We Have Reached These Lands But Newly (The Route Obscure and Lonely Remix) [DW; Leela/Tegan/Nyssa]
Title: We Have Reached These Lands But Newly (The Route Obscure and Lonely Remix)
Author: livii
Summary: A blue box, and the women inside (standing on their own two feet, and ringing their own bells).
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Leela/Tegan/Nyssa
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The BBC's, not mine.
Original Story: Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves by lilacfree.
Notes: Huge thanks to my two lovely betas, mllelaurel and hhertzof who stepped up at the last minute and helped me whip this into shape, and to Edgar Allan Poe for the (modified) title and cut line.
A blue box: exterior, interior, straight lines, bright colours. Three women: wild, subdued, outrageous.
It's cold on Gallifrey, for the uninitiated, for those who feel the effects of time passing. It's cold in space, for those who spend long nights (days, maybe) in those starched white walls and harsh lights. They (Tegan, Nyssa; Leela, Andred) are together in some permutation, but so much more is beyond their reach.
"Your body cries out for the pleasure of mating," Leela says matter-of-factly, and Tegan blushes, skin staining a deep, dark red. "Let me guide you," Leela says, and her eyes twinkle with mischief.
(Tegan invites Nyssa; the girl could use a little education, she says, a little more savvy. And she has soft, soft lips and those bedroom eyes. This Tegan keeps to herself).
Leela has a splendid toy: a gift from President Flavia, just a shade different from the Doctor's sonic screwdriver but ever so much more useful. Nyssa examines it with quiet fascination, while Tegan blushes again as it starts humming.
"I have taught Andred a great deal," Leela says with pride in her eyes, "but Gallifreyan men are lost to us; they do not know how to reach out, how to feel. The women understand each other. I shall understand you by the time the sun rises in the sky."
Tegan shakes her head. "I've been with the Doctor for ages," she says, "and he doesn't understand me one bit. I'm not trying to be rude, but if you're living on Gallifrey now, I think I'd like to see you try."
Leela reaches out, putting a hand on Tegan's waist. It's warm and incredibly intimate, and Tegan swallows, hard.
"The Doctor is not the world," Leela says, and her eyes are wise and deep, and just a little bit lonely. "We are stronger than he is, if we work together."
(This is something she always wanted to hear; this is something she always, always wanted to believe).
"Just to prove him wrong, I won't argue," Tegan says with a nervous laugh, and she leans forward and kisses Leela squarely on the lips. From off to the side there's a small gasp, Nyssa's mouth parting in a soft O.
Tegan's falling into Leela, the kiss is (so, so) good and Leela's body is strong and hot and there's a passion there Tegan's almost forgotten; she's almost had extinguished; she's almost made a parody of. Still, she reaches out a hand, shaking, and motions Nyssa to come closer.
When she feels Nyssa's small hand hesitantly stroking her back, Tegan moans into Leela's mouth. Leela pulls back, a clever smile on her face that almost scares Tegan, but she is not afraid (she is stronger than he is, if she just holds fast and true).
Leela does not lie, Tegan thinks later; she does her best to understand her, inside and out. The screwdriver is warm and hard and Tegan shivers as Leela pushes it inside her, over skin and nerve endings that have only served as the domain of ashamed fingers and unfixed daydreams since the day she stepped inside that blue box. Leela moves her body against Tegan's as she fucks her, and it's graceful and fantastic and dirty and when Nyssa leans over, eyes further away than ever, and kisses her, she comes, fingers digging into Leela's hips, eyes wide open, seeing (the stars, the sun, the ceiling, the future) nothing.
When she relaxes, regains her (present) senses, Tegan stretches her legs, then curls up like a cat, purrs. Leela's laughing at her but the sound feels very far away.
"You have to give as well as receive," Leela says, shaking her head with amusement. "All I have done is set you loose. Now you must find something to build yourself up."
