Babs babblings

I'm getting old

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 15:12:09 GMT

Went onto Teaspoon to post under my other name and...had forgotten my password and the name if all truth be known!

So I had to create another email account and another name. I really should keep track of my psuedos!

Have a couple of stories I've been working awhile on and I'm quite happy with them. They aren't my usual pairing or my usual plotting. I hope the public likes them :D. Now, the fun thing is going to be remembering to check that other email...

Earthen Part 2

Mon, 28 Jan 2008 15:10:30 GMT

Title: Earthen
Rating: A very strong R
Characters: OCs, Five and Tegan...Adric and Nyssa are mentioned.
Pairing: Tegan/Five
Summary: It's only a religious observance; why is the Doctor so uptight?
Disclaimer: All BBC, baby. If I made any money from it, I'd certainly not be working.

“Come along, Tegan, time to leave.”

The absence of music almost made her ears ache. She swore that her footsteps, the clap of her bare feet, were shocking in the sharp slap they made against the floor, but no one seemed to be surprised. Actually, they didn’t seem to even notice them. But still, the Doctor bodily hauled her through the dance room as the lights dimmed again as if the hounds of hell were on their heels.

“Doc-“

“He’s right to be moving so quickly; best to get out before questions are asked or other things demanded,” the Captain commented. He was right behind her, nearly against her back as she kept up the Doctor’s furious pace.

Janus’ laugh made Tegan internally cringe. It sounded evil or like a right bloody bugger. “Yeah, after all the offers that were going around the table for you, Ms. Jovanka, you really wouldn’t want to remain there long.”

The Doctor didn’t comment and Tegan could see that he wasn’t particularly inclined to spare the energy to do so. As the music started again and the sea of men closed towards the stages in a large wave, he grunted. Her hand was switched to his other hand as he slipped his arm around her waist and he pulled her in front of him. “Keep moving, Tegan. I’ve had enough of this establishment.”

“It served our purpose,” the Captain said. “We’ll have the parts…in what…what did he say at the last? Half a standard hour?”

“At Mount Tresa,” Janus replied. “It’ll take us about that long to get the money and get there.”

“And you can take my companion and me back to the ship,” the Doctor countered.

“You’ll come with us, Doctor,” the Captain rumbled. “I’ve learned one thing about people and groups: it’s best to split them up. And this way, I’ll keep your two junior companions under my thumb and you under my control.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that!” Tegan growled. The door out was in front of her and it sung inward as she approached it. The sudden move brought Tegan up short and the Doctor pressed against her back.

He’s still hard as a rock. She closed her eyes. His cock was a hard, thick ridge through the coolness of his linen trousers. Her movement brought both his hands to her hips. Her head was against the midline of his chest and his voice was a rumble.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Doctor,” she replied at a shout. But in the next second, they were both outside the building and the silence was startling. Her next inhale was used to exclaim: “But it’s cold as bloody hell!”

He frowned. The bloody Time Lord frowned at her. What did he expect of her? She was in practically nothing and there were two feet snow on the ground. He nearly yanked her back to the transport in which she, Janus and the Captain had arrived. “It’s a sardine can,” she complained.

“Beggars and all that, Tegan,” the Doctor grunted.

Janus ripped open the door in the stiff wind and hooked his thumb. “Your carriage, m’lady. You and she can ride in the back.”

The Captain had already climbed in the pod and had initiated the engine. Janus gave them a look and got in the copilot’s seat. The small cargo area looked horribly cramped, but surprisingly invitingly warm to Tegan. Still, she glanced up at the Doctor as her hands furiously rubbed her bare arms. “Can’t we make a run for it?”

The Doctor looked momentarily tempted and then sighed wearily. He shook his head once. “He can radio the ship and have Adric and Nyssa taken care of much quicker than I can get there; it’s best to play along. Besides, fixing the ship benefits us all.” His gaze flicked to her chest and her legs and then centered on her eyes again. “And you’ll freeze.”

“Then?”

He stepped to the cargo door, just a small hood opening and climbed inside. Seconds later, his hand stuck through the door and called her. “Come on, Tegan. Get in.”

“And sit where?” She shouted as the wind increased.

**

Sit where indeed, she moodily thought. The Doctor was a large man; there was very little space regulated for her use. Still, she fit into the small area, her rump barely on the seat and her legs…

Well, they were across his lap.

With a heave, he closed the door and leaned forward over her. “All right, Janus, we are ready if you need to move this contraption. Although, I would appreciate you throwing back a coat or blanket for Tegan.”

Seconds later, the plexiglass small door in front of them opened and a brown blanket was tossed to them. “Right, you two, hold on. It’ll be a rapid ride and a bit rough.” His gaze moved over her legs. Her skin felt like it was crawling and she grimaced. Bloody bugger. The Doctor’s hand landed on her knee, close to her thigh and turned her slightly towards him.

“Just get us there,” he rumbled. Even Tegan could feel the warning tone in his voice. Janus grinned widely and slammed the partition shut. Immediately, the light dimmed in the cargo area to a not so pleasant purple.

“Just…great!” She grumbled as she grabbed the blanket. “Next time, can we please crash land on a warm planet….with transportation that is…too…” She shifted her hips as the car lurched forward. She went to fall forward as his arm looped around her back and hauled her shoulder against his chest. “Ooof!”

She needn’t have complained about her rough handling, she thought in the next instant. The vibration of the moving transport nearly made her teeth chatter. The Doctor frowned and patted her shoulder. “Stand up for a moment, Tegan.”

“Where? Or better…how? Cripes…”

“I’m going to make us more comfortable,” he commented lowly. “You’ll be bruised everywhere otherwise. Stand. Up.”

She rose with a frown and then let out a squeak of surprise as he unceremoniously pulled her down to where she was cocooned: the wall at her back with his coat between her and the cold metal. His arm was about her lower back and her legs were over his cool linen-clad ones. Her bum was at this point just barely balanced on his right leg. And she knew, once she settled, that the hardness against her bum and thigh was all him. His erection obviously had not abated.

