Brave Heart
Title: Brave Heart
Author: siamesegoth2
Pairing: Turlough/Tegan Turlough /Nyssa(memory) Turlough/Five(memory) implied Five/Nyssa implied Five/Tegan.
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-con, tie!porn, butt sex, stroke, oral, F/M , Comfort.
The Doctor was reclining lazily in his favourite chair, trying to read a book of Serpaxian poetry, and enjoy a cup of tea.
He had taken to coming to the library more often. The bickering between Turlough and Tegan made his head hurt, and he felt that they should just be allowed to hammer it out between them. No point in becoming involved in their childish antics to out do each other any longer.
The last straw was when Turlough had stated sourly, that humans were nothing more than primitive apes with the ability to talk, and use simple tools. Unfortunately, Tegan had just entered the console room before the Doctor could even produce so much as a stern look, and admonish Turlough for making such an insensitive remark.
Tegan exploded in her traditional Aussie form. Hands on hips and feet apart, she let rip, with a barrage of hefty insults, calling Turlough everything from being the Black Guardians favourite pet, right down to being a snivelling, cowardly little sneak. Turlough responded in kind with his usual sarcastic manner, and had stated that it was a bit rich coming from the loudest 'ape' that he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
"Doctor, are you going to let him get away with that? Are you?" demanded the irate airhostess.
" Well, I…"
"Typical" shot back Turlough nastily " you couldn't fight a battle of wits on your own without involving the Doctor"
"If it's a fight you want then just try me," snarled Tegan, stepping forward to raising her hand.
Alarmed and outraged the Doctor puts himself between Tegan and Turlough, before she blackened his eye. " I think that's quite enough you two," said the Doctor firmly. Tegan opened her mouth to reply, and Turlough was doing the same.
"I said that's enough. Turlough, that was uncalled for" Tegan smiled with grim satisfaction, but it didn't last for long. The Doctor turned to her. "Tegan, I am shocked that you, of all people, would resort to violence. It stops now. Both of you."
Tegan blew up again " But he started it!" she began. The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily. "Out. Go on, both of you. Take a walk in the corridors, sit in the cloister room, or your own. Either way I want you to both calm down, and stop acting like children. I will not play umpire between you, for any reason." The pair gave each other a sour look, and started to leave the console room.
"One last thing" said the Doctor " You are both to find some common ground, and work out your differences. I don't care how you do this, but just do it." Tegan and Turlough looked at the doctor, as if he had just grown a third eye, and dribbled down the front of his shirt. "I mean it. If you don't work something out, I will land the TARDIS, and leave you on an uninhabited planet, until you learn to appreciate each other's differences. " With that, they stalked off through the interior door, bickering as they went.
Watching them go the Doctor sighed, and once again, found he was asking himself why he chose to travel with others. Especially when they were as volatile, as his current companions.
It had been 3 hours since that last little escapade, and the Doctor was quite enjoying the peace and quite that the sanctuary of the TARDIS library provided. The Doctor picked up his cup, took a sip, and grimaced. "If there is one thing I hate more in the universe, it's cold tea!" With that, he uncoiled himself, and went in search of the TARDIS kitchen, to refresh his pot.
Meanwhile, Turlough and Tegan were still engaged in their bitter exchange. Tegan was storming through the corridors gesturing angrily, and loudly proclaiming that Turlough was an idiot of immense proportions.
Turlough grinned behind her back, sometimes humans were so easy to provoke. This of course made Tegan a prime target; everything seemed to push her over the edge. Turlough kept pushing the buttons, and Tegan became angrier and angrier. Funny, thought Turlough, she's rather splendid when she's angry. This stopped him for a moment, as if he couldn't believe he had just entertained such a thought. She was human, loud, and brash and wore the worst clothes he had ever seen on a woman, probably the worst in existence.
Yet he found himself staring at her as she stomped dramatically through the TARDIS.
A seething rainbow comet, hurtling through the white corridors. An idea began forming in his mind, it was risky, but he was sure it would be worth it, it usually was. Tegan suddenly stopped, and realised that her tormentor was no longer following her, she turned round, and saw him just standing there, fiddling with that stupid tie
"Just what do you think your looking at?" demanded Tegan hotly. Turlough gave her an odd smile, and continued to play with his tie. "Nothing in particular " he replied.
