Love by Telepathy:
Leaning against the control panel, the Doctor in tweed was absorbed in his thoughts. Amelia brushed her red hair out of the way, admiring his one-of-a-kind features. Many times she memorized this Time Lord. She wondered, though, what went through that mind of his when he was not running for his life, or saving everything between time and space. The look in his fierce old eyes said that perhaps some grief was residing in those thoughts. Amelia felt her heart stop for this brilliant man. She knew that even though she was with him, there was still so much loneliness in his hearts and Time Lord soul. He had mentioned some things in their quiet moments, but she knew there was still far more lurking there. Things that could cause a sane person go insane, or do unspeakable things. She was thankful to that moment, her madman with a box... still held it all together.
“Doctor?” Her voice carried within the silence of the space between them. It radiated off of the Tardis control room with an eerie manner. It took a few moments, but the little shift in the way he held his shoulders indicated he had heard her. Something flashed in those eyes then, almost like someone had turned on an automatic pilot control. His features started becoming light and warm again. The change was so fast; someone would have entirely missed it.
“Yes?” His voice was gentle, as always. He walked towards her with ease. “Asking me to change the bunk beds again, even though their cool?” The goofy grin on his face warmed her heart, the distance between them closed.
Amelia smiled up at him, “No. I just-” She frowned, fidgeting with his bow tie briefly. Her hands shook a little. “I just wanted to know if you were... alright.” She always worried about Her Doctor. Especially on nights like this, when the weariness in his movements, body and soul seemed to show. It meant at some point... they would hear him call out in a language they would never get. The Tardis always refused to translate.
“I'm always alright Amelia... always.” He gave her a playful massage of her hair, and turned to walk back to the console. For a moment, he stared at the ground, struggling to make sure she could accept the lie. “Shouldn't you be with your Roman?”
Opening her mouth to protest, Amelia shrugged it off. She dropped her arms and shrugged in defeat. The tension in his shoulders told her she would never win this one.
“Alright, alright, I give.” She shrugged. Turning to climb the stairs she paused. She decided instead to tenderly drape her arms around his waist.
“Goodnight Doctor,” she murmured. Then giving him a loving peck on his cheek, she headed down the Tardis corridor out of sight.
Only silence was available then. It sent a suffocating pain right into the hearts of the weary man. He was tired, so frightfully tired. Not just any form of tired, but tired of being lonely. He loved Amelia and Rory, but... that was only one part of his loneliness. Inside of him was a succession of other feelings and urges. A whole chain of feelings that had not been used since Rose, and he last parted. Urges not attended to since before even then. A fire was burning in his loins, a passion that had been caged too long. It was a fire that once burned for a woman of whom he loved so many centuries ago, on Gallifrey. His heart falling later, for a blonde British girl he would never see again. It always provided an ache in his stomach to think of her, it’s tightening still nauseating even now. Sighing, he ran his hand along the Tardis controls.
“Goodnight Sexy,” he whispered. The Tardis responded with a loud humming noise inside his head. Closing his eyes, he pictured a girl with brown eyes and long brownish hair. A smile came to his lips as he projected that idea to her. Again, the humming changed, almost affectionately. He missed her. Even though, they were not together long, he missed it when the Tardis was more than just this beautiful travelling companion. He missed it when the old girl was something he could feel. He regretted even more that hr consciousness was all he had left.
Passing the corridors, he stopped short of the room occupied by his married companions. He had changed the bed already before they retired. House had wiped all the things the Tardis had created. The sounds indicated they were more than happy about the changes. The sounds of their lovemaking awakening a love so strong, it felt almost unknown to him. Frustrated with himself, he resisted all urges to slam the door to his personal dwellings. Discarding his clothing onto the floor, he fell face first into his pillow. His hair smashed in an odd state against its cool outside. Grumbling in his native language, he slammed his fists down, feeling overwhelmed to throw a temper tantrum of a great Time Lord volume. Once again, a comforting, concerned humming ran through his head. The Tardis was worried.
“I'm okay...” he murmured. “Just...aching...” Inside and out, he thought bitterly. The Tardis' humming in his head grew. He could only reason she had said something like, “Yah right, now what's the matter?”
