[fanfic] still catching up
"Jamie, what in Rassilon's name are you doing?"
The Doctor doesn't get a proper response for this, although he dearly wanted one - all he receives is a brief snort as if to say, 'You know very well.'
"Jamie." The Doctor stares forward as he feels Jamie's hands holding his hips tighter, feels the warmwet of a tongue tasting the spot behind his right earlobe. His cheeks begin to burn. "Jamie."
The tongue pulls away. "You said you were the Doctor." The Scottish accent is thick as ever, just as he remembers it. "I suppose you sort of feel like him. You shiver the same way." As if to illustrate this, he bends his head again so he can scrape his teeth playfully along the side of the Doctor's throat. The desired effect is gained.
"James Robert McCrimmon, I c- I came here to show you where the bathroom is." Because Jamie does need a good wash and change of clothes now that they've found him, two projects to which the Doctor is not actually going to be a part of in any way shape or form.
"It moved again?" Jamie almost sounds conversational. "Even the bloody kitchen never moves as much as the bathroom. I see the TARDIS hasn't changed." The Doctor registers something pressing flush against the small of his back just as Jamie begins to reach up with that lovely soot-stained hand, tug at the buttons of his shirt, and-
"Jamie, stop that this instant!"
And he actually does. "Why?" A beat. "Is that foreign lass gonna be upset?" The Scot's other hand keeps its grip on his hip, keeping him in place. Was he always this strong? "We never told Victoria or Zoe. But then, you weren't courting them. Are you courting Penny?"
"Peri."
"Aye, Peri."
"No."
"Well, then I don't see what the trouble is." And Jamie promptly goes back to the Doctor's neck, suddenly set on giving the poor man a hickey.
"Jamie!" It is already becoming obvious that he's losing his resolve. "J-Jamie. Jamie.
...oh, god, Jamie."