They said nothing for several minutes as Tegan concentrated on wrapping in the blanket and tucking the Doctor’s coat behind her back. Bloody hell, she thought as she leaned against his chest: I can’t stop rubbing against him. I guess I know for sure that he finds humanoid females attractive. It wasn’t entirely her fault; the movement was almost innate.

“Comfortable?” His voice rumbled through the semi-dark sometime later. She felt it again; his voice felt like warmth. His arm shifted and she wiggled; quite frankly, she couldn’t keep the happy sigh from escaping. He was still thick and…very hard.

“Yes, no thanks to our…hosts,” she grumbled. Impishly and with more harshness than she intended, she commented: “You don’t feel like you are comfortable.”

He heaved a sigh.

The transport jumped and she bounced on his lap. She hissed something between a sigh and a moan and shifted her weight. Forcibly, his hands fell to hold her still on his lap. The pressure caused her to rock back on his body. His grunt rumbled out of his chest. “Good Rassilon,” he complained.

Tegan’s eyes shut and she resisted the urge to hold onto the back of the seat behind him. His fingers tightened on her hipbones. She could feel every nuance of his fingers: roughened ridges, the slight tense as if he was unsure of whether to hold her as she was and almost frightened to let go. First his thumbs and then the rest of his fingers tightened almost painfully and she could feel the slight tremble in each…and…every…

“Rassilon?” She whispered curiously.

“Like your God,” he said hoarsely, quickly.

“Doctor-“

“Gallifreyan males do find humanoid females attractive,” he explained in an undertone. She needn’t have looked over her shoulder at him. From the tone of his voice, she knew that his lips were close to her ear.

She swallowed as the transport rocked side to side and his strong erection ground against her, encased smooth linen, rubbing roughly against her inner thighs. Their cramped transport lurched to one side. Her hands pressed against wall behind her to keep her balance and her back arched slightly.

When the rumble of the transport settled to a constant hum, she relaxed slightly. The Doctor’s hands were still on her and he was now gazing at her half reclined body. His cock twitched against her and she shivered. For a long moment, measured in breaths instead of time, they locked gazes. For the first time, she realized that there was a thin line of perspiration over his upper lip, even in this cold world. His eyes were dark, midnight blue in this light and…

such a heated gaze.

He cleared his throat and she righted on his lap with his assistance. “Doc….” She forced down the feeling of unease and shook her head slightly. “Not a biology experiment, I guess…”

“Far from it,” he agreed. His voice was gruff; it was just this side of a growl. He cleared his throat again. “Yes, well, I don’t consider my companions to be experiments, Tegan. And if you haven’t noticed, I do have a bipedal humanoid form myself.”

“But I’m not…”

“No, you aren’t Gallifreyan. I prefer humanoid...”

“Doc, you’re as hard as a bloody rock.”

“Erotic dancing of an attractive woman arouses me,” he returned quickly. “As it does many of my species. And when that attractive woman is known to me…it is much harder to deny the physical reaction…” He said the words tightly, as though his erection was sapping his strength. His hands still harshly held her against him. The long shaky exhale led to a short, slightly sour, chuckle. “And at the moment…”

“A mostly naked woman, Gallifreyan or otherwise, on your lap is more temptation than you want to have?” Tegan sighed. Her hands were gripping his jumper; somehow her hands had ended up on his chest. The white of his jumper looked horribly otherworldly in that light, but so…utterly…Pom. His voice, in its gravelly state, verbally portraying his arousal, was no longer that of an alien (if it ever had been). It was clearly that of…well…a man wanting to take her to bed.

“Ah…yes,” the Doctor agreed quietly.

The transport lurched again. Tegan rocked toward him. Her hands flattened against his chest, feeling the athletic, moderately muscled chest under the jumper. Her legs spread a little to keep her balance; his enrobed cock rubbed against the inside of her thigh. His eyes, now so close, widened and she could feel his cool breath against her lips. Her mouth, opened to answer him, was only millimeters from his. She leaned in, almost rote, to press her lips against his bottom one.

His breath stilled. Those blue eyes, with the icy hot gaze, closed slightly. His lips were cool, like water. Pliable and slightly pouty, his lower lip was an excellent target and she found her eyes closing as well. After a few seconds, she slowly released his lip and pushed against his chest. As she drew back, she saw that his black pupils had dilated to almost fill his midnight blue irises. He stared at her as he breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling under her hands.

“Bloody hell,” she complained in a rushed breath. “I – “

“Tegan?” He whispered. “Be quiet.”

His hands moved. As she sat sideways on his lap, his one hand went under her hair, the other moved to support her neck and back. Suddenly, she was laid back towards the wall, her bum sliding across his lip until his cock pressed against it properly. Partially reclined, she grasped at his jumper, pulling at the wool. “What…”

He leaned closer and she saw what he was going to do. He met her gaze, but didn’t ask. She knew that she could say no, undoubtedly, and he would stop. But she didn’t want to say no. Even without his cock hard and ready against her, she would have known he wanted her: his gaze, the way he licked his bottom lip, the hold of his hands.

She closed her eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Her breath rushed out of her and she grasped at his clothes. It was a slow kiss, not tentative, more testing, as if he wanted to see how she would react to him. A slight pressure, then an insistent press and then…

…I’m floating…

His lips opened slowly, nudging hers to full openness under his tutorage. Her hands pulled on his jumper and the weave gave a little under her nails. She felt like he was talking to her; his mouth moved, lips grazing then conquering. His palm pressed hard against her skull, his fingers in her hair.

…Christ on a …is that his…

…tongue eased into her open, now waiting… I’m eager for it

A growl, he growled, as his tongue first touched and then slipped past hers to slowly rub in and out of her mouth, against her own. The rough, gravelly, almost too male it was more than male sound of his…arousal? attention?...made her groan in return. Soon, his hand eased and his lips left hers with almost tender attention, and he lingered open mouthed above her.

