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whittakerjodie · 8 months

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Just before I get into the story I would like to explain a few things. Originally, I wrote this story on wattpad. It did quite well on there and, seeing as it is unfinished, I thought I would; rewrite, improve and upload it here chapter by chapter. In this version, im going to be uploading a prologue first in the 3rd person eith the rest of the chapter's being in your (the readers) pov. So, I hope you enjoy my story.

For You

13th doctor x female reader

Synopsis: The doctor finds you on her first outing in her new body. But who are you? And how will you impact each others lives.

Prologue:

Sunlight shone down harshly on the desert like planet below. Looking up to the sky, the doctor sighed and looked at her new gang. Only two-three days into a new regeneration and she had already found herself friends. Hopefully this incarnation would be more open than the last (she hoped anyway).

"Those suns are starting to set. They're moving way faster than I realised. "She told the others absently, not really paying attention to detail until Graham piped up.

"Well, back in the tent, that bloke Ilin said do not travel by night." Realising he was right, she nodded to herself. Nothing could ever be simple.

"We need to move, fast." The doctor stated only for the group to turn around and come face to face with a group of armed, inhuman creatures.

"Whoa! They weren't there when we came in." Graham stumbled back slightly in shock .

"Where did they come from?" Ryan shouted out to no one in particular. Pulling her sonic out the blonde, scanned over them rapidly.

"I don't know. "Her voice was calm but, in actuality, the doctor was panicking and she hated that. Yasmin groaned angrily and looked at her for a way out of this. After all, the humans were only there due to a fault in the doctors original method.

"Oh, my God, Doctor!"

"So much for no life forms on this planet." Looking at them The eldest began to explain , or rather try to.

"They're not alive. They're robot guards. Why would you need robot guards on a deserted planet? Good news is, they're not fully active. So, what we all need to do is very slowly, totally unthreateningly, back out of here."

From inside they suddenly heard the sound of two guns going off within seconds of each other. There was no guessing it was Epzo's doing. Being so aloof, he had probably got himself shot in the progress. However, the robots gears began to turn and they came to life in less than a second.

"Argh! They've been activated! Run!" The doctor yelled and began to rush past the armed robots.

"Move! Move, everyone! Come on!"

Graham encouraged everyone as the others followed. But the robots were too smart.

"Ah! Ah! Swerve! Don't run straight. They're predicting our path! In here!" The doctors voice echoed in the small space as she tumbled into the room that looked like a shooting range. After making sure everyone was in and the guards had lost them, the doctor let out a breath. Waving her hand, she leant against the wall.

"Sit, catch your breath." Not needing to be told twice, Ryan flopped down with a groan.

"You are so dramatic." Yaz scoffed, joining him in a calmer manner. Graham laughed at the younger man's face, he looked deeply offended.

"I am not dramatic."

"You so are." The doctor watched them bicker affectionately and smiled. She loved humans and all their weird little quirks. Gazing ahead, she took in the state of the room. It was big, empty and extremely dusty. Some of the targets had dents and holes from bullets and blasts. At some point, there was working lights on the ceiling. Now, however, there was big gaps or smashed glass in place of them. Also, it was so quiet. So still. In fact, the place looked like it had been barren for many years. Who knows how long. From the corner of her eye, the doctor saw something. Only slight movement, but still, something. Maybe it was sone sand falling. No, it couldn't be. There was a noise, subtle but defensive there.

"Shush.." She muttered, swearing that she'd heard a small cry. Which, should have neen impossible. Why would anyone be there? When the group didn't go quiet as the doctor needed, she huffed and turned to them.

"I said shut up!" And they stopped. Hearing another whimper she put a finger to her lips, signalling for them to be silent as she approached the noise. Behind a pillar, in the corner of the room, sat a huddled figure. Their face buried into their knees.

"Hey..."The Doctor tried to sound gentle as she sat on her knees in front of the person. They whimpered and tried to get even further away. She frowned, sensing the fear this person was radiating. It took a minute, but she eventually spoke, trying hard not to spook them.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Can you look at me? Maybe we could help you?" After a few seconds the person finally lifted their face. The Doctors eyes softened as she saw all the deep wounds. Some looking old, some fresh. It was a girl. A young girl. Her face was cut up badly in some places. Neck covered in dark bruises, she was trembling and trying to hide as much of herself as possible.

