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Title: Stuck (4/4)
Author: Me, eleanor_ariail
Genre: Fluffy, funny, and porny, not necessarily in that order.
Rating: Grown-up, for an explicitly awkward situation.
Summary: Glitch has a plan, and DG is just along for the ride. That is, until she gets off and has to make a decision.
Notes: Still wondering about that WhoFic I read a while back, in which Time Lords normally 'get stuck'. I can't remember the title now to give it credit, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please tell me!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
and finally...
He whispered into the feathers, “I'm sorry you don't love me.”
DG crossed her arms around herself. Even though she hadn't heard his whisper, she knew she had hurt him.
“Glitch, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-”
He laid there, ignoring whatever it was she was trying to soothe him with. Instead of listening to her, he thought of what he knew about her. He knew she was restless, he knew she had resented her Other Side parents for holding her back.
But, he realized, he also knew that she had loved them very much. Was that what was wrong? She thought being married would mean she would be just like them? Well, he thought, smiling into his pillow, he could just remind her how life with him was different. And, if he was wrong, as he knew he might be, he could always enjoy their time forced together and deal with their separation whenever it finally happened.
Having come to his conclusion, he sat up suddenly, throwing the pillow to the floor. “I'm starving! I wonder what all is on that tray?”
DG was startled at his abrupt mood swing. “Come on,” she said, tapping his arm, “I think you're glitching again. Remember, we were just talking about-”
“Nope, I'm fine. Now how in the world are we going to get over there?” He threw back all the blankets, letting the cool air rush in around their legs. “I think I'll just have to carry you.”
Before she could get a word in edgewise, he had scooted them to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around her hips. With only a small grunt, he had her up in the air, clinging to his neck for security.
“Glitch,” she giggled, “Stop! I can walk!”
“Nope, too much trouble,” he dismissed her summarily. He slowly staggered over towards the door, frequently pausing to heft her higher and get a better grip.
They had just gotten within a few feet of their dinner, when he seemed to lose his balance. He hopped a couple of times, and spun around once, before finally slamming into the door.
“Omph!” DG cried out, trapped between the door and Glitch. With his face so suddenly close to hers, and his breath stirring her hair, it took her a moment longer to catch her breath than it should have.
Flustered by his suddenly intense gaze, she tried to remember what they were supposed to be doing. Luckily, her stomach picked that moment to protest their fast. “Okay,” she said, drawing his attention to the floor next to them, “Just bend over a little so I can stand, then we'll crouch down together and pick the tray up.”
“No, I have a better idea.” He bent his knees a little, so she could drop her feet to the ground. “Now, just give my your right leg.”
She looked at him curiously, but began to raise her leg, he shook his head at her. “No, my right!” he said, pointing emphatically with his left hand.
DG made a little friendly growling noise, and continued to raise her right leg. “This is almost as bad as the time we fell in that frozen crevice and had to lean on each other to crawl up the side.”
As she spoke fondly of their harrowing adventure, Glitch held on to her leg. After helping her stretch it as high as it could go, he limberly ducked under it and turned her around so that she could bend over easily.
“... and then the second penguin said, “At least I'm not the one dropping my feathers everywhere!” DG began laughing so hard she had to hold onto the doorknob to stay upright, and even then failed miserably.
Glitch grinned merrily, partially at their odd encounter, and partially at the lovely view he now had of DG bending over.
“But you know,” she said, as she picked up the heavy, covered tray and began shuffling with him towards a small table, “I couldn't have talked them into making peace without you. I never would have thought of threatening to bust apart their egg!”
“Well, it wasn't much really. It's just that while you were trying to collect the icicles, I noticed that the egg had started to melt while I was sitting on it. So I knew it must have been made of chocolate.” He smiled with bashful pride as he sat down, pulling DG into his lap. She set the tray down and started to open it up.
“Oh, speaking of chocolate...” DG trailed off in awe at what greeted her beneath the silver dome. On one side, sandwiches of all varieties were cut into quarters and stacked high. But her eye had been caught by the luscious display on the other side. There was a huge bowl of warm dark chocolate, surrounded by exotic fruit, some of which she had never even seen before.