The pair had stopped just outside of Tegan's room. "Well if your going to continue to look like an idiot, and insult my planet, and myself, then I think I'm going to go and read for a while."
"The Doctor said we should talk about this," replied Turlough slyly. "Nuts to you, and to the Doctor." said Tegan cheekily. "I'll talk when I'm good and ready." With that she opened her door, and went inside.
"Wait, Tegan…I'm sorry." Tegan couldn't believe her ears. " I was wrong to say that all humans are primitives, and I was wrong to insult you. Can't we talk about this? Like mature adults. Please?" Tegan shook her head slowly. " I don't think so, I need time to calm down, and then we can discuss it" She replied carefully. With that she began closing the door. Turlough moved so quickly Tegan was taken aback. He pushed passed, and stepped smartly into the room, his back against the door.
"I think it needs to be discussed now," sneered Turlough. Alarmed by this Tegan tried backing away from him, but the bed got in the way, she was stuck. "Get out" she spat. Turlough grinned and advanced towards her, pulling his tie from around his neck. "I don't think so" he replied easily. Tegan made to run, and dodge round Turlough to escape, but he caught her easily by the arm, and spun her back round, throwing her onto the bed.
Straddling her, he held Tegan's hands above her head, gripping her wrists painfully; his face only inches from her own. " I'll scream," panted Tegan. Turlough laughed softly. "I hope so, otherwise this isn't going to be nearly as much fun"
Shifting his weight, Turlough gathered Tegan's wrists in one hand, and with the other, slowly brought his tie across her face, and binding her hands together. Using the last inches of the material, he tied her to the bars on the brass headboard. He was watching her face the whole time, drinking in the horror and panic; watching her pupils dilate, and her cheeks colour with shame. He always looked for that, the moment where they realised there was nothing they could do. Tegan was different only because somewhere in her eyes, there was a spark of defiance.
Nyssa had been the same, at least for a little while. She'd fought like a hellion, Turlough was surprised by her wiry strength, but her struggles just made it all the more exciting. She bit, and cried and tore, and still he continued. He had to be careful afterward, Nyssa had scratched his arms, that had meant no wandering the TARDIS in shirtsleeves, but it was something he could live with.
Nyssa had threatened to tell Tegan and the Doctor about Turlough, and his 'attacks' She never did, she accepted them after a while, using it as a way to combat her own angst. Urging him on with rough little cries as she rode him, and when it was over, rolling onto her side, to stare blankly into space, and hollowly demanded he leave her alone.
When she had left the TARDIS crew to stay on Terminus, she had spoken to him privately when Tegan and the Doctor had retreated to the TARDIS discreetly. She had kissed him deeply, and then slapped him as hard as she could and turned away, never looking back. Thankfully Tegan was too upset, and had fled to her room, and hadn't noticed the splash of red on his face. The Doctor had seen it though, he knew why it was there, and he had looked away.
Tegan was struggling again, and Turlough came out of his daydream. He leaned forward whispering in her ear, and gently licking her jaw and neck. " Shhh, it's alright," he said almost tenderly. " I wont hurt you, you know." Tegan strained to pull her head away from his lips and tongue, as he whispered, pleaded, as though trying to assure her. "Get off of me" she hissed, and bucked to try and throw him off. She was angry, and frightened by the vacant look in his eyes and the fact her fingers, and hands were growing numb, and white above her head.
Ignoring her Turlough continued nibbling and sucking. Licking the little bite marks to soothe them, tiny red stains spreading across her neck and throat. His hands roaming her body, as she fought beneath him, breathing hard, and spewing a litany of obscenities, he had never heard her use before.
She cried out as he bit too hard, and Turlough ignored her, letting her cries wash over him, through him. Turlough lapped at the tiny red bead, revelling in the slightly metallic flavour of her blood. Sweeping his tongue in long languorous strokes to the hollow of her throat, savouring the beading sweat that collected in the precious dips and curves of her collarbones. Turlough's hands worked deftly, and opened Tegan's gaudy blouse, surprised that she had not been wearing a bra. She protested, and wept, begged for him to stop, so strange to see her enfeebled like this. Such a strong woman on the outside, and within the hard shell, a lost young woman, battling her way through a man's world. Determined to show everyone that she too could be right up there with the high flyers.