She blinked her eyes open and returned his frank stare. Under her, the hard ridge of his cock twitched, and seemed to throb. “Doc…”

“You’re temptation, Tegan,” he said frankly, in a sigh. “Rassilon…” His brow pressed against hers for a moment. “You are too much temptation.”

“Not here,” she urged. She didn’t feel like she was talking; the words were a bit rushed, straight from her mind before she realized she had thought them. What am I agreeing to? But… I’m shaking; I want…

His fingers rubbed her hair. His gaze seemed turned down away from hers as his head lifted from hers. “No, not here, and not in the TARDIS.”

Tegan opened her mouth, but he shook his head slowly. His blond bangs whispered against her skin. “No,” he urged quietly over the rumble of the transport. “And it’s not that you’re human and I’m…not…”

“You have me-“

“Aroused. I think you can tell that I am,” he urged. “We both are.”

“Understatement…I’m quivering like a school girl.”

He nodded and then shook his head slowly. “Bloody hell-“ she began, but he pressed his thumb against her lip.

His head righted as the door between the front and the back section slid open. Tegan sat up and the Doctor immediately pulled her into a cradle against his chest. She couldn’t see Janus, but could hear the amused rumbled. “Wrap her up,” he called. “We’re almost there.”

The Doctor nodded and stared at the man until Tegan could hear the door slide shut. She tried one more time. She had to; she was almost too hot for him not to try. “Right now…I don’t care that you’re-“

“You will,” he gruffed and then cleared his throat. “You will, Tegan. Someday, maybe tomorrow, more than likely some time soon, you’ll think of me as an alien and not a friend. And then, right then, you’ll hate that something happened.”

“You don’t know that,” she argued as her voice became harsher, even to her ears.

He raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t say anything as the door from the outside swung open. “Okay, out you come, you two! Let’s go!” The Captain shouted through the snow and wind. Tegan frowned, but the sheer chill made her turn her face from the door and bite her lip from the icy blast.

She opened her mouth to say something to the Doctor; to tell him that it didn’t matter…that in her mind calling him a Time Lord now was like calling him blond…or tall… He didn’t seem to want to hear it: his gaze turned from her to look away, to look at the door, at the scenery, at the people waiting for them.

Shaking, and proud, she rose from his lap. Fine! She thought. She pulled the blanket about her body and waited as he rose and adjusted his trouser legs. They’d have to be bloody blind not to see that erection, she thought. She’d talk to him about this back in the TARDIS…when there was little room to argue…

I want him to kiss me like that, again…

Earthen Part 1

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:35:24 GMT

Title: Earthen
Rating: Very Strong R for envisioned sex.
Pairing: Tegan/Five
Summary: It's just a religious observance, so why is the Doctor getting so...uptight?
Disclaimer: It's all BBC. Hell no, I don't own them and hell no, I don't make money from it.
Characters: Fifth Doctor and Tegan and a bunch of others I made up.

Part of the Elements of Attraction Series

The music was loud and had a deep, driving rhythm. There were only a couple of dancers, however, and several spectators. A virtual army of men and humanoid males sat in chairs, cushy bench seats and private tables facing the dais. In the low red lights, the floor appeared to be swirls of blood on onyx. The dancers moved in and out of the mottled coloured floor with sensual ease. Their lithe humanoid female bodies swayed seductively to the beat while their hands moved up and down poles.

With a sigh, the Doctor lowered his gaze to the floor and slipped his hands into his pockets. His quick footsteps down into the spectator area of the room hid his tension. He always disliked places like this. On any world, in any time, sharing a public display of sex with others was not his favorite act. He felt uneasy in places like this, but they did exist, on just about every planet, in most societies.

A necessary evil, he mused. However, of all the planets that they had to crash on, it would have to be Aharndra IV. This society viewed erotic dancing as a social norm and worshipped it as nearly a religious act.

As he made his way through the jostling male crowd on the floor, the Doctor kept his gaze alert for Janus or the Captain.

“Pardon me….excuse me… yes, I understand…pardon me…Ah, Janus! There you are…”

Janus turned and frowned. The Doctor drew up short and huffed.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” Janus growled. “Did you bring the list of the needed parts?”

“Of course,” he answered in return. “Couldn’t you have found a more…tame place to meet this Jorak?”

“Jorak likes his ‘religious acts’,” the Captain responded tightly. He nodded firmly to the chair. “I would sit if I were you. Jorak will be here in a moment. After he’s been…entertained, he’ll be in a good mood.”

“Good enough to give us what we need for a good price,” Janus added as he retook his seat. The Doctor could barely hear it as the chair scraped across the floor. “And we’ve brought him a nice present to suit him.”

“Present?” The Doctor said. “What sort of present?” He asked after he cleared his throat. The Captain smiled and snapped his fingers in the air quickly. The Doctor rose to his feet, startled as a familiar humanoid form was roughly brought through the surrounding crowds. She struggled to walk on her toes; the man that escorted her was much taller than she was. She wore a strange dress: a dark blood red skirt and silk scarves crossed her chest. What the scarves covered, they unwittingly seemed to display to a great advantage. “What?!”

“Doctor-“ Tegan began.

“Sit her down…Jorak will be here in a moment.”

“Hell’s teeth, let me go!” Tegan argued as she was pushed into a seat. The Doctor remained on his feet, but schooled his expression as best as he was able.

“You can’t give her to him,” he said quietly. His voice must have been uncharacteristically harsh because Tegan started and looked up at him. Her smile was small; he saw that when he met her eyes quickly.

“Oh no…no,” the Captain laughed. He chuckled with abandon for a moment.

“She’ll dance with the other girls, give him some entertainment. Butter him up, yeah?” Janus said with a wide smile. “He’ll be watching her chest and we’ll be getting a great deal.”

