Stellar Collision

Chapter 23

Newsflash: things are about to get really naughty. The first half of this chapter is not for the kids.

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Trapped in the storage closet at the daycare and aggravated with the Doctor, Dayle turned her attention to a wooden puzzle that sat on the counter against one wall.

He was watching her intently. She was much too aware of that fact and of his proximity to her.

Jeez. Get some perspective. She scolded herself. We are kind of in a serious predicament here. Not really the time to worry about some stupid crush. She scoffed silently. There is a time and a place after all.

The Doctor was suddenly standing right behind her. His voice made her jump.

"So, when you were reading all those books on space and physics, did you learn that not all types of stellar collisions create a black hole?"

Astrophysics. She thought with relief. Quicker than a cold shower.

"I can't recall. I think I only really payed attention to the stuff about neutron star collisions." she replied conversationally. She continued fiddling with the puzzle.

"So you never heard of the white dwarf star then?" He had stepped slightly closer. She felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck react to his nearness. Her heart skipped a beat.

She strove to sound friendly and relaxed, still not turning to face him. "Dwarf star? No, I don't think I've ever heard of that."

"A white dwarf star is the final evolution of a star. It's when a star has shed its outer layers." she realized he was taking his jacket off. He dropped it carelessly to the floor. She froze. What the hell was he up to?

He had abruptly closed the distance between them. His front pressed against her back. His face was hovering over her right shoulder, his right hand supporting himself on the waist-high counter, the left hand suddenly gentle at her waist. "The only part that's left is the hot core." he said softly, close to her ear.

At his touch, she saw for certain that this astrophysics lesson was anything but innocent. His thoughts, his feelings were shockingly indecent.

She could hear her own heart pounding in her ears.

"You don't say..." she replied in an unfamiliar, strangled voice.

Now? You choose now? The feeling of panic she was experiencing was as unfamiliar as her own voice.

His soft lips suddenly brushed against her ear and she froze. Fire blazed in her stomach and migrated south. Oh hell no he didn't.

"You see," he continued in that soft, casual voice, "if a white dwarf star collides with another star, any type of star really, there is a runaway fusion reaction." He kissed her throat just under her ear, rubbed his lips delicately back and forth, causing chills to creep over her entire body. His hand had moved from her waist, down to her hip.

"That's interesting." her voice was now comically high. Dammit. Zero chill.

"The reaction is what humans who work in astrophysics refer to as a Type 1a Supernova." He brushed her curls away from her neck slowly with his right hand, fingertips barely skimming her skin. She shivered at his touch. Then his lips made contact with her throat once more. This time, his mouth opened and she felt his hot tongue against her skin. He bit her lightly. Dayle gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

The hand at her hip seemed to have another destination in mind. It edged ever so slowly around to her front.

Seriously turned on now, Dayle's eyes closed and she could only lean back against him, powerless.