Turlough bent his head towards Tegan's exposed nipple, his other hand cupping her left breast, fingers teasing, and pinching. Drawing her right nipple into his mouth, he sucked gently, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin, hearing her moan with frustration and disgust.
Slowly he painted small circles round her nipples, kneading her breasts, moulding them, and listening to her breathing become faster, coming in short little gasps.
"Turlough, please" She moaned. He smiled looking up at her, and moved up to lick her jaw, and smother her lips with fierce hot kisses. Tegan's struggles became feeble, tears leaked from under her lashes, whispering to Turlough to stop, just to stop, and go. To leave her alone, this is not what she wants.
He inclines his head, lips brushing her ear tenderly. "You'll enjoy it, " he croons, "If this isn't common ground, I don't know what is," He laughs softly; it flows over her, like warm honey and steel, making her shudder involuntarily. She closes her eyes. Turlough licks away her tears as she gives in.
The Doctor had given in too, just as Tegan has, as Nyssa had done, his reserve crumbling, the bemused expressions as Turlough made his advances, and the shocked look as he has climaxed at the hands of the young Trion. The doctor had found Turlough sneaking from Nyssa's room, heard her sobbing quietly, and noted Turlough's dishevelled appearance.
The Doctor's voice had hardened as he has sent Turlough to his own room, eyes cold, and brows furrowed in disgust. Turlough couldn't resist looking over his shoulder as the Doctor let himself into Nyssa's room, crooning softly with words of comfort. Turlough found out later how the Doctor soothed the hurt, and it made Turlough smile.
The first time with the Doctor had been exquisite, there in the TARDIS kitchen, where they had their verbal disagreement over Turlough's treatment of Nyssa. Turlough denied nothing, and detailed everything, stroking himself as he did so, and his back against the door. The doctor looked away, embarrassed, and had tried to move the young companion out of the way, so he could escape, and deal with the fire in his loins. In his own way.
Turlough had grabbed the Doctor's lapels, and kissed him hard, tongue seeking an entrance, hand fumbling at the Doctor's trousers, searching, wanting. He had dropped to his knees, and shamelessly taken the doctor into his mouth, sucking and licking, fingers probing. He drew back, and watched the trembling Doctor, and smiled as the Time Lord Had demanded Turlough present himself. They both cried out as the Doctor pieced his friend, rocking slowly as they both came.
Turlough remembered the look on the Doctor's face, as he hastily arranged himself, and fled from the room red faced. It'd not be the last time it happened.
Looking down at Tegan, seeing her part her lips, Turlough bent to kiss her, a slow dance of tongues, teeth clicking now and again, the silence punctuated by moans. He moved his hands down over her body, stroking and pinching. Parting her thighs, he moved his hand slowly upwards, and began to tease her clit, through the cotton fabric of her underwear. He slid off the bed, and undressed quickly, then pushed the awful leather skirt up to Tegan's hips; using her nails scissors on the bedside table he has cut away her underwear, exposing her fully. Half naked, bound and vulnerable. She looked up at him, eyes widening as she saw his cock, angry and erect. She licked her lips.
I'm not that stupid, thinks Turlough, one snap of those teeth, and it's all over. Instead, he moves to the end of the bed, climbing on, and parting Tegan's legs with his knee. She may be more willing right now, he thought, but she'll soon fight back when he gets started.
He lie's before her, kissing her thighs, listening to the soft intake of her breath, moving upward, to the thatch of neatly trimmed hair, licking the soft skin. He uses his hands to part her wider still, and quickly but firmly sweeps his tongue through the velvet folds of her sex. She cries out, encouraging Turlough to lick and suck harder. He scrapes his teeth over her clit, making her shudder violently, and grind her hips downward. Moving his hand upwards, he slicks a finger, and probes the opening, pushing into her. She bucks under him, and he slides in two more fingers, pushing them in and out of her quickly and ruthlessly.
" It hurts" she cries, Turlough ignores her, his tongue seeking an entrance, laving her asshole, darting to and fro. He moves slicked fingers down ward, and resumes licking her clit, tasting her. Marvelling at the organic flavour, mildly salty, and something else that he can't quite place.
