Eyes Of Conscience

PURGATORIES

PURGATORIES

Five’s Dreamscape

Elegant, he thought as he gazed lovingly at her sitting in the chair with an Earth novel - One of his favourites, The Railway Children.  How wonderful, he smiled at the sight of her eyes lighting up with joy, obviously she had just come across Perks.  Dear, wonderful but insanely proud Perks.  Three children in that one if he remembered rightly.  Two girls and a boy, just like they had.  Unfortunately, they had never come across a Perks figure.  

“You are right,” she sighed, “this is a wonderful book!” glancing up she furrowed her brow slightly, “though I do feel sorry for their father!”

“I know,” he said, “but I love the mysterious old man in the train that waves back to the children!”

“You know, darling,” she began softly, “you have not yet called me by my name!” uncrossing her legs she glared with her startling eyes, “why have you not addressed me properly!”

“Well,” he started, eyes glowing with mischief, “YOU have not called me by my name, either!”

Smiling she shook her head, flicking her hair behind her back.  Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.  The Doctor could barely take his eyes off her.  This was always his favourite regeneration.  Rubenesque!  Tender, warm, huggable but still as lissom as a swan and as graceful as a leopard.  

“You are right,” sighing she tilted her head, leant her cheek on her hand, her fingers hung languidly down.  “So, what shall you call me?”

The Doctor shrugged: “My wife!” he exclaimed.

Tutting she rose up out of the seat and stalked her husband against the wall.  Sweetly smiling all the time - trapping him against the wall.  When she reached him she started to trace her long middle finger down the buttons of his shirt, stopping where his belly button was and started to lightly tickle him.  

“Stop that!” he tried to stay firm, “please!” snorting that out.  “No!” her touch became hard and, suddenly, she introduced all ten fingers into the game.  “OH!” tears came down his cheeks as he tried to push them off.  “NO!”

“Then give me a name, Husband!” laying into him with a ferocity he did not recall she ever possessed, “Gallifreyan names will not work on Earth!”

The Doctor bent his body and tried to dodge her exploring hands.  “Why can’t you just be introduced as my wife!” he laughed, oh his ribs ached with joy, “leave me...” giggling even harder , “leave...” eventually she managed to get him on the floor and she pounced on top of him now tickling anywhere she could find.  The Doctor cringed when she went to his neck.

“Give in?” she said trying not to laugh herself as they rolled about on the floor.

“NEVER!” he puffed up as he was now on top of her.  Turning his sleeves up, “It is time for a taste of your own medicine!”

“Oh, I am quaking in my non-existent boots, husband!”

“I shall take that as a dare!” his eyes sparkled and, for the first time in centuries, they truly were joyful.  Life as it should be.  Turning his hands into the shape of a claw, he started on her stomach.  Melody! he sighed, wondrous chimes of silver bells her merriment was, “are you going to give in?”

Laughter and pain took her over and her body convulsed against her husband’s attack.  Raising her arms and wrapping them around his neck laying there breathless, her eyes sparkling.  Radiant!  Gently she pulled him down, their lips tingling.  Trying to keep their hearts from speeding up as their lips touched.  The Doctor closed his eyes and surrendered to his desires.