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Yaz
Snow was falling softly all around Yaz, gliding gently through the air and landing on her thick scarf. She was standing outside her parent’s flat, all the way back in Sheffield. She’d been to the other side of the universe and to the distant past. Yet, here she was, standing outside the block of flats she technically still lived in with her parents and little sister. She’d been home a few weeks ago - for her anyway. It had been two days on the calendar, but they travelled in time. So really, she’d actually forgotten what they’d prepared for dinner. She’d spent the day with her sister Sonya and their mum Najia to prepare for Christmas day, but it was a bit blurry now. It was always strange coming back after months and having it be a few weeks for everyone else. The things she’d seen in the interim all kept secret. Battle scars hidden just the same as new tan lines from foreign planets with multiple suns in the sky.
Just when she was starting to worry where the Doctor was, she heard her footsteps approaching from the open door at her back. The Doctor was getting last-minute supplies, or so she said, from the depths of the Tardis and had told Yaz to wait outside. She still marvelled when she turned around to see the impossible size on the inside of the police box their time machine had disguised itself as. While looking through the door you could see a gigantic console room and flight deck with corridors stretching beyond. It was a marvel, as was the blonde alien that looked like a human woman that was walking toward her.
The Doctor smiled as she exited and closed the wooden-looking door behind her. That smile always caught Yaz right in the chest. She loved her so much but had never found the moment to tell her how she felt, not really. They didn’t exactly lead lives that permitted them long moments of conversation very often.
“You all ready to brave my mum?” Yaz asked with caution. She knew how awkward it was to be in the room with both women.
“Yeah, course.” The Doctor frowned and smiled at the same time. “By the end of the evening, Yaz, she’s going to love me.”
Yaz raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you’re sure about that are you?” She was right to be sceptical. Ever since they’d first met, Najia had been suspicious of her leading her daughter astray. Little did she know just how far away the Doctor had been leading her.
The Doctor nodded with a big grin and bounced on the balls of her feet.
Yaz rolled her eyes. “Come on then, big head.”
They linked arms like a couple as they strode toward the building, she tried not to read into that too much. Once they got up to the flat, Najia opened the door with a stiff greeting, simply, “Doctor.” Before giving her daughter a hug and ushering them inside.
Yaz was still unsure of how this was going to go, and her nerves were only made worse by the Doctor’s. The whole reason they were there together was because the Doctor had unwittingly agreed when Najia asked if her and Yaz were a couple. They’d been dancing around what they were to each other for ages now, but they both knew they had feelings for the other. So Yaz figured it must’ve been such a surprise for Najia to ask the Doctor again since their first meeting, that she just blurted out a ‘yes’ rather than deny it like Yaz had been expecting her too.
Only now, it was making everything more awkward. It had been weeks since that interaction, and when it was just the two of them alone they completely ignored it. But, here they were, and it was right in front of them both again. How would the Doctor act now?
Anxious, was the answer Yaz was getting.
After Najia led them inside, they took off their coats by the door and her mother took the bag of presents Yaz was carrying, Yaz took a glance at the Doctor. She was biting her lip and fidgeting. Yaz made her hold back for a moment instead of following her mother.
Yaz whispered, “It’s okay. It’s only dinner and presents and we’ll be over to see Graham and Ryan in no time. Don’t worry. We’ve got this.”
The Doctor nodded mutely. ‘Too nervous to speak’ was a high level of anxiety from the Doctor indeed. She’d do everything she could to calm it for her, she promised herself as they walked into the main living area. It was going to be a tense evening of questions they couldn’t answer because almost nobody knew the truth about their lives together.
Sonya knew, though. She’d tricked Yaz into coming clean one day, and to Yaz’s astonishment, Sonya didn’t laugh and disbelieve her, she simply took it at face value. When Yaz’s head had stopped swimming, she’d asked why she believed her, and Sonya had simply replied, “Because she’s so weird, of course she’s an alien. Duh.”
That had Yaz reeling. They’d gone on to have a much more detailed conversation where Yaz explained about the Tardis and where they went and what they did. Then Sonya had wiggled her eyebrows and asked if the Tardis had any bedrooms. Yaz had ended up telling her to give over and it wasn’t like that. But it was obvious that made her sad, and that had led to spilling even more to Sonya.
So now that the Doctor was standing in their living room being awkward, Sonya was giving her a knowing look. It made Yaz nervous. Would Sonya blurt something out just to get a rise out of everyone? Or would she realise how insanely difficult this situation was and that she needed to keep what she knew to herself?
It was strange enough that her whole family now knew she was gay and were okay with it. Even stranger to be bringing the Doctor as her date when they weren’t really dating but were in love but not talking about it. It was fair to say the evening couldn’t get any weirder.
Then she spotted her grandmother Umbreen in her wheelchair by the table.
Oh heck. What if she recognised her?
To Yaz’s astonishment and relief, Umbreen simply smiled at her and winked when she saw the Doctor. Alright then, that was a relief. Now it was only her parents who didn't know.
The Doctor had started her usual nervous rambling by her side, this time about space boggins or something. Yaz made a snap decision when she saw the gingerbread house Sonya had forced her into making together the last time she visited.
“Hey, come look at what we made the other day.” Yaz grabbed her hands and dragged her over to where it was sitting, surrounded by a dozen gingerbread people.
The Doctor’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as she bent down and took it all in. “Oh wow, Yaz. What is it?”
“Really?” She scrunched her face up. “It’s a gingerbread house, you can eat it.” Then she quickly backtracked, “By you , I don’t mean you specifically can eat the whole thing by yourself, although I’m sure you could, but that would be rude.”
“Naww, spoilsport.”
Maybe giving her a couple of the biscuits would settle her down though and give her something to occupy her nervous mouth? Yaz handed her one of the biscuit people.
“Have a try, you might like it.”
The Doctor instantly took a bite and her face went wide. “Oh wow, what a flavour!” she claimed and dove in for another bite.
Yaz was relieved when she turned around, but that quickly faded when she saw her mother glaring at the Doctor. Hmm, that was another battle entirely.
***
By the time they were seated for their meal, the Doctor had eaten 5 whole biscuits. Sonya had been pulling a disgusted face at her almost the whole time at the way she was shoving them into her mouth.
They pulled crackers together before eating. The Doctor was over the moon to see the hat that came with her cracker was yellow and proudly showed it off to Yaz with an eyebrow wiggle. That sent a jolt of something familiar into Yaz’s stomach. She was sure it was platonic - this was the Doctor they were talking about, but it still made her heat up nonetheless.
Dinner was thankfully mostly harmless. The Doctor had made a few remarks around mouthfuls of food, but they didn’t make any sense because no one could decipher her words, which was lucky for them. There was no way Yaz wanted her parents knowing about the Daleks they’d fought a few weeks ago, or the army of bug-eyed monsters they’d defeated a week before that, or all the times they’d nearly died. The blonde alien would be hauled out by her ear if her parents had understood any of that. Yaz could tell what she was saying of course. She’d been around her long enough to almost always understand her. She supposed that was all part of loving someone.
Even with the Doctor’s mouth incapacitated, Yaz had still had to fend off invasive questions. Not that they were super personal, but she was super unable to answer them in a normal way. Sonya piped up to Yaz’s relief, but it soon turned to her glaring at her little sister. She’d suggested they tell embarrassing stories about Yaz seeing as her girlfriend might like to hear them. The sisters shot each other a death glare across the table. Yaz knew she was saving her really, so there was no malice in it.
