Yowzah Oneshot Collection (3)

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                         Ravaged

                     ShadeDuelist

There were days she hated the Doctor, but that day wasn't one of them.  Though at the beginning, it seemed like it would be.

Waking up on an unknown world with purple light shining through the window the TARDIS had created just for that purpose, she wondered as she got dressed by what twist of fate she'd had to fall in love with the man.  There were so many reasons why it couldn't work, ever.  She'd been trained to kill him, basically since birth.  She'd always been envious of the way he was close to her parents – she still was somewhat envious of that.  He was a Time Lord, she... a mutated human, at best, though she had the physiology of his kind.  He despised violence while she sauntered through life with a pistol or blaster close at hand at all times.  ...So many other reasons came to mind as well: he snored, he always managed to ruin dinner, their senses of 'adventure' differed, she was interested in archaeology and he didn't like that much, she couldn't get used to sleeping on the TARDIS while it flew – heavens, she couldn't get used to sleeping in his room...

“...You're doing it again, dear.”, he said, wrapping one arm around her, causing her to realize she'd made her way to the TARDIS' console room and had been standing by his side for a while – while she wondered what it was she was doing, and whether 'again' fit the thing she was doing, he smiled and answered her mental question as easily as though she'd posed it out loud: “Well, you're frowning again.  You'll get little... frown-wrinkles if you keep doing that-”

“Oh, shut up, sweetie, I'll never get a wrinkle unless I want to.”, she retorted, causing him to smile and tease her good-naturedly.

“You'll scare them all off, right?  Not sure that's how wrinkles work but if you say so, you're... well, not the expert, because you clearly are very successful in scaring those wrinkles off-”

“You just won't shut up, will you, sweetie?”, she said sweetly, rolling her eyes when his arm detached and he frowned for a change.  Sometimes, he behaved like a pouting child, but then, the next second...

“...We should get going, if we hurry we can see the Purple Cascades – there's this legend, you see, that the water gets its colour from the sunrise, because today is the Day of the Bath of the Sun, but in reality it's just a fish that-”

She cut him off with the only thing that would halt his flow of words in a case like that one, the only thing guaranteed to provoke a long and lasting silence from him: a kiss.  It was lighter than usual, not the hot, messy, exquisite kissing they usually indulged in when alone – and sometimes when they weren't alone, just to make him flustered and completely beside himself in both shame and longing – but also not the quick, almost-not-there kisses they'd had to give at times.  When she pulled away again, a second or three later, he just stared at her, confused most of all but also a little bit of that flustered quality in his voice when he spoke.

“...What... did I deserve that for?”

“It's the only way I know to get you to quiet down...”, she admitted, expecting him to chuckle a little uncomfortably, as he usually did when she mentioned she used her 'feminine wiles' to get him to fall in line with her expectations, or even just pout again.

What she didn't expect was him pulling her against himself – quite hard at that – and kissing her with all the expertise and indulgence that was usually her job to express.  Not that she had complaints – or if she had, she very definitely couldn't get them voiced, not with the Doctor's mouth fastened over hers and his tongue keeping hers occupied.  And then he gave a small groan and that was making her melt into his hold, despite herself.  He was too good at getting her to give herself up...  All too soon, however, she found her mouth free again, and while she was still collecting her thoughts, the Doctor spoke up in a heartbeat.