Glitch craned his head around her shoulder to see. “Ooh, that's not dama-fruit is it?” He picked up a piece of yellow fruit and sniffed it carefully. “No, just a regular peach. We wouldn't want to go invisible, that would sure make things more awkward than they already are!”
DG watched as he reached around her for the bowl of chocolate. “What's a dama-fruit?” she asked, trying to distract herself from his long fingers dipping and swirling the peach slice in the smooth chocolate.
“Oh, just an old legend. Some say it still grows wild in the dark corners of the Realm of the Unwanted. We can go search for it one day. If you'd like.” He finally got enough chocolate on the fruit to satisfy him.
“That would be fun. I wonder if-” She was cut off as he slid the bite straight into her mouth. “Mm, oh, that's perfect!” She leaned back fully against his chest, savoring the contrast of the bittersweet chocolate and the tart peach. She was so engrossed in the sensation, she didn't even notice that his fingers were still on her lips, until she pulled one into her mouth to suck the chocolate from it.
She released his index finger, slightly embarrassed, but he just grinned behind her. He used his clean hand to pull her hair away from the side of her face, and dabbed some chocolate onto her cheek with his thumb.
She turned her head towards him in surprise, and was even more surprised when his tongue darted out to lick the dot off her face.
Smiling as an idea came to her, she held a finger up in front of his face. His eyes never left it as she lowered it into the bowl, and brought it, covered in chocolate, up to her neck. She smeared it above her collarbone and raised her eyebrows at him invitingly.
He didn't hesitate to begin sucking it off her, and as she lolled her head back against his shoulder, she pulled his still-messy thumb to her mouth and licked it clean, along with her own chocolate-covered finger.
He continued to suck and nibble along her neck and ear, and, once his hands were freed, he began unbuttoning the wrinkled shirt DG was wearing. As he slid his hands down her body, she began to writhe in his lap.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed. He only made it far enough for her to bend over the edge of the bed, resting on her elbows. Her hands clenched into the blankets as he made love to her more passionately, more intensely, than he had the night before. He realized now that this might be the last chance he ever got to be with her. He wanted to make the best of it, so that the memory could last him a lifetime, if needed.
She climaxed forcefully, nearly bringing him over the edge, but he restrained himself, knowing he still wanted more from her. They awkwardly clambered into the bed together, and he nestled her in his arms. He continued to rock with her, this time more slowly, leisurely even, savoring every sensation. He memorized the way her hips pressed against him, how her skin burned under his fingers, how her hair tasted as it caught in his mouth, how she sighed when she felt him shudder in release.
As he began to lose awareness, he prayed, to whatever gods would listen, that his battered brain would be able to hold these memories forever.
It was evening when Glitch came to consciousness with his eyes still shut. For the first time since losing his brain, he woke up knowing exactly where he was, snuggled up comfortably against DG, as he had been in one way or another for the last 24 hours.
But as he opened his eyes, he found that he was wrong again. He was lying by himself at the edge of the bed, looking at the brilliantly red glow of the double sunset, feeling cold and very much alone.
He jumped out of bed suddenly, realizing what it meant that they were apart now. When he saw that DG was laying just on the opposite side of the bed, he dashed around to her, nearly losing his footing as he rounded the corners.
He knelt down reverently by her side, looking at her peaceful sleeping face. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he pulled the blanket down and stared at her stomach in awe. Even with half a brain, he knew that he wouldn't be able to tell any difference yet, but he still reached out and tentatively stroked her skin.
“What're you doin'?” she murmured, just waking up. He froze, staring at her guiltily. She opened her eyes wide as reality set in. She put her hand over his on her stomach.
This was it, the moment he would learn his fate. Had she decided he was different? Realized that he wouldn't hold her back? He had tried so hard to help her think of times they had leaned on each other, and of future adventures they could have. Had it been enough?
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him in accusation. No, he thought, she hadn't bought it. He panicked, thinking only of how he could make this better for her, how he could at least spare her any more trouble.
“DG, I'm sorry. I would never want to hurt you, or hold you back in any way. After the baby is born, I'll take him and we'll go away. We won't bother you again, ever. You can have the life you want and we'll stay out of your way.” He nodded his head sincerely as he made fervent promises to her, even though it was killing him to say it.
