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toxic_cornSeries: Kristy and The Doctor
Title: Chapter Ten - Two Years
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toxic_corn and nutmeg610
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ann M. Martin, Scholastic Books, and the BBC. Sometimes ABC even. And NBC. Okay, practically no one is ours, okay? We aren't collecting any money so pretty please don't sue? We're both broke college students.
Summary: Kristy Thomas has been doing well since her days as president of the Babysitters Club. She's about to graduate from the University of Connecticut and her best friend's finacee can get her a place in the LAPD. It looks like her future is set until a strange man in a magic blue box shows up and changes everything...
Authors' Note: Yet another pairing in the crack series. We found the idea of The Doctor having to put up with the blunt, bossy Kristy to be funny and from there the story grew. If you think that now we are officially certifiable, you're most likely right. This follows the other stories in the crack series: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne and Wanna Get It On, Dawn?
Catch up on earlier chapters at the organizational post.
Chapter Ten - Two Years
At some point I'm going to have to dump Gil. But... he does stuff for me. Oh god, I'm such a skank. I'm Uberskank!
- email from Kristy Thomas to Mary Anne Shelten
"Lovely girl! She's a looooooovely girl! With... hair. This.... this hair." The Doctor dropped his cheek into his hand with a dreamy expression on his face. "Prettiest thing you've ever seen."
The bartender didn't comment, as he was busy filling a couple's drink orders, but he did give The Doctor a perfunctory nod.
"She has a boyfriend, though. Because I didn't act. I didn't act when I should've." He looked sadly into his drink, thinking vaguely that the loud techno music blasting around him didn't mesh well with his melancholy state.
"Want another?" The bartender finally said.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. And I want her. Can I have her?"
"Sure, buddy," the bartender said disinterestedly, filling another glass with what The Doctor had been drinking.
"Ohhhh, brilliant. She kissed me once. Or I kissed her. We... kissed."
"Good for you."
"Oh, it was good. The best. Best kiss anyone's ever had in alllllllll the universe." He stared off into the distance, remembering it as if it had been yesterday and not six months ago. "I once spent a day, a whole day with her all over me. But then she kissed me and she let me go. And now she's with him. Gil. That... putrid, stinking, slimy little- He doesn't deserve her you know. Not by a longshot."
"I'll bet he doesn't. That's the way it always goes." The bartender set the drink on the bar.
"Yes. Yes it is." He looked around the crowded 23rd century nightclub and spotted Kristy and Gil dancing provocatively on the dance floor. This was how she wanted to celebrate two years on board the TARDIS? "There she is."
The bartender followed his gaze. "Nice," he offered noncommittally.
"See? Her hair is..." He was brought up short by Kristy leaning back against Gil with a wide smile on her face, grinding. "Oh bloody hell. What does she see in him?!"
"Don't ask me, sir. I'm asexual," the bartender said, sounding bored.
"I should go over there. Cut in, maybe."
"Maybe."
"Yeah. Maybe... maybe I will." The Doctor slammed his glass down. "Wish me luck!"
The bartender winced. "Good luck."
Lurching out of his chair, The Doctor stumbled over to Kristy and Gil. "Helloooo! You must try the bar, the bartender must be... must be.. a deity!"
"Doctor, are my eyes playing tricks on me, or are you drunk?" Kristy laughed.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, laughing because she was laughing.
"That's awesome! Are you drunk enough to dance with me?" She held her arms out for him.
He stared at her in wonder. "Yes," he whispered reverently and staggered into her arms.
"Kris, he can hardly stand up," Gil said disgustedly. "Boy can't hold his liquor."
"Well then I'll hold him up." She smiled at The Doctor. "He's skinny, and I'm strong."
"Yes," The Doctor agreed. "Such a strong girl. Could... move mountains if you wanted to."
"Damn straight."
The song playing shifted abruptly to something slow and they started swaying. The Doctor just faintly heard Gil spit out a string of curse words before storming off someplace. He didn't notice much of anything as he pressed his face into her hair hanging loose around her shoulders instead of in her usual ponytail.
"Having fun, my pretty Time Lord boy?" Kristy asked, making him smile. She hadn't called him pretty since she'd been hit by that truth ray.
He nodded. "Yes, my pretty.... human girl."