“I said I’d help with getting the equipment,” Tegan argued. “I want off this planet as quick as possible. I never thought it would be….THIS… Rabbits, I’ve told you I wasn’t going to do this…dancing thing…”

“She won’t dance for these men,” the Doctor rumbled. He walked quickly around the table and grabbed her shoulders. The pressure, he knew, was harsh, but she seemed to welcome it. She immediately stepped back as he pulled her towards him. “I won’t allow it: need for the parts or not.”

The Captain glowered up at her and then to the Doctor. “Then she can dance for you, but she will dance. I need those parts to get the ship off this planet, Doctor. We need those parts.”

The music quieted and the Captain lowered his voice accordingly. “There is no other way. Jorak is very…particular. We can do it like this, or we can wait for a month or more just to talk to him…”

Tegan physically winced as he tightened his grip on her shoulders. “I-“

“Sit down ,” Janus hissed. The Doctor turned and saw a man approaching them. He sat down in a chair and led Tegan to sit next to him. She collapsed into the chair. He leaned close to her as another man neared the table.

“Tegan…” He sighed, exasperated.

“I didn’t know…”

“I know you didn’t know,” he sighed. He turned his body a little toward her. “And you won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Is this the only way we can get the parts?” Tegan asked Janus. He glanced at her and then leaned back to converse with her. There was a difference in his stance, in his gaze, fear; it left a bitter taste on the Doctor’s tongue. Fear was a dangerous emotion to have in large quantities.

“Yes, but it would involve us having to go through his…consortium,” Janus groused. He threw a harsh look at the approaching group. At the center of the group, the Doctor could see an older man in very rich looking clothing. He was surrounded by rather large bodyguards; at least the Doctor assumed they were bodyguards. “And only his ‘friends’ get to see Jorak when they want to. He might see us when he’s bored or has little else to do. That could be next week…” Janus shrugged. “It could be next year.”

“Great,” Tegan hissed. She slapped her back against the chair. “Just great. So you roughly land the ship with which you kidnapped us on this planet, loop the Doc here and me into helping you with getting the parts to fix it. And those parts are…” She winced. “Those parts are only available if I dance for a man as old as my grandfather?”

The Captain smiled at her as he rose to greet the newcomers. “And I have your junior crew members under my command, Doctor…don’t forget that.”

The Doctor lowered his head and sighed with a nod. “As if I could forget that,” he growled.

“Neither one of us can forget that,” Tegan agreed harshly.

**

The Doctor swallowed and tried to keep his attention on the list and the conversation. “We require a laser spanner as well…” he urged.

Jorak nodded absently. “Yes, yes…we can supply that as well.” The conversation immediately changed direction. “Is she your woman, Doctor?”

Was she his? What sort of a question was that? He didn’t condone or even remotely agree with slavery. “I…”

“The girl…this Tegan…”

The music was just warming up and Tegan stood at one of the three poles in front of the group. The other two girls that had come with the group had taken up residence at the other two poles. Lights swept across the floor as they prepared to start the dance. He had told her that on this planet, pole dancing was similar to a cultural norm as the society worshipped phallic awareness. In fact, most women were expected to dance for their men. And he told her to ignore the others in the area; he told her to train her gaze in one place and keep it there.

She had made the decision to do this act, to engage in the phallic worship so that ‘proper protocol’ would be followed’ and Jorak would ‘deal’ with them. So that they could get their parts and as she had put it: ‘Get the bloody hell off this planet’.

The Doctor cast a glance over his shoulder to the floor. Tegan was standing, one leg straight, the other one slightly bent as she balances using the pole. At least she’s not up there alone, he thought. She looked very petite, almost innocently young up on the small dais. “Tegan is…”

“His,” Janus responded quickly as he leaned into the table. “Most definitely the Doctor’s.”

The Doctor’s gaze flicked to Janus, but saw the minute shake of the man’s head. I suppose it would be best to play along with the game…until the rules of the game become apparent to me. “Ah, yes…although Tegan would say she’s no one but her own,” he offered with an diplomatic smile. “Now, we’ll need a medium illialic converter and the necessary connectors for that converter. Can you supply those?”

“Yes, yes, my boy,” Jorak responded with a laugh. “Of course I can…my my, your woman is very trim, isn’t she?”

“A young humanoid,” the Doctor pressed. “She’s healthy. We only require a few more parts…”

Jorak leaned across the table and took the list from the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor’s gaze flew back to the older man as the list was laid on the table in front of the bodyguard. The aged hand patted the datafile gently. “We’ll take care of this afterward, Doctor. We shall enjoy the observance, yes? After all, your woman is dancing; a profound compliment to you. If you don’t pay attention to her, someone will consider her ‘free for the dance’ as it were, huh? Do as you should for her honor, Doctor.”

“If she is free,” the bodyguard rumbled, “I’ll be glad to show her the horizontal form of the dance, and take her to our sex rooms….” Then he laughed heartily.

The Doctor drew his hands back and slid them from the table. It was his galactic luck in this incarnation to get caught in these situations. With a sigh, he squashed the flash of hot anger. He gave a quick, bland smile and nodded. “Afterwards, then, Jorak.”

He slid around on the chair to face the floor as the music started. A cheer sounded from the men as the room lights doused and the music started. Well, at least it would only be ten standard minutes at the most, he thought as he crossed his legs. Then he could finish this, collect Tegan and get back to Adric and Nyssa. And this could be an interesting societal experiment…

**

She swayed to the slow beat. The skirt was tight across her hips and buttocks and flimsy at the bottom. His gaze followed the movement of her hips and thighs. In the dark red light, she looked gothic. There were no set steps, the Doctor thought, as all the women moved differently; it was more an individual expression of…

Tegan slid around the pole, her legs spread. The dark blood red material shimmered as she turned her buttocks to the audience; the slit spread as she bent forward, moving to the beat. He could see the creamy skin of her interior thighs as the light swept over her. The movement was very…instinctive; his companion was naturally seductive and innately…

The Doctor drew in a long breath as she turned to face the pole and uncrossed his legs.