DG just looked at him in shock. For the first time, she really thought about what life would be with him by her side. Her heart wrenched as she pictured a little boy, with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, sitting with Glitch, eating dinner all by themselves in an empty home. Glitch holding him, rocking him to sleep, putting him to bed, and, with tears in his eyes, getting in his own lonely bed.
And where would she be? All alone too. Doing what she had always wanted to, but what joy would there be in it with no one to share it with? She realized suddenly that Glitch was more than her best friend, he was like an extension of her own body and mind. She could no more be without him than she could be without air to breath, or water to drink.
“No,” she hesitated, “No, don't. I... That's not what I want.” He was looking at her in confusion, still too heartbroken to be hopeful.
She tried to explain, “I was wrong. I thought I knew what I wanted, but it wouldn't be the same; it would be worthless. I mean, I could have the world, and really, I do here, but without you with me, I don't really have anything, do I?”
He still looked at her blankly.
“Glitch,” she said, looking him in the eye and taking his chin between her fingers, “I need you. I love you.”
She watched him as a smile bloomed slowly, erupting finally into a face-splitting grin as her words sunk in.
She held her arms wide open in invitation.
“I knew you'd say that,” he said smugly, as he climbed up into the bed with her.
“Oh you did?” she said, and began tickling his stomach. Batting her hands away, he grinned back devilishly. “You know, your mother would probably like to start planning that wedding now.”
She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. “We could always pretend we were stuck together for a little while longer...” she trailed off mischievously, her fingers wandering lower.
He just smiled back and replied, “I'd happily be stuck with you anytime.”
Ending notes: All done! Huge thanks to everyone who's been reading and commenting! And a special thanks to my beta, gogogidget, for her great help!
For more fun events in the life of DG and Glitch, please check out my story "Life Would Be" which will be continuing shortly (though it starts out differently, you could pick it up in chapter 4 and pretend it is a sequel to this).
And speaking of sequels... There may be a darker spin-off from this story coming in the future. What if DG had taken Glitch up on his offer to take the baby and leave her alone? We'll see!!!
Author: Me, eleanor_ariail
Genre: Fluffy, funny, and porny, not necessarily in that order.
Rating: Grown-up, for an explicitly awkward situation.
Summary: Glitch has a plan, and DG is just along for the ride. That is, until she gets off and has to make a decision.
Notes: Still wondering about that WhoFic I read a while back, in which Time Lords normally 'get stuck'. I can't remember the title now to give it credit, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please tell me!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
and finally...
He whispered into the feathers, “I'm sorry you don't love me.”
DG crossed her arms around herself. Even though she hadn't heard his whisper, she knew she had hurt him.
“Glitch, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-”
He laid there, ignoring whatever it was she was trying to soothe him with. Instead of listening to her, he thought of what he knew about her. He knew she was restless, he knew she had resented her Other Side parents for holding her back.
But, he realized, he also knew that she had loved them very much. Was that what was wrong? She thought being married would mean she would be just like them? Well, he thought, smiling into his pillow, he could just remind her how life with him was different. And, if he was wrong, as he knew he might be, he could always enjoy their time forced together and deal with their separation whenever it finally happened.
Having come to his conclusion, he sat up suddenly, throwing the pillow to the floor. “I'm starving! I wonder what all is on that tray?”
DG was startled at his abrupt mood swing. “Come on,” she said, tapping his arm, “I think you're glitching again. Remember, we were just talking about-”
“Nope, I'm fine. Now how in the world are we going to get over there?” He threw back all the blankets, letting the cool air rush in around their legs. “I think I'll just have to carry you.”
Before she could get a word in edgewise, he had scooted them to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around her hips. With only a small grunt, he had her up in the air, clinging to his neck for security.
“Glitch,” she giggled, “Stop! I can walk!”
“Nope, too much trouble,” he dismissed her summarily. He slowly staggered over towards the door, frequently pausing to heft her higher and get a better grip.
They had just gotten within a few feet of their dinner, when he seemed to lose his balance. He hopped a couple of times, and spun around once, before finally slamming into the door.