He circles a tighter opening, slipping a finger in gently, she cries out wordlessly, he moves his finger in deeper, twisting it, drawing back, and adding another finger, heedless of her cries to stop. He fucks her like that till she weeps, hard and fast, licking her clit, drowning in the sound of her wordless shouts.
Withdrawing, Turlough moves up towards Tegan's face, she look up at him hoping he's finished. He smiles nastily, and thrusts himself into her hot wet opening, making her body arch under him. He moves quickly and brutally, taking more and more from her.
Gripping her legs, and placing them on his shoulders, he pushes against her asshole, slick with her own lubricant, he thrusts his cock deep into her.
The Doctor exits the kitchen with his tea, and hears a wordless scream, hard edged with pain.
"Tegan!" he breathes. He drops the pot, it shatters spraying scalding fluid and hot ceramic across the floor, splashing his trouser legs and shoes, and he runs towards her room.
When he arrives, he sees a half dressed Turlough exit her room, and close the door behind him. The doctor is reminded of the countless times that Turlough has left his room or Nyssa's in the same fashion. He faces the Trion, and glares at him. "You promised you would leave her alone" Anguished he looks at the door to Tegan's room, afraid of what he'll see, and desperate to help her.
Turlough smiles with satisfaction, pocketing his tie. He regards the Doctor for a moment or two "Yes, I did, didn't I" with that he saunters down towards his own room, with the doctor staring after him.
After a moment or two, he composes himself, and raps softly on the door. "Tegan?" he enquires gently" May I come in?" he hears a muffled sob. " Go away, please? I'll be fine"
The Doctor knows that's not true, and opens the door carefully, and enters.
Turlough has stopped watching, and smiling. The Doctor, the proverbial balm to heal all wounds, except perhaps his own.
The Doctor gingery sits on the edge of Tegan's bed, and smoothes the hair from her brow.
She shudders, and turns away from him, her whole body shaking. He strokes her back gently, wanting to take away the hurt, and the humiliation that she feels right now. Closing his eyes, his moves closer to her, and tries to communicate his need to help to her. " Brave heart Tegan" he murmurs quietly "Brave heart"
Author: siamesegoth2
Pairing: Turlough/Tegan Turlough /Nyssa(memory) Turlough/Five(memory) implied Five/Nyssa implied Five/Tegan.
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-con, tie!porn, butt sex, stroke, oral, F/M , Comfort.
The Doctor was reclining lazily in his favourite chair, trying to read a book of Serpaxian poetry, and enjoy a cup of tea.
He had taken to coming to the library more often. The bickering between Turlough and Tegan made his head hurt, and he felt that they should just be allowed to hammer it out between them. No point in becoming involved in their childish antics to out do each other any longer.
The last straw was when Turlough had stated sourly, that humans were nothing more than primitive apes with the ability to talk, and use simple tools. Unfortunately, Tegan had just entered the console room before the Doctor could even produce so much as a stern look, and admonish Turlough for making such an insensitive remark.
Tegan exploded in her traditional Aussie form. Hands on hips and feet apart, she let rip, with a barrage of hefty insults, calling Turlough everything from being the Black Guardians favourite pet, right down to being a snivelling, cowardly little sneak. Turlough responded in kind with his usual sarcastic manner, and had stated that it was a bit rich coming from the loudest 'ape' that he had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
"Doctor, are you going to let him get away with that? Are you?" demanded the irate airhostess.
" Well, I…"
"Typical" shot back Turlough nastily " you couldn't fight a battle of wits on your own without involving the Doctor"
"If it's a fight you want then just try me," snarled Tegan, stepping forward to raising her hand.
Alarmed and outraged the Doctor puts himself between Tegan and Turlough, before she blackened his eye. " I think that's quite enough you two," said the Doctor firmly. Tegan opened her mouth to reply, and Turlough was doing the same.
"I said that's enough. Turlough, that was uncalled for" Tegan smiled with grim satisfaction, but it didn't last for long. The Doctor turned to her. "Tegan, I am shocked that you, of all people, would resort to violence. It stops now. Both of you."
Tegan blew up again " But he started it!" she began. The Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily. "Out. Go on, both of you. Take a walk in the corridors, sit in the cloister room, or your own. Either way I want you to both calm down, and stop acting like children. I will not play umpire between you, for any reason." The pair gave each other a sour look, and started to leave the console room.