She giggled, hiccupping. Apparently he wasn't the only one who'd had a bit much to drink. "Good. I like you better when you don't have a bug up your ass."
The Doctor pulled back to glare at her reproachfully for trying to ruin the moment. "Well, that's just rude. Don't talk that way."
Trying not to smile, she hid her face in his chest. "Sorry. Think I drank too much."
"Me too." He nuzzled her temple and asked quietly, "Are you happy, Kristy?"
"Right now? Yes, very."
"I meant in general." He pulled back again to look at her. "Are you happy with Gil?"
"Oh, well... I-I... he's fun," she said, seemingly flustered by the question.
"That doesn't answer my question."
She sighed. "He's not you."
"I'm sorry," he said and tried to pull away from her.
"No! Wait." She tugged him back. "We were dancing."
"I shouldn't-" But resistance was futile and he ended up wrapped up in her arms once again.
"This has been the nicest trip ever," she confessed.
"Has it? You've been enjoying yourself?"
"Mmm hmm. With you."
"Kristy," he said warningly.
"Sorry," she said and heaved a long-suffering sigh.
As they danced, The Doctor slid his hands up her back. "I've been enjoying myself with you, too."
Holding in her squeal of excitement, Kristy said, "Mmm... awesome."
Like a moth to a flame, The Doctor found himself with his face in her hair again. "Mmm. Hair's so lovely when it's down."
"Then I'll always wear it this way for you," she promised, tone quietly intimate.
His hands slid around to her front, feeling all the smooth skin she left bare by her clothing. "Why have you started wearing these revealing tops, Kristin?"
"Cuz they reveal, silly Time Lord," she giggled.
"You used to wear t-shirts. Or a sweatshirt. Now it's belly belly belly." He dipped his finger lightly into her bellybutton.
This time she couldn't hold back her squeal. "Tickles!"
"Does it?" He tickled her more, enjoying her response.
"EEEEEE!" She laughed hysterically, batting at his hands.
The Doctor laughed right along with her. "I had no idea you were so ticklish!"
"Neither did I!"
"Are you ticklish anywhere else?" He tilted his head for a moment's consideration and then attacked her sides.
"EEEEEE!"
"You're bloody adorable, you are!" he shouted through wild laughter.
Kristy grinned. "Are you're a pretty Time Lord boy."
Settling down, The Doctor gathered her close once more. "'m 900 years old. Hardly a boy."
"True. But you don't look it."
"How old do I look?" he asked, curiously.
"Mmm... 32, 35?"
"Really? Hmm." Their slow song ended and was replaced by a much faster one. "How were you dancing before? Show me."
Kristy's face lit up and she spun around so her back was to his front. "Like this!" She grabbed his hands and planted them on her waist, then proceeded to rub against him sensually.
The Doctor swallowed with difficulty. "And d-do I just stand here?"
"You can rub back," she suggested, coyly.
He rolled his hips, struggling to breathe. "L-like this?"
"Ohhhh, yeah," she said throatily, arching her back.
"Kristy." His hold on her hips tightened as he fought to keep from doing what he so wished to do.
"Mmm hmm?"
But instead of the admonishment he was about to give, his damn traitorous hands rose up to move her hair over her other shoulder, exposing her neck to him. He kissed her there softly. "I can't... I can't do this..."
"Sure you can," she whispered in encouragement.
He gave her neck another soft kiss and moved to her jaw. "No, I can't..."
She turned her head to look up at him, eyes wide and dark. "Are you sure, cuz you are, and I like it."
So close. Unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head before his right mind could stop him and he kissed her. He kissed her the way he'd wanted to that first time, hungry kisses that revealed everything. She had to know how he felt now as she turned in his arms to press herself close to him, kissing back fervently.
No. No, she belonged to someone else. And he'd only end up hurt in the end.
He tore his mouth away, gasping for air. "Wait, Kristy, dearest... Wait. I-I'm drunk and I'm lonely and... no. I can't. We can't."
"Wha--?" She stared at him, astounded. "Why not? We both want this!"
"I don't," he said, lying as much as it pained him. "I'm sorry."
"Y-You do too!" Her eyes, wide with desire before were now full of hurt and betrayal.
He shook his head, backing away from her. "I'm sorry."
