He broke the kiss momentarily, giving a low hiss of pain at one of the Doctor's hands finding his injured arm, and pressed down with more of his weight with the knee that rested on his chest. He didn't intend for the Doctor to end up in control of this, and if he wanted to win, he would have to work for it.
"Funny, someone might think you were fighting," he mocked, voice a sneer from where he knelt over him. "I thought you didn't do that any more."
He moved to shift his good arm out of the Doctor's hand, and pin his wrist to the floor. He leaned back down, crushing their lips together again, kissing him harshly, and staking his claim like he would have any other time. He owned the Doctor. He was his, not the Valeyard's.
Nothing changed that. Not the shape of things now, or what it might have been had things gone differently. They were the constants, a binary pair caught up in the other's gravity, and screaming back at entropy in a dying universe.
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Date: 2011-12-21 04:05 am (UTC)"Funny, someone might think you were fighting," he mocked, voice a sneer from where he knelt over him. "I thought you didn't do that any more."
He moved to shift his good arm out of the Doctor's hand, and pin his wrist to the floor. He leaned back down, crushing their lips together again, kissing him harshly, and staking his claim like he would have any other time. He owned the Doctor. He was his, not the Valeyard's.
Nothing changed that. Not the shape of things now, or what it might have been had things gone differently. They were the constants, a binary pair caught up in the other's gravity, and screaming back at entropy in a dying universe.