…sensuous. With grace and tantalizing slowness, she wrapped one leg around the pole, held onto it with two hands and bent backwards. The silk scarves pulled taut over her pert…round…breasts. The Doctor swallowed, hard, his throat dry. It was only her nipples that were covered, in all honesty…
His hands tightened on the arms of the chair.

Good Rassilon… Tegan righted herself, slowly and stepped behind the pole. The girth of the bronze rod filled her entire palm. One of her hands moved high on the pole, the other low. Then slowly and with what looked to the Doctor as a feather-light touch, she slid her hands together.

He puffed a breath: Rassilon , she’s stroking the pole. He struggled to keep a groan quiet. First waterfalls, now…his nearly naked companion dancing for…

She brought her lips close to the pole; her blackened red lips moved in until they were barely the space of a breath from the shiny metal. Slackened, moist lips, parted in…innocence? She looked deceptively innocent…

…a virgin

…faced with a pole she had never seen previously. His hands tightened their grip as:

It was a visceral thought, a sexual extrapolation from the waterfall, from the bedroom, from the tank just hours before. It was a heated visceral thought. That innocent, slightly sweetly surprised expression on her face, her eyes wide, her lips slack as she lay between his legs. Her hand stroking his hard shaft…those slackened, blackened red, shiny lips just a breath from his engorged tip.

**
She completed another bend and righted slowly. She deliberately trained her eyes on the pole when she was behind it; and on the Doctor when she was facing the audience. Thank bloody God, dancing with this pole wasn’t that difficult. She only had to be…sensually moving with it. And it helped that she could look at the Doctor if she looked out in the audience; a friendly face and that sort of thing.

Phallic worship…so what? She thought as she looped her leg and swung to the front of the pole. She was to dance with this pole like it was one large cock? It was hard to do so…after all; it was just a bronze pole.

As she faced the audience, she glanced at the Doctor.

He was staring at her; it wasn’t a gaze; it was a stare, a heated stare. His lips were slightly open, his blue eyes open. As she met his stare, one of his eyebrows crept up into his hairline and she could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. She stepped to the front of the pole and moved her hips slowly, rubbing her bum on the pole. She bent forward.

Rabbits, his knuckles were white he gripped that chair so hard, she realized. She turned and swung behind the pole and pressed herself against it; the cold bronze surface was nestled between her breasts. It was icy cold; there were no clothes on her skin there. Her gaze moved down to look at his tense thighs…

And to the Doctor’s rather prominent erection; it was hard, thick, filling his trousers against the line of his thigh. I’d have to be bloody blind to miss that , she thought as the shock of warmth indicative of arousal coursed through her veins, a slow moistness between her legs. She remembered that shaft in the cool light of the bathroom, thick and properly situated…and here it was…looking as hard as it had felt in the gravtank…

…as hard as in her dreams since that summer afternoon… She wrapped one leg around the pole, pressing against the cool hardness. He had felt that good, that strong , that hard. She kept his gaze as she slid her leg against the cool hardness. In a breath, it became easier to dance with the pole. Her gaze remained on his as she swayed and stepped to the front and bent forward. Maybe he wasn’t all that alien; maybe he was just like a bloody 30 something man with a very aroused…

The music ended. And she suddenly felt…deprived. For a moment there, she had imagined that she was performing for his approval…for his…cock. Her heartbeat had increased; her adrenaline had steamed through her veins

In the silence, she heard Jorak laugh and say: “It’s done. The parts will be there in a half an hour.”

Another man said something to the Doctor, but her friend frowned and rose to his feet.

And then the Doctor was at the edge of the stage, his hand out to her. “Come along, Tegan, time to leave.” His voice is quiet, almost more profound than the music had been. His voice was bland, a stark difference from the tenting of the material in the front of his trousers.

…
Continued in part 2.

After four years...

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 03:50:47 GMT

You know...it's actually very different coming home and not checking Teaspoon immediately for emails or for things that need to be taken care of, mod wise. Of course, the credit card bill will be less. Hubby is a bit happier; we have to shore up the credit situation if we want to borrow for a house in the next year. As far as I know, we're good, but Teaspoon was on a credit card of its own; we can cut up that credit card and get down to two.

And time wise, it's great to relax finally. I didn't realize how much time it was taking, on average 2-4 hours a day. Always on the edge of the couch until I went to bed, watching the email box, checking it first thing when I got up in the morning, after work.

It's been a long four years. I've been involved through several owners and took the payment on myself three years ago. I'm going to miss it, but it'll do exceedingly well under the new mod team. Better than I did; yes, I feel guilty about it, but...

Now I get to be just an author again...I get to do what I love without worrying that I'm a mod, that I have to watch the fine line...

It was a great four years. I enjoyed working with Sam, Aces, Carmen, Alden, Mim and Nostalgia. Thank you!

Can my friends help me?

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:05:13 GMT

Can anyone point me toward whofest?

Thanks!

Fic: Earthen

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 05:44:30 GMT

Title: Earthen: Chapter 1
Pairing: Tegan/Five Sexual Tension
Characters: Tegan, Five, OC
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: All BBC, not mine

Earthen at Teaspoon

I committed ficcage. Fic: Sparks

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:15:39 GMT

Title: Sparks
Rating: Strong R
Characters: Adric, Nyssa, Tegan, Five
Pairing Tegan/Five sexual tension
Summary: A mishap on an adventure leads to a close encounter of the....close kind between the Doctor and Tegan

“What is going on?”

Tegan grabbed onto a nearby pole as the floor rocked. Sure, she had been on many ships (on Earth) and was generally able to get her sea legs quickly and easily. This was much, much different, however; the rocking was much more violent. With a grunt, her arms wrapped around the pole and she clung to it for dear life. Her skirt pulled tight against her legs and was restraining. “Nys, are you all right?!”