Her parents were only too glad to start off with the story of how Yaz had gotten the tiny scar on her forehead, before moving on to the most cringey stories they could think of. To the Doctor’s credit, she smiled and asked questions and looked absolutely enthralled, all while still eating. Everyone else had long finished enthusiastically eating and were only picking at their plates while she kept reloading hers. She was still clearly paying attention though. Every cute little story had her smiling with her eyes crinkling at the edges and turning to smile at Yaz. The next time she leant forward for more potatoes she swayed in her chair, however, causing Yaz to grab her arm and place a hand at her back to try to steady her.
“That were strange. Bit of a wobble,” the Doctor giggled at Yaz whose brow furrowed in return.
“Yeah, sure…”
That was weird. She never simply swayed unless something was wrong, yet she seemed perfectly happy. Yaz let her go and she went back to eating like she was fine.
Hakim broke the tension by telling another story, this time about something mortifying Yaz did as a toddler, which was hardly relevant and made her want to tell him to stop. Instead, she rolled her eyes. The Doctor, however, thought it was hilarious and was still laughing even after the others stopped. Sonya shot Yaz an eyebrow raise across the table as if to say ‘ what’s up with her? ’ Yaz shrugged in reply but frowned. She’d love to know herself what was up. Then she spotted her sort-of girlfriend do something disgusting. She obviously had a stash of gingerbread in her pocket and had just taken one out and shoved it into her mouth sandwiched between a big slice of turkey. Gross.
The next time the Doctor reached for her glass of punch she swayed again and Yaz had to steady her, then reach an arm around her.
“You alright?” Yaz questioned.
Then in a move that shocked her, the Doctor leant her head against Yaz’s shoulder and nuzzled against her neck. “Mmmm.”
Yaz’s eyes shot up to see how her family had reacted to that. Her grandmother was smiling at her indulgently and the others didn’t seem to think it was weird. Of course, they were dating, she kept forgetting they thought that.
Thankfully she didn’t seem to sway again and acted like she was fine and hadn’t noticed she was being a bit funny. Well, she was always a bit funny, so that wasn’t unusual.
Yaz and Sonya had been roped into helping with clearing the table and getting dessert ready, which led to them being alone in the kitchen together. Anticipating leaving the Doctor at the table with her family, she’d shoved a few bits of the gingerbread house at her and told her to have as much as she liked. She’d only just caught her in time before she was about to tell them something they definitely didn’t need to know at all. Only now she was stuck with her sister who was giving her funny looks.
“What?”
“Your weird girlfriend is drunk, isn’t she?” Sonya was always one for being blunt.
“What? No. I’ve never seen her touch a drop of alcohol. She’s totally sober.” There was no way the Doctor was drunk. It was impossible.
“She’s acting drunk, Yaz. Swaying all over the place, and I’ve seen the cute little looks she’s been giving you.”
To be fair to Sonya, she herself had noticed a few little looks from the Doctor that seemed sweet and a little spacey if she was being honest. Maybe there was something in it after all? She shook her head.
“She hasn’t been drinking. I would’ve noticed if she had. She’s drinking the same non-alcoholic punch we are.”
“Hmm, whatever.”
Dessert started out well. The Doctor had crumbled some gingerbread over her bowl of ice cream and was having the time of her life. Yaz couldn’t help but smile at her, she was adorable and she loved her with her whole heart, even if she didn’t have the slightest bit of intuition of what she wasn’t allowed to say in front of her parents.
Then Yaz’s stomach did a somersault. While she was smiling and talking, the Doctor put her hand on Yaz’s face and wiped some crumbs from the corner of Yaz’s lip. It made her falter mid-sentence. And then the maddening woman was just smiling all dopey and lovesick, and now Yaz could see what Sonya meant by drunk. She definitely looked off her face on something. She was all smiley with unfocussed eyes.
Yaz cleared her throat and tried to ignore the lovesick, heart-eyes she was getting from the Doctor. That was something she had no idea how to deal with. She’d wanted to be looked at like that from her for years, why did she choose that moment to do it? Worst possible time to be getting handsy.
Yaz tried to go back to eating her dessert when she felt an arm slide around her shoulders. Okay, this wasn’t her normal behaviour at all.
“Oh beti, it’s so sweet to see you two so in love,” Umbreem cooed at Yaz.
Her face went hot. All Yaz could think was how awkward it all was. But to everyone else, this was normal girlfriend behaviour. They didn’t know what the Doctor was really like. Under any other circumstance, this behaviour from the Doctor would feel like a miracle. But in the middle of Christmas dinner with her family? It was a shock to say the least. It made her want to leave early. She wondered if they could say it was time to go to the boy’s house yet. She checked her phone to see the time and saw that it was a little early but plausible.
She was about to tell the Doctor they should go, but when she looked up she saw her staring at her lips with darkening eyes. Oh crap. Another look she’d wished to see for years. But not here, and not now.
She knew her face must look panicked. Sonya gave her a puzzled look. She needed to get them out of there and onto the cold streets - bring some sobering cold and clarity to the situation. It was becoming abundantly clear the Doctor had been getting intoxicated somehow, she just didn’t know what she’d had. Maybe she was ill? Some kind of alien virus that made her seem drunk? Who knew when it came to the Doctor.
She wished they could leave, but then she remembered there was still the presents to go.
It was agonising. The Doctor insisted on sitting as close as possible to Yaz on the sofa while they passed gifts around. It was a bit of a blur in the end. She’d been too focussed on the arm around her shoulders and the hand attached to it rubbing circles on her neck, and shoulder, and sometimes lowering to her back. The Doctor was all hands tonight.
Eventually she saw her opening though. Yaz tried to motion to Sonya that they needed to leave, then she spoke up, “We best be off now. Gotta be at Ryan’s house soon.”
“Yeah, I thought that was soon. You better go,” Sonya thankfully added for her.
To her utter amazement, her family believed her. She had to promise to visit more often, and then they were out of there. It was a struggle to get the Doctor away from the food and into her coat, but she managed it, the Doctor just snagging another piece of the gingerbread house on her way out. Yaz rolled her eyes. The presents Yaz had received were all packed away in her bag and they were off.
It became apparent after a few steps away from the flat that the Doctor was indeed some kind of intoxicated. She swayed where she walked and had this dazed and giddy look in her eyes. She locked arms with Yaz and staggered happily away from the block of flats. She was surprisingly quiet. Another unusual sign.
The snow was still falling lightly outside and it was so quiet she could hear their shoes crunching in the fresh powder on the pavement. Yaz chanced a glance at the Doctor. She looked like an angel in the glow of the streetlight with fluttering flakes of snow swirling around her. It made Yaz stop and take her in properly. The Doctor stopped to put a hand on the nearest streetlamp to twirl herself around it, making Yaz giggle at the sight.
“What is up with you tonight?” She shook her head, smiling in disbelief at the beautiful alien.
The Doctor shrugged dramatically with a glowing smile as she leant back against the lamppost. She bit her lip and looked at Yaz in a way she could only describe as coquettish. Yaz found her feet moving towards her with a rueful grin. Why was she walking closer? It felt like flirting. Were they flirting now? She stopped just short of her and tipped her head to the side as if to ask, what now?