A twinge in his heart made him realize just how much he was aching. Turning over, he stared at the ceiling. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax and let the feelings come to him. Immediately his cock was hard. A burning passion seemed to stretch along his skin, his hearts starting to bash in his chest. A growl rose from deep inside his throat, his hand slowly memorizing his body. One was running his nails along his throat; the other pausing just before his swollen member.
“Sexy...” he whispered. The Tardis' humming grew. The Doctor sent his mental shelf full force at her, his shields wide open. If she had all those things to say before, surely she could at least cast her consciousness in a new term if he gave her the authority. She was able to do it with Rory when she was human. She talked to him with a full face in his head. The Tardis had Time Lord characteristics, just like him. If he could extend thoughts, feelings, and feel those things just as real from someone else he was touching... why not the Tardis too? Concentrating, he used his telepathy to call on her a second time. That was all the Tardis needed from her stolen partner.
Then she was there. Her slender form; her long brown locks down, curly, deep brown eyes glowing with radiant time vortex light.
“Doctor...” she whispered. Her voice echoing in his head; a language only they now knew. With panther-like grace, her form crawled towards him with a desire that made him shiver. He grasped her around the neck, their lips smashing together with such force, it hurt. It feels godly, he thought. A growl escaped his lips, as her hands began exploring. Arching against her, he bit into her creamy skin; breathing in the comforting smell of her hair. Her breathing on his skin made his arousal grow, his hands exploring every inch of beauty in front of him. Telepathy was a magnificent thing.
“Miss me that much?” She grasped him then, the proposal making him hold his head back and moan. A wicked smile crossed her lips, her tongue licking a passage from his ear lobe down his neck. Kissing at his hot skin, the Doctor could feel his sweat dripping from his brow. She continued to keep moving down his lanky frame and with each inch she did more gasps escaped him. She paused before his arousal. “My, my Doctor...” She kissed his glistening head, a long moan from the end of his throat escaped, “So... needy.”
“Pl-please...” he whimpered, head back, hand gripping at his hair. He was eager. His hearts thumped in his chest so hard he thought they would stop. Her wicked grin a clue there was more to come as she exceedingly slowly wrapped her lips around him. Every muscle in the Doctor's body tightened with every gesture she made. The warm moist sense of her mouth had him gripping the sheet, squirming in pleasure.
“Don't-don't stop,” he choked out, “Don’t-Please…”
She had him pinned now, her lips moving around up and down his shaft. Feeling her warm mouth on him had his mind in overload. Her tongue was twirling around the head of his shaft, causing spasms of pleasure through every inch of his body. The Tardis' humming was deafening inside his ears, louder than his hearts pounding in his chest. “SEXY!!!” His voice was a rough growl, as his whole body tried to rise under hers.
She increased her pace a final time, and with a mastery of her hand, everything came crashing into her like a tidal wave. The Doctor's whole body was rigid, his cock pumping inside her mouth. Breathlessly they both collapsed. The Doctor's mind made the Tardis' consciousness flicker momentarily. It was so strong, overwhelming. Never had anything crashed her sensors that way. The full extent of his emotions, his feelings were intoxicating. Her humming was a constant sound in his head now. Their minds lazily swirling together affectionately. The Doctor finally opened his eyes; the Tardis’ face still buzzing in the end of his mind. His need was still just as clear as before, and he was still hard, still aching. Thinking, he assumed after being human and feeling the true extent of her feelings she would have desire too. That being realized he knew he needed to make love to this gorgeous being. She was just as real to him as anyone else, and years of continuous companionship only drove the feeling into the very core of his alien being.
Diving back into warm, passionate feelings she was projecting, he smiled lovingly. With one fluid movement, he slipped a leg between hers and flipped her underneath him. He pinned her arms to the bed; long curly locks spread about her. For a moment, they stared into one another’s eyes longingly. Tenderly, his face inches from hers, he traced a thumb along her lips; in the native tongue he softly whispered of beauty and appreciation. He softly whispered of desire, longing and dreams. She closed her eyes, dulling the humming in his head. Slowly her one true friend and companion... cascaded kisses down every inch of creamy flesh. Occasionally he would draw his tongue over her stomach, making her gasp in small staggered breaths as he did. Stopping at her belly button, he lovingly traced circles with his tongue, kissing, nibbling, and the act causing her to curve slightly. The relationship between them mentally was so strong, he could smell her. For a brief moment, he faltered remembering what this actually was, but her tender touch to his cheek made him reassured. Regardless of how they were doing it, it was just as real. He could feel her touch on his skin, smell her, and taste her. His mind and body shared the bond.
