Whofic: Graceful Heart 8th/Grace part 2 rated M
Title: Doctor of a Graceful Heart
By Trynia Merin
Beta/ review by Nerdowl
Rating: M for m/f sex
Genre: romance
Summary: Grace agreed to a trip, but she is overwhelmed with all the exotic destinations. How does the Doctor show her heart not to beat in fear but in joy? Based on Prisoners of Time by Scott and David Tipton
A/n: this is based on the comic prisoners of time published by IDW, written by Scott and David Tipton, after the 8th doctor started taking Grace to different planets.
She felt him playing with the buttons on her blouse. Grace tipped her head back so he could kiss the smooth white skin. Underneath her bottom she felt the evidence of his own excitement. This time she smirked mischievously as she wriggled her bottom. “Grace… Be careful!” warned he with hitched breaths.
“I'm just looking for the most comfortable position,” she teased.
“Oh, you are, are you,” the Doctor replied. He chuckled softly as he reached down and unfastened her belt and the top button of her work pants. Surprised at his boldness Grace nodded. Had he learned a few things since they last parted?
She whispered, “It is your job to help me feel comfortable and at ease… When I'm traveling with you?”
“Grace, Grace, Grace, I can't always promise safety and comfort but I can try to help you enjoy the trip as I do,” the Doctor breathed into her ear.
"Help me take these off then,” she murmured, hazy blue eyes meeting his. He had to thank Benny for the inspiration, since he had imagined doing this. Reluctantly she got off his lap and stood up with his help. First he removed her shoes one by one before he peeled her pants down.
He urged her, “turn around and steady yourself on my shoulders, Grace…”
Surprised she did so, fingers resting on soft velvet. His teasing smile indicated he had met her challenge and pushed the limits. Far from the man who had accidentally kissed her he exuded more confidence. Now a bit shy about the white underwear with pink flowers she turned around again. He folded her pants neatly to her amusement. Golds, reds, and oranges cast their fairy light on her now bared legs revealing her in a literally different light. Swallowing, Grace sat on his lap again, steadying herself with a hand behind her that touched a bulge that caused him to gasp.
“Whoops,” Grace chuckled, rubbing it slightly. The small groans in her ear were delightful, added to the way he slid his hands down her front.
“Wait... wait... wait... wait... are you playing doctor with me?” he panted.
“I thought that's what you were doing,” she mocked back. “If you aren't careful it will be over before we start,” he warned.
Amusement twitched the corners of her mouth upward. She chuckled, “Been a while?”
“Actually a few months,” he confessed thinking about Bernice. Grace stood up once more, her face unreadable.
"Is that so?" she answered in an even tone. He winced, unable to read the emotion, but to his relief she reached down for his pants instead of storming off. She gave him a knowing smile saying, “You thought I'd be jealous?”
"Well yes,” he admitted with a nod, helping her sit next to him so she could unfasten his pants. Nimble surgeon fingers easily found the buckle of his belt beneath his waistcoat and the zipper.
“I am, but I'm happy you were with someone else for a bit,” she confessed. Amazingly she was so focused on removing his pants that she forgot her fear of heights.
“Do you want to continue here… Or…” asked the Doctor, reaching up to her, sure that this would inevitably lead to the same conclusion.
Grace's blue eyes twinkled merrily. She queried, “Did you ever meet Pavlov?”
“Indeed I did. Nice chap, loved his dogs,” he murmured, slipping off his green velvet coat.
"Then you know about associating two stimuli. Whenever I see a great drop, I want to associate it with something pleasant,” Grace murmured.
“Well, there are many pleasant stimuli,” the Doctor purred, helping her into his lap. “But you are a cardiologist, not a research psychologist.”
“The heart is part of the parasympathetic nervous system. And I want the fight or flight response to be different. That my heart will pound in something happy instead of fear,” said Grace.
Pulling her into a kiss, the Doctor obliged. She tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning softly. Behind him he spotted his coat, picked up Grace, then set her on it. At the same time she reached for his cravat he did so for her blouse buttons. Her fingers found a new destination between his legs with the measured touch of a doctor while his delved past the underwear and pulled it aside. Steady fingers eased their way into her body with firm strokes.
“Grace, are you certain you want to become intimate,” he panted.
“For a long time I have,” the cardiologist confessed. Smiling softly the Doctor pulled out his fingers and positioned himself. Grace urged him into a sitting position with a steady hand.
“Like this Doctor,” she whispered, lowering herself to sit in his lap. He let out a moan as he thrust up into her at long last.
“Grace, oh Grace,” he groaned, running his hands up and down her front. Those slick muscles clenched on him so tightly he judged she must have been ready for him for hours. Indeed he felt how wet she was.