"Oh I am so sorry sweetheart. Can you tell me your name?" She looked at them clearly scared. Her eyes almost shook in fear. The doctor could feel her hearts constricting. Or, maybe, that was the pent up regeneration energy. Sure, she had fainted but it was barely any time to recharge.

"Its (y/n)." A cut by her mouth opened up and began to bleed as she spoke.

"Gosh, you're really beaten up. We can help. I promise you." The doctor smiled warmly, gently wiping the blood away. The two locked eyes, the doctor instantly feeling a sense of knowing.

"Doc I don't mean to alarm you but they're nearly here." Graham spoke gently . Probably trying not to scare (y/n).

"Ok ok. Quick introduction then. This is graham, Yaz and Ryan. Oh and I'm the doctor." She nodded startled with how quick they were going.

"Can you walk?" Yaz asked her, offering a smile as well. (Y/n) thought for a moment before attempting to move. Very slowly, she got to her feet. Just as she took a step, her knees gave out. The doctor was quick to react, catching her instantly.

"Is it okay if I pick you up?" Shyly, the girl nod, allowing the doctor to lift her gently.

(Y/n)'s arms wrapped around the tallers neck, the doctors arms holding her up with ease.

"Want one of us to help doc?" Graham asked as they headed towards the exit. Glaring slightly, the timelord shook her head.

"No. She's fine with me." Taking the hint. He simpered and nod. All the while, (y/n) let her head rest upon the doctors chest, listening to her heartbeat. Wait, no. Heartbeats.

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oh to be a 19th century genius computer science inventor who gets to travel with a dashing time traveling alien who then cradles your face as she gently lays your body down on a chair as she wipes your memory of her and then presses a kiss on your cheek

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Thirteen if she wore a suit✨

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Forced to Watch (A belated Febuwhump Post) 13th Doctor X Reader

A/N: So sorry for not posting I fell out of love with writing fiction a little bit but I miss it! Also this is from febuwhump 2022... meant to post it this year then I forgot... awkward moments. whoops. I don't really like this one but it's got some good lines!

Warnings: implied violence, direct references to violence, etc.

Word Count: 2.5k

The silence moving through the air of the cage was deafening. Between it all, left unsaid, was a blame that could not be placed on either of you. But attempts were certainly being made, at least in your own head. It was you that had gotten the two of you into this mess. It was your stubbornness that had put a target on your heads in the first place, your misspoken words that had labeled you and the Doctor as traitors to the crown, as spies. All because you wanted to see more, wanted the adventure to go perfectly, your way, for once.

After all, the Doctor had let you choose your destination. This time, you thought, you could be like her. You could pull her through the unknown, show her new and exciting things. Instead, you had landed the two of you in a cage, waiting to face an unknown danger. Danger wasn’t unknown to you as the Doctor’s companion. But it was different when it was your fault, when it was more than just an occupational hazard. When it was avoidable.

You certainly felt like avoiding everything right now. The Doctor didn’t seem to mind the situation, peering around the empty abyss your cage hung in for clues or escape routes. Perhaps if you apologized once more, ignoring what she said about not having to, it would be enough to prove you were really sorry.

“Don’t apologize again,” The Doctor said softly. “You really don’t have to. Besides, it’s not all that bad. Remember when we were stuck in-”

She was cut off with a small yelp as the cage was tugged upward, violently so. She tried to steady herself on the bars of the cage. However, just as she made her attempt, the cage was tugged again and the force of it sent her across the cage and on top of you with a loud thud. You tried to gasp, but the air was knocked out of you at the same time. Your own body moved awkwardly as you were pulled upward, pushed against the bars. The Doctor tried to steady the two of you, only succeeding in crushing your chest tighter.

“Looks like we’re getting out of the cage at least '' You winced as the alternative came into view; the Qupaci were rather hideous, both in personality and appearance. The majority of their faces were covered by the large tusks protruding from their mouths, from which putrid green saliva dripped. The Prince of the Qupaci, sharing these traits, surprisingly hadn’t caught your eye on the dance floor, where you and the Doctor had been so innocently dancing and talking several hours earlier. Your attention completely captured by the timelords dashing black suit, you hadn’t noticed him make his way onto the floor and towards another alien dancing near the two of you.

You hadn’t realized the words you shared could be seen as conspiratory either. Big mistake.

The Prince was at the back of the crowd that greeted you, watching as the cage reached the top of it hung from. Through the wrinkles and boils covering his face, you could make out his smug expression even from some distance. It stayed in your mind, the image twisting and curdling with the contents of your stomach.