She followed him and he could hear the tears in her voice as she demanded, "Where are you going?"
"Back to the TARDIS," he called over his shoulder. "Stay here and have fun."
And the last of the Time Lords practically sprinted for the exit.
~*~
He wasn't in the main room long when Kristy and Gil came through the door. Kristy looked furious and stormed off to her room, leaving Gil behind. The Doctor didn't look at the shape-shifter until he reached into his pocket and pulled out a most potent wine.
"Look what I nicked," Gil said, wearily proud.
"Ooooooooooo..." The Doctor squinted at the bottle.
"Think we could both use it 'bout now. This is the strong stuff. Could knock out a Wozzibat in ten seconds it could." Gil popped out the cork and let the foam fizzle out before taking a long guzzle and then handing the bottle to The Doctor. "Here."
"Good man." The Doctor took a swig. He was already quite drunk; a few more mouthfuls of this would be able to knock him out, hopefully keep him from the quite vivid dreams he'd been having about Kristy lately.
"I saw you, you know. With her in there. Kissing. Had half a mind to kill you." With a sad sigh, Gil sagged to the ground. "The bartender stopped me, though. He said to watch Kris."
"And did you?" The Doctor asked, taking another drink.
Gil took the bottle from him. "Yes. She looked so fuckin' happy I couldn't do it."
"Yeahhhh, she looked so happy..." He'd never seen her eyes glow that much. Not since she'd been hit by that truth ray. That damned ray...
"So why'd you have to blow it 'n make her cry?" Gil demanded.
The Doctor blinked, taken aback. "I didn't want to make her cry... I just... care about her so much but we can never be..."
"But... she loves you. She cares about me but she loves you. For some reason." Gil took a few gulps from the bottle.
"She really loves me?" The Doctor asked, smiling.
"Yep. She came hardest when I was you that time." Gil coughed but took another drink, his eyes starting to water. The Doctor wasn't sure if it was due to Kristy or the strong drink. "Wanna know what she's like?"
Disgusted, The Doctor made a face. "Nooo."
"Why the hell not? It's like you're there anyway. I know I'm not," Gil added bitterly.
"Please, you get to feel all her sweet, soft, girly bits and..." The Doctor sighed longingly. "Her belly's sooooo soft."
Gil grinned. "Ohhhh, it is. It is. Remember what I said about eating chocolate off of it? I got to do it. She squirmed around a lot but... man. Best twenty-five minutes ever."
Gritting his teeth against the images that brought to mind, The Doctor dropped his head into his hands. "Stoooooooooop... and give me more alcohol," he demanded, holding out his hand.
Obligingly, Gil relinquished the bottle. "Hey, you're the one talkin' about her belly. And her girly bits."
"But you're the one experiencing her... bits." The Doctor frowned, taking a drink.
"My babycakes has such awesome bits." Giggling, Gil started to slump over.
The Doctor paused, the bottle at his lips. "Wanker," he muttered before taking a sip.
"You're just jealous. Damn, is it hot." Gil stripped off his leather jacket and tossed it across the room, leaving him in his white dress shirt he'd started wearing after coming on board the TARDIS.
"Mmm hmm, it is rather toasty," The Doctor agreed and kicked off his Converses, taking off his own jacket.
Gil kicked off his own boots, removing his tie. "Way too damn hot. Need to check the thermamallamastat."
"Uh huh... I could, but I don't feel like getting up... plus the room's spinning so that's no good." The Doctor took off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Ew, leave that on," Gil said then looked between the two of them. "Hey, we look alike."
The Doctor squinted at him. "When'd you put my face on?"
"I had it on all night." Gil screwed his face up in thought. "I think."
"Nooooo, no. No. You, just were you earlier. No, you changed... recently, to me."
"Huh. Musta been when I.... I thought Kristy was gonna... mmmm." The drink reached its full potency and Gil passed out, laid out on his side.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and set his chin in his hand, continuing to drink.
~*~
Kristy had slept off the worst of the alcohol and rolled over in bed, sighing softly. She'd been doing a lot of thinking lately and now she decided what she was going to do; dump Gil and then have The Doctor take her back to Earth.
It was going to be so embarrassing to face him again after the crazy, drunken way they'd behaved. She still wasn't sure who kissed who, but she was pretty sure she was the one to kiss him.