"Oh Doctor…” cried out she, shaking and shivering. Rolling over on his side he thrust into her quickly with firm strokes that hit her percussively where Bernice told him to aim. His other hand parted and raised her legs.
"I want to see your face,” he requested, withdrawing and wincing at her gasp of protest.
Grace didn't complain for long because he thrust into her from the front and wrapped her leg around his hip. Half on his side she rocked into him with her hand braced alongside his and her bent knee in his other hand. Both his knees folded under her to slam against them for the best angle. In and out he glided smoothly with each stroke. Though he was cool against her she couldn’t stop the supernova of heat from surging inside her.
Reluctant to pull away she buried her face in his shoulder, accepting everything strange and wonderful about him. Crying out she collapsed and rocked harder those last few times before she felt him clutch her to his body.
"Grace," purred the Doctor. "How are you feeling now?"
"Anything but scared of heights and open spaces Doctor," she answered, sitting up.
His fond smile and half closed eyes made her chuckle. Gingerly she disentangled herself from him very conscious of his green velvet coat under her bare bottom. She quickly moved off onto the floor only to have him pull her onto his lap.
"Let's relocate somewhere more comfortable," he urged, scooping her up.
She let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly carried her deeper into the TARDIS. The doors to the vista outside clanged shut. With an elbow he pushed the lever for dematerialization down.
***
Grace was certain that she had the most vivid dream of dreams. She opened her eyes while lying on her side in a very comfortable bed. It was her bed wasn't it? What convinced her it wasn't was the presence of the disrupted sheets to her side, and the presence of silk between her and the soft light blue sheets.
Yes, it was her nightgown. A bit low cut showing more of her bust than she would in private but it was a gift that one of her friends gave her for her 'mystery' man. Rolling over she grabbed a note on the pillow next to hers. "Meet you for breakfast," the note read, written in elaborate but rather sloppy handwriting.
Intrigued, the cardiologist slid out of bed and glanced around. Sunlight shone through the large windows covered with velvet curtains. Across a chair was draped her bathrobe so she grabbed it and pulled it on.
Through the wooden door she passed, entering a familiar corridor lit with lights among the rafters. Once she reached the central console area she spotted the candlelit living area next to the bright doorway leading to the kitchen she had seen last night. The scattered pile of clothes she recalled leaving behind was gone, but the sound of someone singing filled the large museum like chamber.
"Doctor?" Grace called out, standing on the threshold of the kitchen. Wonderful aroma of tea, honey, lemon, and baked goods filled the air.
"Grace, Grace, Grace, good morning," hummed the Doctor as he turned around. She saw that his green coat was hanging up on one of the hooks on the wall. A white apron covered his clothes, dusted a bit with flour.
Arms extended towards he he beckoned her inside. Grace shyly stepped into the bright area complete with a large central island near a dining room table surrounded by four chairs. Already two places were set with floral China cups, plate, and saucers. Gold and silver toned pots and skillets hung in a square rack overtop the island piled with ingredients.
What further surprised and delighted her was the chair he pulled out and the plate he set in front of her. Multiple breakfast foods to tempt her palate. She stammered, "Good lord, how am I going to eat this all?'
"Bon appetite," he purred, pouring her tea. "Since the tea last night went cold..."
Not sure of where to start she picked the fruit salad at random while he removed his apron and sat across from her. Grace was certain she saw him watching her chew. Anxious blue eyes watched for her appraisal, then gleamed when she nodded and hummed, "Mmmmm this is delicious! Did Julia Child teach you how to cook?"
"Actually I learned in many different places around the world, not the least of all France, Italy, Chelonia, gastronomica, New Lowell City," he ticked off places on his fingers, beaming of amusement.
Ravenous she dug into the food piled on her plate. Each watched the other chewing mouthful after mouthful of the feast, but were regarding each other with silent shyness.
Once she had finished her first place the Doctor sprang to his feet, asking, "seconds?"
"Depends on what seconds you're asking for," the cardiologist blurted out nervously. She stood up and stepped forwards. Smiling with his blue eyes twinkling merrily, the Doctor pulled her into soft sweet kiss. Grace tasted cantaloupe, tea, and quiche on his lips that she coaxed gently open.
"More exploring I had hoped," the Doctor replied, tossing his head so his curls swung a bit. He raised his brows.
"I'll take more of both," she said eagerly, wrapping her arms around his waist. He settled his on her hips.
"Would you like to see some planets?" the Doctor then asked, grinning widely so she saw his lovely dimples. Grace beamed in reply, sure that this time she wouldn't cower in fear but walk with him hand in hand the next place.
