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“ I have found that Time Lords tend to be absolute rubbish at knowing how to be happy, so if you happen to find yourself in a position to make one happy, do it. But don’t do it haphazardly, do it with your whole heart, because they have two and will use every ounce loving you back.”
A Companion’s Handbook to Time Lord Domesticity, 1 st Edition, Sarah Jane Smith
The Doctor sat there, dumbstruck, staring at the ring. This was definitely unexpected. But, wasn’t this the next logical step in growing old together, like they wanted? Yaz shift anxiously, awaiting a reply. The Doctor was frozen, she didn’t know what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to get herself to speak.
Yaz noticed her hesitation and blanched, feeling embarrassed. She quickly closed the box and started to stand, mumbling rapidly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll just... I’ll just go...” But before she could finish, the Doctor reached out and gently cupped her face.
“Look at me,” she whispered, softly guiding Yaz’s face back up to meet her eyes, “Of course the answer is ‘yes’. The answer will always be ‘yes’.” With that, she pulled Yaz to her gently, pressing their lips together for a slow, deep kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss, Yaz whispered, “I was so scared you'd say ‘no’.”
“I was scared I wouldn’t get ‘yes’ out fast enough.” The Doctor smiled as Yaz moved to sit next to her.
Yaz pulled the box back out, fiddling with it when the Doctor plucked it out of her hands. She gently opened to reveal the beautiful, but simple, band. She stared at it, mesmerized.
“I know it’s not much, but...”
“I love it. It’s perfect.” The Doctor interrupted and quickly kissed her cheek, “You know me, I don’t need much.” She thrust out her hand, wiggling her fingers for Yaz to slip on the ring. Perfect fit, of course, then she leaned in for a proper kiss. With a contented sigh, the Doctor pulled Yaz to lay in her arms on the soft forest floor.
A gentle quiet overtook them as they mulled over the gravity of their new situation. The Doctor drawing lazy circles on Yaz’s back, Yaz smiling contentedly as she curled into the Doctor’s arms.
“I love you, too, Doctor.” The Doctor’s only reply was a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“Hey,” Yaz whispered into the silence, “Let’s get back to the house. I’m in desperate need of a cup of tea and a proper bed.” The Doctor simply replied with an “mmhmm” as Yaz sighed and pushed herself to her feet, dragging the Doctor along with her.
Yaz led the Doctor back, fingers tightly interlaced, thumb gently rubbing against her palm. As they entered the house, she decided the tea could wait, she had something far more important on her mind. When she steered them towards the bedroom and away from the kitchen, the Doctor looked at her quizzically, then blushed as realization hit her. It had been awhile since they’d been intimate; all of the therapy and healing didn’t leave much emotional room for it. But, despite her nervousness, she desperately wanted to be close.
Once they reached the bedroom, the Doctor realized Yaz had had a very detailed plan all along. The room was lit by dozens of small candles with soft, lofi music playing in the background. As she took in the sight, Yaz moved to catch her eye.
“I’ve told you what you mean to me. Now let me show you.”
The Doctor gulped as she was pushed towards the bed. Yaz’s eyes flicked down to the Doctor’s lips, making her unconsciously lick them. Yaz grinned wickedly at that and the Doctor saw something change in her eyes. She snaked her arms around the Doctor’s waist, pressing their bodies together as their lips collided. Yaz nipped at the Doctor’s bottom lip, making her gasp and groan. A soft tongue slipped between parted lips as Yaz dove in for more. Her eager hands made their way up the Doctor’s lithe body, slipping under her shirt to find soft skin just waiting to be kissed and licked. As fingertips danced over her ribcage the Doctor hissed, making Yaz grin into their kiss. The passionate kiss broke as Yaz pushed first the Doctor’s shirt, then her bra, up and over her head.
When Yaz pulled away to discard her own clothes, she took a moment to take in the beauty before her. “Wow,” she sighed breathily.
“What?” The Doctor eyed her quizzically, then looked around as if trying to find the amazing thing that had caught Yaz’s attention. Yaz laughed softly, rolling her eyes then pulled the silly woman back into her arms.
