Fic. The Pleasure Room (1/1)
Authors Notes: ...for Wiggiemomsi, because she begged asked nicely (here you are love, hope this meets with your approval...*smirks*
Caution: may cause Spontaneous Fangirl Combustion - you have been warned!
Contains BDSM - if this squicks you, then you shouldn’t read this. Everyone else...enjoy!
The Pleasure Room
The Doctor grinned. It was a particularly feral grin. A dark, almost primal grin. The grin of a man who was about to get exactly what he wanted...and it made Rose nibble nervously at her lip. Nothing good happened when he looked like that. There was a hint of the Oncoming Storm in his eyes...and it was aimed directly at her.
“So.” He leaned back, resting against the coral strut behind him, folded his arms across his chest, the leather jacket creaking in protest, and looked through piercing blue hooded eyes at the now visibly trembling young human in front of him.
“ ‘m sorry.” Rose muttered, the small nervous smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. She nibbled at her lip again and glanced away from the grinning alien in front of her. “Really. I am. I didn’t mean...”
The Doctor cut across her halting apology, his voice growling, rough, dark, insistent; the deeper than usual timbre making her shiver unconsciously.
“Rose.”
She watched with wide eyes as he pushed himself away from the coral strut behind him and held out his hand, the look on his face and in his eyes disconcerting her; she had never seen him like this. She knew she shouldn’t have wandered as far away from him as she had in that market, and had expected him to say as much at the time, but his only response when she was brought to him was a withering glance, which seemed to her to indicate that she had been a stupid ape once again. She wasn’t sure why he was wanting to take her hand...she only knew hers was fighting to be held. She stepped forward and placed her hand in his, where it belonged.
He watched the emotions playing across her face as he held out his hand. He knew she would take it - she always did. She trusted him completely - and it was that he was now going to put to the test. He loved her with all he was, and he was sure she felt something similar. He also knew that she wanted him physically; he had taken to wandering the corridor where her room was at night, listening for the tell-tale sounds that made him burn for her and the scent of her arousal as she pleasured herself. He wondered what she thought about as she did so...and decided he would find out one way or another. The visit to this planet provided the means and he had picked up what he needed the day before. Installing the device was easy. Last night’s sleep period had provided the answers he was seeking...and they were more than he could possibly have hoped for.
His little ape had a very kinky streak in her fantasies and dreams...and he had a matching one in reality. Now it was time for Rose to realise every last one of them...and he had just the place for that to happen. His grin faded and was replaced by a look of pure unrestrained hunger. He looked down at his companion as she placed her hand trustingly in his. A delicious shiver travelled down his spine and lodged in his groin as he saw her uncertainty. It was time.
“Come with me?” His voice was guttural, dark, and hoarse.
“Always.” Her reply was whispered, hesitant, not the confident answer he usually received to that particular question. She was nervous.
As he gently tugged on her hand, urging her to follow him, he could smell the adrenaline coursing through her body, her confusion warring with her imagination. He so badly wanted to taste her skin, to taste all that life pulsing through her veins, which had the effect of ratcheting up his arousal and making his jeans uncomfortably tight. He stopped suddenly, causing her to collide with him. His nostrils flared as the faint hint of human female arousal hit his olfactory receptors. He grinned and turned to face her.
“Do you trust me? Trust me not to hurt you?”
“Of course I do. Why?” she answered him without hesitation.
His eyes suddenly became fierce, burning with a strange light she did not recognise.
“You’ll see.” His voice had deepened again, and she felt herself shiver at the dark promise held in its tone.
He began to move again, and she moved with him, not knowing where he was taking her. He stopped outside a door she did not recognise. A heavy dark wooden door, with large metal hinges, studded with metal symbols she recognised as being similar to the ones on the post-it notes stuck to the console. There was a large key in the lock, and the Doctor reached out and turned it, a loud thunk signalling that it was now open, and placed his hand on the metal doorknob. He spoke without looking at her.
“This room is a special room, reserved for special people; it contains some of my favourite items of pleasure. No-one but me has been in here before now, Rose Tyler. What you find behind this door may shock you, but I promise none of it will hurt you. Do you believe me? Will you join me in this room? Before you answer those questions, there are some rules. One, you will only speak when spoken to directly. Two, you will remain where I place you, unless I say you can move. Three, you will do exactly as I say, even if it sounds strange or perverted. This is me, Rose. I am alien, and now you’re about to find out just how different we are. Do you agree to this, Rose Tyler?”
