Happy Reunion

Here is the final chapter. I hope y'all enjoyed it.
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Tegan and Nyssa finally broke from their kiss. The Doctor had been in no hurry to stop them: he thoroughly enjoyed the sight. But now he met Nyssa’s eyes over Tegan’s shoulder and gave a significant nod. He tried not to grin too much, but really, this was going to be amusing. For him, at least.

Nyssa smiled seraphically. Who could suspect that such grace harbored dark plots? She put her hands on Tegan’s shoulders, and pushed hard. With a squawk, Tegan went over backwards into the Doctor’s clutch. He captured her wrists and drew her hands over her head. Nyssa slipped off him, but settled her weight onto Tegan’s lower body, pinning her between the two of them.

“What the hell? Nyssa!” Tegan sounded shocked and the Doctor laughed a sinister chuckle that would have sounded more appropriate coming from the Master.

“Tell me, Nyssa, how long have the two of you been involved?”

“It started in Castrovalva, but nothing really happened until after we got free of the Urbankans.”

“Did Adric know?” He hoped not. He’d feel pretty dim if a naïve boy knew before he did.

“Not a clue. He never seemed much interested in what Tegan and I were doing.”

Tegan offered, “He never understood why Nyssa and I got on so well. So why are you asking this, Doctor?” She sounded suspicious.

“I was only wondering how well the two of you knew each other. For instance, Nyssa, have you ever tasted Tegan as she tasted you?” A hoarse note crept into the Doctor’s voice. Voicing such things inspired vivid images of Nyssa and Tegan together.

Nyssa’s gaze sharpened. “Oh yes, many times, Doctor. Shall I show you?”

“If you’d be so kind,” he responded. Tegan flexed her arms, testing the Doctor’s grip. He held her firmly, but tried not to make his grip tight. He wanted to restrain Tegan, not imprison her.

The pillow at his back gave him enough of boost to gaze down Tegan’s body as Nyssa bowed her head. She brought her lips and hands to Tegan’s breasts. She clearly knew exactly what Tegan liked, for the Australian girl moaned and wriggled helplessly. Tegan’s coloring was more dramatic than Nyssa’s. Her skin was like fine-grained cream and her nipples were the color of red amber, dark and biteably plump. It was difficult for the Doctor to keep his breathing under control and let his arousal rebuild at a leisurely pace. His control was sorely challenged by the sight of Nyssa’s lips closing around one of those red buds and delicately scraping the swollen flesh with her teeth.

Tegan struggled against his grip again, not violently. He could tell she was testing his resolve. She’d had the upper hand through most of this encounter, and she could feel that she was losing it. As he intended.

“So are you going to do anything, Doctor?” she inquired acerbically. It would be more impressive if she hadn’t been breathless.

“I am. I’m watching you. I’m watching both of you, and enjoying it thoroughly. Nyssa is showing me what pleases you, exactly as you aided us. I am going to return the favor, Tegan. Don’t you have it coming?” The Doctor wondered if he was enjoying this perhaps a little too much, and decided–no, he was enjoying it magnificently. He simply hadn’t realized that he could mix unholy glee into an affectionate sexual encounter.

“I think she has it coming, Doctor,” Nyssa abetted him with a tone of serene logic.

“Hey!” Tegan said, half-laughing her protest. “Are you going to turn on me, Nyss’?”

“No, Tegan, dearest.” Her radiant smile never altering, she did something with her fingers that made Tegan gasp and arch her back. “I only wish to see you have at least as much pleasure in the Doctor as I did.” Nyssa slid down much farther and the Doctor could see her fingers pressing up between Tegan’s legs. The ends of her curls trailed over Tegan’s skin, making it shiver.

“Oh. Right,” Tegan said weakly. Her natural belligerence was cowed by Nyssa’s gentle touch. Indeed, the lioness and the lamb lay down together. The Doctor approved, most completely. Nyssa’s smile finally took on some of Tegan’s wicked humor as she nuzzled her cheek against her friend’s mons. The red tones of her hair were even more vivid here, where the sun never faded them. The little curls rose like dark flames from the creamy rise.

Nyssa spread Tegan open with her thumbs, then as neatly as a cat, licked a circle around the visible swell of the clitoris. Tegan whimpered and let her head loll back against the Doctor’s chest. After a final tongue flick, Nyssa pursed her lips and blew a stream of air over the sensitive spot. The lioness mewed like a kitten. Nyssa was no longer putting on any kind of act for the Doctor. Her eyes were dreamily half-lidded, lost in the moment of pleasuring Tegan. She licked upwards in slow strokes, spreading the slick fluids welling up from Tegan’s core towards the clitoris, until all that area was shiny.