"One last thing" said the Doctor " You are both to find some common ground, and work out your differences. I don't care how you do this, but just do it." Tegan and Turlough looked at the doctor, as if he had just grown a third eye, and dribbled down the front of his shirt. "I mean it. If you don't work something out, I will land the TARDIS, and leave you on an uninhabited planet, until you learn to appreciate each other's differences. " With that, they stalked off through the interior door, bickering as they went.
Watching them go the Doctor sighed, and once again, found he was asking himself why he chose to travel with others. Especially when they were as volatile, as his current companions.
It had been 3 hours since that last little escapade, and the Doctor was quite enjoying the peace and quite that the sanctuary of the TARDIS library provided. The Doctor picked up his cup, took a sip, and grimaced. "If there is one thing I hate more in the universe, it's cold tea!" With that, he uncoiled himself, and went in search of the TARDIS kitchen, to refresh his pot.
Meanwhile, Turlough and Tegan were still engaged in their bitter exchange. Tegan was storming through the corridors gesturing angrily, and loudly proclaiming that Turlough was an idiot of immense proportions.
Turlough grinned behind her back, sometimes humans were so easy to provoke. This of course made Tegan a prime target; everything seemed to push her over the edge. Turlough kept pushing the buttons, and Tegan became angrier and angrier. Funny, thought Turlough, she's rather splendid when she's angry. This stopped him for a moment, as if he couldn't believe he had just entertained such a thought. She was human, loud, and brash and wore the worst clothes he had ever seen on a woman, probably the worst in existence.
Yet he found himself staring at her as she stomped dramatically through the TARDIS.
A seething rainbow comet, hurtling through the white corridors. An idea began forming in his mind, it was risky, but he was sure it would be worth it, it usually was. Tegan suddenly stopped, and realised that her tormentor was no longer following her, she turned round, and saw him just standing there, fiddling with that stupid tie
"Just what do you think your looking at?" demanded Tegan hotly. Turlough gave her an odd smile, and continued to play with his tie. "Nothing in particular " he replied.
The pair had stopped just outside of Tegan's room. "Well if your going to continue to look like an idiot, and insult my planet, and myself, then I think I'm going to go and read for a while."
"The Doctor said we should talk about this," replied Turlough slyly. "Nuts to you, and to the Doctor." said Tegan cheekily. "I'll talk when I'm good and ready." With that she opened her door, and went inside.
"Wait, Tegan…I'm sorry." Tegan couldn't believe her ears. " I was wrong to say that all humans are primitives, and I was wrong to insult you. Can't we talk about this? Like mature adults. Please?" Tegan shook her head slowly. " I don't think so, I need time to calm down, and then we can discuss it" She replied carefully. With that she began closing the door. Turlough moved so quickly Tegan was taken aback. He pushed passed, and stepped smartly into the room, his back against the door.
"I think it needs to be discussed now," sneered Turlough. Alarmed by this Tegan tried backing away from him, but the bed got in the way, she was stuck. "Get out" she spat. Turlough grinned and advanced towards her, pulling his tie from around his neck. "I don't think so" he replied easily. Tegan made to run, and dodge round Turlough to escape, but he caught her easily by the arm, and spun her back round, throwing her onto the bed.
Straddling her, he held Tegan's hands above her head, gripping her wrists painfully; his face only inches from her own. " I'll scream," panted Tegan. Turlough laughed softly. "I hope so, otherwise this isn't going to be nearly as much fun"
Shifting his weight, Turlough gathered Tegan's wrists in one hand, and with the other, slowly brought his tie across her face, and binding her hands together. Using the last inches of the material, he tied her to the bars on the brass headboard. He was watching her face the whole time, drinking in the horror and panic; watching her pupils dilate, and her cheeks colour with shame. He always looked for that, the moment where they realised there was nothing they could do. Tegan was different only because somewhere in her eyes, there was a spark of defiance.
Nyssa had been the same, at least for a little while. She'd fought like a hellion, Turlough was surprised by her wiry strength, but her struggles just made it all the more exciting. She bit, and cried and tore, and still he continued. He had to be careful afterward, Nyssa had scratched his arms, that had meant no wandering the TARDIS in shirtsleeves, but it was something he could live with.
