See Me In The Morning
Title: See Me In The Morning
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Astrid
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Voyage of the Damned trailer
Summary: A close encounter on the Titanic.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: In the Voyage of the Damned trailer released on the BBC's Adventure Calendar on December 16, the Doctor tells Astrid she should see him in the mornings and she says "OK." Here's what followed.
This fic is for domsbabygrl who's just finished her finals and has always been very encouraging about my fic writing. Happy Holidays hon!
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"You look good for 903 years old," Astrid said.
The Doctor spoke around a mouthful of food, "You should see me in the mornings."
"OK."
He looked up at her, just managing not to gape with a mouthful of food because that would be very rude, then swallowed. "OK?" he asked, not quite sure he'd heard right.
She nodded. "Yes."
Oh Rassilon, when would he ever learn to think before speaking? Remarks like that combined with this incarnation's good looks were always interpreted as a come-on, which inevitably led to disappointment. He screwed his eyes shut, trying not to think of Martha.
"Are you alright Doctor?" Astrid's voice cut through his anguish and he opened his eyes to see her looking at him in concern.
"Fine, fine," he answered, continuing to eat.
Eventually he realised he'd have to retire to his cabin, but he didn't know where it was since he had stowed away on board the ship instead of coming aboard in the usual manner. "Um - I've forgotten the way to my cabin," he said.
"That's OK, I can show you." Astrid stood up and moved past him to lead the way. He followed, chattering away in an attempt to not think about what might possibly happen next.
"Here you are." Astrid stopped outside a door marked 671 in red.
"Thank you." He opened the door and she followed him in. He swallowed hard and watched as she went straight to the corner cupboard and took out a bottle of whisky and two glasses.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" Astrid asked curiously.
"Oh yes, sorry." He looked about the cabin. Only one chair, so he'd have to sit on the bed. He sat down, pulling his bowtie undone.
Astrid offered him a glass of whisky, put the bottle down on the bedside locker, then sat down beside him. He took a hasty swallow of his drink, trying not to notice the way her knee and thigh were pressing against his, but whilst his eyes weren't looking, his brain was registering and so were other parts of his body. He took another quick mouthful of his whisky, but was too hasty in trying to swallow it and coughed violently, jerking his glass and splashing most of the remaining whisky onto his shirt.
"Oh dear!" Astrid slid off the bed, her thigh sliding along his leg, and hurried into the tiny adjoining bathroom, coming back with a wet hand towel. She immediately began mopping at his shirt.
"I think I need to take it off," he said nervously.
"I think so too." She began unbuttoning it deftly and the Doctor had a sudden flash of memory, of changing out of this outfit after that business with Lazarus. He'd been feeling giddy with glee because Martha had agreed to travel with him again. Rassilon, he had to stop thinking about Martha Jones - it wouldn't do any good to mope over her.
"You'll need to take your jacket off," Astrid said, again cutting through his thoughts and he realised she'd finished unbuttoning his shirt as far as the waistband of his trousers which he now noticed were feeling rather tighter than usual.
She knelt on the bed beside him and helped him out of his jacket, then pulled his bow tie free of his shirt collar, before helping him out of his shirt. Her hands were small and warm, her touches sure but gentle, and he felt himself hardening in response. He reached up a hand and cupped her cheek and she smiled, then leant forward to kiss him.
He responded hungrily and eagerly, pulling her closer. He was slightly startled when she climbed into his lap and began grinding herself against him, but his surprise was quickly lost in a haze of lust. He moaned into her mouth and when she pressed her breasts again his chest, he moaned again.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and reached behind her to unzip her dress, pushing it down off her shoulders. He then unclasped her bra and pushed that off as well before bending his head and latching onto one of her breasts. Then it was Astrid's turn to moan as he used his tongue and teeth to good effect.
The Doctor felt her heat growing against his erection and pulled away from her again to reach down and free his cock from his trousers. He lifted up her dress and reached underneath for her knickers, but his questing fingers found only bare skin.
"Naughty," he said hoarsely as he held her hips and lifted her up, positioning her entrance over his cock. She sank down onto his length and he fought the urge to come there and then: whilst he had a faster recovery time than humans, he didn't want to rush this encounter, it had been too long since he'd last indulged.
Astrid began to ride him hard, setting a fast rhythm that threatened to undo his resolve. "Slower," he gasped. She raised her eyebrows, but slowed her rhythm and he grinned, then leant forward to begin kissing her again.
With his eyes closed he found images of Martha leaping into his mind again and he couldn't help groaning as his imagination replaced the blonde in his lap with Martha's dark beauty. He really shouldn't be thinking of Martha in that way, but his brain refused to listen to his instructions to concentrate on Astrid. His eyes snapped open and he stared at her, watching as she moved with eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy.
He felt her muscles tightening around him as she came and knew that he would come soon. He closed his eyes and reached his climax moments later, feeling his cock jerking inside her. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again, to find Astrid smiling at him in a satisfied manner. She straightened up and pulled her dress off, then leant forward to kiss him hard, before climbing off his lap.
"You might as well take them off, she said pointing at his trousers.
He watched, mesmerised as she went into the bathroom, still wearing her knee-high boots. Then he pulled off his Converse and socks, before standing up and peeling off his trousers. I could sleep, tonight, he thought in surprise.
Astrid came back into the room and picked up her dress and bra from the floor. She turned and dropped them onto the chair, then added his clothes, before taking off her boots. The Doctor couldn't help staring and he felt his cock stirring again as he watched her moving about the room. Then she was back at the bedside and looking at him expectantly.
He stood up and folded the bedcovers back, then waited as she climbed onto the bed. He felt her hand brush against his arousal and bit back a moan. He rather suspected it was going to be a long night.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Astrid
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Voyage of the Damned trailer
Summary: A close encounter on the Titanic.
