Christmas Ficathon: Day 22
Title: Traditions Part 5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan
Rating: R (adult content - nothing explicit)
Word Count: 489
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
TEASER. Rest will be posted tomorrow. Yay porn!
“Bit like getting to unwrap your present, isn’t it Doc?” Tegan was smiling down at the Doctor cheekily, immensely enjoying the expression he wore, caught between embarrassment, curiosity and arousal. He was seated on his bed and she stood between his legs, her shirt discarded on the floor on top of his jacket and jumper. It was all she had managed to get off him before his hands had begun teasing at the hem of her shirt, curiosity getting the better of him.
The Doctor hummed, considering her attire with the look he normally reserved for scientific curiosities, new species and the like. She wondered silently whether the Doctor had ever actually seen lingerie of this sort before. The bra she had procured was red and made of very little other than lace. It plunged, pushed and dipped in all the right places and all told, there wasn’t very much to it. She knew it did her a great service in highlighting every curve of her breasts; it was precisely the reason she had chosen it. It was obvious enough by the Doctor’s expression that it hadn’t escaped his notice either.
“There’s more,” Tegan hummed, pressing a kiss against his neck and moving his hands to the back of her skirt where the zip was. The Doctor fumbled with the fastening for a moment, and Tegan checked her impatience; it was his gift, after all, and half of her own pleasure was watching the change in his expressions, his enjoyment growing as he worked. He managed to pull down her skirt at last, inhaling sharply and breathing out what she took to be a very pleased groan. The knickers and garter belt she had found matched the bra perfectly, all red and lace. Not terribly practical or comfortable, but the look on the Doctor’s face made it entirely worth it. His thumb traced idly over the top of one black stocking,
“Do you like it?” She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders, fingers sliding to work the top buttons of his shirt. He swallowed audibly, thumb now trailing up one brace to the top of her garter belt.
“It’s…different.”
“Good different? Help me out here, Doc.” She feigned annoyance and made to pick up her skirt. The doctor stopped her with a firm hand on her thigh. She raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned forward to press a kiss against her rib cage, just below the line of her bra. She smiled, satisfied, and let her hands wander to the Doctor’s hair as he continued to press his lips along her stomach. His hands began to fumble at the fastening of her bra, and she brought her hands around to stop him.
“Not yet. I have one more present to give you.” She grinned devilishly as he furrowed his brow, looking mildly annoyed at having his work stopped. Wordlessly, she bent to remove his suspenders.
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Tegan
Rating: R (adult content - nothing explicit)
Word Count: 489
Summary: The Doctor decides to have Christmas in the TARDIS. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
TEASER. Rest will be posted tomorrow. Yay porn!
“Bit like getting to unwrap your present, isn’t it Doc?” Tegan was smiling down at the Doctor cheekily, immensely enjoying the expression he wore, caught between embarrassment, curiosity and arousal. He was seated on his bed and she stood between his legs, her shirt discarded on the floor on top of his jacket and jumper. It was all she had managed to get off him before his hands had begun teasing at the hem of her shirt, curiosity getting the better of him.
The Doctor hummed, considering her attire with the look he normally reserved for scientific curiosities, new species and the like. She wondered silently whether the Doctor had ever actually seen lingerie of this sort before. The bra she had procured was red and made of very little other than lace. It plunged, pushed and dipped in all the right places and all told, there wasn’t very much to it. She knew it did her a great service in highlighting every curve of her breasts; it was precisely the reason she had chosen it. It was obvious enough by the Doctor’s expression that it hadn’t escaped his notice either.
“There’s more,” Tegan hummed, pressing a kiss against his neck and moving his hands to the back of her skirt where the zip was. The Doctor fumbled with the fastening for a moment, and Tegan checked her impatience; it was his gift, after all, and half of her own pleasure was watching the change in his expressions, his enjoyment growing as he worked. He managed to pull down her skirt at last, inhaling sharply and breathing out what she took to be a very pleased groan. The knickers and garter belt she had found matched the bra perfectly, all red and lace. Not terribly practical or comfortable, but the look on the Doctor’s face made it entirely worth it. His thumb traced idly over the top of one black stocking,
“Do you like it?” She steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders, fingers sliding to work the top buttons of his shirt. He swallowed audibly, thumb now trailing up one brace to the top of her garter belt.
“It’s…different.”
“Good different? Help me out here, Doc.” She feigned annoyance and made to pick up her skirt. The doctor stopped her with a firm hand on her thigh. She raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned forward to press a kiss against her rib cage, just below the line of her bra. She smiled, satisfied, and let her hands wander to the Doctor’s hair as he continued to press his lips along her stomach. His hands began to fumble at the fastening of her bra, and she brought her hands around to stop him.
“Not yet. I have one more present to give you.” She grinned devilishly as he furrowed his brow, looking mildly annoyed at having his work stopped. Wordlessly, she bent to remove his suspenders.
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