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By Trynia Merin
Beta/ review by Nerdowl
Rating: M for m/f sex
Genre: romance
Summary: Grace agreed to a trip, but she is overwhelmed with all the exotic destinations. How does the Doctor show her heart not to beat in fear but in joy? Based on Prisoners of Time by Scott and David Tipton
A/n: this is based on the comic prisoners of time published by IDW, written by Scott and David Tipton, after the 8th doctor started taking Grace to different planets.
She felt him playing with the buttons on her blouse. Grace tipped her head back so he could kiss the smooth white skin. Underneath her bottom she felt the evidence of his own excitement. This time she smirked mischievously as she wriggled her bottom. “Grace… Be careful!” warned he with hitched breaths.
“I'm just looking for the most comfortable position,” she teased.
“Oh, you are, are you,” the Doctor replied. He chuckled softly as he reached down and unfastened her belt and the top button of her work pants. Surprised at his boldness Grace nodded. Had he learned a few things since they last parted?
She whispered, “It is your job to help me feel comfortable and at ease… When I'm traveling with you?”
“Grace, Grace, Grace, I can't always promise safety and comfort but I can try to help you enjoy the trip as I do,” the Doctor breathed into her ear.
"Help me take these off then,” she murmured, hazy blue eyes meeting his. He had to thank Benny for the inspiration, since he had imagined doing this. Reluctantly she got off his lap and stood up with his help. First he removed her shoes one by one before he peeled her pants down.
He urged her, “turn around and steady yourself on my shoulders, Grace…”
Surprised she did so, fingers resting on soft velvet. His teasing smile indicated he had met her challenge and pushed the limits. Far from the man who had accidentally kissed her he exuded more confidence. Now a bit shy about the white underwear with pink flowers she turned around again. He folded her pants neatly to her amusement. Golds, reds, and oranges cast their fairy light on her now bared legs revealing her in a literally different light. Swallowing, Grace sat on his lap again, steadying herself with a hand behind her that touched a bulge that caused him to gasp.
“Whoops,” Grace chuckled, rubbing it slightly. The small groans in her ear were delightful, added to the way he slid his hands down her front.
“Wait... wait... wait... wait... are you playing doctor with me?” he panted.
“I thought that's what you were doing,” she mocked back. “If you aren't careful it will be over before we start,” he warned.
Amusement twitched the corners of her mouth upward. She chuckled, “Been a while?”
“Actually a few months,” he confessed thinking about Bernice. Grace stood up once more, her face unreadable.
"Is that so?" she answered in an even tone. He winced, unable to read the emotion, but to his relief she reached down for his pants instead of storming off. She gave him a knowing smile saying, “You thought I'd be jealous?”
"Well yes,” he admitted with a nod, helping her sit next to him so she could unfasten his pants. Nimble surgeon fingers easily found the buckle of his belt beneath his waistcoat and the zipper.
“I am, but I'm happy you were with someone else for a bit,” she confessed. Amazingly she was so focused on removing his pants that she forgot her fear of heights.
“Do you want to continue here… Or…” asked the Doctor, reaching up to her, sure that this would inevitably lead to the same conclusion.
Grace's blue eyes twinkled merrily. She queried, “Did you ever meet Pavlov?”
“Indeed I did. Nice chap, loved his dogs,” he murmured, slipping off his green velvet coat.
"Then you know about associating two stimuli. Whenever I see a great drop, I want to associate it with something pleasant,” Grace murmured.
“Well, there are many pleasant stimuli,” the Doctor purred, helping her into his lap. “But you are a cardiologist, not a research psychologist.”
“The heart is part of the parasympathetic nervous system. And I want the fight or flight response to be different. That my heart will pound in something happy instead of fear,” said Grace.
Pulling her into a kiss, the Doctor obliged. She tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning softly. Behind him he spotted his coat, picked up Grace, then set her on it. At the same time she reached for his cravat he did so for her blouse buttons. Her fingers found a new destination between his legs with the measured touch of a doctor while his delved past the underwear and pulled it aside. Steady fingers eased their way into her body with firm strokes.
“Grace, are you certain you want to become intimate,” he panted.
“For a long time I have,” the cardiologist confessed. Smiling softly the Doctor pulled out his fingers and positioned himself. Grace urged him into a sitting position with a steady hand.
“Like this Doctor,” she whispered, lowering herself to sit in his lap. He let out a moan as he thrust up into her at long last.
“Grace, oh Grace,” he groaned, running his hands up and down her front. Those slick muscles clenched on him so tightly he judged she must have been ready for him for hours. Indeed he felt how wet she was.