Before Yaz had a chance to think of what to say, the Doctor had launched herself forward to pull her into a hug that made them spin around so Yaz had her back to the lamppost now. She buried her face in Yaz’s neck and declared, “I love you so much!” Squeezing her tightly.
Yaz froze. They didn’t hug. Ever. She wasn’t sure she heard her right, either. She couldn’t have said the words Yaz longed to hear. It simply wasn’t possible. Yaz pulled back to look into her eyes and the Doctor surged forward to capture her lips in a forceful kiss. Yaz’s back hit the metal as she gasped for breath.
Oh. My. God. The Doctor had kissed her.
She pulled back to look at Yaz with a dopey smile, her eyes still all unfocussed. Yaz was too shocked to speak or act, or anything really. She just stared at her, her face, her lips, her lovesick hers. Wow. She wasn’t even sure it had just happened, she didn’t even get a chance to respond. The woman she loved more than anyone in the world had kissed her and she wanted more. Properly this time.
Thankfully getting what she wanted was easy. Before she had chosen to act, the Doctor had leant in again, slowly this time. Their lips slotted together, warm against the cold, and ever so soft. Yaz parted hers and deepened the kiss. She didn’t care about what they’d say to each other afterwards, or it being awkward. This was too important, too wonderful and meaningful to worry her anymore. She sighed into it as she raised her hand up to cup the Doctor’s face. It was like little explosions were going off all over her body, she was so intensely happy this was happening. Oxytocin flooded her system the more their breaths mingled and lips slid against each other.
The gentle kisses continued, their lips refusing to detach from each other. She had to wonder, why tonight, what was it all about? Why had the Doctor been acting so strange, so drunk? She hoped that wasn’t the only reason she’d declared her love for Yaz and was finally kissing her.
Regretfully, they parted for breath. She had to say it, she had to get it out. She felt like she’d burst if she didn’t. “I love you too,” Yaz whispered back to the impossible woman.
The Doctor beamed and drew her in for another kiss with vigour. Despite the heat of the kiss, Yaz was freezing and desperate to get back inside away from the snow currently melting on her eyelashes. She gave the Doctor one last deep kiss and pulled back.
“As wonderful as this is, I’m freezing and we need to go.”
The Doctor gave her a dopey, blank expression.
Yaz tried again. “We need to go to Graham’s place, like we promised. Remember?” She raised an eyebrow.
The Doctor looked around with a frown, then burst into a grin. “Oh yeah!”
Yaz shook her head with a smile and offered her arm to the Doctor. To her surprise, the alien took it and they walked arm-in-arm to Graham’s house. They could unpick what had happened between them later once Yaz had had a chance to process it at least a little bit.
Stepping into Graham’s house was like walking into a warm embrace. The smell of fresh gingerbread filled her lungs along with the smell of hot tea. They were only here for dessert, a cuppa, and a catch- up. The Doctor, now obviously thinking gingerbread was her go-to safe option of action, made a b-line for the plate Graham was holding, offering it to everyone. She roughly shoved a whole biscuit into her mouth at once, making a sinful noise that made Yaz’s cheeks set on fire. Yaz thought back to the kiss and flushed harder.
Ryan enveloping her in a hug broke the spell. “Missed you, Yazzy.” He pulled back with a smile.
They settled in for a comfortable evening of sweet treats, copious amounts of tea and a couple of board games. Well, that was the plan. The Doctor was still wobbly, probably more so now she thought about it. She’d stopped the latest game she was trying to cheat at to produce a bag of sweets from her pocket, insisting everyone needed to try them. Graham was sceptical and made her promise they came from a safe planet and weren’t going to give them all an extra head or turn them green. Graham insisted that could happen and he wouldn’t put it past her to not have checked their safety.
Once they were all convinced, they delved in and all had one of the striped boiled sweets. They looked like any hard-boiled old-fashioned sweet you’d get on Earth, but tasted nothing like it. Yaz’s eyes widened as soon as she popped it into her mouth. It was like an explosion of flavours. Every time she rolled it around her mouth the flavour changed, all fruits - some she recognized, and some that were definitely alien fruits. Wow.
A couple more sweets and three rounds into the next game Yaz had a moment to think to herself. Graham had gone to the bathroom and the Doctor and Ryan were having a thumb war - both terribly uncoordinated. It meant Yaz had a moment to sit back and get lost in thought. She couldn’t stop the kisses and love declarations from running around inside her head and making her spiral. So many questions, possibilities, problems, and worries for the future. Watching the Doctor be so free made her smile, however. In her strange state she and Ryan were an even match and were breaking into laughing fits. A feeling of warmth settled over Yaz to watch them. The worries stayed, however.
Before they continued the game, Graham came back into the room and asked if anyone wanted a second helping of dessert. The Doctor and Ryan leapt at the chance and off they raced for the kitchen together. Graham and Yaz simply shrugged at each other.
Yaz plumped for more sweets instead of more pudding, enjoying the myriad of flavours exploding in her mouth. It gave her something more to focus on and ease her worries.
In fact, she already felt more relaxed, sighing with relief as she leant back into the comfy embrace of the sofa cushions. Being with friends must’ve been having a calming effect on her, she thought.
She closed her eyes for a moment listening to the woman she loved laughing in the kitchen with the boys. A wide smile grew on her face, content. She swallowed the last of her sixth sweet as she opened her eyes. Heat instantly flooded her when she caught the Doctor standing in front of her, and giving her that look.
The woman in question was biting her lip with darkening pupils. Yaz gulped.
“You sneaking up on me?” She decided to play it lightly. The Doctor simply shrugged in response, flashing her a cheeky grin.
Whoa. The Doctor had never looked at her like that, not even when they’d kissed earlier. It was… hungry.
The Doctor sauntered over to her, tilting her face just so to peer at Yaz from behind her swaying blonde locks. Yaz sat up, fidgeting, unsure how to handle this. Her eyes flitted to the doorway, making sure they were alone. Good. A heavy body plonked down onto the sofa next to her getting right into her personal space and leaning all over her.
“Mmm, Yaz,” was whispered in her ear by a very close, hot mouth.
“H-hey.”
Yaz turned her head to see the enormous grin the Doctor was giving her. It eased her instantly and made her return it.
“I love gingerbread,” The Doctor declared, shoving another biscuit into her mouth and completely ruining the moment that had been building between them. WHAT a mood killer.
She leapt off of the sofa and plonked back down onto the floor to finish her game with Ryan who’d just walked into the room. Meanwhile, leaving Yaz on the sofa a simmering mess from the sexy look and the whiplash of those last close moments together. Her mind was reeling as she watched the Doctor get back into the game like nothing had happened.
Yaz plumped for putting a handful of sweets into her mouth in irritation at being so thoroughly thrown over for a board game of all things. The Doctor really did always have a tendency for getting distracted easily.
After that game ended Yaz was convinced to join in the next one. They opened another packet of sweets and the Doctor downed god knows how many more gingerbread biscuits. Yaz was pretty sure she had attained some sort of sugarhigh from them. They probably contained some sort of weird alien sugar, she reasoned, and that was all it was.