Tegan started making little cries with each tongue-stroke. She no longer struggled against the Doctor’s grip, having surrendered to her lovers. “Nyssa?” The Doctor called softly, reluctant to halt this loving ministration save that his arousal was making its return pointedly known.

Nyssa looked up. A mischievous glint replaced the dreaminess in her eyes. She reached down below Tegan to stroke his penis. He was not yet erect, but reached full tumescence quickly as she massaged him with Tegan’s juices. “I want to see how you are with her. If you like watching me and Tegan together, maybe I’ll like watching the two of you.” She planted a final kiss on Tegan’s sex then rolled off the bed.

Tegan took a deep steadying breath and lifted her head. “Nyssa, I–“

Whatever she meant to say was lost. The Doctor moved while she was distracted, rolling her to the side then to her back again with him on top. He pinned her quite forcefully; the breath whooshed from her lungs. She stared up at him with round-eyed surprise and he let himself grin the wickedly pleased grin he’d been holding back. “We’ve a few things to settle, Tegan. First of all, welcome back to the TARDIS.” He kissed her, wooing her lips insistently until she opened to him and gave him the passionate response he wanted.

“Secondly, I want to make it plain to you that I am in charge here. I am not your boss, but it is my TARDIS. I do know what I’m doing, and I want you to trust me.” The Doctor gave Tegan a stern look, and hoped it wasn’t too ameliorated by his lingering grin. He rocked his hips, stroking the tip of his shaft over her slick folds.

The protest on Tegan’s lips died with a moan of need. “Yes, Doctor,” she said, and he chose to take it as a response to his speech. He’d been able to recycle most of what he’d planned to say while he still had his clothes on–highly gratifying.

He looked to Nyssa, who was just settling into the chair. “Nyssa, my dear, would you assist me as Tegan did for you? I should greatly appreciate it.” The courteous tones rolled off his tongue as normally as if he were asking her to help pour out the tea.

“Of course, Doctor. It would be my pleasure.” Even her latest experiences did not cause Nyssa to act any less than a well-bred young lady. She climbed onto the bed and knelt beside them. Resting her hand on the Doctor’s back, she leaned down and kissed him with Tegan watching them share her taste. The Doctor still pinioned her arms and his weight kept her effectively out of the action. She growled in frustration.

“Is she always so impatient, Nyssa?” The Doctor kissed Tegan on the nose. She didn’t seem able to find the words to actually complain. In fact, he thought he saw her smile a little.

“Yes, Doctor.” Nyssa moved down, running her hand over his back. “Oh, Tegan, I wish you could see. He has such a pretty backside!” She slapped the Doctor lightly on the rump and he looked back indignantly.

Tegan giggled. “Round and firm?” she inquired roguishly. He turned his indignation on her and she rubbed her breasts against his chest in supplication. His wrath was appeased.

“Oh, yes,” Nyssa said with such sincere approval that he could not be angry at all any more.

“Thank you,” the Doctor said politely.

Nyssa gently guided him into place, her fingertips stroking and pushing until he felt himself lodged against Tegan’s entrance. “It’s amazing how big the Doctor’s penis looks. I can’t believe all that fit inside me.” She caressed his thighs, and then retreated to the chair to watch them.

The Doctor couldn’t quite bring himself to comment. Words were beginning to fail in the teeth of his urgent need to thrust into the woman beneath him. He stared down at Tegan. He’d meant to say something else, something to cement his authority.

“I can feel him. So thick and solid.” There was raw need in Tegan’s voice. He’d never seen her like this before. In her own way, she was always trying to be in control. The Doctor had pure reason to fall back on, and his training in mental and physical disciplines. Tegan used anger to cover up her vulnerabilities. Now she lay open to him, the simmer in her dark eyes evoking the red in her auburn hair. She was so hot, burning inside.

The Doctor thrust into Tegan, slowly, watching her eyes. She’d been born into the wrong era, he thought. All that anger, all that pent up passion to do, to be, and it was undirected. Her culture preferred young women to be sweet and demure. Tegan must have had many clashes with authority figures in her short life. “I am very glad you’re back,” he said, a tenderness in his voice that surprised him. He filled her depths; he kissed her deeply and released her arms. She wound them around his neck. This she wanted: him, inside her.

He drew back slowly, deliberately pacing his motion. She whined at the tantalizing withdrawal, trying to lift her hips and take him back. “No, Tegan. Do I have to pin you again?” The Doctor planted his hands firmly on the bed, the muscles in his arms tautening as he rose over her.

“I need you, Doctor,” she said brokenly.

“Trust me. Tegan, look at me.” He smiled down into her wide dark eyes. “I want you. All the fights we’ve had, all the arguments, tempt me now to be rough with you, to take you hard and fast.”

