Happy Reunion

A/N: It's all happy smut from here. I hope everyone enjoys it. The characterization is not the most perfect, but it's all meant in fun. For the curious, the chapter title refers to an old children's song: "There were ten in the bed and the little one said: 'roll over, roll over'. So they all rolled over and one fell out, there were nine in the bed," etc.

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The Doctor landed on his back in the bed. Tegan pinned his legs, laughing wickedly. Nyssa was hanging back, and it occurred to the Doctor that she likely had little experience of naked men. He smiled at her reassuringly, trying to keep his eyes on her face and not stare at her pretty pink crowned breasts. “Nyssa, nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen,” he said in a very mature way.

Rather, he started to say it. He got as far as ‘Nyssa, nothing will happen,’ when Tegan looked over her shoulder. She rolled over onto her back with her head on his belly, and held out her arms.

“Come here, fairy princess.” Tegan’s voice was tender, even loving. Her tone made a stark contrast to the mockery she used on the Doctor and to the rationality he’d offered Nyssa.

Nyssa’s face lit up and she leaped onto the bed and into Tegan’s embrace. The bed shook and the Doctor held on tight hoping they wouldn’t all be bounced right out. He didn’t want to miss one instant of the ardent kisses the two women were sharing. Tegan kept sifting Nyssa’s soft curls through her fingers while Nyssa tenderly cradled her face. Their mouths met over and over; they drank from each other as lovers rejoined. Which they were: he had interrupted this happy reunion. They did not need him, but he needed them. His hard and aching shaft lay nestled against the back of Tegan’s neck. Nyssa dipped her head to kiss Tegan’s throat, and the warmth of her breath poured over him. He moaned.

Nyssa looked up wide-eyed, mouth kiss-swollen to a ripeness he wanted to taste.

Tegan turned her head and nuzzled her cheek against his erection. “It’s so soft, really. The skin is velvety.” She guided Nyssa’s hand to his shaft, but left it to the Traken girl to go the final step and stroke him. Nyssa’s fingertips were very gentle, and the Doctor did his best not to move. He couldn’t bear to have Nyssa frightened of him.

“The two of you are so lovely together. I know I intruded, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn away.” The Doctor put it in his voice, he tried to convey it with his eyes, how beautiful Nyssa was and how much he wanted her.

“We’ve fantasized about you joining us,” Tegan confessed. “When you walked in like that, I couldn’t resist trying to make the dreams come true. It’s all right, Nyss’, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is,” Nyssa said, prefect-like. She grew bolder, her fingers curling around him. Tegan made a demonstrative pumping motion of her fist, and Nyssa copied the action. Her grey eyes became intently interested, watching the Doctor as he moaned and shuddered from her manual stimulation. “I want my first time with a man to be with you, Doctor. Please, may we?”

The Doctor saw Tegan bite her lip; for once she had the sense not to speak her mind. She sat up and made more room for Nyssa to lie against him.

“I’m honored, Nyssa, of course. I couldn’t possibly turn you down. Can’t you see how much pleasure you’re already giving me?” He hoped he was conveying how deeply moved he was, apart from his state of arousal. “You’re so very beautiful. I hadn’t realized how much you’ve grown up.” There was a lot not being said here, of sorrowful things that would only darken the experience Nyssa was asking him to share with her.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Nyssa drew a deep, shivery breath. “On Traken, it was the custom for a woman’s first time to be above the man. It’s an expression of the new privilege and freedom she is claiming. Do you mind?”

The Doctor closed his eyes on the vivid image of Nyssa riding him. “I think that would be wonderful.” He opened his eyes again, feeling movement on the bed. Tegan had rolled to her feet, a misty smile on her face. “I should leave you two alone for this, Nyssa–“

Nyssa reached out and caught her hand. “Don’t go out, Tegan. You’ve only now returned to us. Please… I want you here with me. I want you, too.”

Tegan’s fingers twined with Nyssa’s, but she looked uncertainly at the Doctor.

Their eyes met on a completely different level than that he shared with Nyssa. This was adversarial, though not inimical. “I’m not done with you yet, Tegan Jovanka.”

There was a dark promise in his tone that made Nyssa ask worriedly, “You’re not angry with Tegan, are you, Doctor? It has been my doing, too, that you are here.”

He reached down and ran his hands along Nyssa’s sides to her shoulders. “Tegan and I have a few things to thrash out later,” he said blandly. “Now will you kiss me, Nyssa, if you please?” The Doctor clasped her shoulders and urged her up to meet his mouth. They kissed for the first time with Nyssa’s body lying naked pressed her full length on him. It was an effort for him not to hold her more tightly.