Rose stood stock still, a little shocked by what he was implying. She was no prude, and had some rather kinky ideas herself, but this...this was way out of her comfort zone. But she trusted him not to hurt her, and admitted to herself that just the idea of what was behind that door excited her a little. It seemed her Doctor was a bit of a control freak...which, now she thought about it, seemed to make perfect sense, with the dark brooding thing he had going on. She liked his dark brooding thing. She realised she had already made up her mind.
“Yes, I believe you, and yes, I will join you in this room.” She squeezed his hand to reinforce her agreement. He finally turned his face to hers, a dark but warm smile gracing his angular features.
“Thank you, Rose Tyler. Fantastic!” He pushed open the door.
To say she was totally gobsmacked was an understatement. As he pulled her into the room and closed the door behind her, she looked around at what appeared to be, to all intents and purposes, a fully functional dungeon, complete with medieval equipment. Her jaw almost hit the floor in astonishment, but she remembered what he had said about speaking, and held her tongue.
The Doctor watched her as her wide eyes took in the room, and almost grinned when he saw her clamp her mouth shut to prevent herself from speaking. He watched her visibly shiver in the cool air of the room and his olfactory receptors were swamped by the scent of the adrenaline and pheromones now coursing through her veins. He felt himself harden. Now it was time to begin.
“Step into the centre of the room, and remove all clothing except for your knickers.” he demanded, his arms folded across his leather jacket, his expression hard and uncompromising. His eyes, though, held a gleam of lust, and something else. Something that made her eyes widen, and her breath catch in her throat.
She thought she saw love there, hidden behind the lust...but she couldn’t be sure. She stepped into the centre of the room, and began to methodically remove her clothes, dropping each item to the floor as she took it off, until she stood before him clad only in a pair of black silk French knickers, gazing at the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, her nipples hard and pebbled in the cool air. She heard him approach and stop in front of her, then felt his fingers grab her chin, raising her head until she looked him in the eyes.
“Look. At. Me.” he said forcefully, as he stepped away from her and began to shed his own clothes. The thunk of his jacket hitting the floor made her tremble, and she watched him pull his jumper over his head, revealing his broad chest, having to clench her fists and bite her lip to stop herself from moving to him and running her hands across it, and mouthing the perfect little nubs almost hidden by the smattering of brown hair. Her gaze travelled the length of his torso, following the trail of hair down past his navel and into the hidden depths of his jeans. As his hands flicked open the button and slowly pulled down the zip, she shivered as the rasp skittered across her now sensitive eardrums, and had to swallow as her mouth dried in anticipation. She heard him toe of his boots, and then he was sliding his jeans off, down his muscular thighs, allowing them to drop to the floor at his feet before kicking them away. She was physically unable to drag in a breath at the sight before her, and her heart stuttered. His light grey boxers were so tight she would swear later she could see every pulsing vein in his not- insubstantial cock, and the small darker damp patch she could see almost had her groaning.
“Raise your arms.” he said quietly as he moved stealthily towards her, like a lion stalking its prey.
As she did as he told her, he felt himself grow harder than he had ever been before. God, she was gorgeous, his Rose, and he allowed himself the luxury of viewing her as he had always wanted to do, his eyes lingering over her perfectly sized breasts, each of which appeared to be the perfect handful; down to the dip of her waist, accentuated by the pose; over the flare of her hips, and the push of her pubic hair against the soft black silk of her knickers, before trailing down her long toned legs. He stepped around behind her and continued his appreciation of her form as he barely restrained the urge to nibble at the pert rounded cheeks of her delectable little arse. He reached up to the chains above her, the leather cuffs swinging as he pulled each one to her wrists and fastened them, the chain jangling as he did. He was beginning to sweat now, something that rarely happened to him, and which signalled his complete arousal as his body temperature rose, becoming more comparable with hers, and as he moved to her front again, he trailed his hand across her back and around to her ribs, smiling to himself as she shook with the effects of his touch. He bent his head and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, plundering her mouth and not allowing her to reciprocate, before pulling back swiftly and grabbing the elastic of her knickers. A dark, feral grin appeared on his face as he ripped them from her, making her gasp in both shock and arousal, and he noted how wet the crotch was, bringing it to his face and sucking the moisture from it before casting the torn silk to the corner of the room.