She moaned, her nails scrabbled at his shoulders, though not deep enough to draw blood.

“You want it, I know. So do I. But not yet, you’re not ready. I won’t let you be hurt, Tegan. I will not stand for it.” He held her gaze, willing her to believe him. The Doctor could not force her; he would not hypnotize her. He conjured her trust with each slow stroke. He was tantalizing himself as much as her by holding back when he wanted to share her abandonment to pleasure.

A smile finally curved her lips. “So serious,” Tegan said, tracing his lips with a fingertip. “I thought we were meant to be enjoying each other.” She lifted her stubborn chin and gave him her familiar defiant look, minus the sulky pout. The mocking tone in her voice was playful instead of hurtful. “I’m not afraid of you, Time Lord. Do your worst. I know I’ve made you angry in the past. Don’t you want some payback?” Her body moved under his, her hips rocking, changing the angle of his thrusts. The slick, heated grip of her secret flesh closed on him, forced an animal grunt as a fresh wave of ecstasy spread from his loins.

His next thrust buried his full length into her. He dipped his head, having to sharply bow his back, but it was worth it to capture a plump, wine dark nipple in his mouth and feast. Tegan aided him with the lifted arc of her body, offering the breast and its twin to his mouth. The Doctor was far less gentle than had been Nyssa. He took a mouthful of tit flesh and worked it with his tongue and teeth. Every sense was alert to Tegan’s response. He gauged his force to bring her delight to the edge of agony, but no further.

Tegan’s fingers knotted in his hair. “Arrogant alien kidnapper,” she cooed.

He let her breast pop out of his mouth. “Ill tempered air hostess.” The Doctor’s voice caressed the words.

Tegan achieved a magnificent sneer, but spoke in a purr rather than a snarl. “Daft celery-wearer.”

He pulled back his hips abruptly. Scarcely embedded in her, the Doctor looked Tegan Jovanka in the eye and said insinuatingly, “Mouth. On. Legs.” He speared back into her so hard that her indignant huff choked into a groan. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Nyssa regarding them with an appalled and dubious expression.

In normal tones he told Tegan, “We’re shocking Nyssa in the worst way.”

“You’re both only joking, yes?” Nyssa asked for reassurance.

“Not entirely, Nyssa. You see, he likes it when I’m a bitch to him,” Tegan said, far too cheerfully.

“I do not!” the Doctor protested, fairly sure he meant it.

Tegan’s eyes narrowed and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She deliberately gave her voice its harshest Aussie twang. “Sssslllooowww bowler,” she said, throwing down the gauntlet. The smirk on her lips implied notions that made the Doctor bristle. She certainly wasn’t referring to his cricket form.

“All right, then,” the Doctor said wrathfully. He kissed that snarky mouth until it yielded again; he rode her harder with each stroke. The brass bed frame began knocking against the wall. He ignored it. Tegan scratched his back. The athleticism of which he was justly proud allowed him to scoop her legs up until her ankles were over his shoulders.

They shared blind instinct and a furious determination to fuck each other’s brains out. That combination allowed them to twist their bodies in ways that the Doctor would have said were impossible to maintain. He was certain Tegan had orgasmed at least once already, but she kept begging him not to stop, and he would rather regenerate than see her left unsatisfied after all this build-up.

Despite a genius IQ and a healthy young bicardially endowed body, the Doctor found he could not resist joining her next climax. Tegan ran her hands down his chest and called his name with enough seductive power to turn her voice from gall to honey. He echoed with her name, panted it out as each liquid spurt jolted his body. At ebb, still cradled by her, he put his lips to Tegan’s ear and whispered for her alone, “Brave heart.” Tegan brushed long, sweaty strands of blond hair back from his face with the same tenderness she’d shown Nyssa.

“That was beautiful,” Nyssa said in a hushed voice, as if louder tones would disturb them, “But frightening as well, like a storm or a volcano. You let some force loose from inside you: in body, mind, and spirit. I think I have much yet to learn about sex.” They both reached out to the Traken princess and she came willingly to their arms.

The Doctor gathered Tegan and Nyssa into a snug embrace. The small bed allowed no other kind. “It’s an art rather than a science, but it can be studied.” He opened his mouth to continue in lecture-mode, but faltered under Tegan’s ironical eye. Quite right: it was not an appropriate moment for lecturing. He said instead, “Perhaps we could move this artistic tableau to my room?”

Tegan grumbled, “If you wanted me to walk, you shouldn’t have bent me into a pretzel.”

“I’ll carry you if it comes to that, Tegan,” the Doctor offered chivalrously. “If it’s any incentive, my bed will fit three with room to spare.” Their faces brightened on hearing this offer, and the Doctor smiled. He had a feeling this TARDIS crew would get along splendidly.

The End