It seemed to be affecting everyone though. Halfway through a game of Risk, the board was a mess, no one could remember whose colour game pieces were whose, and Graham was doubled over in a fit of giggles. Yaz, for her part, was losing all sense of time and reality, with increasing thoughts about kissing the Doctor senseless. It didn’t help that the woman in question had been making bedroom eyes at her over the game for at least an hour.
Graham declared it was time for another trip to the bathroom as Ryan went looking for some snacks. Yaz stood up and practically collapsed onto the sofa again. She felt all lightheaded and like her face was about to burst from smiling. Could you die of laughter?
The Doctor joined her a moment later, resting against her side like Yaz was a cushion. All it took was a turn of Yaz’s head to look at her love’s beautiful face for her lips to be attached to hers, the Doctor grabbing Yaz’s face in her hands and kissing her with vigour. Yaz only faltered for a moment. Reaching her hands out to grab at any part of the Doctor she could, Yaz kissed back with as much force as she was receiving. The Doctor quickly added her tongue, slipping it past Yaz’s eager lips.
After kissing in the street and declaring their love for each other, the build-up had been intense to this moment. It was as if Yaz’s entire body was calling out to the Doctor, yearning, grabbing, tongues sliding together in eagerness. It was nothing like before. There was heat and intensity and no care in the world for where they were or who was in the next room. All thoughts had gone from Yaz’s head that were anything other than the warm lips and tongue sliding against hers. The strong hands holding her close. She felt drunk.
It became sloppy as a cough from the other side of the room broke through the haze of arousal that was building inside of her. Who had coughed? Oh-
“Ladies… err.”
Yaz broke free from the completely oblivious Doctor and was confronted with the sight of Graham and Ryan standing in the doorway, staring.
Ryan turned to Graham and declared: “Right, you owe me a tenner.”
“Yeah, fair’s fair.” Graham got out his wallet and gave a note to Ryan.
Yaz was frozen to the spot as the Doctor kept dragging lazy, oblivious kisses along Yaz’s jawline. She had to clear her throat and push her off.
“You were taking bets? On what?”
“Whether you two would figure it all out and get it on together.” Ryan wiggled his eyebrows.
“Well, I wouldn’t quite put it like that, son. But yes.” Graham rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“Mmm Yazzy…” the Doctor mumbled against Yaz’s neck where she’d reattached herself.
“What’s up with her tonight?” Ryan frowned.
“No idea, but I better get her home.”
Graham chuckled. “Yeah, I think that’s a wise choice.”
After some staggering and fighting the Doctor back into her coat again, and some dopey-grinned goodbyes, they left Graham’s house for the Tardis.
The Doctor refused to detach from her grip around Yaz, so Yaz was forced to waddle sideways back to the Tardis, practically dragging the Doctor the whole way. Yaz had to shove more gingerbread into the Doctor’s mouth just to stop her from trying to kiss Yaz the whole way. She herself was feeling worse for wear and her thoughts were foggy, filled with lingering arousal from their fervent kisses on the sofa. Any previous feelings of worry about their new-found intimacy were replaced with pure desire. She popped another sweet in her mouth to stop her from stopping their movement to kiss her senseless. They were hard to stop eating, too. She hoped they weren’t addictive.
Their journey back to the Tardis was a bit of a blur if she was honest. They’d managed it on autopilot seemingly. Fumbling with the door led them to stumble through and have to catch each other. The Doctor burst into a fit of giggles, causing Yaz to do the same. Her smile and laugh were infectious. Bright and angelic. Yaz fell back against the door to make it close, she couldn’t hold herself upright properly anyway. She really wasn’t that much steadier than the Doctor was.
A second later the Doctor was off, spinning around and struggling out of her coat and flinging it at the console. There was a magnetic pull forcing Yaz after her. Her eyes glazed over, only focusing on being close to the blonde alien. Kissing her would be even better if she would just hold still!
Her target in her sights, Yaz pounced. Wrapping her arms around the Doctor from the side and giving her a winning grin. The Doctor melted into the embrace. Her giddiness suddenly gone, replaced with instant hunger.
“Oh, Yaz,” she drawled.
Before she knew what had happened, Yaz had been shoved up against the nearest pillar with the Doctor smashing their lips together in an almost violent kiss from its desperation. She pressed her body harshly into Yaz, moulding them together as close as was possible. A moan escaped Yaz’s lips at the full-body feeling. She’d never been this close to the other women before, and barely any woman in her life. Their breasts squished together, the Doctor’s braces rubbing against Yaz’s hard nipples over her shirt. The Doctor was quick to push Yaz’s jacket off of her shoulders, pulling Yaz into her harder to let the leather garment drop to the ground unseen. Yaz was quick to let it go without a second thought. Her rational mind had completely deserted her. Pure passion was all that was left.
Operating purely on instinct now, she pushed at the Doctor’s braces, wanting every spec of clothing between them gone. Heat felt like it was coursing through her veins, molten and surging, urging her to continue. Consequences be damned. They didn’t exist anymore.
The Doctor’s shirts came off next. Tossed to the side without a care. Yaz’s eyes raked over the Doctor’s almost-naked torso. Pale, smooth skin on display. It was a crime she couldn’t touch every part of the other woman all at once. Hands grabbed, roamed, needing to touch. In a moment so surprising even her drunken state could be made aware of how unusual it was, the Doctor ripped open Yaz’s shirt. Buttons strained at their meagre thread and clattered to the floor. Yaz’s chest heaved, staring wide-eyed back at the sexy alien. She let the fabric slip to the floor, making sure the Doctor was watching the action.
The Doctor surged forward, grabbing her face in a bruising kiss. “Gods, I want you so badly, Yaz!”
Yaz let herself be taken over with the feeling of the Doctor’s passionate kisses. They trailed down her neck after teeth grazed a pierced earlobe, tugging. She moaned, feeling her pussy clench at the action. If she didn’t come soon she’d be a quivering mess on the floor, she was certain.
“More. Please,” Yaz managed to pant out. Her head was tipped back, eyes closed, mouth open. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Her hands pulled the Doctor in closer, forcing her leg to slot between her own. Quickly she escalated the delicious pressure into a canting motion with her hips, chasing her pleasure against the Doctor’s thigh.
But the Doctor still hadn’t moved. She was still mouthing at Yaz’s neck, hyperfixated on giving her a giant, dark mark. Yaz moved them on, cupping one of the Doctor’s breasts hard, her thumb searching out a stiff nipple and flicking, wishing she wasn’t still wearing a bra. The Doctor practically melted at her touch, a loud moan making her detach herself from Yaz’s neck.
She mumbled against her: “I’ve never felt like this in this body.”
“Me… either,” Yaz breathed. Truthfully her only experience was a quick fumble with a girl from her work who was drunk at the time, back when Yaz still was trying to hide her own sexuality. This was SO much more. The love she felt for this woman made it 100 times stronger, and whatever force was driving them both that she couldn’t identify.
That was when the Doctor’s hand moved down, finally. She groped briefly at Yaz’s breasts, leaning down to squeeze them together and kiss every part that she could reach that her bra wasn’t covering. Then she blew Yaz’s mind. Her hand slipped lower over a toned abdomen and undid Yaz’s jeans, her hand slipping straight in and into wet heat.
“Agh!” Yaz called out, canting her hips up and slamming her head back.