This is how Tegan finds herself lying on her stomach, propped up on shaking forearms, exploring Nyssa (oh, she squirms and she sighs and she tastes like faraway and a little bit sour). It's incredibly terrifying, Tegan thinks, and yet Nyssa sighs again, a girlish sound that hums through her body and Tegan's tongue vibrates a little and Tegan's enthusiastic, now, she wants to make the girl feel it too, she wants to give the girl that moment of freedom. She wants to see Nyssa's sleepy eyes flutter shut and her mouth fall open, her pink tongue poking through.
(She wants to see the Doctor at her mercy, her mouth swallowing his cock as he groans and fucks her throat, forgetting his manners).
Leela is pushing the screwdriver inside her again and Tegan comes, fighting through it to make sure Nyssa falls over the edge as well.
(She's sick, isn't she, and yet she thinks that the other girls were thinking of him too; that they don't know exactly what they want, either).
They curl up on each other afterwards, all elbows and knees, silly and trite and reassuring. Leela rolls her eyes but soaks up Tegan's warmth (sucking dry the marrow from her bones).
(A blue box: it stretches on to infinity, but within, the walls are straight and bright and the future rolls on without mercy).
"What are we, now?" Nyssa asks, slow and uncertain, and a little bit unafraid.
"Hush," Tegan says, "hush. It doesn't matter."
"You have learned a great wisdom," Leela says, her eyes shining oddly bright, her smile stretched a little thin. "Do not let the fire in your veins go out, brave one."
(They are all happy but oh, for a taste of something a little bit sweeter).
Later they are dressed, coiffed, cleaned; undergarments securely in place. They bid their adieus, cold Gallifreyan halls hurrying their steps. Andred watches from a distance; he does not speak, merely follows with his eyes. The Doctor shakes Leela's hand.
In an alternate timeline she kisses him in return, she kisses him, she fights him, she slays him dead, honour-bound. In a different timeline Tegan and Nyssa stay, they stay, they fight, they fuck in the dark.
"What are we, now?" Nyssa asks again as Gallifrey recedes from the scanner, the Doctor off on some mad quest through the (endless, endless) halls.
"Hush," Tegan says, "hush, little girl. The TARDIS is listening. We must have our secrets."
(The blue box spins through the night and there are women alive in it, alive and broken and yet at least a little, a little bit free).
Author: livii
Summary: A blue box, and the women inside (standing on their own two feet, and ringing their own bells).
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Leela/Tegan/Nyssa
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The BBC's, not mine.
Original Story: Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves by lilacfree.
Notes: Huge thanks to my two lovely betas, mllelaurel and hhertzof who stepped up at the last minute and helped me whip this into shape, and to Edgar Allan Poe for the (modified) title and cut line.
A blue box: exterior, interior, straight lines, bright colours. Three women: wild, subdued, outrageous.
It's cold on Gallifrey, for the uninitiated, for those who feel the effects of time passing. It's cold in space, for those who spend long nights (days, maybe) in those starched white walls and harsh lights. They (Tegan, Nyssa; Leela, Andred) are together in some permutation, but so much more is beyond their reach.
"Your body cries out for the pleasure of mating," Leela says matter-of-factly, and Tegan blushes, skin staining a deep, dark red. "Let me guide you," Leela says, and her eyes twinkle with mischief.
(Tegan invites Nyssa; the girl could use a little education, she says, a little more savvy. And she has soft, soft lips and those bedroom eyes. This Tegan keeps to herself).
Leela has a splendid toy: a gift from President Flavia, just a shade different from the Doctor's sonic screwdriver but ever so much more useful. Nyssa examines it with quiet fascination, while Tegan blushes again as it starts humming.
"I have taught Andred a great deal," Leela says with pride in her eyes, "but Gallifreyan men are lost to us; they do not know how to reach out, how to feel. The women understand each other. I shall understand you by the time the sun rises in the sky."
Tegan shakes her head. "I've been with the Doctor for ages," she says, "and he doesn't understand me one bit. I'm not trying to be rude, but if you're living on Gallifrey now, I think I'd like to see you try."
Leela reaches out, putting a hand on Tegan's waist. It's warm and incredibly intimate, and Tegan swallows, hard.
