Happy Reunion

Set after 'Arc of Infinity'. Tegan returns to the TARDIS.

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Tegan Jovanka walked past the Doctor and headed to the room she’d shared with Nyssa with hardly a glance at the Time Lord. Nyssa followed her, but tendered an apologetic smile.

It wasn’t very apologetic at that.

The Doctor stewed quietly in the control room as he checked over the console. He had left Tegan rather abruptly at Heathrow, but it’s where she was supposed to be, after all. And for Nyssa’s sake, at least, he should be glad she was back. If only she wasn’t such a disturbing presence! Always ready to argue, always ready to doubt his competence. Certainly, he had failed multiple times at returning her to the day of her accidental arrival on the TARDIS, but this old type 40, magnificent as she was, did have her quirks. The whole Event One episode had…

He was making excuses. He was putting off having it out with the woman. The Doctor checked his celery and noticed it needed replacing. Fresh celery for a fresh start: that was the ticket. He should get a fresh stalk for his lapel, and he should make sure that Tegan understood who was in charge.

Him, that is. The Doctor.

In fact, he’d do it right now, and then go change his celery.

The Doctor went to the room the two young women shared. As he approached, he could hear laughter. Excellent. They would start off their new association in a spirit of friendly cooperation.

With him in charge, that is.

The Doctor opened the door, opened his mouth to speak, but froze in place.

Clothes were strewn all over the room. Nyssa and Tegan were lying naked together, clasped affectionately. Kissing quite passionately.

Nyssa gave a little gasp and snatched the coverlet up to her chin. Tegan, bold girl, stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Well, Doctor, did you forget how to knock?”

“I didn’t, er, I was only…”

“Surprised?” She smiled sweetly at him.

“Er, yes?” The Doctor had a feeling that whatever he said was not going to get him out of this.

It’s not like he couldn’t run. But he was supposed to be in charge around here. How could he run away and be in charge?

“I don’t know why you should be surprised. Why did you think we were sharing a room, Doctor? You don’t know much about women if you think we wouldn’t be glad of each having our own bathroom, except we had another reason to stay together.” Tegan tilted her head to one side, her attitude annoyingly cocky. Nyssa simply listened, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape.

As was the Doctor’s own, still. He quickly shut it. “I have sufficient knowledge about women, I assure you, Tegan.” Yes, superior knowledge. He had decades of education. The upper hand would be his, and then he could retreat with dignity. He should be going now. Where was the door? Ah, yes, behind him.

While the Doctor was trying to remember, under considerable stress, where the exit was, Tegan advanced her position. “It so happens, Doctor, that I know an awful lot about men. And you are male, right?” Suddenly she was right there in front of him. “Oh, you are.” Her hand had landed on a considerably stressed area in the front of his trousers.

“Well, er, yes, of course. Now, see here, Tegan—“ the Doctor took a step back, but not before she had a handful of hard evidence.

Nyssa sat straight up in the bed and tried to peer past Tegan.

“See for myself? Good idea, Doctor.” Tegan unfastened his trousers as she knelt. She had skill to go with her knowledge, for her fingers were deft and efficient.

So was her tongue.

“Oh!” exclaimed Nyssa. Now that Tegan was kneeling, she could see a lot more. She let the coverlet slip to her lap, and the Doctor couldn’t help but notice that she was still quite naked. She didn’t look like a young girl anymore, but a lovely and surprisingly curvy woman.

He didn’t know what expression was on his face, but it made Nyssa giggle. His feet refused to move as shocks of delicious sensation traveled from Tegan’s mouth on his penis throughout his body. Nyssa had to rise from the bed and come to them. “We are really too wicked, Tegan, teasing the poor Doctor. We should have invited him in, so he’d know he was welcome.” She walked past him and closed the door, cutting off his escape. He was trapped.

Tegan murmured agreeably and did something marvelous with her tongue. The Doctor hadn’t felt this welcome in centuries.

Nyssa helped him out of his coat. He helped her without letting himself think about what she was doing. He even said ‘thank you, Nyssa,’ in his usual courteous way as she assisted him with his braces. From behind him, she put her hands on his hips and he felt the soft crush of her breasts pressed warmly against his back.

“We need to get the rest off, Tegan. I can’t believe how many pieces of clothing he thinks he must wear.” Nyssa giggled and put her chin on his shoulder, snuggling against him.

Tegan reluctantly leaned back, steadying his shaft with her hands while her mouth drew at him. He groaned and put his hands on her head. Her short hair was like fine silk slipping through his fingers as the sweet sucking mouth pulled free of his swollen flesh. The thick head exited the tight circle of her lips with an audible pop that made the women giggle.

“Very funny, yes,” the Doctor admitted, able to see the humor. “But do you really think we should do this?”

Tegan stood up, all the way up on her tiptoes. Her hand holding to one shoulder, she leaned into his other shoulder and kissed Nyssa on the mouth. Their tongues dueled, passing the taste of him back and forth. Their faces were so close, he saw every detail: the sheen of moisture on full, rosy lips, the languid expressions of enjoyment, and the sparkle of their eyes. He could even scent his own hormone traces on their breath. The Doctor noticed at that moment that he was holding Tegan tight to him with one arm, and had reached back to caress Nyssa’s thigh.

Tegan broke the kiss but left her chin leaning on the Doctor’s shoulder. “What do you think, Nyssa? Should we really be doing this?”

Nyssa’s sweet, aristocratic tones were delivered straight to his ear. “I think we should, Tegan, unless the Doctor isn’t enjoying this? Because then, certainly, we should release him. Oo!” The little gasp emerged as the Doctor’s hands tightened on both of them.

Tegan rubbed the tip of her nose against Nyssa’s. They were breathtakingly lovely together, the Doctor had to admit. “He must be enjoying himself, because something is digging into my stomach and it’s not the sonic screwdriver.” In the cause of experimentation, Tegan wriggled her belly against the Doctor. He took a sharp breath at the sensation of her sleek skin against his erection. “Unless he’s fixed it?” She glanced slyly out of the corner of her eye at him. He hadn’t heard such dusky tones from her since she’d been possessed by the Mara. This was a more personally alarming manifestation of feminine power, if not one of evil. He hoped.

“I haven’t,” he said, his voice emerging in a thick growl. “Tegan, you’re trying my patience.”

“And you’re trying the seams of your trousers. We’ll help you with that, Doc, no worries.” Tegan slid her hand up into his hair, and kissed him. With no need to engage rational thought, he kissed her and three sets of hands busied themselves with his person until he was as naked as his two seducers.

They pushed him onto the bed. It was rather small for three, but the look in Tegan’s eyes made it plain she was not willing to hear any suggestion that involved his going through that door any time soon.


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