The Doctor was a little sloppy, fumbling, but knew what she was doing. She dipped down along Yaz’s slit straight to her core and gathered the wetness there, dragging her fingers back up and circling her clit. Yaz could swear she was going to burst at the seams with how intense she felt it. Just the first swipe of her love’s fingers and she was a clenching, sweating mess in her hands.
She was going to come quickly. So, so quickly. She wasn’t really known for being a hair-trigger, but these were extenuating circumstances.
As the Doctor figured out just which way to roll her fingers around Yaz’s clit, the pressure built inside of her. It was already as high as was possible without being touched, but now that she was, it was unbearably wonderful.
“You’re so wet,” the Doctor breathed against her neck where she’d slotted her face, still sucking on Yaz’s pulse point. “I want you so badly.”
“You have me.”
The Doctor moaned at that and picked up her pace. Her fingers slipped over and around Yaz’s clit, sliding along her slick folds as she teased her. It sent tingles all over Yaz’s body, making goosebumps rise on her back as she humped into the Doctor’s hand. When she added a finger, Yaz was done for. The Doctor instantly hit her G-spot and nudged the heel of her hand into Yaz’s clit making her hurtle and crest into her orgasm. Her legs trembled, the Doctor having to help hold her up.
After holding her breath throughout the white-out of intense pleasure, Yaz began to pant heavily, leaning against the Doctor’s shoulder. She buried her face there, leaving a tiny kiss to her skin.
Now the intensity was over, she was cooling down. That was until the Doctor whispered in her ear.
“I want to taste you.”
She looked up into the Doctor’s eyes for the first time since she’d dropped her shirt - which felt like an eternity ago. She was a different person then. Now that she was looking at her properly again she saw black pupils boring into her. The Tardis had changed the lighting in the room, switching to warm reds and pinks and upping the heating. The sentient machine warbled at them in a language only the Doctor could understand.
She smiled and whispered to her ship, “Thanks, girl.” She turned her attention back to Yaz. “Bedroom? Now, please?”
Yaz nodded, dumbfounded, and was practically dragged down the corridor. Her heart began to beat faster again. She was actually holding hands with the woman she loved who had just made her come. This was the best Christmas ever already. Now she was finally going to get to make love properly!
It felt surreal, but Yaz didn’t get time to dwell on it. As soon as they made it to her bedroom she was slammed against the door. She had the feeling the Doctor was used to being in charge. But also couldn’t make up her mind where she wanted them both as she pulled Yaz towards the bed.
Yaz’s room was neat and tidy, with a four-poster bed in the centre. As the Doctor’s knees hit the edge of the bed she pulled back and swiftly removed her own bra, then began to fumble out of the rest of her clothes while Yaz stood and watched. Realising she should follow suit so they could get what they wanted sooner, she too went to de-robe. The Doctor would be the first woman to ever see her naked, but somehow the substance clouding her brain didn’t care enough to give it more than a passing glance in her mind. She thought maybe she should tell the Doctor though. Had the Doctor let anyone see and touch her body before?
Questions, questions… Where was she?
Now that she could see the whole of the Doctor’s body her brain had lost the ability to form a coherent thought other than want .
“Do you need help?”
Yaz was still in loading mode, so she simply stared at the Doctor’s question. The Doctor gestured to the clothes Yaz was still wearing.
Yaz looked down at herself. “Oh.”
Her hands had gotten as far as the waistband of her jeans and hadn't moved. When she looked up again the Doctor was reaching for her, eager as ever to have Yaz naked. Warmth flooded Yaz to see the look in the Doctor’s eyes as she wrapped her arms around her. Hands slid around her sensitive skin, still tingling at every inch of contact with her new-found lover. Her bra was undone and dropped to the floor, then her jeans. The Doctor paused at her underpants, making sure to look Yaz in the eyes as she slid them down.
Yaz had the sense of them both slowing down from the frantic experience in the control room. Like they were sizing each other up. The Doctor was holding back, barely. She panted as she raked her eyes up Yaz’s body, looking as if she was going to pounce. Was Yaz her prey? She felt like an animal caught by a more powerful creature. She’d call it erotic though.
In the end, it was Yaz that broke.
She practically leapt at the Doctor, pushing her back onto the bed as she climbed on top. It was messy and they had to shuffle up the bed to get comfy, giggling as they went. When they got settled the atmosphere became serious and it felt unbearable not to have their lips touching.
Passionate kisses led to uncontrollable moaning. The Doctor flipped them. Yaz was shoved down, peering up in surprise, her chest heaving, heat coursing through her veins at being handled like that. The Doctor was showing her strength tonight. She grinned down at Yaz, clearly sensing she was impressed and that it turned her on. Yaz felt as if she was going to come again just from seeing the sultry look on her face.
It was then that she became more aware of their bodies through the haze in her mind. The Doctor was wiggling to slot herself between Yaz’s legs, smooth thighs sliding against each other, brushing their breasts together and making Yaz’s mind reel.
“I want to taste you,” the Doctor whispered in her ear, lips brushing against Yaz lightly.
Yaz moaned. “Yes, please.”
The Doctor grinned at her before descending, kissing down her chest. She pulled a taut nipple into her mouth and sucked, earning her a “mmm” from Yaz. She swirled her tongue and flicked at the sensitive skin.
“Mmm, Doctor, yes-” her sentence ended in a groan as the Doctor swapped breasts while squeezing the first one. It was clear to Yaz that the Doctor was determined to rile her up good and proper, leaving no part of her untouched.
She kissed lower and lower, pushing Yaz’s legs apart. Yaz realised with surprising clarity she was about to be licked out for the first time in her life. Excitement and nerves mingled inside her.
“I’ve never done this before.” The words raced out of her mouth making her face heat up from something other than arousal.
The Doctor simply smiled from between her legs. “I haven’t done this as a woman before either. New body, new sex. So it’s kinda my first time too. Exciting, right?” She grinned, setting Yaz’s mind at ease.
Yaz nodded back, smiling despite herself. “Yeah.”
“Ready?”
Yaz nodded again, bracing for what she was sure was going to be an even more amazing feeling than having the Doctor’s fingers on and inside of her. To tell the truth, she was getting impatient at the Doctor’s continued goofy smile. She was still drunk on whatever it was she had in her system, then.
Yaz could practically see the loading symbol on the Doctor’s forehead as she laid her head down on Yaz’s thigh to smile up at her like she’d forgotten everything except for staring at her face. Yaz raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, right.” The Doctor jumped into action, shuffling properly into place.
Yaz watched her closely as the Doctor used both of her hands to gently spread Yaz’s labia, taking note of everything she was seeing. It made Yaz swallow hard, hoping she liked what she was seeing. She knew she was soaked and swollen, and seeing that would most definitely please her. The Doctor gave a silly little smile up at Yaz, confirming her suspicions.
Then she felt it. The Doctor’s tongue poked out and she dipped down to tentatively touch her labia. She pulled back with a trail of wetness coming away between them. That was the most erotic thing Yaz had ever seen in her life. The Doctor’s tongue connected to her pussy with the evidence of her own arousal right there.
She didn’t waste time, however. She began licking Yaz out in earnest, moaning at her taste. Languid, long strokes up, sliding deliciously along her folds, teasing just shy of her clit.