Nyssa had threatened to tell Tegan and the Doctor about Turlough, and his 'attacks' She never did, she accepted them after a while, using it as a way to combat her own angst. Urging him on with rough little cries as she rode him, and when it was over, rolling onto her side, to stare blankly into space, and hollowly demanded he leave her alone.
When she had left the TARDIS crew to stay on Terminus, she had spoken to him privately when Tegan and the Doctor had retreated to the TARDIS discreetly. She had kissed him deeply, and then slapped him as hard as she could and turned away, never looking back. Thankfully Tegan was too upset, and had fled to her room, and hadn't noticed the splash of red on his face. The Doctor had seen it though, he knew why it was there, and he had looked away.
Tegan was struggling again, and Turlough came out of his daydream. He leaned forward whispering in her ear, and gently licking her jaw and neck. " Shhh, it's alright," he said almost tenderly. " I wont hurt you, you know." Tegan strained to pull her head away from his lips and tongue, as he whispered, pleaded, as though trying to assure her. "Get off of me" she hissed, and bucked to try and throw him off. She was angry, and frightened by the vacant look in his eyes and the fact her fingers, and hands were growing numb, and white above her head.
Ignoring her Turlough continued nibbling and sucking. Licking the little bite marks to soothe them, tiny red stains spreading across her neck and throat. His hands roaming her body, as she fought beneath him, breathing hard, and spewing a litany of obscenities, he had never heard her use before.
She cried out as he bit too hard, and Turlough ignored her, letting her cries wash over him, through him. Turlough lapped at the tiny red bead, revelling in the slightly metallic flavour of her blood. Sweeping his tongue in long languorous strokes to the hollow of her throat, savouring the beading sweat that collected in the precious dips and curves of her collarbones. Turlough's hands worked deftly, and opened Tegan's gaudy blouse, surprised that she had not been wearing a bra. She protested, and wept, begged for him to stop, so strange to see her enfeebled like this. Such a strong woman on the outside, and within the hard shell, a lost young woman, battling her way through a man's world. Determined to show everyone that she too could be right up there with the high flyers.
Turlough bent his head towards Tegan's exposed nipple, his other hand cupping her left breast, fingers teasing, and pinching. Drawing her right nipple into his mouth, he sucked gently, scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin, hearing her moan with frustration and disgust.
Slowly he painted small circles round her nipples, kneading her breasts, moulding them, and listening to her breathing become faster, coming in short little gasps.
"Turlough, please" She moaned. He smiled looking up at her, and moved up to lick her jaw, and smother her lips with fierce hot kisses. Tegan's struggles became feeble, tears leaked from under her lashes, whispering to Turlough to stop, just to stop, and go. To leave her alone, this is not what she wants.
He inclines his head, lips brushing her ear tenderly. "You'll enjoy it, " he croons, "If this isn't common ground, I don't know what is," He laughs softly; it flows over her, like warm honey and steel, making her shudder involuntarily. She closes her eyes. Turlough licks away her tears as she gives in.
The Doctor had given in too, just as Tegan has, as Nyssa had done, his reserve crumbling, the bemused expressions as Turlough made his advances, and the shocked look as he has climaxed at the hands of the young Trion. The doctor had found Turlough sneaking from Nyssa's room, heard her sobbing quietly, and noted Turlough's dishevelled appearance.
The Doctor's voice had hardened as he has sent Turlough to his own room, eyes cold, and brows furrowed in disgust. Turlough couldn't resist looking over his shoulder as the Doctor let himself into Nyssa's room, crooning softly with words of comfort. Turlough found out later how the Doctor soothed the hurt, and it made Turlough smile.
The first time with the Doctor had been exquisite, there in the TARDIS kitchen, where they had their verbal disagreement over Turlough's treatment of Nyssa. Turlough denied nothing, and detailed everything, stroking himself as he did so, and his back against the door. The doctor looked away, embarrassed, and had tried to move the young companion out of the way, so he could escape, and deal with the fire in his loins. In his own way.