“Right, I think it’s time we talk '' The Doctor said sternly. You looked at her, eyes wide. The Qupaci guards had already drawn quite a few weapons. You weren’t sure it was time to talk just yet. The Prince and his guards laughed, and he made his way towards the pair of you.

“My council deals with many issues these days, with tensions being so high. There is a lot of stress. But there are ways to relieve that stress as well” His lip curled around one of his fangs as he spoke, turning into a smirk. His eyes flitted to one of his ‘council’ members next to him, who was holding a rather rusty looking knife. You winced.

“Crosswords?” The Doctor said sarcastically. She stood, prying herself off of you and wrapped her hands around the bars of the cage, sneering at the Prince. “Best not to threaten me.”

“I promise you, Doctor, there is no threat. Or, at least…” The Prince turned to his guard and shouted: “Not an empty one!” They all cheered, one grabbing the cage and pulling it onto solid ground. The Doctor did not budge, supported by the cage. You, however, had been trying to pull yourself up and were rudely thrust back to the floor of the cage. Cheeks burning in humiliation, you quickly stumbled to your feet- eyes meeting the Princes.

“This one,” he growled.

“I don’t think so” The Doctor hissed in response, doing nothing to slow your quickening heart rate. You had been chosen. But for what?

“Andraxi will have fun with them,” One of the guards said through their slobber. “I wonder which tools he’ll choose.”

“You’re not laying a finger on them” the Doctor said louder, voice echoing throughout the cave.

“Do you know what the Qupaci do to traitors?” Another guard asked, his S dragging on teasingly. You winced. Clearly whatever they had in store wasn’t great. You stared at the back of the Doctor’s head, as if you could somehow read the thoughts occurring inside of it. What sort of plan was she dreaming up? Hopefully there was one in the first place.

“We’re not traitors” You said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Coward might be a better word,” The Doctor snarled. As soon as the words left her mouth, you witnessed something more rare than the birth of a star- a look of pure regret crossed the timelord's face. After all, the words had inspired several more of the aliens to step closer, drawing their weapons, staring at you with intent.

“You, then?” The Prince said coldly. He had squared his shoulders, trying to brush off what the Doctor had said.

“No!” You shouted, having successfully gotten to your feet and to the Doctor’s side. She looked at you, alarmed, and shook her head.

“Yes, me, then. Can’t say I won’t make it a challenge for you.” Her eyes were narrowed, scanning the Prince’s for any other cracks to pry open before he managed to even begin whatever sick plan was in place.

“No,” You insisted. Her narrow eyes focused on you, not losing any intensity. She wasn’t just warning the Prince, now. “I got us into this mess.”

You lowered your voice. “Besides, you’re the one who can get us out of it.”

“I’m also the only one with regenerative ability. Get. Back.” You followed her order out of surprise, physically jumping back, and instantly regretted it. Your chance at an upper hand was lost immediately. Forfeited by your own instinctive dedication.

“Doctor please,” You whispered. “Just because you can heal.. Doesn’t mean you should have to. Please”

“What should I do then, let you suffer?” You held each other’s gazes for a brief moment, waiting for the other to give in.

In the back of your mind you registered the door to the cage opening, but its implications did not fully hit you until scaly arms were dragging the Doctor away from you, another pair shoving you roughly down to the floor. You scrambled up to the door just as it slammed shut, a metallic ring filling your ears as you yelled for the guards to bring her back. The Doctor avoided your gaze as they pulled her out of sight, eyes fixated on the Prince.

He turned to you and chuckled. Reaching through the bars, one of his fingers- no, claws- brushed away a tear, mocking the comfort you should be receiving from the Doctor. You pushed his hand away, and he grasped your shirt instead, pulling you against the bars as tightly as he could. So tightly that it was a wonder the metal didn’t bend to your form.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn before the night is over.”

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The next half an hour was a blur. Firstly, you were slowly lowered back down into the abyss below, left to hang alone. There was nothing you could do. Any attempt to move the cage simply caused it to rock and sway from side to side, your stomach moving twice as fast than it. Desperate for something to happen, you laid your head against one of the bars, trying to extend your ears. Waiting for a noise; the sound of the Doctor’s footsteps, preferably. A reassuring comment, or perhaps the buzz of the sonic. Those were the sounds you wished for, too scared to think of the possibility that you might hear a shriek or scream instead.