Then she flicked it. Over and over, sending jolt after jolt of intense pleasure through Yaz making her twitch every time. Flicking turned to sucking and swirling her tongue around it. The Doctor moaned again as she sucked it fully into her mouth, pulling and pulling it in, making it bulge more than it already was.
Then she stopped.
She spread Yaz’s folds even wider, her erect clit popping out for them both to see. Yaz thought she’d melt or burst when she saw the Doctor hold it on her tongue and lock eyes with Yaz. Showing her she had her in her mouth, in her control, in her heart. Then she rolled her tongue over it slowly, pressing. GOD, it felt good. Her walls clenched rhythmically, almost coming right then, but she held on.
The Doctor’s face dived in closer again, flush against her as she continued to suck and lick. A finger teased at Yaz’s entrance.
“Please, yes. I need it.”
All Yaz wanted in the world was those deft fingers inside of her again.
Two slid inside at once causing her to moan and sigh - relief and pleasure flooding her simultaneously. She was so wet she could hear the Doctor’s fingers as they began to pump inside of her. She clenched every time they slid in, relishing the pleasure of feeling full. She could feel herself climbing higher and higher by the second. Her hands gripped the bedding underneath her for dear life.
“Do you like it?”
Yaz was incredulous! “Don’t stop!”
“Sor-” The Doctor was cut off by Yaz bringing her hand up to pull the Doctor back in. There was no way she was letting go of her now. The Doctor was known for being a blabbermouth, but honestly, she even tried talking while licking her out!
Way to ruin the moment.
All was quickly forgiven and forgotten as the Doctor picked up the pace, sending Yaz into a blissed-out mess on the verge of collapse. She was oh so close to peaking. More and more with every stroke of fingers and every flick of a tongue, Yaz thought she was going to tip over the edge.
A few more expertly timed pumps of the Doctor’s fingers had her writhing and coming. Her breath caught as she rode out her orgasm against the Doctor’s face, moaning loudly. The Doctor didn’t stop, she kept up her actions to keep the pleasure coming for as long as possible.
Yaz twitched still as she came down. She had to push the Doctor’s face away a little to give her the hint to stop. She felt the Doctor crawl up her body. She opened her eyes to see a beaming smile just inches from her own, her chin wet with Yaz’s arousal. The sight made her walls clench again, this time around nothing. She pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Tasting her own wetness as the Doctor’s tongue slid against her made images flash in her mind; a blonde head between her legs, her clit sitting on the Doctor’s tongue, and the hope of getting to do that back to her.
Yaz skimmed her free hand down the Doctor’s side, relishing the feeling of soft, warm skin underneath her fingertips. She wanted to touch her everywhere all at once. Bringing her hand back up she squeezed the Doctor’s breast as best she could while they were pressed against each other. Her thumb rolled over a nipple, making her squeeze her leg against the Doctor’s where she’d slotted them together again. But now was no time for another release for her - even if she could take it. Now it was her turn to get to make the woman she loved feel good for the first time.
Yaz broke the kiss to voice her desire. “I want to make you feel good. With my mouth, between your legs. Would you like that?”
“Oh, brilliant!” She nodded with enthusiasm.
The Doctor let herself be rolled over and topped by Yaz, who made sure to slot herself between the Doctor’s legs. She held herself up looking down at the radiant smile on her new lover’s face.
She wanted to be honest and tell her everything. “I’ve never done this before. Only had a quick thing with a girl from work once. So I’ve never used my mouth, you know, on someone. I hope that’s okay?” Thankfully she was well past embarrassment at this point - they’d gone too far for that.
“Anything you do will be ace, Yaz.” She stroked Yaz’s face, showing utter and open devotion. It made Yaz’s heart swell, filling her with confidence for her next move. If she took a moment to think about it she couldn’t believe the Doctor - her Doctor - was actually looking at her like that. But now wasn’t the time for coherent thought.
She wanted to take her time and make love to her properly. Something in the back of her mind was breaking through the confidence of her drunken state and told her this might be the only time they got to do this. She knew what the Doctor was like, she hoped she was wrong and that this was actually a wonderful new beginning. But the blonde alien had thick walls keeping everyone away from truly being let into her life.
Taking said time, she started with kissing her way across the Doctor’s jawline, biting an earlobe and descending from there down her slender, pale neck. So biteable. She couldn’t resist leaving a mark. The Doctor for her part was loud and uncontrollable already. Writhing, sighing, and moaning. Then Yaz remembered her saying she’d never had sex in this body. It must be pretty intense for her, she reasoned. All new sensations as a woman. She wondered if the Doctor had had a lot of sex in her other bodies.
Not important, focus Khan , she told herself. There were beautiful breasts in her hands that needed attention. She wished she could skip straight to getting her first taste of a woman’s cunt, but she wanted to build up to that. She was of the mind that the Doctor deserved to be worshipped body and soul. Her mouth descended again to capture the nipple she’d been fondling, making sure to kiss and lick her to more of a moaning mess than she already was.
It didn’t take much effort to work the Doctor up further. Yaz made sure both of her gorgeous breasts and their perky, pale, pink nipples received equal attention. It had her head spinning, too. She’d never had the chance to take her time with a woman and really worship her body before. It felt glorious.
The feeling of a stiff nipple as her tongue trailed over it had her in a trance that she needed to break. She regretfully moved further down, sucking and nipping at the skin on the Doctor’s stomach, subconsciously marking the Doctor as belonging to her. As she reached the edge of the curls of coarse hair the Doctor mumbled something that sounded like “Oh my god, Yaz,” then something garbled after that as she tossed her head around on the pillow. Yaz smirked to herself - that was a promising reaction.
She wasted no time now on spreading the Doctor’s legs. They willingly parted and spread wide, the Doctor practically shoving Yaz’s head to where she wanted it. The little remaining composure she had had disappeared as her need grew.
Yaz stared down at the Doctor’s bare cunt mere inches from her face. She’d never been this close to anyone before. Never seen her lover’s arousal so blatant. She could smell it and was about to taste it. Excitement bubbled up inside of her as she traced the swollen, pink folds with her eyes, glistening arousal coating her. She’d been wishing, wanting to experience this for years, even more so since she’d fallen for the Doctor. Of all the women in the universe she could have experienced this with, it was going to be the woman she loved more than life itself. She couldn’t wait to taste her…
The Doctor was mumbling something about hurrying up, making Yaz smile to herself. How did she suddenly get so lucky that the Doctor wanted her like this? It was the best Christmas gift she could’ve wished for. All the years of pent-up longing and sexual frustration, and here she was poking her tongue out and licking a first stripe up the Doctor’s labia.
A new taste assaulted her tongue. Her pussy tasted much the same as Yaz’s own - a mild surprise. She often forgot the Doctor was an alien, but it was moments like these that made her wonder about her physical differences to humans.
On the second tentative swipe of her tongue, she reached the Doctor’s clit, giving it a little flick. The woman underneath her jerked and cried out. Gods, she must be so worked up.
Yaz set her mind to it from there, learning the new textures, tastes, and sounds of licking a woman out. The Doctor was writhing around like mad, so it was a rather jerky learning experience. The mumbling continued - ever incoherent, but definitely positive.
She relished in the feel and response she got from sucking her clit into her mouth for the first time. God, it felt good to have so much power over the immortal alien. She teased her, moving from sucking back to stroking as she tested a finger at her entrance. Then she thought - had the Doctor ever had anything inside her before? Yaz resolved to go slow and gentle just to make sure.