“I do believe the ship is launching…” Nyssa called. She pressed her body against the instrument panel. Tegan could see her curls bouncing as the rocking became vibration. The girl tensed and the purse of her lips showed Tegan that she was worried.

“Launching?! As in leaving the planet: launching?” The words made Tegan tense. With a deep breath, she pushed her way across the floor. Her steps floundered as she fought her way up the inclined floor. She grabbed a rod, then leaned into a glass container (a gravtank), and finally landed against the instrumentation panel where Nyssa clung to it. “But they can’t…”

“They are,” Adric agreed. He frowned over the other side of the instrument panel. The rumble grew louder. “That’s the engines initiating.”

Nyssa stared at a screen as Tegan held onto the panel. “Well?”

“We have ten minutes until initiation becomes launch. Not enough time to leave the ship,” Nyssa said. Her voice was as gentle and steady as normal, but her blue eyes were tremendously wide…fear, Tegan realized. Tegan instinctively knew she was frightened. “But just enough time to get into the gravtanks.”

“The what?” Tegan didn’t have a clue about what Nyssa was talking.

“This is mad!”

Tegan looked up as the Doctor and the small crew of the ship charged into the room. She could hear the tension and upset in his voice. He paced ahead of the people he accompanied and turned as they reached the middle of the room. There was a tension in his movements, like he was a vibrating tuning fork or a lion waiting to pounce.

“You,” the tall captain shouted and pointed a finger in the Doctor’s face. “You have nine minutes and forty five seconds to be in the grav tank, Doctor…you and your crew.”

“You can’t keep us,” the Doctor shouted. “It’s kidnapping!”

“Nine minutes and counting…” the Captain yelled. “We have three extra gravtanks…be in them or your brains will liquefy. Janus will help you.”

The Doctor exasperatedly slapped his hands against his thighs. But then he turned a harsh glance to his three companions. Tegan could see determination in them. “Get into the tanks, all of you! Tegan…”

She knew that tone of voice. He often used it when he needed something done quickly, without argument and well coordinated. After all, there was a reason the demented Time Lord called her ‘his coordinator’. Nyssa grabbed her shoulder and she turned to look at her friend. “We need to be down to as little clothing as possible… to keep the physical interference down.”

Tegan nodded. Adric was already shedding his clothes. Nyssa began to unbutton her jacket. Janus, or at least Tegan thought it was Janus, pointed to another tank and the Doctor took off his coat and threw it as he knelt beside the large glass behemoth.

**

“Get in there, Nys,” Tegan pressed. Adric was already in his tube as it filled; she winced as the liquid flowed over the boy. His hair swept up in the current as the entire cylinder filled and flowed like tendrils of black. Nyssa stumbled into the chamber.

“What about you?” Nyssa mournfully demanded. Tegan gave her a hug and shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. All she knew was that Adric and Nyssa were safe; it gave her some satisfaction…like when she cared for her cousins. She wanted them safe. The Doctor wouldn’t let her…die, after all, would he? She stepped back as the tech quickly put a mask on Nyssa and pressed the button to make the pod begin to fill with viscous water.

Janus threw a glance at her. “You’ll be in the pod with the Doctor, then…it’s the only other pod available. It’s the only one being fixed by him to have liquair.”

“Liquair?” Tegan asked quickly. She followed Janus over to the pod where the Doctor was finishing what appeared to be a very complicated program. “With the Doctor? Don’t you have another pod?”

“They’re all in use,” Janus stressed. He turned and began to take off his jacket. “Doctor, we have six minutes.”

“The pod is ready,” the Doctor said as he rose. He glanced over Janus’ shoulder to look at Tegan. She must have looked lost because he gave her a small smile which rapidly turned into a frown. “Tegan…why aren’t you in a pod? Adric and Nys-”

“Adric and Nys are okay. They’re in those pod things. But this…person…won’t let me get in one… ”

“There isn’t another one, Tegan,” he agreed quickly. He looked at her, that much she could see out of the corner of her eyesight. His gaze moved down her body and then back up to her face. However, when she began to speak, his gaze flew to the floor. She confirmed that by looking directly at him. “What…is going on…”

His voice was harsh and issued an order: a breath, an order: “Take off your clothes, Tegan…”

She had already stripped to her skirt and shirt. She gaped at him as he unbuttoned his shirt, as he avoided her surprised look. How much more clothing did he want her to remove?

He toed off his shoes. I suppose that answers that question, she thought.

“What?!”

“As little clothing as possible in the tank or the lint will cause a problem with breathing.”

Janus looked up at her. “Yes, ma’am. And if you don’t hurry, I’ll help you with it.” His help didn’t sound very helpful, Tegan decided. She opened her mouth when the Doctor appeared at her side.

“Arguments later, Tegan!” His voice was tight and authoritative. He had shed his shirt and his trousers were inelegantly kicked across the floor. She felt his agitation bleed into her. “If we aren’t in the pod in just over four minutes, Tegan…”

Viciously, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt, nearly ripping it, and unzipped her skirt. “If we aren’t in the pod, what happens?”

He adjusted the knobs on the side of the pod as she joined him. Her arms folded over her chest. “Inside, Tegan and up against the back. If we aren’t inside the pod in time, the forces of launch will liquefy our brains in our skulls.” She only climbed in the pod when he pushed inelegantly against her back and gasped as the Doctor entered behind her. He stopped just at the lip of the tank.

He was wearing some sort of tight pants. The material was tightly pulled across his hips and the bulge of his thighs. Its black silk cupped the bulge of his cock quite well. Her gaze flew back to his face as he stepped up onto the landing and into the pod. His gaze flicked to her chest and down to her hips before it centered on her gaze. “We’ll have to breathe liquair, or liquid saturated with oxygen.”

“I’ve never done that…” She argued.

“You’ll be fine, Tegan…” He said as he stepped up and into the pod. Momentarily, she closed her eyes as he invaded her personal space. “Trust me. People have done this for centuries.”