“You, you idiot.” The Doctor blushed in response as Yaz pulled her close, delighting in the feeling of smooth skin shifting against her own. The Doctor nuzzled her neck, leaning down to kiss and nip it as she twined her fingers in thick, ebony hair. Yaz groaned as the Doctor’s teeth found the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, sinking in just enough to delight. As much as she wanted to give in, she needed to show the Doctor how very loved she was, and so she gently pulled away from the questing mouth and pulled the Doctor’s face up to meet hers.
As their eyes met once more, they melted into another kiss, this time slow and sensual. When their lips touched, their mouths gradually slipped open, begging one another for more. Yaz’s fingertips trailed up and down the Doctor’s back, causing goosebumps to cover the Doctor’s whole body. As her back arched into the sensation, Yaz dove at her neck finding the rapid pulse point and sucking it into her mouth. The Doctor groaned as teeth sank into her flesh, making the hands in Yaz’s hair tighten roughly. Yaz grumbled at the thrill of making her Doctor lose her oh-so-tightly-wound control.
All the while, Yaz had been slowly nudging them towards the bed. When the Doctor’s legs collided with it, they both tumbled backwards in a heap. They broke apart giggling, each lying flat on their backs. The Doctor rolled onto her side to watch the wonder in Yaz’s eyes and see the beautiful crest of her smile. The sight always made her melt.
Yaz caught her staring and looked back intently but remained silent. The Doctor leaned forward and pressed a single kiss to her slightly parted lips. Yaz pulled her close, deepening the kiss as she rolled on top of her, settling between her legs. The heat of the Doctor’s arousal pressed through her trousers into Yaz’s belly making her groan with pleasure. The Doctor gasped as Yaz adjusted, putting even more pressure on her core. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Yaz’s waist, pulling her in tightly while her hands tangled in Yaz’s hair, pulling her down until their lips were a breath a part. They paused for a split second before the Doctor pulled her down roughly. Their lips crashing together as hands explored and tongues ravaged.
Yaz broke away to trail kisses down the Doctor’s throat. When she reached the swell of breasts, she traced one nipple with her tongue while the other was caressed by gentle fingertips. The pleasure made the Doctor arch into the touch, groaning. Yaz continued working her way down until she came to the Doctor’s trousers. She looked up and arched an eyebrow making the Doctor swallow hard and nod vigorously. Yaz chuckled as she undid the button and zipper, then slowly slid them all the way off.
The Doctor propped herself up on her elbows and watched Yaz’s every move. She began dragging her fingertips up and down the inside of the Doctor’s legs, reaching all the way to the top then slipping back down the way she came. The teasing was driving the Doctor mad. Every time Yaz’s fingers got close to her sex the Doctor twitched and whimpered with need, but Yaz continued to deny her. Instead of giving in, she slowly crawled her way back up the Doctor’s body, settling between her legs again. The heat and wetness made them both gasp. The Doctor wrapped one leg wrapped around Yaz’s waist pulling her in snuggly. Yaz trembled to feel the desire pooling between them.
The pressure made her hips twitch, eliciting a moan from the beautiful woman beneath her. Experimentally, she decided to slightly thrust her hips again. Another delicious moan and now two legs were wrapped around her waist. Interesting. She shifted to widen her stance, giving herself more leverage to move and thrust again, this time the pressure against her own sex had her moaning right along with the Doctor. The Doctor writhed beneath her, hands desperately grasping her ass, pulling her in tighter. Yaz began thrusting in earnest now, at a slow rhythmic pace. The Doctor’ eyes were squeezed shut and her whole body was taught with tension. She moaned and whimpered, wordlessly begging for something more.
When she slowed to a stop the Doctor’s beautiful hazel eyes popped open, questioning. Yaz simply leaned in and kissed her deeply, while slowly snaking one hand between their sweat slicked bodies. Her fingertips slipped between them to find the Doctor’s soaked core. As Yaz cupped her, the Doctor thrust against her hand and groaned. The tension running through her body was palpable, she needed more, but Yaz wasn’t just going to give it to her. She needed to be asked. Politely.