Her moans were getting louder and movements more erratic, then she felt pulsating around her finger and under her tongue, the Doctor’s orgasm. It had built blindingly quick.
But it wasn’t enough for Yaz.
As soon as the Doctor had stopped twitching Yaz dove back in with her mouth. She needed more and sensed the Doctor did too.
The Doctor instantly began saying Yaz’s name over and over again interspersed with “Gods, stars, heavens, argh, arghgidywefutgietftefue.”
Yaz was glad she hadn’t been pushed away yet. She wanted to make her come again. Instead of the pushing she feared, her head was being held in tight against the Doctor’s cunt. Mouth flush, barely any room for the finger she had inside of her. She was so tight inside. Gripping, pulsing, wanting more and more. So wet. Even Yaz was finding it hard to stay still with how turned on she was. But not as much as the Doctor was. She was writhing around and lifting her hips off of the bed, humping up into her. Yaz was being used and she loved it.
“I ca- I can’t hold on. Oh Yaz, Yaz, Ya-”
She was close again. Time for a big one.
Yaz felt privileged to be able to do it and give this to her. She watched on in reverence as the Doctor’s face scrunched up while her orgasm ripped through her body. Yaz could tell it was powerful. She was pulsing and spasming around her finger wildly. She stuttered, hips jerking while Yaz stayed attached to her, riding it out as best she could, wanting her pleasure to last as long as possible.
She was reluctant to pull away as the Doctor lowered her hips and gradually relaxed her body into the mattress.
Neither moved nor spoke.
Yaz realised she was going to be the one to have to move. The Doctor still had her eyes closed, lying still. Yaz withdrew her finger and moved up to cuddle the blonde alien’s side. She couldn’t resist sucking her finger into her mouth to get one last taste of her. She closed her eyes as she did it, opening them to see the Doctor looking straight at her with awe and rapt attention.
“Hey, you.” Yaz stroked her cheek. Was she allowed to kiss her again now? The Doctor hadn’t responded, simply smiled widely at her in a daze.
Yaz leant in for another kiss, hoping it would be reciprocated.
It was. Soft lips gently kissed back, so tender. The Doctor reached out with strong arms and pulled her into a snug embrace as they kissed languidly. It seemed to go on forever into the early morning.
The night ended wrapped in the Doctor’s arms and beyond blissed out. The last thing Yaz registered as she was drifting off to sleep was that she was never going to be able to look at the console room in the same way ever again. She was glad they’d eventually made it to a bed though. She wondered if the Tardis was sentient enough to know exactly what they were doing and what she thought about it. That was a sobering thought…
***
The Doctor
Oh dear…
A pained groan reached her ears. It took a foggy few seconds before she realised the noise came from her own mouth.
Where was she? Who was she?
No. She knew who she was, it was just hazy.
There was soft, warm skin pressed against most of her body, and the delicious smell of Yaz’s shampoo drifting into her nose.
Oh… OH.
Oh gods, oh stars above, it was all coming back to her through a haze. She'd had her mouth between Yaz’s legs. She’d felt her flutter around her fingers in the most intimate part of Yaz’s body as she made her orgasm.
Oh, stars above!
Nope. She wasn’t going to open her eyes and deal with those memories, lest they be true. The physical sensations told her she was wrapped up in bed with Yaz and they were both naked, but she didn’t want to believe it. That was far too many emotions and consequences that she had no capacity for dealing with, at all, ever.
Should she dare crack an eye open and see for herself? She could be brave, surely? Daleks quivered in their nonexistent boots at the mere mention of her name, but this… This was different. This was a whole world away from what she knew how to handle.
She started running through potential scenarios in her head for the moment she faced reality and Yaz. Then the realisation hit her that she hadn’t even asked how this had happened. Last night was fuzzy, which was never a good sign. Just what had happened to her??
Her head ached, her mouth was dry, and her memory fuzzy, and she really didn’t want to open her eyes to see lots of light - weren’t they the signs of a human hangover after consuming too much alcohol? But she hadn’t had alcohol since her previous body.
This made no sense.
That was it. She’d have to open her eyes and face it all.
The left one? Good as any. It crept open only to see a mess of dark hair. Ah, that explains the smell of shampoo. So, definitely Yaz then. That was bad. Or good, depending how you looked at it. At least it wasn’t a stranger.
The other eye opened as well. Mostly she could see hair. That needed to change, but she couldn’t figure out how to move her arm without disturbing Yaz. She’d need to extract herself and scan them both with the sonic to figure out what had happened. She moved slowly away, then remembered her sonic was in her coat pocket, and the coat had been flung by herself across the console room. Her face flushed at the memory.
Stealing herself, she moved quicker, away from Yaz, out of the bed. Success. Yaz hadn’t woken.
Right. Naked dash to the control room? Yes. Good thing it was only them on board these days.
She wasn’t sure if she was shy about her body this time around. Maybe she was. It felt weird to walk the old girl’s corridors completely nude in any case. Oh. She could’ve put on her clothes, couldn’t she? Well done, Doctor. For an ancient, super-genius, alien, she could be daft sometimes.
Sonic successfully grabbed from her coat pocket, she dashed back to the bedroom. She was trying to ignore the teasing she received from her very bossy spaceship. Honestly, whoever heard of a space-timeship making you feel embarrassed anyway?
She paused before reentering the bedroom. Better to scan herself out here where it won’t disturb Yaz and she can mull over the readings with a clear head. Activating the sonic and scanning her body in the quiet corridor sounded like a piece of heavy machinery was in use. She grimaced and then went to check the sonic display to find out what was making her feel so ill. Not to mention why she’d acted as she had. It had to be something invading her system - substance, illness, mind control?
The sonic confirmed a substance: Ginger.
Huh?
Oh!
Now that she thought about it…
Oh dear. She slapped her own forehead. Of course, it was the ginger! Memories were flooding her of remembering something she read about ginger in the Time Lord archives once on illness from the human environment. Now, what was it? She knew it wasn’t like aspirin and could kill her, thank stars for that. It was like alcohol was to humans. Essentially toxic, but mild and prone to causing inebriation and a hangover, just like in humans.
Hmm. So, not bad then. She’d be fine by the afternoon most likely.
Her relationship with Yaz, however… That was a different matter entirely. She stared at the door with trepidation. She’d have to go back in. She’d have to grovel and apologise, and gods, how was she ever going to look Yaz in the eye ever again? She’d looked into her eyes the night before as she licked her out.
She sighed. That memory alone was enough to heat her cheeks up beyond belief. She’d tasted Yaz, and now she was full of guilt and mixed-up thoughts. She’d acted in a way she never thought she would with the beautiful human. There was regret, yet, there was also an enormous rush of love through her system. She had no idea how to reconcile this, but she knew she needed to get in there and sort it out somehow.
Creeping into the room in search of the rest of her clothes, she was careful not to wake Yaz. It was a miracle she hadn’t woken earlier when the Doctor had extracted herself from the bed. Come to think of it, that probably should have woken her. Was Yaz ill too somehow? She’d need to check her over just to be sure. Clothes first or scanning Yaz?
