THANTH Missing Scene: The Ties That Bind
Title: The Ties That Bind
Author: mtemplar
Characters: The Doctor (Tenth), Rose Tyler (mentioned), OC
Rating: Adult
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, (Mostly) Mental Non-Con
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: Thanks to nonlinearmusing for initial read-throughs and suggestions. Grammar and formatting has been very helpfully beta'ed by brit_columbia; general content/grammar has been kindly betaed by platypus - thank you all so very much!
This is a missing scene that would have occured in 'Douze' in To Have And Not To Hold. You might be a bit lost without having read it. A link to the first chapter is here.
Summary: After his extraction, the Doctor is brought back to the recovery room... where Melina is waiting to put her plans into action.
"Here we are, gently... set him down gently," Sister Ohica ordered the six Sisters carrying the litter to where the bed had already been turned down in preparation. The litter was lowered slowly to the surface, revealing its pale, sheet-covered occupant. The Doctor was still shuddering, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, and Ohica tutted softly as the Sisters maneuvered the Time Lord in order to remove the linen from beneath him. Their task completed, the six Sisters were directed to the exit, just as Sister Lyra and Sister Melina entered, the latter carrying a basin containing a stoppered flask, sponges and two pitchers of steaming water.
"Where is the human female?" Ohica asked Lyra in a low voice. Melina, pretending she couldn't hear, busied herself pouring the amber-hued contents of the flask into the basin along with the contents of one pitcher, swirling them together with a finger to create a sudsy froth.
"She is in the bath," Lyra replied, a worried tone in her voice. "Is something wrong?"
"I am not sure," Ohica said, glancing over at the trembling figure in the bed. "He is not behaving as the others did. I do not know if it is because of the amount of artron that he has lost, but he is not resting peacefully."
"Shall I bring her here?" Lyra asked, watching Melina dump the sponge unceremoniously into the froth.
"I am not sure. Perhaps we should, as it would appear that they are indeed bonded, however superficially - " Ohica began, but was interrupted.
"That will not be necessary, High One," Melina said. "The other Time Lords all fell into a deep sleep after they were cleansed and cared for. Do not worry yourself, I am sure this one will be no different. I assure you that he will be made most comfortable."
"Very well," Ohica said as she moved toward to the door, Lyra in tow. "Sister Melina, I will be checking on the progress of the Elixir. Please inform me immediately of any change in the Doctor's status. Sister Lyra will return to assist you if you have need of her."
Melina nodded to Ohica. "Do not fear, High One. I will inform you of the slightest change." After returning Melina's gesture, Ohica exited with Lyra, leaving Melina alone with her charge.
After waiting a moment, Melina sighed. "Ah. I thought that they would never leave us," she said, addressing the unconscious occupant of the large bed. "Unfortunately, though" - she paused as she carefully climbed up on the mattress, the basin in her hands - "they are most concerned for you and will more than likely check in on us soon." She ran a finger over where the edge of the sheet met the Doctor's bare chest. "No matter. A little more waiting will only make the anticipation that much greater. After you have relaxed and Ohica and Lyra are satisfied with your recovery, I should be able to slip away from the elixir-making and I will have you. And in the meantime, I'll be able to acquaint myself with your lovely body, and your unshielded mind. A half-human Time Lord... I'm most intrigued."
Bleary brown eyes fluttered open briefly to regard the Sister as she set the basin down and settled herself on the bed. They slid shut again as she began to clean his face and chest, murmuring nonsense to him as she did so. Wet fingers were pressed to his temple, and he hissed, his body going suddenly rigid.
"Shhhhhhh," Melina whispered to him, the press of her fingertips becoming a gentle massage. As the Time Lord slowly relaxed, she began to unfurl her senses, her questing tendrils probing through the unshielded, sparkling web of his mind. "You are so different from the others," she said quietly. "I find you most fascinating, indeed - but sadly, I do not have the time to properly appreciate your mind right now." The Doctor moaned, low and soft, and Melina couldn't resist the opportunity presented. She kissed him, delving deeply with her tongue to sweep along his. He tasted of flowers and honey - what remained of the soporific - and she licked greedily at his lips. The Doctor grimaced, turning his face from hers and and rolling up on one side, trying to toss his head to dislodge her grip.