"The Doctor is not the world," Leela says, and her eyes are wise and deep, and just a little bit lonely. "We are stronger than he is, if we work together."
(This is something she always wanted to hear; this is something she always, always wanted to believe).
"Just to prove him wrong, I won't argue," Tegan says with a nervous laugh, and she leans forward and kisses Leela squarely on the lips. From off to the side there's a small gasp, Nyssa's mouth parting in a soft O.
Tegan's falling into Leela, the kiss is (so, so) good and Leela's body is strong and hot and there's a passion there Tegan's almost forgotten; she's almost had extinguished; she's almost made a parody of. Still, she reaches out a hand, shaking, and motions Nyssa to come closer.
When she feels Nyssa's small hand hesitantly stroking her back, Tegan moans into Leela's mouth. Leela pulls back, a clever smile on her face that almost scares Tegan, but she is not afraid (she is stronger than he is, if she just holds fast and true).
Leela does not lie, Tegan thinks later; she does her best to understand her, inside and out. The screwdriver is warm and hard and Tegan shivers as Leela pushes it inside her, over skin and nerve endings that have only served as the domain of ashamed fingers and unfixed daydreams since the day she stepped inside that blue box. Leela moves her body against Tegan's as she fucks her, and it's graceful and fantastic and dirty and when Nyssa leans over, eyes further away than ever, and kisses her, she comes, fingers digging into Leela's hips, eyes wide open, seeing (the stars, the sun, the ceiling, the future) nothing.
When she relaxes, regains her (present) senses, Tegan stretches her legs, then curls up like a cat, purrs. Leela's laughing at her but the sound feels very far away.
"You have to give as well as receive," Leela says, shaking her head with amusement. "All I have done is set you loose. Now you must find something to build yourself up."
This is how Tegan finds herself lying on her stomach, propped up on shaking forearms, exploring Nyssa (oh, she squirms and she sighs and she tastes like faraway and a little bit sour). It's incredibly terrifying, Tegan thinks, and yet Nyssa sighs again, a girlish sound that hums through her body and Tegan's tongue vibrates a little and Tegan's enthusiastic, now, she wants to make the girl feel it too, she wants to give the girl that moment of freedom. She wants to see Nyssa's sleepy eyes flutter shut and her mouth fall open, her pink tongue poking through.
(She wants to see the Doctor at her mercy, her mouth swallowing his cock as he groans and fucks her throat, forgetting his manners).
Leela is pushing the screwdriver inside her again and Tegan comes, fighting through it to make sure Nyssa falls over the edge as well.
(She's sick, isn't she, and yet she thinks that the other girls were thinking of him too; that they don't know exactly what they want, either).
They curl up on each other afterwards, all elbows and knees, silly and trite and reassuring. Leela rolls her eyes but soaks up Tegan's warmth (sucking dry the marrow from her bones).
(A blue box: it stretches on to infinity, but within, the walls are straight and bright and the future rolls on without mercy).
"What are we, now?" Nyssa asks, slow and uncertain, and a little bit unafraid.
"Hush," Tegan says, "hush. It doesn't matter."
"You have learned a great wisdom," Leela says, her eyes shining oddly bright, her smile stretched a little thin. "Do not let the fire in your veins go out, brave one."
(They are all happy but oh, for a taste of something a little bit sweeter).
Later they are dressed, coiffed, cleaned; undergarments securely in place. They bid their adieus, cold Gallifreyan halls hurrying their steps. Andred watches from a distance; he does not speak, merely follows with his eyes. The Doctor shakes Leela's hand.
In an alternate timeline she kisses him in return, she kisses him, she fights him, she slays him dead, honour-bound. In a different timeline Tegan and Nyssa stay, they stay, they fight, they fuck in the dark.
"What are we, now?" Nyssa asks again as Gallifrey recedes from the scanner, the Doctor off on some mad quest through the (endless, endless) halls.
"Hush," Tegan says, "hush, little girl. The TARDIS is listening. We must have our secrets."
(The blue box spins through the night and there are women alive in it, alive and broken and yet at least a little, a little bit free).