“Omph!” DG cried out, trapped between the door and Glitch. With his face so suddenly close to hers, and his breath stirring her hair, it took her a moment longer to catch her breath than it should have.
Flustered by his suddenly intense gaze, she tried to remember what they were supposed to be doing. Luckily, her stomach picked that moment to protest their fast. “Okay,” she said, drawing his attention to the floor next to them, “Just bend over a little so I can stand, then we'll crouch down together and pick the tray up.”
“No, I have a better idea.” He bent his knees a little, so she could drop her feet to the ground. “Now, just give my your right leg.”
She looked at him curiously, but began to raise her leg, he shook his head at her. “No, my right!” he said, pointing emphatically with his left hand.
DG made a little friendly growling noise, and continued to raise her right leg. “This is almost as bad as the time we fell in that frozen crevice and had to lean on each other to crawl up the side.”
As she spoke fondly of their harrowing adventure, Glitch held on to her leg. After helping her stretch it as high as it could go, he limberly ducked under it and turned her around so that she could bend over easily.
“... and then the second penguin said, “At least I'm not the one dropping my feathers everywhere!” DG began laughing so hard she had to hold onto the doorknob to stay upright, and even then failed miserably.
Glitch grinned merrily, partially at their odd encounter, and partially at the lovely view he now had of DG bending over.
“But you know,” she said, as she picked up the heavy, covered tray and began shuffling with him towards a small table, “I couldn't have talked them into making peace without you. I never would have thought of threatening to bust apart their egg!”
“Well, it wasn't much really. It's just that while you were trying to collect the icicles, I noticed that the egg had started to melt while I was sitting on it. So I knew it must have been made of chocolate.” He smiled with bashful pride as he sat down, pulling DG into his lap. She set the tray down and started to open it up.
“Oh, speaking of chocolate...” DG trailed off in awe at what greeted her beneath the silver dome. On one side, sandwiches of all varieties were cut into quarters and stacked high. But her eye had been caught by the luscious display on the other side. There was a huge bowl of warm dark chocolate, surrounded by exotic fruit, some of which she had never even seen before.
Glitch craned his head around her shoulder to see. “Ooh, that's not dama-fruit is it?” He picked up a piece of yellow fruit and sniffed it carefully. “No, just a regular peach. We wouldn't want to go invisible, that would sure make things more awkward than they already are!”
DG watched as he reached around her for the bowl of chocolate. “What's a dama-fruit?” she asked, trying to distract herself from his long fingers dipping and swirling the peach slice in the smooth chocolate.
“Oh, just an old legend. Some say it still grows wild in the dark corners of the Realm of the Unwanted. We can go search for it one day. If you'd like.” He finally got enough chocolate on the fruit to satisfy him.
“That would be fun. I wonder if-” She was cut off as he slid the bite straight into her mouth. “Mm, oh, that's perfect!” She leaned back fully against his chest, savoring the contrast of the bittersweet chocolate and the tart peach. She was so engrossed in the sensation, she didn't even notice that his fingers were still on her lips, until she pulled one into her mouth to suck the chocolate from it.
She released his index finger, slightly embarrassed, but he just grinned behind her. He used his clean hand to pull her hair away from the side of her face, and dabbed some chocolate onto her cheek with his thumb.
She turned her head towards him in surprise, and was even more surprised when his tongue darted out to lick the dot off her face.
Smiling as an idea came to her, she held a finger up in front of his face. His eyes never left it as she lowered it into the bowl, and brought it, covered in chocolate, up to her neck. She smeared it above her collarbone and raised her eyebrows at him invitingly.
He didn't hesitate to begin sucking it off her, and as she lolled her head back against his shoulder, she pulled his still-messy thumb to her mouth and licked it clean, along with her own chocolate-covered finger.
He continued to suck and nibble along her neck and ear, and, once his hands were freed, he began unbuttoning the wrinkled shirt DG was wearing. As he slid his hands down her body, she began to writhe in his lap.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed. He only made it far enough for her to bend over the edge of the bed, resting on her elbows. Her hands clenched into the blankets as he made love to her more passionately, more intensely, than he had the night before. He realized now that this might be the last chance he ever got to be with her. He wanted to make the best of it, so that the memory could last him a lifetime, if needed.
