from whatever reverie she was having that made her so melancholy. She went to pull her hand back, but he held it firmer, squeezing her slender fingers gently, but enough that she couldn't retract without resistance. Her hand was released when he dictated, and not before. But he did return it to her, albeit a couple of seconds after she would have preferred.
"You don't look fine Astrid, what's on your mind?" She had time to answer, she just chose not to. "Tell you what, why don't we go and make some drinks? Let him do this on his own for five minutes?"
Astrid nodded at that, she needed the distraction, the lights were bringing back too many memories. Despite the Doctor's cheerful banter and efforts to lift her mood, it was hard not to let her mind drift back to events on the Titanic. And Brendan seemed well intentioned, and the Doctor trusted him too, so he must be alright, just tactile perhaps, she considered.
She didn't want to spoil this for the Doctor though, so cheerfully she called out to the thoroughly engrossed Doctor, waiting for a pause in his enthusiastic monologue.
"I'm just going to go and get some drinks for us Doctor. And some of those mince pies you bought. If we're doing this Christmas thing, then we might as well do it properly." She wasn't sure where she found her smile, but she did, and it was for him. Sonic screwdriver between his teeth, he turned and gave her a thumbs up, he looked adorable and she beamed at him.
"Pretty girl like you, should never look that sad Astrid." They were in the kitchen, and Brendan tenderly tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. It was only a brief touch, but it came from nowhere, misplaced almost. She wasn't sure if he was just being nice, or if he really had just overstepped a boundary. It was neither one nor the other, it made her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat, and she couldn't work out why exactly.
He knew exactly why, she hadn't expected it. He'd caught her off-guard, made an unpredictable move and it had sent her adrenalin rushing, enough to flush her cheeks and leave her momentarily lost for words. He dropped his hand then, using that limited timeframe he knew he had before the rush of shock subsided, to trace the line of her jaw with his fingertips.
"I'm fine, this Christmas thing is just new to me." She just wanted to get back to the Doctor now, and he was back to leaning casually against the counter like nothing had happened. Maybe it hadn't, maybe she was reading too much into it, maybe he was just being nice.
"It's more than that isn't it?" His smile was sympathetic, only a hint of danger lurked beneath, imperceptible if you weren't looking for it, but it was like he could see right into her, knew what she was feeling. "You need someone who's not afraid to show you he loves you. Your Doctor, Astrid, will never be able to do that. He's not the same as you and me."
Then his tone changed, and his smirk lifted into something far more bright and optimistic. "All done? Come on then, he could do with the break."
Muses: Astrid Peth and Brendan Block
The Doctor was busy stringing fucking fairy lights up, poor Astrid was looking on with dismay, and he seemed oblivious to it. Full of his never-ending babble about some stupid fucking alien firefly that was embedded into each coloured glass crystal. Who gave a shit? They could have cost £6.99 from Woolworths for all Brendan cared, and she didn't look much more impressed either.
"You okay?" Brendan touched her hand lightly, it was the first time he'd felt that soft skin under his, he savoured the silky perfection of it, looking at her fingers and seeing them curled around his erection. She was like a little doll, he imagined that tiny frame naked, tossing her over onto her front and driving himself into her til she begged for him to stop. He'd like to hear her beg.
"Me? Oh, I'm fine Brendan." She gave him a small smile, interrupted from whatever reverie she was having that made her so melancholy. She went to pull her hand back, but he held it firmer, squeezing her slender fingers gently, but enough that she couldn't retract without resistance. Her hand was released when he dictated, and not before. But he did return it to her, albeit a couple of seconds after she would have preferred.
"You don't look fine Astrid, what's on your mind?" She had time to answer, she just chose not to. "Tell you what, why don't we go and make some drinks? Let him do this on his own for five minutes?"
Astrid nodded at that, she needed the distraction, the lights were bringing back too many memories. Despite the Doctor's cheerful banter and efforts to lift her mood, it was hard not to let her mind drift back to events on the Titanic. And Brendan seemed well intentioned, and the Doctor trusted him too, so he must be alright, just tactile perhaps, she considered.
She didn't want to spoil this for the Doctor though, so cheerfully she called out to the thoroughly engrossed Doctor, waiting for a pause in his enthusiastic monologue.
"I'm just going to go and get some drinks for us Doctor. And some of those mince pies you bought. If we're doing this Christmas thing, then we might as well do it properly." She wasn't sure where she found her smile, but she did, and it was for him. Sonic screwdriver between his teeth, he turned and gave her a thumbs up, he looked adorable and she beamed at him.
"Pretty girl like you, should never look that sad Astrid." They were in the kitchen, and Brendan tenderly tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. It was only a brief touch, but it came from nowhere, misplaced almost. She wasn't sure if he was just being nice, or if he really had just overstepped a boundary. It was neither one nor the other, it made her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat, and she couldn't work out why exactly.
He knew exactly why, she hadn't expected it. He'd caught her off-guard, made an unpredictable move and it had sent her adrenalin rushing, enough to flush her cheeks and leave her momentarily lost for words. He dropped his hand then, using that limited timeframe he knew he had before the rush of shock subsided, to trace the line of her jaw with his fingertips.
"I'm fine, this Christmas thing is just new to me." She just wanted to get back to the Doctor now, and he was back to leaning casually against the counter like nothing had happened. Maybe it hadn't, maybe she was reading too much into it, maybe he was just being nice.
"It's more than that isn't it?" His smile was sympathetic, only a hint of danger lurked beneath, imperceptible if you weren't looking for it, but it was like he could see right into her, knew what she was feeling. "You need someone who's not afraid to show you he loves you. Your Doctor, Astrid, will never be able to do that. He's not the same as you and me."
Then his tone changed, and his smirk lifted into something far more bright and optimistic. "All done? Come on then, he could do with the break."