Pausing to admire her beneath him, he realized how he would love to be like this always. No one knew him like she did; they could travel time and space like this, if he could get a perfect vessel for her. Let her away from her blue box case. The feelings from the very thought made him fill with eagerness as he laid kisses on the external lips of her heated, damp sex. Gasping she dug her nails into his wrists that still held her pinned. They stung, almost as if she were real.
“Need,-need you,” she whimpered. “Please... Doctor”
He chuckled and laid a kiss to her mouth, his thought teasing her, “Who is needy now?”
She dug her nails into his thigh then, a growl escaping his throat. Their eyes met. Her dark eyes glowing vibrant yellow with the life inside her.
“Now Doctor..!” Their whole surrounding seemed to shake and tremble. She may have only been human for a short time, but it gave her that opportunity to collect her physical shells structure, emotions, smells, touch, hormones, and their independent effects. She had been overwhelmed with all of it then, but she refused to give up what the human mind had given her. She loved this extraordinary Gallifreyan, her Doctor, her constant companion. She hoped one day maybe the Doctor could use that information stored, making her an escape from her blue-shelled restraint. His movements broke her thoughts.
Roughly gripping her arms he put them above her head, and with one thrust, he entered her as deep as he could. She was wet, warm and felt godly surrounding him. Her head was thrown back. The Doctor slowly started to thrust in and out, both of them absorbing how every inch of the other one felt. With each push the atmosphere built bringing them closer to completion. He was thrusting as quickly and as hard as he could now. Their bodies were slipping against the sheets, and their grips so hard, his body would surely be bruised. A few more hard thrusts, the Doctor had her sensors in overdrive. The Doctor’s thrust getting rougher, their legs and hips touching as they slammed together that one last time. Both voices rose in a loud growl that would certainly be heard by anyone that could hear telepathically, or just near the Doctor. She was seeping and his cock was pulsing. The room was hot, and suffocating. His cock began to quiver, his hearts pounded so fast they hurt. He did not care; he wanted this, all of this. Her voice was getting louder, fiercer. Suddenly their orgasms became one together with such force it left the Doctor unable to breathe. His head was pounding so hard it caused his vision to be red, blurry and feverish. He felt like someone had lit him on fire. The Tardis shook then, and it was clear that it would have external effects, as well. Collapsing, she noticed the exhausted look on her poor Gallifreyan's face. He pulled her close to him, her eyes were dimming yellow.
“Oh Sexy” He breathed in her smell, gripped her closer to him. She could hear his hearts beating. Nuzzling him, he felt her consciousness starting to fade and the Doctor could feel the familiar humming returning to his thoughts. He looked to see vortex soft lights fading, like the last time she went back. He could not keep the connection between them anymore. It felt like a fire burned behind his eyes.
“Hello, Doctor,” she smiled. “Till next time” She kissed him then, the vision fading, “I love you, my stolen Time Lord.”
Snapping his eyes open then, he sucked in a low rough breath, his head thumping strongly. Sucking in the cool air around him, he waited for things to slow down, and return to normal. The Doctor realized a weight lifted from him. The frustrations and anger before had faded, replaced by a content, relaxed, renewed feeling. He had found a way to be with his dearest companion.
He did not care then of the physical feelings on his body. He just shrugged them off without a second thought, burying his face into the pillow. Wrapping his arms around it, he could have sworn for a brief moment he smelt her.
An affectionate humming in his head made him smile.
“Love you too... my Sexy.”
Notes:
I got this idea after reading this site and explinations. I fell in love with the Doctor's wife episode and had this idea.
Doctor has the capability to do this I would think, given all his other telepathic abilities. His information is here:
http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Telepathy
In the Doctor's wife, the Tardis is able to project her image to Rory, other information is here:
http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Telepathic_circuits
Please let me know what you think! I would love reviews and thoughts on the story.