She climaxed forcefully, nearly bringing him over the edge, but he restrained himself, knowing he still wanted more from her. They awkwardly clambered into the bed together, and he nestled her in his arms. He continued to rock with her, this time more slowly, leisurely even, savoring every sensation. He memorized the way her hips pressed against him, how her skin burned under his fingers, how her hair tasted as it caught in his mouth, how she sighed when she felt him shudder in release.
As he began to lose awareness, he prayed, to whatever gods would listen, that his battered brain would be able to hold these memories forever.
It was evening when Glitch came to consciousness with his eyes still shut. For the first time since losing his brain, he woke up knowing exactly where he was, snuggled up comfortably against DG, as he had been in one way or another for the last 24 hours.
But as he opened his eyes, he found that he was wrong again. He was lying by himself at the edge of the bed, looking at the brilliantly red glow of the double sunset, feeling cold and very much alone.
He jumped out of bed suddenly, realizing what it meant that they were apart now. When he saw that DG was laying just on the opposite side of the bed, he dashed around to her, nearly losing his footing as he rounded the corners.
He knelt down reverently by her side, looking at her peaceful sleeping face. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he pulled the blanket down and stared at her stomach in awe. Even with half a brain, he knew that he wouldn't be able to tell any difference yet, but he still reached out and tentatively stroked her skin.
“What're you doin'?” she murmured, just waking up. He froze, staring at her guiltily. She opened her eyes wide as reality set in. She put her hand over his on her stomach.
This was it, the moment he would learn his fate. Had she decided he was different? Realized that he wouldn't hold her back? He had tried so hard to help her think of times they had leaned on each other, and of future adventures they could have. Had it been enough?
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him in accusation. No, he thought, she hadn't bought it. He panicked, thinking only of how he could make this better for her, how he could at least spare her any more trouble.
“DG, I'm sorry. I would never want to hurt you, or hold you back in any way. After the baby is born, I'll take him and we'll go away. We won't bother you again, ever. You can have the life you want and we'll stay out of your way.” He nodded his head sincerely as he made fervent promises to her, even though it was killing him to say it.
DG just looked at him in shock. For the first time, she really thought about what life would be with him by her side. Her heart wrenched as she pictured a little boy, with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, sitting with Glitch, eating dinner all by themselves in an empty home. Glitch holding him, rocking him to sleep, putting him to bed, and, with tears in his eyes, getting in his own lonely bed.
And where would she be? All alone too. Doing what she had always wanted to, but what joy would there be in it with no one to share it with? She realized suddenly that Glitch was more than her best friend, he was like an extension of her own body and mind. She could no more be without him than she could be without air to breath, or water to drink.
“No,” she hesitated, “No, don't. I... That's not what I want.” He was looking at her in confusion, still too heartbroken to be hopeful.
She tried to explain, “I was wrong. I thought I knew what I wanted, but it wouldn't be the same; it would be worthless. I mean, I could have the world, and really, I do here, but without you with me, I don't really have anything, do I?”
He still looked at her blankly.
“Glitch,” she said, looking him in the eye and taking his chin between her fingers, “I need you. I love you.”
She watched him as a smile bloomed slowly, erupting finally into a face-splitting grin as her words sunk in.
She held her arms wide open in invitation.
“I knew you'd say that,” he said smugly, as he climbed up into the bed with her.
“Oh you did?” she said, and began tickling his stomach. Batting her hands away, he grinned back devilishly. “You know, your mother would probably like to start planning that wedding now.”
She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. “We could always pretend we were stuck together for a little while longer...” she trailed off mischievously, her fingers wandering lower.
He just smiled back and replied, “I'd happily be stuck with you anytime.”
Ending notes: All done! Huge thanks to everyone who's been reading and commenting! And a special thanks to my beta, gogogidget, for her great help!
For more fun events in the life of DG and Glitch, please check out my story "Life Would Be" which will be continuing shortly (though it starts out differently, you could pick it up in chapter 4 and pretend it is a sequel to this).
And speaking of sequels... There may be a darker spin-off from this story coming in the future. What if DG had taken Glitch up on his offer to take the baby and leave her alone? We'll see!!!