"Oh Doctor…” cried out she, shaking and shivering. Rolling over on his side he thrust into her quickly with firm strokes that hit her percussively where Bernice told him to aim. His other hand parted and raised her legs.
"I want to see your face,” he requested, withdrawing and wincing at her gasp of protest.
Grace didn't complain for long because he thrust into her from the front and wrapped her leg around his hip. Half on his side she rocked into him with her hand braced alongside his and her bent knee in his other hand. Both his knees folded under her to slam against them for the best angle. In and out he glided smoothly with each stroke. Though he was cool against her she couldn’t stop the supernova of heat from surging inside her.
Reluctant to pull away she buried her face in his shoulder, accepting everything strange and wonderful about him. Crying out she collapsed and rocked harder those last few times before she felt him clutch her to his body.
"Grace," purred the Doctor. "How are you feeling now?"
"Anything but scared of heights and open spaces Doctor," she answered, sitting up.
His fond smile and half closed eyes made her chuckle. Gingerly she disentangled herself from him very conscious of his green velvet coat under her bare bottom. She quickly moved off onto the floor only to have him pull her onto his lap.
"Let's relocate somewhere more comfortable," he urged, scooping her up.
She let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly carried her deeper into the TARDIS. The doors to the vista outside clanged shut. With an elbow he pushed the lever for dematerialization down.
***
Grace was certain that she had the most vivid dream of dreams. She opened her eyes while lying on her side in a very comfortable bed. It was her bed wasn't it? What convinced her it wasn't was the presence of the disrupted sheets to her side, and the presence of silk between her and the soft light blue sheets.
Yes, it was her nightgown. A bit low cut showing more of her bust than she would in private but it was a gift that one of her friends gave her for her 'mystery' man. Rolling over she grabbed a note on the pillow next to hers. "Meet you for breakfast," the note read, written in elaborate but rather sloppy handwriting.
Intrigued, the cardiologist slid out of bed and glanced around. Sunlight shone through the large windows covered with velvet curtains. Across a chair was draped her bathrobe so she grabbed it and pulled it on.
Through the wooden door she passed, entering a familiar corridor lit with lights among the rafters. Once she reached the central console area she spotted the candlelit living area next to the bright doorway leading to the kitchen she had seen last night. The scattered pile of clothes she recalled leaving behind was gone, but the sound of someone singing filled the large museum like chamber.
"Doctor?" Grace called out, standing on the threshold of the kitchen. Wonderful aroma of tea, honey, lemon, and baked goods filled the air.
"Grace, Grace, Grace, good morning," hummed the Doctor as he turned around. She saw that his green coat was hanging up on one of the hooks on the wall. A white apron covered his clothes, dusted a bit with flour.
Arms extended towards he he beckoned her inside. Grace shyly stepped into the bright area complete with a large central island near a dining room table surrounded by four chairs. Already two places were set with floral China cups, plate, and saucers. Gold and silver toned pots and skillets hung in a square rack overtop the island piled with ingredients.
What further surprised and delighted her was the chair he pulled out and the plate he set in front of her. Multiple breakfast foods to tempt her palate. She stammered, "Good lord, how am I going to eat this all?'
"Bon appetite," he purred, pouring her tea. "Since the tea last night went cold..."
Not sure of where to start she picked the fruit salad at random while he removed his apron and sat across from her. Grace was certain she saw him watching her chew. Anxious blue eyes watched for her appraisal, then gleamed when she nodded and hummed, "Mmmmm this is delicious! Did Julia Child teach you how to cook?"
"Actually I learned in many different places around the world, not the least of all France, Italy, Chelonia, gastronomica, New Lowell City," he ticked off places on his fingers, beaming of amusement.
Ravenous she dug into the food piled on her plate. Each watched the other chewing mouthful after mouthful of the feast, but were regarding each other with silent shyness.
Once she had finished her first place the Doctor sprang to his feet, asking, "seconds?"
"Depends on what seconds you're asking for," the cardiologist blurted out nervously. She stood up and stepped forwards. Smiling with his blue eyes twinkling merrily, the Doctor pulled her into soft sweet kiss. Grace tasted cantaloupe, tea, and quiche on his lips that she coaxed gently open.
"More exploring I had hoped," the Doctor replied, tossing his head so his curls swung a bit. He raised his brows.
"I'll take more of both," she said eagerly, wrapping her arms around his waist. He settled his on her hips.
"Would you like to see some planets?" the Doctor then asked, grinning widely so she saw his lovely dimples. Grace beamed in reply, sure that this time she wouldn't cower in fear but walk with him hand in hand the next place.
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