Clothes were probably the best choice. Ugh, she had no idea how to shuffle about the room quietly and find the clothes while also trying to quieten her rising panic at the situation. A particularly tricky-to-find pair of knickers were her first problem. While cursing under her breath she heard the rustling of sheets. Oh no.
Popping her head up over the side of the bed she saw Yaz groggily sitting up and clutching her head. The sheet came away. Her hair fell in just the right way over her bare shoulder to make the Doctor’s lips ache to kiss her. Then her breasts came into view and a whimper left her own throat at the sight of a half-naked Yaz. A half-naked Yaz she now knew the feel and taste of. Unfortunately, that alerted Yaz to her still-naked presence.
Without thinking it through she leapt back into the bed to cover herself - completely forgetting Yaz had already seen her naked. With the sheets clutched to her chest she stared at Yaz with what must be a ridiculous look on her face.
Yaz raised a confused eyebrow at her, confirming to her that her own behaviour was strange.
“Err, hi. I mean, good morning, Yaz.”
“We’re naked and in bed together,” Yaz croaked back before she seemed to wake up fully, then her face did the same thing as her own. Yaz also lifted the sheet back up to cover herself, just not as frantically.
They stared at each other. The Doctor swallowed heavily. Stalemate. She needed to speak. Her mouth opened and shut like a goldfish, all thoughts escaped her mind. Before she could come up with something befitting her intelligence, she noticed Yaz looked worse for wear, much like she, herself felt. But Yaz couldn’t have a ginger hangover, so why did she look so peaky?
She frowned at the perplexing human, who in turn looked confused and sheepish under the scrutiny.
“You feeling alright?”
Yaz shook her head and then flinched with obvious discomfort.
She’d need her sonic. Now, where did she put it? Glancing over the side of the bed she saw that it had been dropped on the floor in her panic. After reaching over to grab it she caught Yaz staring. Ah, she’d just shown Yaz her naked body again, and from a very compromising position. Maybe Yaz liked what she saw? No, not the time. Focus.
She pointed and concentrated on Yaz, scanning her from gorgeous head to adorable toe. Whirring echoed throughout the tense atmosphere in the room. Yaz gave her a side-eye while she read over the sonic’s findings. She was desperate to know what Yaz was thinking and feeling about the situation but was more concerned over her physical well-being first.
Oh, that was weird.
“What’s wrong with me?”
The Doctor looked up to see Yaz’s concern and realised she must look worried.
“No, it- nothing bad. Promise! You’re not dying or anything. I just, well, I seem to have accidentally gotten you drunk.” She couldn’t meet Yaz’s eye as she finished.
Yaz gave her an incredulous look.
“Accidentally! I swear!” She was in damage control mode now. “It were those sweets that I said- thought were safe for humans. And they are! They just act like alcohol. I’m really sorry, Yaz.”
She felt dejected but knew there was one more apology she needed to say.
“I’m sorry for everything else, too.” Now she really couldn’t look at her. “For this.” She gestured between them. “Turns out I were drunk too, on ginger. So, I’m sorry.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yaz shift uncomfortably. She had no idea what to say now. She wasn’t exactly known for her excellent interpersonal skills when it came to things like this. But she did know that the silence from Yaz was telling. Had the apology not been enough?
Eventually, Yaz spoke softly, “Do you really mean that? That you’re sorry it happened?” The Doctor saw her swallow heavily from the corner of her eye. “All of it?”
Oh gods, she hated to think Yaz was hurt by her actions or even Yaz’s own actions. She needed to make sure Yaz knew she meant the apology. She nodded vigorously. “Yes, absolutely, all of it. Very sorry. I messed up and it’s all my fault. We can just forget about it and pretend it never happened. Or, well, if you’re really upset…” She dropped her gaze away. “I could drop you home.”
Please no, please stay. She wanted nothing more than for Yaz to forgive her and stay. She loved Yaz with both of her hearts, and had meant every moment of the night before, but she didn't think it was reciprocated, which meant last night was a big mistake for Yaz. She wished Yaz felt the same way as she did, but it was unlikely that a human as wonderful as Yaz would really feel that way about her too.
Yaz kept her voice low, “Really? Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t enjoy it or didn’t mean anything you did or said.”
Oh… She had her there. Could she really lie to her face like that? She bit her lip and chanced a glance at Yaz’s face. She looked serious and hurt.
She swallowed hard, she couldn’t lie to Yaz. She’d have to do as asked - how could she ever deny Yaz anyway?
“No. I don’t regret it really.” She crumbled in on herself, burying her face in her hands. How could she ever look at Yaz again? How could Yaz ever stand to be near her again?! This was it and it was breaking her hearts.
“Good. Neither do I.”
She was so dead, it was all over. Wait - what did she just say?
The Doctor lifted her head, stunned. “Huh?”
A giant grin spread across Yaz’s face, like the sunshine finally breaking through thick cloud cover and warming the Doctor’s soul as well as her face. She had to be hallucinating, her mind giving her what she wanted most.
“Pardon?” she repeated, still dumbstruck.
A laugh caressed her ears as Yaz’s smile widened.
“You really are a daft old alien, aren’t you?”
“What?”
Yaz nudged their shoulders together, still giggling, then placed a kiss on the Doctor’s shocked cheek.
“Huh?” she said, still not processing it. “What do you mean? I’m really not following. What did I miss?”
Instead of explaining, Yaz simply cupped the Doctor’s face with both hands and drew her in for a surprise kiss! Yaz then pulled back but held her position.
“I don’t regret any of it. I loved it. I love you .” She was shooting a pointed expression the Doctor’s way.
Relief flooded through her system. Finally, everything was slotting into place in her mind. Yaz had pulled back but was still looking at her expectantly.
“I don’t want you to regret any of it. I’ve been waiting for it for so long. I don’t even care that it took us accidentally getting drunk to do it. We shouldn’t have needed it, but I don’t care, because we finally did it. We finally said how we feel. Well,” she hesitated. “I said how I feel honestly. I don’t know how you feel because you haven’t said.”
The Doctor could tell that the last part was a question. Yaz was hoping she would be brave and be honest about how she felt, that was obvious. She was a big, brave Time Lord, surely she could tell the woman she loved what was in her heart?
She looked Yaz in the eye barely holding herself together with the fear of being so open. She swallowed hard and whispered, “I love you, too.”
Yaz raised her eyebrows, clearly encouraging her to say more.
“I meant all of last night. It was special to me, too. I don’t have the words.” She grimaced. “But I’m trying.”
“I can see that.” Yaz smiled at her, stroking the back of her fingers down the Doctor’s cheek. “Thank you for trying. It’s okay.”
Gently, Yaz leant in to kiss her again. Their lips slid together in a soft embrace. It felt like a first kiss, goosebumps up her arms and a tingle everywhere they touched. She deepened the kiss, needing more. It felt like they were both sighing and leaning into it - like they were both so relieved. Clinging on and making sure it was real and not a dream about to burst.
There were things they needed to discuss, surely, but they all melted away, trickling out of her mind with every other coherent thought as Yaz’s tongue moulded with her own. The talking would come later. They’d pledge their loyalty to each other. Become a couple officially. Say the things they should’ve said years ago. Say them every day.
As Yaz pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her like she was her entire universe, it made the Doctor sure of everything. For the first time in a very long time, she felt content and safe.
They both knew now that they’d go on, together, as a couple, and that everything was going to be okay.