In the mean time, she should probably check on Gil. Kicking back the covers, Kristy stood up shakily and walked out to the main room where she'd left him hours ago. The air was chilly compared to the warmth of her bed and she rubbed her arms. It probably wasn't the best idea to wander around in her tank top and underpants but she didn't feel like fumbling around for a robe.
"Are you done yet, G-" She stopped abruptly when she saw one man who looked like The Doctor passed out and the other man who looked like The Doctor drinking from a bottle that she knew for a fact neither of them had bought. "Okay," she said uncertainly.
"Boy can't hold his liquor," the man said, rolling his eyes. "Fool."
Those were Gil's words from earlier in the night but Kristy still wasn't sure who was who. "Ummmm."
"Hmmm, what?"
"A-are you ready for bed?" she asked, taking a stab in the dark.
He frowned. "I suppose it would be past my bedtime." Dropping the bottle to roll on the floor, he stood up on wobbly legs.
Relieved that this was Gil (but why was he wearing The Doctor's face after his bitter ranting the whole way home?), Kristy moved forward to help steady him. "Whoa, careful."
"I'm alright. How are you?"
She thought of kissing The Doctor passionately and then abruptly pushed it aside. "I'm... fine. I guess." Wrapping her arm around him, she started to lead him to her room.
"Where are we going?"
"To bed." She pushed her door open and gently sat him down on the end of the bed. It thrilled her to see The Doctor in her room again, but she told herself to get a grip. This wasn't him.
He looked around the room in mild confusion. "Did I redecorate and not remember?"
"Uh huh," Kristy said, humoring him, and started to undo his belt.
"Hmm, well it's rather nice I suppose." He looked down to see what she was doing. "Wha-- What's all this then?"
"Getting you ready for bed." She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly.
"Ah, ok then."
Kristy smiled and straddled his lap to unbutton his shirt, which was already unbuttoned partway anyway. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what he and The Doctor had been up to.
"S-Shouldn't be doing this..." he said uncertainly.
They shouldn't. She'd promised The Doctor that she and Gil wouldn't use his face anymore when they were intimate and she'd made good on that promise. But it wasn't like they were doing anything.
"I just figured you were so drunk you wouldn't be able to do this yourself." She urged him upright so she could pull the sleeves of his shirt down his arms.
"We can't do this..."
"What? Go to sleep? Are you in the mood for something else?" She played with his hair a little, smiling.
His eyes slid closed. "No, I mean, we can't... we shouldn't..."
Kissing first one cheek and then the other, she whispered, "Can't... shouldn't... what?"
"Unngh, I'm a bit fuzzy on that now..."
"Wanna get under the covers with me?" Kristy asked softly, running her fingers through his hair. It was nice doing that; Gil cut his hair so short that there wasn't much to sift through the way she'd like.
"Yes I do."
Taking his hand, she pulled the covers back to tuck him in first and started to follow after before pausing. "Oh, right, I almost forgot." She sat back on her heels and stripped her tank top off. Gil had told her he liked it when she went to bed topless because he wanted to feel her pressed close to him. If this was going to be their last night, she should at least give him that much. If he was willing to do this for her. "There. I remembered, see?"
His eyes glazed over as he looked at her. "Smooth, soft... wow."
She lay down next to him. "Are you tired?"
Eyes still riveted to her chest, he asked, "Hmmm?"
Kristy started to laugh and stretched out on top of him, pressing her chest to his. "Guess not."
"Kristy?" He wrapped his arms around her. "I-I think we shouldn't be doing this."
She looked away. "I know." When she looked back at him, her eyes had welled up with tears of shame. "But I need you."
Lightly, he touched her face. "I need you too, but I can't let myself--"
Before he could finish, she kissed him. "Just... once more? Please?"
"Once more?" he repeated as he kissed back.
"Once more." Her kisses got more heated. "Doctor."
"Once more," he agreed, tangling his fingers in her hair.
~*~
Distantly, he knew that this wasn't supposed to be happening and he wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here but he wasn't about to start arguing. Not when she was kissing him like this, touching him, being so close. He'd never had her this close before and it was making his head spin. Or possibly that was the alcohol. Most likely a combination of both.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too."
