So Very Meta - From rude_not_ginger

[thecricketer]

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble that does just that!

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[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

*queues up*

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Her lips are the colour of grass turned to dust; his eyes are a forest on fire under a dead sun.

It is only a matter of Time before she kisses him again, and this time, he does not freeze, he does not turn away, and his lips don't part for the words stinging his tongue.

She presses him against the console, and he can't find it in himself to mind when her tongue parts them instead, when she presses her thigh between his legs.

He does, however, gasp "Mind the controls…" when her lips move to his throat.

She tilts her head up and gives him that disdainfully incredulous look that he's grown so used to. He's quite fond of it, when it's directed at someone else.

Instead of a sharp retort she bites his neck, and it makes his breath catch. He can feel her smirk against his skin, and it makes him smile, makes his eyes glint as his nails brush up her thigh.

Together they move and mourn and tease and shout; there is sorrow and affection, remorse and kinship. Their minds meet and flinch away and meet again, and some is shared and some is kept hidden.

When it is over they stand together, bare in the stark light of TARDIS, on of the last in the universe, and they hold one another.

"Do you think that was a good idea?" His voice is breathless, and uncertain, and his arms never fall.

She smiles at him. There is wariness behind that smile, doubt and guilt and apprehension, but it is warm all the same.

"I think we should do it again."

[thisway-comes.livejournal.com]

Brilliantly and beautifully done, as always. Thank you! :)

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

:D Thank you. I'm very glad you liked it.