Yaz slowly ground the heel of her hand against the Doctor’s mound while her fingertips danced around her entrance. Each time she came close, but didn’t enter, the Doctor whimpered with need. She had one hand tangled in the sheets while the other was grasping Yaz’s bicep for dear life. Her chest heaving while her legs trembled. Yet still, Yaz denied her.
Yaz leaned down to lay a soft kiss on the Doctor’s lips and whisper, “What do you need, my love?”
There was that look again. This time the Doctor knew exactly what it was: Desire. Possession. Need. Want.
Love.
“Please, Yaz. I need you.” The Doctor whimpered, but apparently that was not the answer Yaz was looking for because she continued the torture. So, the Doctor tried again. Between groans and whimpers she managed, “I need you. Inside me. Please.”
Yaz grinned wickedly, “With pleasure, my love,” then slowly dipped her fingers inside the Doctor’s delicious heat, moaning every inch of the way. “Fuck,” she whispered as she felt the Doctor tighten. Meanwhile, the Doctor had gone rigid, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled by her love. But when Yaz started to thrust her fingers in and out? She let out a carnal moan and her hips started to buck against Yaz’s hand, of their own accord.
The surprise of seeing the Doctor come undone due to her ministrations was one thing, but listening to her whimpers and groans was something else entirely. Yaz decided then and there that she would do any and everything in her power to make her love feel this good as often as possible.
She pressed her hips against her hand and began thrusting again, pushing her fingers deeper with each thrust. The Doctor wrapped her legs around Yaz’s waist, pulling her in as tightly as possible, meeting each thrust at its peak. The pressure was pushing Yaz’s own desire towards the edge, not to mention the tightness of the Doctor squeezing her fingers or the wetness dripping between them. The pleasure continued to build between them until the Doctor begged for something more, “Your tongue. Please. I need your tongue.” Yaz was all too happy to oblige and simply slid down the Doctor’s body, finding her way to the core of her.
Once she was settled between the Doctor’s legs, she kissed up and down her inner thighs, skipping over where she was needed most. She inhaled deeply, the scent of the Doctor’s heat was intoxicating. Her kisses started getting closer and closer to the mark, causing more whimpering from the Doctor. Yaz chuckled and decided to just give her what she wanted.
She dragged her tongue deftly from the Doctor’s clit down to her opening where she lapped at the flowing juices eagerly, reveling in the taste of her. Slipping her tongue inside, she felt the Doctor squeeze around her, making her moan. After pushing her tongue in and out for a bit, she moved her tongue back up to the Doctor’s clit. She took that tense bundle of nerves between her lips and began sucking and licking while two fingers teased at the Doctor’s entrance. The Doctor moaned as she was filled and wrapped her hands in Yaz’s hair again, holding her tightly against her. Yaz continued thrusting deeply as her tongue did laps around the Doctor’s clit. Suddenly, the Doctor’s breathing changed, as did her grip on Yaz. Her whole body tensed for a split second then she crashed over the edge in an explosion of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly as wave after wave slammed her against Yaz’s hand and mouth. Her cries of ecstasy filled Yaz’s ears as she helped ease the Doctor back down. Slow, gentle strokes replaced the powerful thrusts, soft licks replaced the ravaging mouth.
When Yaz finally managed to pull herself away, she kissed her way up the Doctor’s body, relishing the sight of her lover; disheveled, breathless, trembling. Absolutely beautiful. She settled herself next to the Doctor, pulling a blanket over them, and cuddling in close.
“So, do you know now?” Yaz asked as she pulled the Doctor into her arms.
The Doctor looked back at her, confused, “Do I know what?”
“What you mean to me.” Yaz smiled as realization showed across the Doctor’s face.
“Definitely maybe. You may need to show me again later. Just in case. Can never be too careful with that sort of information. Repetition is key.” The Doctor’s rambling made Yaz chuckle and roll her eyes as she leaned in for one last kiss before falling asleep in her lover's arms.