A Kiss before Dying
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Category:
1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,118
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dr. Who, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Kiss before Dying
Author’s note: thanks to El as always.
Disclaimer: I make no money and do this only for the need to get it out of my head. Doctor Who characters belong to the BBC not me. No money, right!
The pain of his last words washes over me as I catch his eye over the console. As fresh and painful now as when I first heard them during regeneration. I beckon him to follow and for once without argument, he does. I lead him to the garden beyond cloister room. I don’t know why it opens to me only now. She keeps her secrets well, this TARDIS of mine.
I rest my hand on his shoulder. He asks me why but I cannot answer. Because I know I will lose you. Because I have seen you die. Only once before have I received such visions. But foolish then and young, I failed to act. I see her fall into darkness in my dreams. Alone and unloved, I failed in my duty to protect her. I allowed her to die in such pain. I shall not fail him as I did her.
He falls silent as I trace his lips. Sweet and innocent, he welcomes me into his arms. He sees my pain, my grief but cannot fathom its cause.
I entwine my fingers in his hair, breathing my fill of him, committing all to memory. Beautiful boy I whisper. Lips so close I feel his heartbeat as my fingers dip below his collar.
He reaches for me, steading himself. His hands upon my waist makes my hearts ache. I brush my lips over his, light as the touch of stars and see his eyes shine with hope. Gentle is the kiss as I reach for him, pulling him close, enveloping him in my warmth. His lips part as he welcomes me. Tracing the shape of Cupid’s bow I taste him. Sunlight and honey, his tongue slides against my own.
Sweet and eager as my hands part his shirt, he shudders to my touch. His skin is pale and receptive beneath my hands. His fingers fumble at my buttons, gauche and impatient. I let him explore my chest, moaning at his touch.
He reaches for my fly but I take his hands in mine, kissing them in turn. This is my gift to give. I free him of his pants and drop to my knees before him. His skin like velvet, soft and delicate. I worship him with my hands, my mouth, my soul.
He shakes with passion and fearful of collapse, pulls away. I steady him, whispering words of reassurance. His hands upon my shoulders, he smiles at me with eyes so deep I fear to drown in them.
I lay him down on soft earth. He gives himself over to my touch, crying my name in pleasure as I bring him to release. He swoons in my arms, weeping tears of joy and fulfilment. I kiss them away, whispering my love to him. He falls asleep in my embrace, protected and without fear.
He will not pass out of this world unshriven as she did. Before we are forced to part I will show him love, pleasure and all the beauty of the universe.
But for now – a kiss before dying.
Disclaimer: I make no money and do this only for the need to get it out of my head. Doctor Who characters belong to the BBC not me. No money, right!
The pain of his last words washes over me as I catch his eye over the console. As fresh and painful now as when I first heard them during regeneration. I beckon him to follow and for once without argument, he does. I lead him to the garden beyond cloister room. I don’t know why it opens to me only now. She keeps her secrets well, this TARDIS of mine.
I rest my hand on his shoulder. He asks me why but I cannot answer. Because I know I will lose you. Because I have seen you die. Only once before have I received such visions. But foolish then and young, I failed to act. I see her fall into darkness in my dreams. Alone and unloved, I failed in my duty to protect her. I allowed her to die in such pain. I shall not fail him as I did her.
He falls silent as I trace his lips. Sweet and innocent, he welcomes me into his arms. He sees my pain, my grief but cannot fathom its cause.
I entwine my fingers in his hair, breathing my fill of him, committing all to memory. Beautiful boy I whisper. Lips so close I feel his heartbeat as my fingers dip below his collar.
He reaches for me, steading himself. His hands upon my waist makes my hearts ache. I brush my lips over his, light as the touch of stars and see his eyes shine with hope. Gentle is the kiss as I reach for him, pulling him close, enveloping him in my warmth. His lips part as he welcomes me. Tracing the shape of Cupid’s bow I taste him. Sunlight and honey, his tongue slides against my own.
Sweet and eager as my hands part his shirt, he shudders to my touch. His skin is pale and receptive beneath my hands. His fingers fumble at my buttons, gauche and impatient. I let him explore my chest, moaning at his touch.
He reaches for my fly but I take his hands in mine, kissing them in turn. This is my gift to give. I free him of his pants and drop to my knees before him. His skin like velvet, soft and delicate. I worship him with my hands, my mouth, my soul.
He shakes with passion and fearful of collapse, pulls away. I steady him, whispering words of reassurance. His hands upon my shoulders, he smiles at me with eyes so deep I fear to drown in them.
I lay him down on soft earth. He gives himself over to my touch, crying my name in pleasure as I bring him to release. He swoons in my arms, weeping tears of joy and fulfilment. I kiss them away, whispering my love to him. He falls asleep in my embrace, protected and without fear.
He will not pass out of this world unshriven as she did. Before we are forced to part I will show him love, pleasure and all the beauty of the universe.
But for now – a kiss before dying.