The Qupaci were not merciful enough to only allow you the ability to hear them. The cage began to lower further, and you gripped the bars tightly to steady your bones. When you and the Doctor had been captured, the cage had never strayed lower than where you had been seconds ago. What awaited you at the bottom?

There was a loud rumbling, and the darkness started to part in the middle. A door was opening below you. Whatever awaited you was approaching fast. You gripped the bars tighter as the cage picked up speed, as if the rope that held it was running out, falling with you. Sure enough you began to simply fall, until you landed on the floor with a thud. Your body rose and fell against the bottom of the cage, making you groan in pain.

“Y/n!” The Doctor’s concerned voice. Exactly what you needed to hear right now. Just… not in the way it was delivered. When you looked to where her voice was coming from, propped up on your elbows and eyebrows drawn together in focus, your heart fell.

The crowd of guards had parted enough to give you the full view that you wished you didn’t have. The Doctor was strapped to a long, metallic table, her bonds attached to her ankles and each hand, which were spread and raised above her head. They were red, betraying whatever small movements the Doctor would’ve likely been trying to use to escape.

“Are you-”

“Enough!” The Prince yelled. You rushed towards the end of the cage with a distressed yell.

“Let her go!”

The guards and the Prince paid you no mind. The very few that did only offered you a sinister chuckle. They were all stationed at the front, surrounding the Doctor’s bound form. Their cloaks were different from the others. The Prince’s council, you determined. The ones who so desperately needed to resolve the stress they experienced. You gulped as they reached into their pockets and yelled again. The Doctor stared down at the various tools and her gaze hardened. Your heart tore as you realized she was trying to brace herself for what was to come; trying to brace herself for you.

The next few hours were a blur, existing in a special purgatory within your memory. One second, it seemed as though your brain were erasing each minute entirely, getting rid of every piece that was too hard for you to bear. The next, it seemed as though each of those pieces were receiving their own horribly intense spotlight, each movement, each slice or scratch or hit echoing through your bones and soul. Every single one of the Doctor’s yells and groans, uttered through grit teeth and eyes shut tightly.

Looking at the Doctor now, it was as if your brain was conjuring it all up. You wished that was the reality. The golden glow of regeneration energy had been flowing throughout the room for several minutes, wrapping itself around the two of you. The dust only rested near you for a brief time, healing any bruises you’d received. Its real task was to heal its owner, who had suffered so much. In the end, the servants of the Prince had decided to take advantage of his focus on torturing the timelord to carry out a long awaited uprising, freeing the two of you in the process.

“This could’ve been you,” The Doctor sighed, breaking you out of your mental recap. “But, see?”

She held up her shirt, showing off the side of her midriff. Her shirt was still torn and ripped from where the Prince and his council had carried out their evil deeds, but there were no marks as evidence.

“I can heal,”

“It shouldn’t have been you,” You breathed, the air exiting your lungs in a shaky breath. The power behind it made your chin wobble, made your shoulders shake. Your face squeezed together, trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in your eyes. The Doctor softened and took your hand in hers, kissing the back of it. “I hate that you.. I hate them, for doing that to you, I couldn’t help and it hurt, so bad”

“We got out, it’s alright,”

“You could’ve gotten us out,” You said weakly. Your body was giving in to the fear and grief that it had held onto so tightly for hours, weakening your skin and bones. “Would it have been so bad if it was me? You could’ve-”

“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. I felt what they did” You winced, remembering the exact moment your heart broke, the exact moment the Doctor’s walls fell, just moments before the servants had burst through the doors. When you let out a small cry, the Doctor pulled you to her chest for a moment, before pulling you back and holding you by the shoulders. “I saved you. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

"Why can't I save you, why can't I help like you-"

"Because you're not me!" The timelord shouted. She let go of your shoulders, and you froze. "You're not me, and you never will be. You can't be. I get hurt, Y/n. That's how it is, how it always has been. The least I can do is try to make sure you don't"

You shrank backward, all resolve disappearing. The Doctor took a step back as well, rebuilding the same walls that you had been forced to watch crumble.

Later you would both find each other in the library, seeking the other out. In silence, you would both come to accept that it might take a while to process everything that had happened with the Qupari and all that had been said after, words that could not be taken back. Words that conveyed the terrible, terrible truth of traveling with the Doctor. She got hurt. You had, you did, you would, as well. But your days were not infinite. Your pain was not infinite. Hers, tragically, was. One day you would stop running, stop remembering, and existing. But the Doctor would continue on, unable to give up despite the desire to, only able to keep hold of her duty of care.