"Oh no you don't, not just yet," Melina said as she pressed her fingers more firmly to his temple, moving the sponge that she clutched in her other hand to the Doctor's chest. He moaned again as the Sister continued to probe more deeply into his mind. "So many doors that are closed to me," Melina murmured. "So many things that you hide away, so very many secrets. It will be most entertaining to reveal each and every one, in time. And you will be powerless to resist." Melina smiled as she probed deeper. "Ah. Here it is, the most primitive portion of your Gallifreyan brain." She closed her eyes as she concentrated, seeking out the delicate thread of his bond within the web of his consciousness. "Where is it? You can't have hidden it if Lyra was able to see it. Perhaps she was mistaken... oh. No she wasn't - here it is." She lay down behind him on the bed, snaking her arm underneath his head to reposition her hold on his temple while she continued to move the sponge over his chest, occasionally dipping down beneath the sheet.
Concentrating again, Melina visualized the delicate, shimmering golden thread that indicated the Doctor's currently bonded status. It appeared quite fragile to her, much like the Time Lord in her embrace. She carefully brushed the thin thread with her consciousness, noting the sudden flicker of glimmering light emanating from the filament as the Doctor stiffened in her arms, a small squeak escaping him.
"Oh, you've got it bad," she murmured in his ear as she slowly dragged the soapy sponge over the crest of his hip. "The little human. You want her badly enough that you've gone and bonded yourself to her. You've made my task so much easier." She pressed the front of her body to his back and he whimpered as he was prevented from turning toward her while her touch continued to drift lower. "This bond has been in place for some time, and yet... " She trailed off, frowning as she continued her close examination of the tenuous thread, the occupant of her embrace moaning pitifully. "It is unconsummated. The human didn't know, did she? How you would prostrate yourself before her?"
Withdrawing the sponge from beneath the sheet and dropping it back into the basin, Melina carefully disengaged herself from the Doctor's side, her fingers slipping from his temple, and he sighed with relief, rolling onto his back. Positioning herself astride his sheeted hips, she regarded him quizzically as he sank back into the bedding, panting heavily. "So many secrets. Why would you not tell her? Were you afraid that she would reject you?"
Melina didn't ponder the question for long, as the Doctor squirmed beneath her, his moans increasing in volume even as he tried to stifle them. A slow smile spread across her face as realization struck her. "You've had a bit too much of the soporific, haven't you? Such a state you've worked yourself into." She fingered the hem of the sheet as the Doctor groaned loudly. "You want your bondmate. And I can take care of that for you."
She leaned forward to kiss him, catching him mid-groan and sliding her tongue possessively between his lips while pressing her fingers to his temples again. Breaking the kiss, she ignored his clutching hands as she concentrated on relocating the bond deep within his mind. It was a bit easier the second time around, and the Doctor gasped as she gently caressed the fragile thread with her consciousness.
"Please... n-no... " the Doctor stammered as Melina continued to toy with the bond. "You musn't...."
"I'm afraid I have to disagree. I find you quite irresistible. I think I would want you even without all of that precious artron." Melina leered at him, taking in his heaving chest and flushed skin. "You do talk too much, though." She kissed him softly and sat up, releasing her hold on him. Her hands moved to the pouch at her waist and slowly withdrew a length of maroon silk decorated with a swirled pattern. Unfurling it carefully, she reached down to where she straddled him and fondled his still sheet-covered cock. When the Doctor gasped at the sensation, Melina took the opportunity to slip the tie between his lips, quickly wrapping the ends around his head and knotting them together. "I prefer you not to talk while I try to concentrate," she murmured, smiling at her handiwork.
The Doctor's eyes fluttered again, and he tried to bring his hands up to pull at Melina's makeshift gag, but she moved in again to press her fingertips to his temples. "I bind thee to myself, Time Lord," she intoned as she sought out his existing bond once more. A taut, silvery cord appeared alongside it, dull in appearance next to the faint glittery glow of the more delicate true bond. Melina extended the tendrils of her consciousness deep into the Doctor's mind, grinning as the silvery cord appeared to overlap, then overwhelm the other bond as it solidified into position. Brushing at it slightly, she was pleased with the strangled cry it produced from her captive. She traced over it again softly, and the Doctor whimpered beneath her as his body arched against hers.
