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Say my name	By : apainchaud Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 5826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This entire trip has been a nightmare. Things were not supposed to end with me almost being captured and the Doctor almost taking a bullet for me. When we were out of harm's way he lashed out and unlike some of the others, I got lippy. I'm always lippy when someone yells at me. I blame my temper. I thought the water, the quiet and the space from him would help. The shower did nothing but give me more time too brood. I don't want to be mad at him anymore.

I fiddled with my makeup and mascara for no other reason than to buy me time before I had to come back here. I deliberately took forever choosing clothes. I finally decided on tight blue jeans, a white tank top. His silence as I enter is making me uneasy, so uneasy that I just want to scream. I want to hurt him. I want to cry. This just isn't fair. Sometimes I wish he'd just pull the stick out of his nine hundred and some year old ass and loosen up.
I shrug and lean against the railing. The Doctor is pacing the controls in his brown striped suit. Ever since I came here I have become obsessed with watching him. That one’s always been my favorite suit. It just complements his hair, his eyes and his structure so much better than the blue one. He’s pulling levers and he’s lecturing me in a warning tone again. I don’t say anything this time. There is a sad feeling building inside of my thoughts.
He’s always lecturing me. Don't do this, don't do that, why do you always have to wander off? He should know by now humans are curious, why not be so about the universe? Why can he just ever shut-up and accept the fact that not all of us end up like everybody else? Not everyone is the same, that's what makes humans so spectacular. My hands ball into fists as the TARDIS lands. It does not take a genius to realize where we are. My brain and mouth have a lapse of judgment and I spit, "You are such a child Doctor, you really need to grow up!" and I storm out of the TARDIS into a dark apartment bedroom. He brought me home. There is a heavy weight inside my chest and I'm waiting to hear that sound as he leaves. It hurts so bad. I'm holding my breath and releasing it only when my lungs feel they’re going to burst. It seems like time is paused and he won’t leave.
I'm fighting not to turn around, when he suddenly slams me against the wall. I let out a wheeze and choke for air as I look upon the face of a man who is anything but pleased. I was not expecting this. I'm too shocked to even blink. He is inches away from my face. I can feel his breath on me, his brown eyes are burning with fury and his hearts are pounding so hard. I can feel them as his chest rises and falls. I really did it this time.
"Take it back." I can’t find any words to reply him, my mouth is dry and my heart is racing.
He pushes me harder against the wall, his hands tightening around my wrists. There will definitely be marks. This man has no idea what he is doing to me right now on the inside.
"Take it back." He hisses, darker this time and it makes me shiver intensely. I’ve been kicked out the TARDIS though, and he's in my room. My room, my choice.
"Fuck you." I manage, sure not to let my voice shake and positive to make sure I emphasize the vowels just like he would.
"Last warning, take it back, now." The now is what makes me almost moan. I do the only thing my body can think of. I slam myself up against every towering inch of him and his groin as I can. Right next to his ear I manage to hiss,
"Make me."
His fist slams into the wall beside my head as he thrusts up against my pelvis with his groin while his forehead leans against mine. I opened the Doctors cage to unleash something chained, and he wasted no time letting it out. I close my eyes trying to think of something witty, but he’s clasping my breasts so hard in his hands now my feet are almost off the floor. My shoulders are so far into the wall it sends razor blades stinging through them. This alien is kissing my neck and biting at my flesh, it’s so intense my eyes sting with tears and I wonder if he'd actually rip my throat out.
I'm so over whelmed at everything his mouth is doing that I start to thrash out of his grip. It's a little too fast and my brain is close to being over whelmed. He squeezes my wrists again and slams them into the wall to make sure I get the hint. In my panic I manage to kick him. I'm panting and I can taste my own adrenaline. He sort of grunts as he grabs me with a free hand. I fall on top of him and that beautiful smart looking jacket is torn. My finger nails dig into his exposed flesh and I bite him back to prove I am letting him do this to me and I could stop it if I wanted too. His hands grip my arms in response, and I dig a knee into his groin that lets out a groan that makes my insides flip flop with such intensity it’s dizzying. I quickly realizing though, maybe I'm not as in control as I think I am.
In my split second of haze he grabs my chin in his hand and as I gaze at those deep brown eyes in the most intensifying moment possible, he kisses me. It’s so rough; within seconds I can feel my lips bruising and I can taste blood. My blood. He tastes sweet though and his scent is almost over whelming. He tastes like stars ought to taste. His teeth are cold against my tongue and before I can respond back, he has sucked the air from my lungs. His hand is still holding my chin roughly as I gasp against him. His eyes are almost wild looking like there's a fire in them raging out on control. A need and a hunger have taken over.
With one swift maneuver of his legs I'm pinned down. His slender pelvis and shape towering over me. His gaze ripping me apart, like he can see my soul. The floor is hard and cold, unforgiving as he weighs me down and I feel his fingers undo my jeans. This amazing time lord is licking, biting my lips and I can’t look away, I can't blink. Those long slender, strong fingers are shoved inside me so hard, so unforgiving. I’m so wet I can actually feel it running down my thighs, my legs are so weak I can’t move. This strong, wise, ancient, lonely god could do anything he wanted, absolutely anything and I’d be powerless. Completely helpless. My human brain cannot even begin to comprehend the terrifying reality of that as my sexual senses are in over load.
His fingers are touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed. I try to shift against the floor and grasp at something to hold onto, my brain is dizzy with intensity. The sounds coming out of my mouth don't even sound like my own. He’s punishing me with his kisses, a hand has moved to my hair. The more I move his grip is tightening and it’s pulling. I arch off the floor. My orgasms are affecting my whole body. Wave after wave, I can barely breathe out past my throat.