Rose was, by now, almost incoherent. She could hardly string a few words together in her head, and what the Doctor had just done had almost pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, and all he had done so far was kiss her. Having said that, it had been a mind-blowing kiss, and she had felt the wetness between her legs begin to slide down her thighs. When he had ripped off her knickers and sucked at the crotch, she had almost come just at the sight of him doing that. She really didn’t know what to expect next, but was sure she was going to come before he did much more. She gave up thinking when his cool mouth closed over her right nipple, and bit it before laving it with his tongue, and moaned. He stopped.
“You can moan, or groan, or make other appropriate noises, Rose.” He returned to her nipple, and began to suckle hard, sending bolts of fire straight to her womb, hi hand mimicking the actions on her other side, pulling and pinching the nipple, before transferring his mouth to it. Now his hand was travelling down, across her stomach towards her now damp curls, and she began to pant as her muscles contracted at the feel of his calloused fingers across her sensitive skin. He pushed his fingers through her curls, searching for the pert little nub hiding there, flicking it with his thumb as his fingers found the source of the slipperiness they were now coated in. Rose’s legs trembled as he urged her legs apart and without ceremony thrust two of his long fingers deep inside her. That was enough to make her come around them, grasping and relaxing as she screamed out her release, the sound echoing around the room and masking the Doctor’s own groan.
That scream was his undoing. He couldn’t wait any longer and ripped off his own boxers, flinging the tattered remains behind him as he stepped forward and pressed his body against hers. He grabbed her arse cheeks, and lifted her, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, perfectly positioning himself. He paused and looked into he dazed eyes, before nodding slightly and pushing himself deep inside her. He had to stop and drag in a breath then, respiratory bypass be damned, as the heat and wetness of her threatened to completely overwhelm his senses. Bringing himself under some semblance of control, he began to thrust shallowly in and out of her, his stomach clenching as she threw her head back and groaned at the feel of him filling her, then whimpering as she was unable to gain any leverage to thrust herself against him. Oh, but he loved that his little ape wanted to give as good as she got. He would have expected no less from her. He continued to watch her as he thrust now in earnest, feeling his release climbing to explosive levels as her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he felt the tell-tale signs of her approaching climax, the quivering of her internal muscles signalling that she was close. It was going to be a close-run thing as to who would come first, but he was bound and determined that she would come again around him before he cam himself.
Three fierce hard thrusts sent her spiralling out of control and into the hardest, most prolonged orgasm she had ever had, and the grunts of the Doctor as he followed her into it almost caused her to see stars behind her eyelids. She screamed again through a now hoarse throat, a scream that was matched by the Doctor as he clutched her tightly to him and shuddered through his climax. He lowered his head to her shoulder and tried to remember how to breathe. He had never felt anything quite as intense as that, and he had done a fair bit of dancing in his long, long, life. He raised his head, looked into the dazed eyes of his lover, and grinned hugely. God, how he loved this woman.
“Alright there?” he asked her softly.
Rose just looked at him, still trembling from the effects of what they had just done.
“’S okay, Rose. You can speak now.”
Her mouth was dry, and her voice was shaky as she breathlessly tried to articulate how she felt.
“God. I’m...yeah...I mean...bloody hell!” she grinned like a demon back at him. “That was...that was...”
“Yeah. It was.” He let her legs drop from his waist, and made sure she could stand before reaching up, undoing the cuffs, and gathering her close, pressing kisses to her damp hair. “Thank you, Rose.”
Rose smiled against his chest, and whispered against his thundering left heart,
“Do you know how much I love you?”
He shook with the force of the emotion held in that whisper, both his hearts stuttering in his chest as he finally admitted his feelings for the fantastic human woman he held in his arms.
“Funny that...I really didn’t until now.” He dragged in a shuddering breath before continuing, “I love you too, Rose Tyler. Always.”
As she placed a kiss over each of his hearts, he picked her up and carried her from the room, heading down the corridor to his bedroom and placing her gently on his bed.
“I like your bed, Doctor.”
