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She found him- by accident, this time- at the local steakhouse. By local, of course it wasn’t local to either of them. It was on a space cruiser. But it was CALLED ‘The Local Steakhouse’, which is what matters most. When she took the seat opposite, he glared. Ah! Yellow eyes. Rare steak.
“Can I help you?” He growled.
“Nope.” She grinned. “But I can buy you a few more of those.”
He eyed her with caution. “Why?”
“Mm… I feel like it.” She shrugged. Oh she could see he was curious, see he was trying to piece together who she was and she understood now why he revelled in disguises so much.
He sniffed her. “You forget one of the ah, more tolerable effects of this curse.” He tore down on his steak. “Heightened senses, my dear Doctor.”
“Good job I don’t have any sinister plans.”
“A pity.” He chuckled. “Allow me to pay. I have stock in the cruise.”
“So this is just a business…” she couldn’t help prying. Not with him.
“I am more than my schemes, dear.” he sipped a wine. “When did you regenerate?”
“Oh so many times since you last saw me.” She leant back. He hadn’t really asked ‘how many times’ but it was a similar conversation. “Time travel innit.”
He frowned. “Yes… yes it is.” He’d nearly finished his steak, closing his eyes with carnivorous delight as he slowly chewed on a piece, savouring it. He swallowed. “So how long has it been?”
“Um- since I saw YOU you?”
“Approximately.” He nodded. “I last saw you…” his yellow eyes flashed in the candlelight. “Well, I’m sure you can surmise whenabouts.”
“Yep.” She remembered that intensely.
He’d asked her for help. And tried to kill her, of course, but he’d… over the centuries he stopped asking. Was it after the Time War? Fending for himself out there… Literally dying instead of allowing her to help.
“A while.” She looked away. “It’s been a… bit.”
“You abandoned me.” He muttered. “If you recall, that is.”
“Yeah. I did.” She still didn’t look at him. “You tried to kill me.”
“Touché.” He popped the last piece of the steak into his mouth, his jagged canines ripping it.
“You’ve not actually bought me owt.” She grumbled slightly. She wasn’t really hungry, but it was typical him (again).
He sighed, passing him a VIP credit card. “There. Do try to keep it under two thousand.” He stood up.
She stood up. “Wait wait wait where are you-”
“Bed.” He snarled. “My dear Doctor, as intriguing as you are, I am not one of your human pets and I am certainly not going to sit here wining and dining and giggling like schoolchildren.” He made a steady pace towards the restaurant doors.
She followed. “Wait! Wait!”
He ignored her.
“Let me come with you.”
He stopped.
“Um… if that’s okay. I want to. Not like a date. Just tonight-” she blushed.
“Are you propositioning me?”
“Not if you don’t want to!” her hands were in her pockets and she was sweating and WAS she hungry?
He looked her up and down. Raised his eyebrows. Grabbed her hand and lead her out the door toward his suite.
-
The second they stepped through, he went to throw her against the wall, but she side-stepped. He stumbled. She grinned- then pressed him up, his eyes widening.
“Scared?” she knew him well enough in her time to know he was a whingey little bottom (naming yourself ‘The Master’ was the first clue you were SEVERELY compensating) but had he admitted it yet?
“Of you?” he tried to hide his arousal, to keep control. “Ridiculous.” He lied.
She raised a brow. “Okay smartarse.”
He must have sensed the mischief in her eyes. “What are you going to-”
She flipped him round, so he was now facing the wall, holding the back of his neck. “Have faith.” She whispered.
He very poorly supressed a meow.
She planted a kiss on his neck. “Aw who’s a good kitty…” then turned the kiss into a bite, relishing the purr building in his throat. It took such little time to get his trousers down, his arse out, and- what made her hearts jump more- a leather collar/leash from her pocket.
He gasped as he felt it clip round his neck but didn’t object.
“Don’t worry, Master.” She rubbed a hand on one of his bare cheeks. “I always have lube on me.”
She yanked the leash, bringing him down onto the bedroom floor. He yowled. She dragged him stumbling to a crawl, tying him to the bedpost. She stepped back. Admired his already begging cock, his needy eyes… he was so wild and fuckable like this.