She started trembling in his arms. "Do you want to be on top?"
The Doctor frowned in confusion. "On top of what?"
Kristy smiled sweetly at him and his breath caught at the sight. "On top of me. When we make love."
"I thought we were already making it," he said, dazed.
Her smile, though still sweet, now looked amused. "What?"
"Making love, by just being together, and kissing, and telling each other of our love. Aren't we constructing love?"
"I suppose we are," she acknowledged, nodding. "But during the physical act of love, do you want to be on top of me?"
"Yes." He rolled her under him and gazed into her eyes. "Don't break my heart," he said earnestly. "It's the only spare I have."
"I won't," she promised, pressing her palm to his chest. "I won't. Love you too much, my pretty Time Lord boy."
He kissed her softly. "Love you my darling dear. My darling dearheart. Heart that is dear to me."
"I like that." She cupped his face, still smiling at him.
"I call you that in my mind sometimes," he confessed, smiling back.
"You should say it out loud. It's better than Kris or babycakes."
The Doctor frowned. "I don't call you that, Gil does."
Her smile turned sad. "Right. Sorry."
Not wanting her to be sad, he playfully tweaked her nose. "Think you're a wee bit drunk, darling dearheart."
"Not as drunk as you are, sweetie boy."
"Point taken," he whispered and went back to kissing her. He groaned when she arched her hips to peel off her underwear. The only thing keeping him from her wet hot heat was his boxer shorts which he impatiently started to shove down to his knees.
Then the tip of his erection was brushing her opening and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep his weight up off of her, the sensation made him feel so weak and he wasn't even inside her yet.
Taking a shaky breath, he eased into her willing body.
~*~
This felt so different. Why did this feel so different? Maybe because it was the last time. He'd lowered his head to her chest and trembled, buried inside of her to the hilt.
Moved, she stroked his back. "Shhhhh."
It was another few moments before he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. "You feel like heaven."
"So do you," she whispered, stroking his face.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he pulled out and pushed back in, slowly. Agonizingly slow. She wasn't used to it this slow and it frustrated her at first but then she could feel the slow burn building up in her tummy and started to trust him.
Like the first time, she forgot Gil was supposed to be there and it was all about The Doctor. With every sense heightened, she could smell the sweat on his skin, hear the slight guttural sound he made after every thrust, feel the dusting of hair on his chest brush her sensitive nipples, taste the love in every kiss he dropped on her gasping lips...
"I love you so much, sometimes it feels like I'm going to die of it," Kristy said, brokenly, clutching at his back. She was close now, reaching out and just missing it but she was almost there... almost there....
"I know I'm going to die of it. I'll burn through my last regenerations so I can die like you," he growled into her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came violently, digging her nails into his back so hard she felt them break his skin. She could feel his sharp intake of breath against her neck when her inner muscles started squeezing him tightly, milking his orgasm from him.
He slumped on top of her, panting. "Oh," he said after a moment and started to roll off of her.
"No!" Kristy clutched at his back, keeping him in place. "Stay."
"But I'm crushing-"
"Stay."
"All right." He slowly lowered his body to rest on top of hers and Kristy cuddled him close, wishing even more that this really was The Doctor.
~*~
The Doctor stirred awake and froze. He was in bed with Kristy. His darling girl he could never have and yet here he was, face in her hair and she was stroking the back of his head tenderly.
How could this have happened? Scenes from last night flashed through his head but he couldn't remember enough of it. It just wasn't fair. He got to sleep with her and now he could hardly remember any of it.
When he rose up on his elbows to look at her in stunned surprise, she gave him a wan smile in response. "Sweetie boy... how's your hangover?"
His mouth dropped open when he recognized the endearment as the one she reserved for Gil. "You seriously think-- you mean... after all this-- you still mistake me for Gil?!"
Her smile dissolved and her eyes hardened. "Not funny."
"I've never been a comedian." The Doctor sat up and stared at her. "How in the name of the Eye of Harmony did I end up here?!"
She stared back in wide-eyed disbelief. "Gil... this really isn't funny."
"What do I have to do to convince you it's me?" he exclaimed in frustration.
Kristy's eyes narrowed. "The Doctor would never sleep with me. He doesn't think of me that way."