“It’s our bed now.” he growled as he slowly made his way towards said bed, leering at the naked woman who had captured his hearts for the rest of Time.
Caution: may cause Spontaneous Fangirl Combustion - you have been warned!
Contains BDSM - if this squicks you, then you shouldn’t read this. Everyone else...enjoy!
The Pleasure Room
The Doctor grinned. It was a particularly feral grin. A dark, almost primal grin. The grin of a man who was about to get exactly what he wanted...and it made Rose nibble nervously at her lip. Nothing good happened when he looked like that. There was a hint of the Oncoming Storm in his eyes...and it was aimed directly at her.
“So.” He leaned back, resting against the coral strut behind him, folded his arms across his chest, the leather jacket creaking in protest, and looked through piercing blue hooded eyes at the now visibly trembling young human in front of him.
“ ‘m sorry.” Rose muttered, the small nervous smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. She nibbled at her lip again and glanced away from the grinning alien in front of her. “Really. I am. I didn’t mean...”
The Doctor cut across her halting apology, his voice growling, rough, dark, insistent; the deeper than usual timbre making her shiver unconsciously.
“Rose.”
She watched with wide eyes as he pushed himself away from the coral strut behind him and held out his hand, the look on his face and in his eyes disconcerting her; she had never seen him like this. She knew she shouldn’t have wandered as far away from him as she had in that market, and had expected him to say as much at the time, but his only response when she was brought to him was a withering glance, which seemed to her to indicate that she had been a stupid ape once again. She wasn’t sure why he was wanting to take her hand...she only knew hers was fighting to be held. She stepped forward and placed her hand in his, where it belonged.
He watched the emotions playing across her face as he held out his hand. He knew she would take it - she always did. She trusted him completely - and it was that he was now going to put to the test. He loved her with all he was, and he was sure she felt something similar. He also knew that she wanted him physically; he had taken to wandering the corridor where her room was at night, listening for the tell-tale sounds that made him burn for her and the scent of her arousal as she pleasured herself. He wondered what she thought about as she did so...and decided he would find out one way or another. The visit to this planet provided the means and he had picked up what he needed the day before. Installing the device was easy. Last night’s sleep period had provided the answers he was seeking...and they were more than he could possibly have hoped for.
His little ape had a very kinky streak in her fantasies and dreams...and he had a matching one in reality. Now it was time for Rose to realise every last one of them...and he had just the place for that to happen. His grin faded and was replaced by a look of pure unrestrained hunger. He looked down at his companion as she placed her hand trustingly in his. A delicious shiver travelled down his spine and lodged in his groin as he saw her uncertainty. It was time.
“Come with me?” His voice was guttural, dark, and hoarse.
“Always.” Her reply was whispered, hesitant, not the confident answer he usually received to that particular question. She was nervous.
As he gently tugged on her hand, urging her to follow him, he could smell the adrenaline coursing through her body, her confusion warring with her imagination. He so badly wanted to taste her skin, to taste all that life pulsing through her veins, which had the effect of ratcheting up his arousal and making his jeans uncomfortably tight. He stopped suddenly, causing her to collide with him. His nostrils flared as the faint hint of human female arousal hit his olfactory receptors. He grinned and turned to face her.
“Do you trust me? Trust me not to hurt you?”
“Of course I do. Why?” she answered him without hesitation.
His eyes suddenly became fierce, burning with a strange light she did not recognise.
“You’ll see.” His voice had deepened again, and she felt herself shiver at the dark promise held in its tone.
He began to move again, and she moved with him, not knowing where he was taking her. He stopped outside a door she did not recognise. A heavy dark wooden door, with large metal hinges, studded with metal symbols she recognised as being similar to the ones on the post-it notes stuck to the console. There was a large key in the lock, and the Doctor reached out and turned it, a loud thunk signalling that it was now open, and placed his hand on the metal doorknob. He spoke without looking at her.
“This room is a special room, reserved for special people; it contains some of my favourite items of pleasure. No-one but me has been in here before now, Rose Tyler. What you find behind this door may shock you, but I promise none of it will hurt you. Do you believe me? Will you join me in this room? Before you answer those questions, there are some rules. One, you will only speak when spoken to directly. Two, you will remain where I place you, unless I say you can move. Three, you will do exactly as I say, even if it sounds strange or perverted. This is me, Rose. I am alien, and now you’re about to find out just how different we are. Do you agree to this, Rose Tyler?”