#13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who imagine #13th doctor imagine

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Jodie filming in Australia

#Jodie Whittaker #13th Doctor

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Jodie portraying the Master at Gallifrey One 2023

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FIRST AND LAST V1

YASMIN KHAN DOCTOR WHO 11x01 “The Woman Who Fell to Earth” 13x09 “The Power of the Doctor”

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woop i forgot to post them here

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Lost (13th Doctor x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Being lost in a rainstorm with the Doctor isn't how you wanted to spend your day, but you could think of worse things to do.

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Warnings: none

“Why can’t you just admit we’re lost?’ you demanded.

“Because we’re not,” the Doctor replied, “mostly.”

The Doctor had brought you to a tiny planet on the edge of the known universe, supposedly to see one of her mates. She’d assured you that you’d love the forest, that it looked like an old fairytale come to life. You should have expected her to park a million miles from her intended destination and then get lost when you set out on foot. It should have been plainly obvious that that was what was going to happen.

Now the air had turned cold and you were beginning to shiver. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice it, not in her long coat. She kept trudging forward. You’d yet to see the promised forest she hadn’t been able to stop hyping up for you. Fog and clouds were beginning to roll in and you weren’t sure she’d noticed.

“You can’t find an entire forest,” you said.

“Forests are very tricky things,” she replied.

Thunder rumbled through the sky. You glanced, wrapping your arms around your body. The Doctor didn’t even paused, pushing past a bush. You followed her, twigs snagging on your clothes. You sighed.

“If we’re not lost, how much further?” you asked.

“Just up here.” She pointed and strode off. You followed her, glancing up at the sky.

Something cold hit your forehead. You blinked. Again, then again.

“Doctor,” you said, trying to get her attention.

“I’m sure we’re almost there,” she replied, not really paying attention to you.

Another drop of rain then another, until there wasn’t any time between each one, fell from above. You groaned, reaching forward to snag her sleeve. She turned her gaze on you, a defence already on her lips. You reached out, tilting her head up until a raindrop hit her eye.

“Ah,” she said.

Another peal of thunder grumbled above you before the heavens open and a sheet of cold rain poured down on you. You shrieked, grabbing onto her arm. She closed her eyes, head still tilted back. You shivered, your clothes beginning to stick to your body. Your hair was plastered to your face and you weren’t sure you’d ever properly dry out again.

Despite how dark it had become under the cover of clouds your eyes snagged on the Doctor. It was like it was during your witch hunting adventure. Twice you’d seen her soaked through and both times you’d had to do your best not to stare at the way her clothes clung to her body, or the way her hair began to curl as it dried. She was beautiful, and being around her was torture. Seeing her now, smile on her face despite the rain, looking as if she’d found bliss, your heart clenched and your fingers itched to reach out and trace the raindrop tracks on her skin.

You let her arm go, stepping back to keep from touching her any more than you already had. Her eyes slowly opened and she turned her head down to look at you. Her smile froze on her face, her eyes dragging over your body. You felt yourself heat up under her gaze, wondering what she was seeing. When her eyes finally met yours again she spun away from you. Disappointment was left in her wake.

“Doctor, what are we going to do?” you asked.

“We just keep going.” She didn’t even turn to look at you.

She was moving so fast now you were stumbling trying to keep up with her. The fog was surrounding the two of you and the rain was making it hard to see. You tripped over something, grabbing onto the back of the Doctor’s coat.

Her arm wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could fall. She stared down at you, your cheeks heating up, fingers still tangled in her coat. It was like time stopped for a moment. You gazed at her, tracing the line of her eyebrows, her nose, her lips. Water was still dripping off her, the shower unending. You wondered what it would be like to catch the droplets on your tongue.

You hastily disentangled yourself from her and stepped back. Her arm was slower to leave your waist, mouth opening to say something. Her eyes swept over you and she shut it with a snap, turning on her heels. You were left feeling as if something had passed you by without you realising, an opportunity lost.

You hurried after her, the dip of disappointment in your stomach making it hard to focus on where you were going. You had to hope she had an idea, because any hope of you seeing landmarks was gone. All you had was her.

“Ah, there we go,” she said, her voice faint over the downpour.