Sitting up, Melina released her grip on his temples and he gasped, slumping back to the mattress with a breathy exhalation. She undid the knot of the gag and slipped it from his mouth, folding it and returning it to the pouch at her waist as the Doctor raised one shaking hand to her. "I'm right here," she murmured as she moved closer. "I know your senses are still blocked and you probably aren't able to understand, but I won't leave you as so many of your companions have done. So many painful goodbyes for you... but no longer." After dropping a quick kiss to his parted lips, she traced her fingers over his cheek and he clung to her, trying to bury his face in her robes. "That's right. I am your bonded partner. And I fully intend to consummate this bond with you... but Lyra's return is imminent. I'll leave you with something to remember me with... to help you anticipate my return."
She lay down beside him and he turned to her immediately, trying to curl up to her chest. After smoothing his fringe away from his damp forehead, she gazed at him appreciatively. "Look at you. You're so beautiful like this. Completely submissive to my will and utterly delightful. How long has it been for you?" Placing her fingers on his temple, she closed her eyes and again visualized the bond. She trailed her consciousness along it in a phantom caress and then squeezed.
The effect on him was dramatic - his body going rigid in her hold, his arms flailing helplessly. Melina relaxed her mental hold on him and stroked gently at his temple. "Shhhhhh. It's ok," she murmured to him as he began to tremble in her arms. "In time, you will be bonded only to me. I'll be able to see all of your innermost thoughts and feelings... all of your secret desires. I can give you all that you will ever need... "
She was cut off as he kissed her, soft and wet, before curling his body to hers. Melina smiled, touching a finger to her lower lip. "Oh, you make it so, so hard to leave... but I will be missed if I stay any longer. And Lyra is coming at this very moment to check on you." She kissed him softly, and after disentangling her limbs from his, got up from the bed, transferring the basin to the wooden stand by the bed to retrieve later. After moving to the exit, she lingered briefly in the doorway. "I will return as soon as I finish my work with Valna. Wait for me, my love."
With a soft click of the door behind her, Melina exited, leaving the Doctor curled up in the center of the bed, alone and shivering.
Author: mtemplar
Characters: The Doctor (Tenth), Rose Tyler (mentioned), OC
Rating: Adult
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, (Mostly) Mental Non-Con
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: Thanks to nonlinearmusing for initial read-throughs and suggestions. Grammar and formatting has been very helpfully beta'ed by brit_columbia; general content/grammar has been kindly betaed by platypus - thank you all so very much!
This is a missing scene that would have occured in 'Douze' in To Have And Not To Hold. You might be a bit lost without having read it. A link to the first chapter is here.
Summary: After his extraction, the Doctor is brought back to the recovery room... where Melina is waiting to put her plans into action.
"Here we are, gently... set him down gently," Sister Ohica ordered the six Sisters carrying the litter to where the bed had already been turned down in preparation. The litter was lowered slowly to the surface, revealing its pale, sheet-covered occupant. The Doctor was still shuddering, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, and Ohica tutted softly as the Sisters maneuvered the Time Lord in order to remove the linen from beneath him. Their task completed, the six Sisters were directed to the exit, just as Sister Lyra and Sister Melina entered, the latter carrying a basin containing a stoppered flask, sponges and two pitchers of steaming water.
"Where is the human female?" Ohica asked Lyra in a low voice. Melina, pretending she couldn't hear, busied herself pouring the amber-hued contents of the flask into the basin along with the contents of one pitcher, swirling them together with a finger to create a sudsy froth.
"She is in the bath," Lyra replied, a worried tone in her voice. "Is something wrong?"
"I am not sure," Ohica said, glancing over at the trembling figure in the bed. "He is not behaving as the others did. I do not know if it is because of the amount of artron that he has lost, but he is not resting peacefully."
"Shall I bring her here?" Lyra asked, watching Melina dump the sponge unceremoniously into the froth.
"I am not sure. Perhaps we should, as it would appear that they are indeed bonded, however superficially - " Ohica began, but was interrupted.
"That will not be necessary, High One," Melina said. "The other Time Lords all fell into a deep sleep after they were cleansed and cared for. Do not worry yourself, I am sure this one will be no different. I assure you that he will be made most comfortable."