He lifts me up and against him. I can feel his strong arms around me as he wipes the hair from my face. It’s such a romantic pose really. I'm shaking, breathing like I can’t get any air and am totally limp. He’s crouched as he holds me against him. His eyes almost guilty for a split second before he holds me closer. He’s torn between guilt of losing control and still wanting more. I can feel his ever growing arousal against my hip and it sparks a whole new flame of intensity,
"What are you so afraid of? Scared you might actually have fun?" I breathe and with a free hand I grab him. He’s so swollen and I don't understand how he’s still even wearing pants. Something escapes those lips, something the TARDIS does not translate. His lips meet mine, it’s almost like he’s asking permission. I bite him. His blood is sweet, sweeter than anything I’ve ever known as he growls. His hand grabs my throat as I suck the air from him and I love it. These strong hands, this power and fury.
"You shouldn’t have done that" It comes out a hiss between his clenched teeth. He so beautiful when he’s angry.
I smile. There he is, my doctor, the side I need. Time Lord fury. God how I want him to do unspeakable things to me like my life depends on it. I don’t need his love like the others did and tried for; I just need him like this. Just until the need is gone.
He picks me up and somehow without me realizing it my back is arched against the TARDIS controls. I never even realized we’d moved, it was so quick and swift. Like time stopped or paused.
He has a grip on my hair that’s unbelievable; his kisses leave wet bruises on my neck. With one swoop as he cradled my hips my jeans are gone, my hands are free. With urgency I release him from those bloody pants. He moans into my ear as his member is released and the buttons fly off his shirt. I yank away his tie with frustration leaving scratch marks along his neck. I don't even see where it lands as I throw behind me.
There is a pause. Just us breathing, panting like dogs. We’re barely touching one another, then tension is building as his eyes creep up and down me. There is animistic urge now and as he runs his thumb along my lips to look me in the face. I can smell him, smell his want. For a moment the sheer power he holds in that pose makes me feel a bit of fear.
“I'm going to make you scream” The sound of his voice is chilling.
He enters me with such a force I hit one of the controls against my back. There is a deafening noise, and the TARDIS is moving. I don’t care that she is moving, that she’s taking us anywhere in time or space. I don't care that anywhere could mean good, bad, pure evil, danger or death. I don’t care as long as whatever may come through that door does not kill me until I have had my fill. I just want this moment.
My nails dig into his back as I rip what’s left of his shirt off his shoulders. There’s too much clothing and I need to feel his flesh against mine. With one bite my bras gone and his inside me so deep he’s just pushing forwards. He is ramming as deep inside of me as he can. He holds me there so easily, effortlessly and the sensation is overwhelming, there are tears running down my face.
He kisses them away, and for a moment it’s almost heart breaking before we kiss so sweetly. He is moving so slowly in and out that I can hear myself telling him its torture. I’m whimpering like a bloody child. I'm begging him to take away the feelings that are bottling up inside of me. My stomach is burning with a passion I can’t control and I’m so wet its unlike anything I’ve ever known. I just want him to ease it, but every time he pulls out and back in it makes me go crazy. His length, his warmth, his smell, the intense pain of his size sends me higher and higher again. I’m going mad.
My legs are wrapped around his waist and their so tense I feel like I could break his slender hips with them. Our bodies seem to fit together in a way a humans never did against my own. He’s being sweet to me, he’s being kind with his passion. He’s honestly killing me with that over bearing kindness in the middle of making love. I just want him to fuck me, to punish me for how I set him off. To make me say his name loud enough it could implode the universe and even make the TARDIS jealous.
"Doctor... doctor please.." He locks eyes with me then and for a brief moment he hesitates, his breathing is hitched and he almost purrs. I shake my head and bury it in his shoulder. Our bodies are sticking together and he’s shaking just like I am. I hold him so close he could be another part of me. It sounds so pathetic and I almost cry. He kisses me so hard and he slams into me with a force so strong I almost cum right there. There is so much strength too this man and I do not even know just how far it goes. I feel like he could snap me like a twig. He’s so rough and it hurts me in a way I can’t even describe. Hot fresh tears are rolling down my face and there is a sound out of him that is unlike anything I have ever heard. He never slows down as I whimper against him, and he never shows a sign of it ending. It just feels like it’s going to last forever. We’re sliding against one another, it’s so hot in the console room it feels like I can’t breathe.
He is moving faster now, faster and somehow harder. I can swear he’s making me bleed and yet everything coming out of my mouth says I don't care. I’m in so much pain and yet I’ve never felt more satisfied in my entire life. His voice is growing and I can feel myself almost ready to burst. I try to stop myself; I want to feel this together. To etch this in my mind for a life time. He moans so loud and as his hands reach my temples his head touches mine. All of a sudden I can see his face and all these colors, stars and things I do not even have words for. I can feel all these emotions and not all of them are mine. I’m crying, almost sobbing hysterically as I scream his name so loud it’s thunderous. Our voices are echoing together they make my head want to explode. I’m not only feeling me, I’m feeling him. He is feeling himself, and he is feeling me. He’s inside my head and together we could make universes sing. We’re gasping for air, his head is buried in my chest. I lean myself against the cool feeling of the center of the TARDIS console.
I do not know how long time passes, but a cold draft floats in and I realize were not alone. I arch myself up, and I am horrified to see that there is someone here. Only he is looking shocked, flushed and frozen. His cheek bones are tinted red, and I'm not sure he is breathing. Those eyes, that body, that powerful amazing coat and his smell. That amazing smell. It’s the smell that hits me so hard I almost choke. He smells so good it’s like I never even had release in the Doctors arms.
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