“So you were ALWAYS a pathetic little bottom, hm?” she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back.
He went bright red. “I- Well…” he gulped. The hunger in his eyes, the desire, so familiar. “What will you do to me…” he whispered.
She could hear his Trakenite heart pounding. “What I always wanted to.” She pulled a strap-on from her pocket. “I also carry one of these wherever I go.” Walked round to his behind. His shaky breaths were fuelling her, sending her crazy. “Not my favourite one, that’s in my TARDIS, but you insisted on your room…” she lazily let down her trousers, letting him hear the strap-on be attached, the lube be squeezed. She took her time. He growled in frustration.
“Oh easy, easy.” She giggled. Then smacked his arsecheek hard. “We’ve got to warm up, first.” She slipped a finger into him. Circling round, finding his sweet spot- but not lingering- taunting it. He didn’t hold back this meow, loud and undignified.
“Another?”
He nodded wordlessly. Who was she to deny him? She plunged another finger in, scissoring them, preparing him for the main course. Oh he was soft (for a monster). She wanted him fucked senseless. Needed it.
She pulled her fingers out. Let him anticipate her cock. Smacked him. He yowled.
“Oh we really are pathetic, aren’t we?” she spanked him again. “I asked you something?”
“Mmm yes.”
Again. “Yes what?” Again. Her palm was beginning to hurt and she scanned the room…
“Doctor! Yes Doctor!” he cried.
It was a lavish room, the VIP suite. A master bed, private bar even a grand piano.
He must have heard her feet circling the room. “Doctor?”
“Have faith!” She chirruped. There, on his bedside table, a simple hairbrush. Oh he did like his appearance. She took it round, wondering if he’d recognise it against him… slammed it against him. He gasped. She went again and again and again, speeding up each time, again-
Without warning, she thrust her cock into him.
His head bucked back in pleasure. “M-my- d-” he meowed again, louder and whorish.
She pulled his hips up to her. Thrusting harshly and quickly.
He cried out. Close, so close. She reached a hand under to find one of his balls- smiling to herself. Then squeezed.
He spilled out all over the floor.
She pulled herself out, unclipping the leash from the bedpost and allowing him to clamber onto the bed, purring. She removed her strap-on, then nestled behind him, pressing her face into the back of his neck. The purring increased in volume. She reached a hand to his hair, softly petting him. He still had his collar on.
‘He can keep that’ she thought to herself ‘he likes it’.
“Very astute, my dear Doctor.” He murmured between purrs.
She kept petting him, wrapping her other arm around him. This body was warm. Probably a result of the Cheeta virus, he was like a big hot water bottle. She picked at the buttons of his shirt.
“You must be boiling?” she honestly wasn’t sure.
He sighed. Stopped purring. She’d hit a nerve. “I always am after- ah…” he wriggled slightly “…hunting, typically.” He started helping with the buttons.
“Oh. I killed the mood?” all of her confidence had gone, she was left vulnerable.
He flipped round to face her. Then pulled her toward his chest, resting on his heart. “You oughtn’t seek my praise, Doctor.”
“Mm…maybe? I don’t care.”
He scoffed. “While I’m feeling generous, you have an enviable talent for dominance.”
She cut him off “In the bedroom.”
“You could be far more than-” he cut himself off. “-anyways. Are you going to join me?” He thumbed at the bottom of her t-shirt. “In removing clothing, not ruling the universe. I know your answer to that.”
“Oh! Right!” she smiled. “Yeah.”
She took her shirt off, throwing it to the side, feeling so grateful she never wore a bra and he would get to instantly enjoy her. He really was boiling. She pressed her bare chest up against him, he was so comfortable, she rested a hand in his hair again. “Do we like this?”
He placed his head on her tits, eyes closed, purring again. “Mhm.”
She kissed his forehead and he meowed softly. “My pretty little kitty.” He looked so peaceful… little shit.
He nipped at the soft flesh on her upper left breast, probably a warning in case she thought him ‘tamed’. She knew he wasn’t. Would never be. A horrible part of her found him way hotter like this. Mad. Dangerous. She shuddered.
“Ashamed?” he mumbled, not specifying which of them he was referring to. He didn’t need to.