Meme (we all love this one) from galeforcehero

[rude_not_ginger]

If you want to have your pup have some sort of sexual relations with mine, comment here! I'll write a drabble/short fiction makin' it happen!

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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Yo.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I can't resist.

Though to spice it up, pick any one of my other muses, as well?

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

>> Moar?

[daughterof-evil.livejournal.com]

Sasha needs a Doctor.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette AND River (different drabbles). I am sick and needy. :(

[erikscordelia.livejournal.com]

Lorna or Belle, your choice ;)

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

If you have time for it, maybe, quite possibly, Romana?

[heroslayer]

Your mission, should you choose to accept it.

[reporter-chloe.livejournal.com]

You know I have to go there. *evil smirk*

[mrsharker.livejournal.com]

I'm up for it.

[tm-aurora.livejournal.com]

Only if you have time. :)

[whatstheddx.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha. I want to see this.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

::shuffles feet::

Ya know, if you're up for it. ;-)

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I should comment for Drusilla or Leela. You pick? XD

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

This one, on the condition that nothing sexual actually happens.

[aliengeekgirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah... it has to be done.

Doctor/Dorothy 143 Words

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

She's the fairytale, he's the legend, and they lie together under the impossibly blue sky. Clinging, kissing, holding. She murmurs something that could be "I love you" or it could be "I want you", and by now they've learned that both of those phrases apply.

He traces a fingertip down her arm and shoulder; she traces her mouth down his jaw. They're both so old, but still so naive when it comes to this sort of a relationship. They hold each other close to keep from running away.

Storm clouds roll in. Big, fat raindrops pelt them from their comfortable place on the ground, but neither of them hide. He tangles his fingers in her wet hair and she kisses raindrops off of his lips. They may not know their relationship well, but they both know storms.

You can't run from a storm.

Doctor/Lucy 185 Words

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

He's lying on his bed when she approaches him. He's not expecting her. He's not expecting her ever again.

But she comes to him and drapes one long leg over either side of him. She leans forward and presses her mouth to his (soft, gentle), her hair fanning around their faces like a curtain, keeping the rest of the universe out.

She never says 'I love you'. It's better that way, really.

He wraps an arm around her waist, she struggles to pull his clothes off. She kisses him again (firm, desperate), and, at once, they're together. Moving, crying out, feeling each other's emotions. He can feel her ecstasy pour off of her in waves. They shouldn't, they shouldn't, but they do. She bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"You have to let go," she says. "Doctor, you have to let go."

He sits up in bed, awake, startled, and alone. There's no strange darkness, he's never been undressed, and of course she'd never come back. He raises his fingers to his lower lip and his fingertips come back with blood.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Also, who else do you play? I know you play TARDIS and Lucy...

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh that's gorgeous. HOW DO YOU DO THAT.

(Also they're always outside!! I have noticed this!!)

Re: Doctor/Lucy 185 Words

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Fffff, that was awesome. A++ would read again!

Doctor/Martha 215 Words

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"But if he's what you want, I don't want to stop you."

Of course he had to pull this now. Now that she's in the white dress, waiting just inside of her room for the car to come to take her to the church. If he had it his way, he'd probably be that one who stands up and objects. And now, confessing he always saw her, he was sorry she had to leave, everything. Everything he should've said months ago. Years ago!

"Bastard," she snaps. "You bastard."

He looks a little startled, but he nods. "I just want you to know if you don't want to, I've got the getaway---"

She grabs him by his lapels and pushes him back, up against the wall to her room, and kisses him. He's too startled to respond at first, but then he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. It's a real kiss, a perfect sort of moment. Two people expressing pure emotion. If only the white dress she had pressed up against him was for the Doctor.

She breaks the kiss and smiles sadly. He grins back. She takes two steps away from him, straightens her hair, and heads for the door. His smile turns into a look of confusion.

"Goodbye, Doctor."

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Gene Hunt is the big one, but also Suiseiseki (uhhh) and Inara Serra (actively at R/s, at any rate -- well, for R/s activity).

So I suppose it would really be a toss up between the TARDIS and Gene?

Doctor/Sasha

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"You have an affinity for dangerous men."

"You have an affinity for women who won't take your shit."

"You know, I do, actually."

She presses her mouth down his chest, creating fantastic little sensations that shoot up his spine. He, in turn, toys with her ear, tracing small swirls around the sensitive skin.

"Is he going to be terribly angry, you think?"

"Furious."

He draws her mouth back to his and she pulls him closer. She's a bit too brunette to be his usual type, but blimey, she can do fantastic things with her mouth. And not just telling him off.

"I suppose I'll need to stay out of the 21st century for a while."

"He can time travel, too."

"Well, he'll forgive me eventually, right?"

"Nope."

"Right, then, might as well make this evening worth it."

"By that, you mean you want to use room service to order up something with banana, right?"

"Milkshakes."

"Of course."

Doctor/Reinette 322 Words

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

It is not simply that they are lovers, but also that they love together. Sometimes, while lying in her bed, he will read her the poetry he gave to her on their first Christmas together. Sometimes, she will tell him of the artwork she's seen in the city while he stayed behind and tinkered.

Now, he reads from Lord Wilmot (oh, the scandal of having this book in Madame De Pompadour's library), and she massages oils into his arms and legs.

"An age in her embraces passed
Would seem a winter's day;
When life and light, with envious haste,
Are torn and snatched away." he quotes. She traces a hand down his side, leaving the warm oil in its wake. Her hands are always warm in comparison to him, but now it is even more so.

"But, oh! how slowly minutes roll.
When absent from her eyes
That feed my love, which is my soul,
It languishes and dies."

"Time is always of the essence with you, my Angel," she says, now massaging his thigh. "Even when it comes to love. How slowly or quickly it seems to pass with a lover."

He nods. "Alas, 'tis sacred jealousy,
Love raised to an extreme;
The only proof 'twixt her and me,
We love, and do not dream."

"You are here and have not yet left," she says, and she moves her hands upwards, massaging large circles across his sides. He moans at the sensation. "It is as though I have never woke from a dream. A dream of you."

"Kind jealous doubts, tormenting fears,
And anxious cares when past,
Prove our heart's treasure fixed and dear,
And make us blessed at last."

"If only we could be," she murmurs, raising up to kiss him softly. But for a grounded Time Lord and the King's mistress, there can be no true blessing to their union. It's only what they have that keeps them together.