Rose stood stock still, a little shocked by what he was implying. She was no prude, and had some rather kinky ideas herself, but this...this was way out of her comfort zone. But she trusted him not to hurt her, and admitted to herself that just the idea of what was behind that door excited her a little. It seemed her Doctor was a bit of a control freak...which, now she thought about it, seemed to make perfect sense, with the dark brooding thing he had going on. She liked his dark brooding thing. She realised she had already made up her mind.
“Yes, I believe you, and yes, I will join you in this room.” She squeezed his hand to reinforce her agreement. He finally turned his face to hers, a dark but warm smile gracing his angular features.
“Thank you, Rose Tyler. Fantastic!” He pushed open the door.
To say she was totally gobsmacked was an understatement. As he pulled her into the room and closed the door behind her, she looked around at what appeared to be, to all intents and purposes, a fully functional dungeon, complete with medieval equipment. Her jaw almost hit the floor in astonishment, but she remembered what he had said about speaking, and held her tongue.
The Doctor watched her as her wide eyes took in the room, and almost grinned when he saw her clamp her mouth shut to prevent herself from speaking. He watched her visibly shiver in the cool air of the room and his olfactory receptors were swamped by the scent of the adrenaline and pheromones now coursing through her veins. He felt himself harden. Now it was time to begin.
“Step into the centre of the room, and remove all clothing except for your knickers.” he demanded, his arms folded across his leather jacket, his expression hard and uncompromising. His eyes, though, held a gleam of lust, and something else. Something that made her eyes widen, and her breath catch in her throat.
She thought she saw love there, hidden behind the lust...but she couldn’t be sure. She stepped into the centre of the room, and began to methodically remove her clothes, dropping each item to the floor as she took it off, until she stood before him clad only in a pair of black silk French knickers, gazing at the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, her nipples hard and pebbled in the cool air. She heard him approach and stop in front of her, then felt his fingers grab her chin, raising her head until she looked him in the eyes.
“Look. At. Me.” he said forcefully, as he stepped away from her and began to shed his own clothes. The thunk of his jacket hitting the floor made her tremble, and she watched him pull his jumper over his head, revealing his broad chest, having to clench her fists and bite her lip to stop herself from moving to him and running her hands across it, and mouthing the perfect little nubs almost hidden by the smattering of brown hair. Her gaze travelled the length of his torso, following the trail of hair down past his navel and into the hidden depths of his jeans. As his hands flicked open the button and slowly pulled down the zip, she shivered as the rasp skittered across her now sensitive eardrums, and had to swallow as her mouth dried in anticipation. She heard him toe of his boots, and then he was sliding his jeans off, down his muscular thighs, allowing them to drop to the floor at his feet before kicking them away. She was physically unable to drag in a breath at the sight before her, and her heart stuttered. His light grey boxers were so tight she would swear later she could see every pulsing vein in his not- insubstantial cock, and the small darker damp patch she could see almost had her groaning.
“Raise your arms.” he said quietly as he moved stealthily towards her, like a lion stalking its prey.
As she did as he told her, he felt himself grow harder than he had ever been before. God, she was gorgeous, his Rose, and he allowed himself the luxury of viewing her as he had always wanted to do, his eyes lingering over her perfectly sized breasts, each of which appeared to be the perfect handful; down to the dip of her waist, accentuated by the pose; over the flare of her hips, and the push of her pubic hair against the soft black silk of her knickers, before trailing down her long toned legs. He stepped around behind her and continued his appreciation of her form as he barely restrained the urge to nibble at the pert rounded cheeks of her delectable little arse. He reached up to the chains above her, the leather cuffs swinging as he pulled each one to her wrists and fastened them, the chain jangling as he did. He was beginning to sweat now, something that rarely happened to him, and which signalled his complete arousal as his body temperature rose, becoming more comparable with hers, and as he moved to her front again, he trailed his hand across her back and around to her ribs, smiling to himself as she shook with the effects of his touch. He bent his head and took her mouth in a fierce kiss, plundering her mouth and not allowing her to reciprocate, before pulling back swiftly and grabbing the elastic of her knickers. A dark, feral grin appeared on his face as he ripped them from her, making her gasp in both shock and arousal, and he noted how wet the crotch was, bringing it to his face and sucking the moisture from it before casting the torn silk to the corner of the room.