"Of course I do! I have ever since I thought I was going to lose you when your arm was blown off!"
That was the last straw, apparently. She got out of bed and started scooping up her clothes. His annoyance and her anger kept him from truly appreciating the sight of her naked body. "We're over. Take his face off now."
"I can't. It's my face."
Just then, a groaning from the door drew their attention and another Doctor stumbled into the room, rubbing his head. "Kristy, babe, that Doctor got me so drunk last-- What's he doing in here?!"
The Doctor set about explaining things. "I believe Kristy thought I was you pretending to be me and we slept together, but today she woke up still thinking it was you pretending to be me, even though she wanted it to be me and I wanted it to be me too... and it was. See?"
Gil's gaped at The Doctor. "You slept with her?!"
The Doctor opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, and then finally said with a bit of embarrassment, "Ah, I was too drunk to know what was going on."
"Gil, I don't understand how this could've happened," Kristy said, looking and sounding stunned. "He... he's never led me ever to believe that he'd... that we'd..." Kristy looked at The Doctor for confirmation and was frustrated by him simply raising his eyebrows. "You never have! Remember, just the one kiss and that was going to be it?"
"A kiss?!" Gil squawked.
"I know that's what I said, but well... you said you were going to move on, and... look!" He gestured to Gil still wearing The Doctor's face.
"Take that off right now!" Kristy shouted and Gil sullenly shifted to his normal face.
"I was trying to move on," Kristy snapped. "God, I tried so hard! But..."
"But what, Kristy?" The Doctor asked quietly. "You couldn't, just like I couldn't deny to myself that I have these feeling for you."
"....feelings for me?" she repeated, looking like she didn't quite dare to hope.
The Doctor nodded. "Yes."
"Since my arm blew off?" She went to sit next to him on the bed, looking like she was still trying to figure all this out.
"I didn't want it to mean anything, but it did. I didn't want this because there were these complications... you being human and me being a Time Lord. And I'm not saying that I don't think those complications might still make a mess of things. But now... now I want to not worry about them at this moment. I just want to push them aside and focus on us."
Kristy took a shaky breath. "I-I'm awake, right?" She reached out and touched his face. "I'm not dreaming?"
"Not unless I am too." He pinched her side lightly. "Feel that?"
She jerked and giggled. "Yes."
"Then you're not dreaming." He grinned cheekily. "Am I, you think?"
Before she could do anything, Gil shook himself out of his shocked state and socked The Doctor in the face. "Feel that??"
Acting out of instinct, Kristy punched Gil out and went to The Doctor. "Are you alright?!"
The Doctor sat up, massaging his jaw. "Sure. I didn't need that tooth anyways. How's your hand?"
"It's fine." She fussed over him a few moments which he greatly enjoyed, before she quietly said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's ok."
"Not just about the punch." She hung her head. "I'm sorry about a lot of things."
"Well so am I, so we're even," he said, touching her face.
"We hadn't been... he hadn't been you for a long time. So I- I guess that's why I was so, um. Enthusiastic. Last night," she said blushing.
"I rather like the enthusiastic you."
She laughed and looked away, embarrassed. "I've um. Never been that enthusiastic before."
"Well then, lucky me, eh?" he said, making her smile. But then it faded to uncertainty.
"Are you sure this is what you really want?" she asked.
"Positive. And you?"
Awestruck, she nodded. On the floor, Gil groaned and she looked down at him. "What are we going to do with him?"
The Doctor looked too. "Well, I suppose throwing him out into space would be a bit extreme, not to mention that the TARDIS wouldn't let us, so we'll have to see what his immediate plans are."
"I know you don't like him," Kristy said, looking apologetic. "But he's been sweet to me." He could hear her unspoken so be nice.
He nodded. "I know he has."
"I'm sorry he hasn't been as pleasant to you. Apparently you started out on the wrong foot." She started laughing. "Pretending to be me and offering to show you my boobs?"
"Right," he said giving her a small smile. He still didn't find that memory particularly funny.
"Well, if you do wanna see 'em, all you have to do is ask," she said giving him a teasing smile.
"Ugh, don't make me vomit," Gil said from the floor.
"How's the head?" The Doctor asked, leaning over the edge of the bed.
"Hurts." Gil groaned as he rubbed at his head. "My girl's got a wicked right hook."