“Right,” Janus called. “The tank is starting to fill. I’ll check on it before I get into mine. We have three minutes.”

The liquid was warm about her feet. Tegan’s eyes snapped open and she tried to get in front of the Doctor and out the pod. “Oh no…no…I’m not going to drown…no!”

“Tegan…” he started. His arm came down to hold her in place, barring forward movement. “Tegan!” She struggled against his arm. The pod door closed completely; the liquid was about her knees. “You’ll die if you go out of the pod. Calm down.”

“Calm down? How can I calm down? Rabbits…we’ll be drowning ourselves.” Tegan began to push against his chest. “Let me out…”

“I can’t, Tegan. Too late,” he said gently, albeit loudly. The liquid was at her thighs and climbed quickly.

She stared up at him and shook her head. “I don’t want to drown.” She clamped down on the quirked sob that came to her throat. “I don’t want to die.”

“Brave heart, Tegan,” he encouraged. “At least you’ll be dying with me.” He gave a wide smile. She felt a shock of panic, but his hands tightened.

“You won’t be alone and we’re not going to die. Trust me.” His voice was deep. As the liquid touched at her breasts, she shuddered. He looped his arms around her waist and picked her up so that her face was nearly even with his. “We’ll breathe together, all right?”

The liquid was at her neck. “But maybe you can breathe in water…” she gasped.

“I can’t. I’m more humanoid than not, Tegan,” he whispered. “But we’ll be able to breathe in this.”

The water hit both their chins at the same time. Tegan began to struggle, but the Doctor kept her movements to a minimum through sheer bulk. “Look at me…” he said and it was the last thing she heard before her head submerged.

She held her breath, but soon the pressure was unbearable. She felt tears pricking at her eyelids. She could feel the Doctor’s chest against hers, rising and falling as he drew in a breath and released. Soon, she took a breath and panicked as she took a mouthful of liquid.

“Breathe…” she heard mumbled, barely understandable “It’s all right…”

She drew in a long breath, sobbing as she did so. But amazingly, after she fought the urge to cough and choke, she found that she was actually breathing the water. She looked past his shoulder to see Janus. The man was entering his own pod and she felt the need to squirm. She felt trapped by the Doc’s weight. She drew her head back and saw him gazing back at her. He smiled at her, his half-smile that she assumed was his true expression of encouragement and happiness.

He lifted her a little more and moved closer. She found that her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin rested on his shoulder. His chest pressed hard against hers, all his cool skin despite the warm liquid. Through the liquid, she heard a rumble. The rumble became a powerful vibration.

As forward movement began, the Doctor fluidly pressed against her. His hips pressed against hers and instinctively she widened her thighs to accommodate his body and tofit him. He and she floated, but she could feel his legs widen between hers, a pressure of his upper thighs against the inside of hers as if to support her weight. His arms were on either side of her, his palms flat against the glass.

The vibration grew and suddenly she was sloshed to the back of the tank. The Doctor pressed hard against her, his groin nestled her. She was quite aware of his body, how the lean muscle was molded under his skin. And his height…his thin hips…. Waist…and a rapidly stiffening…

He was most definitely male….and he was a male that was getting aroused…

The Doctor’s neck muscles tensed under her arm as the pressure that forced him back into her lessened. Little by little she felt the easiness of a person pressing against her and not crushing her.

In the free floating of the liquid, she gently rubbed against the wetness of his body. He was so much larger than she was…

**

The liquid leaving the pod signaled their safety. They both slid out of the pod to land as a crumpled heap on the metallic floor. The Doctor heaved and coughed, braced on his hands and knees. Tegan rolled to her stomach and did the same. The Doctor’s arm slid beneath her and pulled her to her hands and knees. Rhythmic squeezes to her abdomen drained whatever was left out of her lungs and she soon gasped.

“Talk,” the Doctor instructed, his own voice hoarse and gritty. “Say something, Tegan…”

“I’m fine…” she responded. Her lungs burned like rampant fire. As fine as I can be with just emptying liquid filled lungs.

He gave a happy grunt and sat heavily on the metal along side of her. She rolled to her back and squinted up at him. His blond hair was plastered to his head; his blue eyes were half closed. She decided right then…

His long body curled, muscles tensed, wet and almost naked. His stomach muscles quivered as he drew a deep breath…

…that he looked very very good wet. Her eyes drifted down his crotch as he continued to breathe heavily; the bulge of his cock was still prominent. I’ll remember the feel of him for quite some time, she thought suddenly. That visceral memory wasn’t going to leave her any time soon. She shivered. He had felt so good. He had been so hard; aroused was too kind of a word to describe the feeling of his body against hers.

“Are you all right?” Nyssa’s voice was a welcome and yet surprising addition to her thoughts.

With the thought that she was now daydreaming about her alien Doctor, Tegan realized that she didn’t quite know how to answer that question…

Well...

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 15:58:48 GMT

Happy Holidays to everyone. I'm posting early as we're leaving tomorrow for San Francisco and I don't know how much I'll be online.

Some good news: the place where I was working as a consultant has offered me a full time job starting in the new year. Full time is 32 hours a week, which will still leave me some time to investigate and grow the consulting job. I mean...what's wrong with a 50 or so hour work week? I've been fine so far :D Or as hubby says: You could take the time and relax, you know.

I got bit by the writing bug again and have started a bunch of small stories. But I'm feeling weird about them. I'll heavily edit them and shove them up. Or break out my other writing alias and put them up on that. If I start doing that with the stories that I don't feel great about, I can deny that they're mine!

It's that time of year again

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:06:20 GMT

Hi! If anyone would like to receive an Xmas card from me, please fill out the code below. It's viewable only by me. And I'm sane, I promise. Happy Holidays!

View Poll: 2007 Xmas

Problems on whofic

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 13:11:18 GMT

Fixed.

Without a Net...