She spun on her heels, arms out either side of her body. You stopped abruptly, almost falling over in your efforts not to run into her. Her clinging clothes made your cheeks heat up. Your eyes followed the trail of a raindrop as it slipped under her neckline. You had to swallow past a lump in your throat.

“No longer lost,” she said.

“I thought you said we were never lost,” you replied, finally tearing your eyes away from her.

“We weren’t,” she said, “just misplaced.”

“That’s another word for lost,” you grumbled.

“Come on.”

She grabbed your hand, dragging you along until you saw a warm light through the darkness. A small cottage emerged around the lit up window, quaint and exactly like something out of a fairytale. The Doctor had been right. If you weren’t being drenched you’d be loving it.

She pounded her fist on the door, looking at it expectantly. Her hand was still in yours, warm and calloused, and you couldn’t help but watch her as she watched the door. The slope of her nose, her cheekbones, hair tucked behind an ear, all wet and dripping and making your mouth dry. She knocked again.

“Looks like he’s not home,” she said.

“Hopefully he’s not out here with us,” you said, looking up at the dark sky.

“Couldn’t hurt to go inside,” she said, tilting her head, “we’ll be a nice surprise for him.”

“And you’re certain this is his house?” you asked.

“Oi, no more questions,” she said.

She let your hand go as she rifled through her pockets. The glow of the sonic as she pointed it at the door was comforting. The wood creaked as a gap of light shone through. She turned to you, raising both eyebrows as if waiting for your applause. You fondly rolled your eyes and pushed the door open, stepping inside, your body brushing against hers.

The air was warm and dry. A fire flickered in the hearth, with old worn armchair sitting in front of it. Flagstone floors with rugs led into a small kitchen, copper pots hanging from hooks. Something spicy was on the air and a cauldron bubbled. A few doors led off the main room, presumably to a bedroom, but no light shone from them. Above, lanterns were lit, bathing the whole place in an orange glow.

You turned, ready to compliment the Doctor on bringing you somewhere so idyllic. She was still standing outside the door, staring at you. You couldn’t see her properly with her outside the light. She wasn’t moving, just staring in at you.

“Doctor?” you asked, worry twisting in your stomach.

She stepped into the house, door closing behind her. Her eyes swept over your body and you felt yourself heat up more than the fire could ever.

“We should get dry,” you said.

“We should,” she agreed.

You turned, holding your hands out to the fire, hoping to blame the heat of your cheeks on the flames. She moved up beside you, coat brushing against your bare arm. When you looked up she was staring deep into the fire, a matching flush on her cheeks.

“Definitely the right place, then?” you asked.

“Alright, “she protested, “you keep asking so many questions and I’m going to start to think you don’t trust me.”

“Well, you do have a habit of not parking where or when you mean to,” you said, gently nudging her.

“I’m a fabulous driver,” she replied, “most of the time. Usually. At least thirty percent of the time.”

Her eyes swept over you again. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. She abruptly turned her head back to the fire, staring into it. You watched her throat bob, breath catching in your chest at the thought of your lips chasing it.

“I wonder where your mate is,” you said, aiming to chase away the thought.

“Probably just popped out for a stroll,” she replied, her voice a little strained.

“He’ll be regretting that then,” you said.

You turned, falling into the armchair. It was soft, letting you sink into it. You hoped the Doctor’s friend wouldn’t mind you sitting on it in your still wet clothes. They were clinging to you uncomfortably, almost fused to your skin. You looked down, groaning when you noticed your shirt had become totally see through, cursing your choice to wear white.

“Hey Doc, can I borrow your coat?” you asked, “I’m not sure I should meet your mate like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, not looking at you.

“In a see through shirt,” you replied, “might give a bad impression.”

Her eyes dragged over to you as she turned her back on the fire. Your breath stuttered in your chest and you weren’t sure what the look in her eye was but it was making your insides turn to jelly. Her eyes swept down, focusing on your chest where it was obvious what you had on underneath. You took a sharp breath in and her eyes tracked the movement, following along.

“Doctor?” you asked.

“A bad impression,” she said, “can’t have that.”

Her voice had turned low and it was all you could do not to grab her and see what else you could do to change her voice. Finally her eyes met yours again and there was a flush high on her cheekbones. You took a shuddery breath in and her eyes flicked down again.

“Doctor?”

Her gaze sprung back to your face. You lent forward, holding out a hand, expecting her to peel the coat from her body so you could put it on. Instead, she slipped her hand into yours, standing in front of you, close enough for your legs to brush against one another.