"Very well," Ohica said as she moved toward to the door, Lyra in tow. "Sister Melina, I will be checking on the progress of the Elixir. Please inform me immediately of any change in the Doctor's status. Sister Lyra will return to assist you if you have need of her."
Melina nodded to Ohica. "Do not fear, High One. I will inform you of the slightest change." After returning Melina's gesture, Ohica exited with Lyra, leaving Melina alone with her charge.
After waiting a moment, Melina sighed. "Ah. I thought that they would never leave us," she said, addressing the unconscious occupant of the large bed. "Unfortunately, though" - she paused as she carefully climbed up on the mattress, the basin in her hands - "they are most concerned for you and will more than likely check in on us soon." She ran a finger over where the edge of the sheet met the Doctor's bare chest. "No matter. A little more waiting will only make the anticipation that much greater. After you have relaxed and Ohica and Lyra are satisfied with your recovery, I should be able to slip away from the elixir-making and I will have you. And in the meantime, I'll be able to acquaint myself with your lovely body, and your unshielded mind. A half-human Time Lord... I'm most intrigued."
Bleary brown eyes fluttered open briefly to regard the Sister as she set the basin down and settled herself on the bed. They slid shut again as she began to clean his face and chest, murmuring nonsense to him as she did so. Wet fingers were pressed to his temple, and he hissed, his body going suddenly rigid.
"Shhhhhhh," Melina whispered to him, the press of her fingertips becoming a gentle massage. As the Time Lord slowly relaxed, she began to unfurl her senses, her questing tendrils probing through the unshielded, sparkling web of his mind. "You are so different from the others," she said quietly. "I find you most fascinating, indeed - but sadly, I do not have the time to properly appreciate your mind right now." The Doctor moaned, low and soft, and Melina couldn't resist the opportunity presented. She kissed him, delving deeply with her tongue to sweep along his. He tasted of flowers and honey - what remained of the soporific - and she licked greedily at his lips. The Doctor grimaced, turning his face from hers and and rolling up on one side, trying to toss his head to dislodge her grip.
"Oh no you don't, not just yet," Melina said as she pressed her fingers more firmly to his temple, moving the sponge that she clutched in her other hand to the Doctor's chest. He moaned again as the Sister continued to probe more deeply into his mind. "So many doors that are closed to me," Melina murmured. "So many things that you hide away, so very many secrets. It will be most entertaining to reveal each and every one, in time. And you will be powerless to resist." Melina smiled as she probed deeper. "Ah. Here it is, the most primitive portion of your Gallifreyan brain." She closed her eyes as she concentrated, seeking out the delicate thread of his bond within the web of his consciousness. "Where is it? You can't have hidden it if Lyra was able to see it. Perhaps she was mistaken... oh. No she wasn't - here it is." She lay down behind him on the bed, snaking her arm underneath his head to reposition her hold on his temple while she continued to move the sponge over his chest, occasionally dipping down beneath the sheet.
Concentrating again, Melina visualized the delicate, shimmering golden thread that indicated the Doctor's currently bonded status. It appeared quite fragile to her, much like the Time Lord in her embrace. She carefully brushed the thin thread with her consciousness, noting the sudden flicker of glimmering light emanating from the filament as the Doctor stiffened in her arms, a small squeak escaping him.
"Oh, you've got it bad," she murmured in his ear as she slowly dragged the soapy sponge over the crest of his hip. "The little human. You want her badly enough that you've gone and bonded yourself to her. You've made my task so much easier." She pressed the front of her body to his back and he whimpered as he was prevented from turning toward her while her touch continued to drift lower. "This bond has been in place for some time, and yet... " She trailed off, frowning as she continued her close examination of the tenuous thread, the occupant of her embrace moaning pitifully. "It is unconsummated. The human didn't know, did she? How you would prostrate yourself before her?"
Withdrawing the sponge from beneath the sheet and dropping it back into the basin, Melina carefully disengaged herself from the Doctor's side, her fingers slipping from his temple, and he sighed with relief, rolling onto his back. Positioning herself astride his sheeted hips, she regarded him quizzically as he sank back into the bedding, panting heavily. "So many secrets. Why would you not tell her? Were you afraid that she would reject you?"