Rose was, by now, almost incoherent. She could hardly string a few words together in her head, and what the Doctor had just done had almost pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, and all he had done so far was kiss her. Having said that, it had been a mind-blowing kiss, and she had felt the wetness between her legs begin to slide down her thighs. When he had ripped off her knickers and sucked at the crotch, she had almost come just at the sight of him doing that. She really didn’t know what to expect next, but was sure she was going to come before he did much more. She gave up thinking when his cool mouth closed over her right nipple, and bit it before laving it with his tongue, and moaned. He stopped.
“You can moan, or groan, or make other appropriate noises, Rose.” He returned to her nipple, and began to suckle hard, sending bolts of fire straight to her womb, hi hand mimicking the actions on her other side, pulling and pinching the nipple, before transferring his mouth to it. Now his hand was travelling down, across her stomach towards her now damp curls, and she began to pant as her muscles contracted at the feel of his calloused fingers across her sensitive skin. He pushed his fingers through her curls, searching for the pert little nub hiding there, flicking it with his thumb as his fingers found the source of the slipperiness they were now coated in. Rose’s legs trembled as he urged her legs apart and without ceremony thrust two of his long fingers deep inside her. That was enough to make her come around them, grasping and relaxing as she screamed out her release, the sound echoing around the room and masking the Doctor’s own groan.
That scream was his undoing. He couldn’t wait any longer and ripped off his own boxers, flinging the tattered remains behind him as he stepped forward and pressed his body against hers. He grabbed her arse cheeks, and lifted her, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, perfectly positioning himself. He paused and looked into he dazed eyes, before nodding slightly and pushing himself deep inside her. He had to stop and drag in a breath then, respiratory bypass be damned, as the heat and wetness of her threatened to completely overwhelm his senses. Bringing himself under some semblance of control, he began to thrust shallowly in and out of her, his stomach clenching as she threw her head back and groaned at the feel of him filling her, then whimpering as she was unable to gain any leverage to thrust herself against him. Oh, but he loved that his little ape wanted to give as good as she got. He would have expected no less from her. He continued to watch her as he thrust now in earnest, feeling his release climbing to explosive levels as her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he felt the tell-tale signs of her approaching climax, the quivering of her internal muscles signalling that she was close. It was going to be a close-run thing as to who would come first, but he was bound and determined that she would come again around him before he cam himself.
Three fierce hard thrusts sent her spiralling out of control and into the hardest, most prolonged orgasm she had ever had, and the grunts of the Doctor as he followed her into it almost caused her to see stars behind her eyelids. She screamed again through a now hoarse throat, a scream that was matched by the Doctor as he clutched her tightly to him and shuddered through his climax. He lowered his head to her shoulder and tried to remember how to breathe. He had never felt anything quite as intense as that, and he had done a fair bit of dancing in his long, long, life. He raised his head, looked into the dazed eyes of his lover, and grinned hugely. God, how he loved this woman.
“Alright there?” he asked her softly.
Rose just looked at him, still trembling from the effects of what they had just done.
“’S okay, Rose. You can speak now.”
Her mouth was dry, and her voice was shaky as she breathlessly tried to articulate how she felt.
“God. I’m...yeah...I mean...bloody hell!” she grinned like a demon back at him. “That was...that was...”
“Yeah. It was.” He let her legs drop from his waist, and made sure she could stand before reaching up, undoing the cuffs, and gathering her close, pressing kisses to her damp hair. “Thank you, Rose.”
Rose smiled against his chest, and whispered against his thundering left heart,
“Do you know how much I love you?”
He shook with the force of the emotion held in that whisper, both his hearts stuttering in his chest as he finally admitted his feelings for the fantastic human woman he held in his arms.
“Funny that...I really didn’t until now.” He dragged in a shuddering breath before continuing, “I love you too, Rose Tyler. Always.”
As she placed a kiss over each of his hearts, he picked her up and carried her from the room, heading down the corridor to his bedroom and placing her gently on his bed.
“I like your bed, Doctor.”
“It’s our bed now.” he growled as he slowly made his way towards said bed, leering at the naked woman who had captured his hearts for the rest of Time.