The Changing Man (Doctor Who Fan Story)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

I was warm and snug, dreaming of the days when everything was care-free and simple, the times when no-one expected anything from me. Memories of my 10th birthday and the time I built my very own cybernetic monkey welled up in my thoughts like a vast ocean, everything really was ok then, but I dreamed of the present, and I knew that even with all this death and disaster, I gained something worth while. My dreams travelled into a new direction, the Master and me in the tent earlier that night, it only made me ignite in flames once more. My breathing grew heavy and ragged as I begged him, it felt real and I forgot that this was only a dream, but who cares? I certainly don't. We laughed and giggled as we kissed and rolled around on the bed, taking on a dream type quality, the images were way too bright and fuzzy, and we were in a different tent and bed. 

"Master" I moaned in my dream

"Yes?" His voice seemed slightly distant.

He was on top of me with arms either side of my head, his chest heaving as he was out of breath, his smile made my hearts run a marathon.

"More" I mumbled again, only managing one word sentences, urging him to go on.

"More? What do you mean?" It was his voice but his lips were not moving, he smiled down at me and started to kiss down my neck and on the tops of my breasts.

"Master..." I grumbled rather impatiently, wrapping my bare legs around his hips.

"Ashly, I think your having a sex dream" His voice was distant again and didn't seem to come out of his lips. I then felt something running down my side to my hips and back up again, as though something was stroking me gently.

The Master and the bright fuzzy image disappeared, and I felt my body return to me as well as my other senses. I could hear soft snores and chirping crickets, the soft rustle of the treetops and the crackle of the fire. I didn't want to wake up, but my body did. I stretched out slowly, and winced as everything ached and felt sore. My eyes opened slightly and I drank in my surroundings.

My head was resting on the Master's bare chest and one of my legs had managed to wrap around his, his arms were around my body and one of them was stroking gently down my back, over and over again. The sleeping bags were thrown everywhere, only two remained partially on top of our bodies, but I was embarrassed to see that they were torn and ripped, the stuffing decorated our bed like snowflakes.

"Oops, better hide all this before some see's it" I muttered, picking up a white feather between my fingers from my hair.

"Mmm, don't worry, I think that we made so much noise that everyone already knows...let them wallow in their own jealousy" He chuckled softly, his hand finding my chin and pulled my face towards his, our lips joined briefly and softly. He parted and carried on "Did you enjoy it? I didn't hurt you did I?" His voice was small and hesitant.

"No you didn't hurt me, I rather 'enjoyed' it. Something that we can do again in the very near future...or present" I didn't give him anytime to answer before I rolled onto him, straddling his hips and grasping his face in between my hands and kissing him like the world was going to end. The dream I had earlier was still affecting me, and I wanted to re-create it again.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around my body, returning my fiery eager kisses gracefully, however, I didn't get the reaction that I wanted. His hands slithered up to my shoulders and very gently he pulled me back away from his face, his eyes sparkling slightly. He was rejecting me and I began to object but he placed a finger over my lips, silencing the annoyed words that was about to pour out of my mouth.

"We don't have enough time, dawn is approaching and that means we need to prepare" His voice was gentle, but I could hear the slight undertone of worry.