Melina didn't ponder the question for long, as the Doctor squirmed beneath her, his moans increasing in volume even as he tried to stifle them. A slow smile spread across her face as realization struck her. "You've had a bit too much of the soporific, haven't you? Such a state you've worked yourself into." She fingered the hem of the sheet as the Doctor groaned loudly. "You want your bondmate. And I can take care of that for you."
She leaned forward to kiss him, catching him mid-groan and sliding her tongue possessively between his lips while pressing her fingers to his temples again. Breaking the kiss, she ignored his clutching hands as she concentrated on relocating the bond deep within his mind. It was a bit easier the second time around, and the Doctor gasped as she gently caressed the fragile thread with her consciousness.
"Please... n-no... " the Doctor stammered as Melina continued to toy with the bond. "You musn't...."
"I'm afraid I have to disagree. I find you quite irresistible. I think I would want you even without all of that precious artron." Melina leered at him, taking in his heaving chest and flushed skin. "You do talk too much, though." She kissed him softly and sat up, releasing her hold on him. Her hands moved to the pouch at her waist and slowly withdrew a length of maroon silk decorated with a swirled pattern. Unfurling it carefully, she reached down to where she straddled him and fondled his still sheet-covered cock. When the Doctor gasped at the sensation, Melina took the opportunity to slip the tie between his lips, quickly wrapping the ends around his head and knotting them together. "I prefer you not to talk while I try to concentrate," she murmured, smiling at her handiwork.
The Doctor's eyes fluttered again, and he tried to bring his hands up to pull at Melina's makeshift gag, but she moved in again to press her fingertips to his temples. "I bind thee to myself, Time Lord," she intoned as she sought out his existing bond once more. A taut, silvery cord appeared alongside it, dull in appearance next to the faint glittery glow of the more delicate true bond. Melina extended the tendrils of her consciousness deep into the Doctor's mind, grinning as the silvery cord appeared to overlap, then overwhelm the other bond as it solidified into position. Brushing at it slightly, she was pleased with the strangled cry it produced from her captive. She traced over it again softly, and the Doctor whimpered beneath her as his body arched against hers.
Sitting up, Melina released her grip on his temples and he gasped, slumping back to the mattress with a breathy exhalation. She undid the knot of the gag and slipped it from his mouth, folding it and returning it to the pouch at her waist as the Doctor raised one shaking hand to her. "I'm right here," she murmured as she moved closer. "I know your senses are still blocked and you probably aren't able to understand, but I won't leave you as so many of your companions have done. So many painful goodbyes for you... but no longer." After dropping a quick kiss to his parted lips, she traced her fingers over his cheek and he clung to her, trying to bury his face in her robes. "That's right. I am your bonded partner. And I fully intend to consummate this bond with you... but Lyra's return is imminent. I'll leave you with something to remember me with... to help you anticipate my return."
She lay down beside him and he turned to her immediately, trying to curl up to her chest. After smoothing his fringe away from his damp forehead, she gazed at him appreciatively. "Look at you. You're so beautiful like this. Completely submissive to my will and utterly delightful. How long has it been for you?" Placing her fingers on his temple, she closed her eyes and again visualized the bond. She trailed her consciousness along it in a phantom caress and then squeezed.
The effect on him was dramatic - his body going rigid in her hold, his arms flailing helplessly. Melina relaxed her mental hold on him and stroked gently at his temple. "Shhhhhh. It's ok," she murmured to him as he began to tremble in her arms. "In time, you will be bonded only to me. I'll be able to see all of your innermost thoughts and feelings... all of your secret desires. I can give you all that you will ever need... "
She was cut off as he kissed her, soft and wet, before curling his body to hers. Melina smiled, touching a finger to her lower lip. "Oh, you make it so, so hard to leave... but I will be missed if I stay any longer. And Lyra is coming at this very moment to check on you." She kissed him softly, and after disentangling her limbs from his, got up from the bed, transferring the basin to the wooden stand by the bed to retrieve later. After moving to the exit, she lingered briefly in the doorway. "I will return as soon as I finish my work with Valna. Wait for me, my love."
With a soft click of the door behind her, Melina exited, leaving the Doctor curled up in the center of the bed, alone and shivering.