The Empire of Traken had been steeped in ritual. Here was another: that a maiden should ride astride her first man and prove that she owned her own desires, that she need not be trapped and taken like an animal. A free, adult woman should not be afraid or embarrassed to show her desire to her lover. The Doctor let Nyssa take the lead. He responded to her eagerly, but he let her choose how deep to take the kiss. He yielded to the probe of her tongue and let her explore his mouth.

He suggested and hinted; by subtle touches he demonstrated, until at last he was guiding her to sit astride him. She had a little difficulty finding the right angle for penetration.

Tegan had dragged the tall wicker chair over to the bedside, and appropriated a straying pillow to protect her bare arse from being embossed. She curled up there, an atypically silent presence.

“Tegan, don’t sit and watch, help me,” Nyssa tried to laugh off her nervousness. The Doctor distracted her by caressing her breasts.

“It won’t disturb your ritual? Because I’ve a couple of ideas to offer.” The Doctor could not repress his chuckle and earned a glare from Tegan.

“Please,” Nyssa said, plaintively wriggling her backside in the air.

“I can’t resist that.” Tegan knelt on the edge of the bed. She kissed Nyssa’s shoulder, then her lips. Nyssa moaned into the kiss, her back arching. The Doctor couldn’t see what Tegan’s hand was doing, but he thought he could guess. A moment later his guess was confirmed as Tegan’s warm slick fingers closed on his shaft, spreading Nyssa’s fluids onto it. A grunt escaped him. He could feel the muscles nearly cramp in his abdomen as he fought the urge to thrust up into Nyssa.

It was Tegan who held his erection steady and guided Nyssa into position. The loving care she showed in teasing open the folds of the young woman’s sex to avoid Nyssa’s discomfort dispelled any lingering resentment the Doctor felt towards her. He resolved that he’d seal this accord with Tegan–later. Now he hungered so for Nyssa that he had to clench his jaw as his flesh slid into hers. Nyssa lowered herself. The joyful expression on her face as she took a man into her for the first time held his attention and assured his restraint.

Tegan left Nyssa and moved up beside the Doctor. “Taste her,” she said simply, and offered her moist fingers to his lips. He breathed in the scent of Nyssa’s arousal and sucked at Tegan’s fingers. He licked them clean while Nyssa began moving on him. He quite approved of this custom. There was no fear or nervousness on her face; she was free to move as she liked, even to rise up and off him. Tegan kissed the corner of his mouth and pulled back from the bed. He squeezed her fingers in gratitude before releasing her hand.

Oh, the sweet, heated tightness of Nyssa. It was an unending delight to be enveloped in her, to see the pleasure she took from him. The Doctor loved helping people discover new experiences; he loved seeing Nyssa happy; and he took unqualified pleasure in the tangibly female body joined to his. His hands could not resist teasing her candy pink nipples to stiff points. That his touch made her squeal and flirt her hips was a bonus.

When Tegan had offered to leave them, he’d been pleased by the idea. He realized now that her presence here steadied Nyssa. The Doctor might be her first male lover, but Tegan had already taught Nyssa that she was beautiful and sexy and that her body was an instrument of pleasure. She’d taught Nyssa that sex could be an act of friendship as much as an act of love, without being made any less. Her confidence inspired both Nyssa and the Doctor to go forward.

Nyssa had ridden him for several minutes now. He could feel the tension in her mount as she began to struggle with her pleasure instead of follow it. Tegan came back to the bed in a rush. “Let me,” she pleaded.

Nyssa must have known what Tegan intended, for she nodded and leaned back a little. Tegan laid her cheek on the Doctor’s belly and applied her tongue to Nyssa’s clit. Almost immediately, Nyssa’s motions acquired new intensity. He could feel the occasional stroke of Tegan’s tongue as she licked them both. Nyssa knotted her fingers in Tegan’s hair and pushed down hard, impaling herself. She climaxed, moaning open-mouthed, all aristocratic dignity flung aside as she ground onto him. The Doctor followed her into orgasm, the thrust of his hips momentarily lifting both women.

Tegan made greedy little sounds as she sucked at the juices that overflowed Nyssa. Nyssa dragged Tegan up by her hair so that she could share the flavors in a kiss. Drained for the moment, panting and sweatier than a thousand dashes for life, the Universe, and everything had ever made him, the Doctor watched. His brain wasn’t really up to par, but he was sure he’d never seen anything so erotic as the two of them entwined.

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