Turlough had grabbed the Doctor's lapels, and kissed him hard, tongue seeking an entrance, hand fumbling at the Doctor's trousers, searching, wanting. He had dropped to his knees, and shamelessly taken the doctor into his mouth, sucking and licking, fingers probing. He drew back, and watched the trembling Doctor, and smiled as the Time Lord Had demanded Turlough present himself. They both cried out as the Doctor pieced his friend, rocking slowly as they both came.
Turlough remembered the look on the Doctor's face, as he hastily arranged himself, and fled from the room red faced. It'd not be the last time it happened.
Looking down at Tegan, seeing her part her lips, Turlough bent to kiss her, a slow dance of tongues, teeth clicking now and again, the silence punctuated by moans. He moved his hands down over her body, stroking and pinching. Parting her thighs, he moved his hand slowly upwards, and began to tease her clit, through the cotton fabric of her underwear. He slid off the bed, and undressed quickly, then pushed the awful leather skirt up to Tegan's hips; using her nails scissors on the bedside table he has cut away her underwear, exposing her fully. Half naked, bound and vulnerable. She looked up at him, eyes widening as she saw his cock, angry and erect. She licked her lips.
I'm not that stupid, thinks Turlough, one snap of those teeth, and it's all over. Instead, he moves to the end of the bed, climbing on, and parting Tegan's legs with his knee. She may be more willing right now, he thought, but she'll soon fight back when he gets started.
He lie's before her, kissing her thighs, listening to the soft intake of her breath, moving upward, to the thatch of neatly trimmed hair, licking the soft skin. He uses his hands to part her wider still, and quickly but firmly sweeps his tongue through the velvet folds of her sex. She cries out, encouraging Turlough to lick and suck harder. He scrapes his teeth over her clit, making her shudder violently, and grind her hips downward. Moving his hand upwards, he slicks a finger, and probes the opening, pushing into her. She bucks under him, and he slides in two more fingers, pushing them in and out of her quickly and ruthlessly.
" It hurts" she cries, Turlough ignores her, his tongue seeking an entrance, laving her asshole, darting to and fro. He moves slicked fingers down ward, and resumes licking her clit, tasting her. Marvelling at the organic flavour, mildly salty, and something else that he can't quite place.
He circles a tighter opening, slipping a finger in gently, she cries out wordlessly, he moves his finger in deeper, twisting it, drawing back, and adding another finger, heedless of her cries to stop. He fucks her like that till she weeps, hard and fast, licking her clit, drowning in the sound of her wordless shouts.
Withdrawing, Turlough moves up towards Tegan's face, she look up at him hoping he's finished. He smiles nastily, and thrusts himself into her hot wet opening, making her body arch under him. He moves quickly and brutally, taking more and more from her.
Gripping her legs, and placing them on his shoulders, he pushes against her asshole, slick with her own lubricant, he thrusts his cock deep into her.
The Doctor exits the kitchen with his tea, and hears a wordless scream, hard edged with pain.
"Tegan!" he breathes. He drops the pot, it shatters spraying scalding fluid and hot ceramic across the floor, splashing his trouser legs and shoes, and he runs towards her room.
When he arrives, he sees a half dressed Turlough exit her room, and close the door behind him. The doctor is reminded of the countless times that Turlough has left his room or Nyssa's in the same fashion. He faces the Trion, and glares at him. "You promised you would leave her alone" Anguished he looks at the door to Tegan's room, afraid of what he'll see, and desperate to help her.
Turlough smiles with satisfaction, pocketing his tie. He regards the Doctor for a moment or two "Yes, I did, didn't I" with that he saunters down towards his own room, with the doctor staring after him.
After a moment or two, he composes himself, and raps softly on the door. "Tegan?" he enquires gently" May I come in?" he hears a muffled sob. " Go away, please? I'll be fine"
The Doctor knows that's not true, and opens the door carefully, and enters.
Turlough has stopped watching, and smiling. The Doctor, the proverbial balm to heal all wounds, except perhaps his own.
The Doctor gingery sits on the edge of Tegan's bed, and smoothes the hair from her brow.
She shudders, and turns away from him, her whole body shaking. He strokes her back gently, wanting to take away the hurt, and the humiliation that she feels right now. Closing his eyes, his moves closer to her, and tries to communicate his need to help to her. " Brave heart Tegan" he murmurs quietly "Brave heart"