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 13:21:32 GMT

I'll be offline (mostly) until we move permanent out to CA in a week and a half. If I can't get back on for awhile, you guys take care of yourselves!

We've decided on our...

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 01:50:27 GMT

...hobby for the drive across the States.

We're going to come up with a planet and societies on the planet. It'll be fun...

What can you see from the surface? What is the mythology associated with what can be seen? At what stage is the society? How does it interact with their nearest neighbors? Where is it? Andromeda? Triangulum galaxy? Further out? Closer? What evolutionary forces would pressure the existence of a bipedal form?

We're not experts, but it's fun to think about it!

California

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 20:46:18 GMT

Boy is it hot out here.

:D

Anyway, Tim and I have been out here for the last three days. We've found a place to rent and I love it. It's such a nice little beachy type house. We'll be running around for a few more days, then home to Charlotte, clean, pack, put on a truck and rev the engine. We'll be driving cross-country the following week.

I have a phone interview on Wednesday and have quite a few resumes out. I'm in the running for a telecommuting epidemiologist job as well. So we'll see how it works out.

British question

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 18:10:59 GMT

In Britain, what is the Department of Motor Vehicles called? Like the place where you go and register your car or get your driver's license?

Thanks!

Ooooh, and a question

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:03:02 GMT

Does anybody on the friends list live along Route 40? I'll be driving the whole damn length of it in about four weeks...

Bex, dear heart

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:54:42 GMT

I'm watching a show on HGTV...

...and I was in the kitchen when this woman came on. I thought it was you!!! Looks and sounds just like you....amazing!

Interesting dream

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 13:51:48 GMT

I dreamt that I was talking with the young mother who cuts my hair. I knew it was Jennifer (that's her name), because I just knew it was her. Only she looked different...black hair, not blonde. And she was looking at my hair like she does and I turned around and looked at her. She had acupuncture needles in a cluster on her cheek and two in the brow area and three just under her eye. I asked her what was wrong and she said she didn't know. But as I watched, she was getting thinner and looked older. I asked her if she was getting better and she said no.

It's weird. She's healthy as an ox and her baby is the sweetest thing.

I have dreams like this sometimes about people...and I don't clearly know them in real life, but in the dream, I know them well.

I'll see her next week...

Right....California here I come

Wed, 11 Jul 2007 17:19:34 GMT

Hubby accepted his relocation package. We will be residents of the great state of California by Oct 1. The hubby will be going out August 13th. The house will be up for sale within the next week. I'll have to give my notice.

Here we go again. Didn't we just do this 4 years ago?

Anyway...we will be living in the Irvine, Huntington Beach, Garden Grove area of Orange County by mid Sept - early Oct at the earliest.

So, uhhhh

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 21:29:26 GMT

If I were to say, go almost spontaneously to Britain to see Petey in Spamalot...

1. Would anyone here like to go with me from the states, say in Oct?
2. Would anyone want to catch me over there? As in like, Get together and hang out...and to tell me where not to stay?
3. And is there a group getting together to go? :D

Thanks!

Jenn

Irony of some sort

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 00:35:18 GMT

Is it me?

I find it absolutely ironic that people go onto youtube, with a video of themselves, to complain about someone else's vanity?

I'm strange, I know.

And don't get me started on Paris Hilton.

Sun, 20 May 2007 17:25:24 GMT

Yes, I live my real life as boring as that is.

Painting is almost accomplished. We're putting the final coat on the wall. A very very nice medium shiny yellow. We'll move the plants and furniture back in later today. Then I'll make a batch of quinoa.

Man am I tired.

davisonweekly is keeping busy. I'm happy to see happy people. :D I just want to be ten years younger so I had that much more energy, but with the knowledge and maturity that I have now. No way is that happening, so I'll just eat really healthy and run like a banshee to get this all done.

Tomorrow is the Stroke Summit and the presentation. I've got to wear my power suit, ack. Hate doing that.

On a fannish note, I'm one step closer to finishing this series. Finally. I swore I was going to finish it for me, just to get the damn thing out of my head. Even if no one anywhere else ever read it or liked it, Destined was getting out of my head. Then I can retire from fanfic happily.

A long time ago, I decided that my own strange head was a nice place to be. The images and thoughts that I had were my own and I wish to share them, but I lack the discipline to truly write well. Although I do spend time and digest suggestions that others send to me, it seems that everyone has different ideas on what's good, what's bad, what's entertaining and it all leaves me confused. Maybe in my 40's I'll take everything I've learned and attempt to write something for mass appeal, but for now, I'll just continue to take in the comments.

Anyway, have a great day, people! Carry on!

Been a hell of a busy...month?

Sat, 19 May 2007 00:32:05 GMT

I always do this. Come out of a really busy time and say I'm going to take off a month or so and just relax. Never happens. Never. Happens. LOL. I should just give that up now.

Work has been hectic, but my head is above water. We have a presentation on Monday, the poster is being read by the hubby currently. Have two great ideas for writing, just trying to find exactly how exacting I need to be with the history portions of it. One is a time-slip/ghost Regency story. The other is an Arthurian myth story...yes, both with Doctor Who.

Painting the sunroom this weekend: Evocative Sunlight is the color. We're ready...I think.

Went to a cooking class last night: Quinoa...excellent tasting with dried fig and apricot and pine nuts.

Asheville is tomorrow with Kath. Parents next weekend.

First off...

Mon, 14 May 2007 20:58:05 GMT

I'm getting old.

Second: The personal fic site is shutting down as of June 1, 2007. I'll be transferring the DW fics to my writing journal. Pictures, icons, wallpapers (as goofy as they are) will be here on my hard drive if anyone wants them. If you want any of my other fandom works, let me know.

Thanks!

I had forgotten I had this icon...

Sun, 13 May 2007 19:55:09 GMT

*smiles dreamily and walks off smiling*

Fri, 11 May 2007 23:33:24 GMT

So ah...

How do I do tags?