Disclaimer: The BBC owns "Doctor Who" and the Doctor owns me…
Author Notes: In the Voyage of the Damned trailer released on the BBC's Adventure Calendar on December 16, the Doctor tells Astrid she should see him in the mornings and she says "OK." Here's what followed.
This fic is for domsbabygrl who's just finished her finals and has always been very encouraging about my fic writing. Happy Holidays hon!
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"You look good for 903 years old," Astrid said.
The Doctor spoke around a mouthful of food, "You should see me in the mornings."
"OK."
He looked up at her, just managing not to gape with a mouthful of food because that would be very rude, then swallowed. "OK?" he asked, not quite sure he'd heard right.
She nodded. "Yes."
Oh Rassilon, when would he ever learn to think before speaking? Remarks like that combined with this incarnation's good looks were always interpreted as a come-on, which inevitably led to disappointment. He screwed his eyes shut, trying not to think of Martha.
"Are you alright Doctor?" Astrid's voice cut through his anguish and he opened his eyes to see her looking at him in concern.
"Fine, fine," he answered, continuing to eat.
Eventually he realised he'd have to retire to his cabin, but he didn't know where it was since he had stowed away on board the ship instead of coming aboard in the usual manner. "Um - I've forgotten the way to my cabin," he said.
"That's OK, I can show you." Astrid stood up and moved past him to lead the way. He followed, chattering away in an attempt to not think about what might possibly happen next.
"Here you are." Astrid stopped outside a door marked 671 in red.
"Thank you." He opened the door and she followed him in. He swallowed hard and watched as she went straight to the corner cupboard and took out a bottle of whisky and two glasses.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" Astrid asked curiously.
"Oh yes, sorry." He looked about the cabin. Only one chair, so he'd have to sit on the bed. He sat down, pulling his bowtie undone.
Astrid offered him a glass of whisky, put the bottle down on the bedside locker, then sat down beside him. He took a hasty swallow of his drink, trying not to notice the way her knee and thigh were pressing against his, but whilst his eyes weren't looking, his brain was registering and so were other parts of his body. He took another quick mouthful of his whisky, but was too hasty in trying to swallow it and coughed violently, jerking his glass and splashing most of the remaining whisky onto his shirt.
"Oh dear!" Astrid slid off the bed, her thigh sliding along his leg, and hurried into the tiny adjoining bathroom, coming back with a wet hand towel. She immediately began mopping at his shirt.
"I think I need to take it off," he said nervously.
"I think so too." She began unbuttoning it deftly and the Doctor had a sudden flash of memory, of changing out of this outfit after that business with Lazarus. He'd been feeling giddy with glee because Martha had agreed to travel with him again. Rassilon, he had to stop thinking about Martha Jones - it wouldn't do any good to mope over her.
"You'll need to take your jacket off," Astrid said, again cutting through his thoughts and he realised she'd finished unbuttoning his shirt as far as the waistband of his trousers which he now noticed were feeling rather tighter than usual.
She knelt on the bed beside him and helped him out of his jacket, then pulled his bow tie free of his shirt collar, before helping him out of his shirt. Her hands were small and warm, her touches sure but gentle, and he felt himself hardening in response. He reached up a hand and cupped her cheek and she smiled, then leant forward to kiss him.
He responded hungrily and eagerly, pulling her closer. He was slightly startled when she climbed into his lap and began grinding herself against him, but his surprise was quickly lost in a haze of lust. He moaned into her mouth and when she pressed her breasts again his chest, he moaned again.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and reached behind her to unzip her dress, pushing it down off her shoulders. He then unclasped her bra and pushed that off as well before bending his head and latching onto one of her breasts. Then it was Astrid's turn to moan as he used his tongue and teeth to good effect.
The Doctor felt her heat growing against his erection and pulled away from her again to reach down and free his cock from his trousers. He lifted up her dress and reached underneath for her knickers, but his questing fingers found only bare skin.
"Naughty," he said hoarsely as he held her hips and lifted her up, positioning her entrance over his cock. She sank down onto his length and he fought the urge to come there and then: whilst he had a faster recovery time than humans, he didn't want to rush this encounter, it had been too long since he'd last indulged.
Astrid began to ride him hard, setting a fast rhythm that threatened to undo his resolve. "Slower," he gasped. She raised her eyebrows, but slowed her rhythm and he grinned, then leant forward to begin kissing her again.
With his eyes closed he found images of Martha leaping into his mind again and he couldn't help groaning as his imagination replaced the blonde in his lap with Martha's dark beauty. He really shouldn't be thinking of Martha in that way, but his brain refused to listen to his instructions to concentrate on Astrid. His eyes snapped open and he stared at her, watching as she moved with eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy.
He felt her muscles tightening around him as she came and knew that he would come soon. He closed his eyes and reached his climax moments later, feeling his cock jerking inside her. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again, to find Astrid smiling at him in a satisfied manner. She straightened up and pulled her dress off, then leant forward to kiss him hard, before climbing off his lap.
"You might as well take them off, she said pointing at his trousers.
He watched, mesmerised as she went into the bathroom, still wearing her knee-high boots. Then he pulled off his Converse and socks, before standing up and peeling off his trousers. I could sleep, tonight, he thought in surprise.
Astrid came back into the room and picked up her dress and bra from the floor. She turned and dropped them onto the chair, then added his clothes, before taking off her boots. The Doctor couldn't help staring and he felt his cock stirring again as he watched her moving about the room. Then she was back at the bedside and looking at him expectantly.
He stood up and folded the bedcovers back, then waited as she climbed onto the bed. He felt her hand brush against his arousal and bit back a moan. He rather suspected it was going to be a long night.