“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s alright,” she said.

You could only gape up at her.

“Unless that’s not okay. If it’s not okay I won’t kiss you, obviously. Don’t want to make things awkward. Although I suppose by asking to kiss you it might now be awkward if you don’t want to kiss me too. In which case I’m very sorry, and we can forget about this every happening. Unless you do want to kiss me in which case we should probably-“

You tugged on her hand hard enough for her to fall forward. She caught herself, hands on the back of the chair and either side of your face. Her knees were on the soft cushion either side of your thighs. She looked down at you from her position, not saying anything, hovering without touching you.

With a hand to the back of her neck you pulled her in, kissing her for all you were worth. Anything she was going to say was lost between you as you did your best to show her exactly how much you wanted to kiss her.

Your hands slid down to her hips, pulling her until she was sitting in your lap. You nipped at her lip and she gasped into your mouth, allowing your tongue to sweep in. Her fingers buried themselves in your hair as you moaned into her mouth, hands tightening on her. She kissed you with abandon, reminding you of her boundless enthusiasm. You wanted to match her energy, to show her exactly how much you wanted to be in this moment in case she had any doubts.

Your hands wandered, slipping under her coat, trying to find a way under her shirt. So many layers, hiding her skin from you, stopping you from touching her the way you wanted. Her fingers were tugging on your hair and you were growing lightheaded. All that existed was this, was her, and you wanted to savour every moment.

Slowing the kiss down from the frantic beginning, you took your time, exploring her. She whimpered, her body straining towards you as you took charge, kissing her with a reverence you knew she deserved. Every little sound she made spurred you on, wanting to make her make them over and over again. It was your mission in life to hear every noise she could make.

As soon as your hand found its way under shirt she whined. You traced your finger over her spine before pressing your hand between her shoulder blades until there was no space between your bodies. She clutched at you, kissing you like you were her dying breath.

Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip and any restraint you might have had was lost. The wet and the cold were long forgotten, nothing but heat between the two of you. She shifted on top of you, hips rocking as she tried to get closer.

“Oi.”

It took the Doctor a while to draw back from you, her tongue exploring your mouth as if cataloguing it for later use. When she did she was smiling brightly but you were sure you were looking dazed. She turned her head, practically glowing.

“When I told you that you were welcome any time I didn’t mean you could use my place as a hook up spot when I’m not around.”

You blinked your eyes, trying to focus on the man standing just inside the door. He had on a bright yellow mack and other than his shock of turquoise hair, looked completely human. The Doctor wasn’t climbing off you, her fingers still tangled in your hair, occasionally tugging on it which wasn’t helping you focus on the conversation. She didn’t seem to even notice it.

“Sorry about that,” she was saying, “got a bit carried away there.”

“Should I be concerned that you’re here?” he asked.

“Oh no, just here on a friendly visit,” she said.

You lent forward, pressing your forehead into her shoulder, your entire face on fire. He was still staring at the two of you and you couldn’t bare to meet his eye. As you did your best to extract your hand from up the back of the Doctor’s shirt she seemed to unconsciously shift, almost arching towards you. She tugged on your hair and you made a small noise in the back of your throat.

“It’s raining out,” she continued on, “what were you doing out there?”

“Got caught in it,” he replied, “and it looks like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Ah, yes, we did get a bit damp,” she said.

“And now you’re making my chair wet,” he replied.

“Ah, sorry about that.”

She climbed off you, holding out a hand to pull you up. You grabbed it, letting her haul you out of the chair. You looked down again.

“Doctor?” you said, trying to get her attention.

“Hmm?” She looked at you, eyes trailing down. Her hands shifted to your face, cupping your cheeks.

“Doctor,” you said before she could kiss you again. You pointedly looked down at your see through shirt.

“Oh, yes, sorry.”

She pulled the coat off, settling it around your shoulders. You stuck your arms through the sleeves, holding it mostly closed, although given the position you were found in, you’d most likely already made an impression.

“I suppose I’ll make us some tea and we can wait for the storm to stop,” the Doctor’s friend said, glancing between the two of you.

The Doctor pressed a quick kiss to your lips before following after her friend into the kitchen. You took a moment to try and gather your thoughts, then realising you weren’t going to be able to, you followed behind. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Neither could the Doctor.

It was a good day to get lost in a rain storm.

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