Mmm. She's a natural fighter, alright," The Doctor agreed, ignoring the "my girl" comment.
Gil sat up holding his head. "Guess she's... not my girl anymore." He looked at the two of them together. "Maybe she never was."
The Doctor never felt so uncomfortable in his life but Kristy handled the moment well. "I'm sorry. Neither of us meant for this to happen but it has. And... I can't turn back now. Not knowing..." She looked at The Doctor in amazement.
He smiled gently back at her as he told Gil, "Sorry. We can't help what we feel."
"Guess not," Gil said, then stood up shakily. "I'm gonna just be upstairs. Um. Good luck."
Once alone, all they could do was stare at each other in wonder.
"So, um. What-" Kristy shook her head laughing. "How much from last night do you remember? You were very drunk."
"Well yeah, that's the thing; I don't remember very much."
"Oh." She fiddled with her t-shirt. "This is awkward, then."
"Why's that?" he asked gently.
"Because I remember everything and I can't really talk to you about it like, 'Hey, remember how you called me darling dearheart?'"
He grinned widely. "Did I now? I tend to call you that in my head."
Charmed, she said, "You do? That's so sweet." Looking embarrassed, she confessed, "I call you pretty Time Lord boy. It's stupid but..."
"That's a unique name for me," he said, laughing in delight.
"I might have at least called you pretty boy before. When I was hit by that ray." She made a face. "That must've been awful for you. Having me be all... weird and touchy feely."
"It wasn't awful, no. Just was hard to resist."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "What would've happened if the next day I'd gone for another kiss?"
"Oh I would have stopped you," he assured her. "I'm quite experienced at denying myself things."
"And even though you can't remember a thing from last night, you're through denying me?" She laughed a little. "Damn, I must be good."
"You are," he said looking serious.
She laughed more. "But you can't remember anything, genius! You don't know. I could be like... the worst ever ."
"I said I didn't remember much. Not anything."
"Yeah? Like what?" she challenged him because she was Kristy.
"Like the way your hot little nipples feel pressed into my chest," he said, huskily.
Shocked and excited, Kristy laughed again. "Dirty mouth! Okay, do you remember saying you'd burn through your regenerations so you can die like me?" She stopped laughing. "I'm not holding you to that. Die when it's your time, not because of me."
The Doctor gave her a lopsided grin. "If I said it, I meant it. Alcohol brings out the truth, you know. A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts."
She didn't smile back. "I don't want you doing that. I mean, it was sexy last night because it was paired with you saying how much you loved me but, no."
"Ok, ok... no using up regenerations," he promised.
"Good." Now she smiled. "Now that we have that settled... what happens now?"
"Seal it with a kiss, of course."
Their lips met for the first time as an official couple, and certainly not for the last.
< Chapter Nine - The Seduction : Chapter Eleven - Daytripper >
Title: Chapter Ten - Two Years
Author:
toxic_corn and nutmeg610Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ann M. Martin, Scholastic Books, and the BBC. Sometimes ABC even. And NBC. Okay, practically no one is ours, okay? We aren't collecting any money so pretty please don't sue? We're both broke college students.
Summary: Kristy Thomas has been doing well since her days as president of the Babysitters Club. She's about to graduate from the University of Connecticut and her best friend's finacee can get her a place in the LAPD. It looks like her future is set until a strange man in a magic blue box shows up and changes everything...
Authors' Note: Yet another pairing in the crack series. We found the idea of The Doctor having to put up with the blunt, bossy Kristy to be funny and from there the story grew. If you think that now we are officially certifiable, you're most likely right. This follows the other stories in the crack series: Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne and Wanna Get It On, Dawn?
Catch up on earlier chapters at the organizational post.
At some point I'm going to have to dump Gil. But... he does stuff for me. Oh god, I'm such a skank. I'm Uberskank!
- email from Kristy Thomas to Mary Anne Shelten
"Lovely girl! She's a looooooovely girl! With... hair. This.... this hair." The Doctor dropped his cheek into his hand with a dreamy expression on his face. "Prettiest thing you've ever seen."
The bartender didn't comment, as he was busy filling a couple's drink orders, but he did give The Doctor a perfunctory nod.
"She has a boyfriend, though. Because I didn't act. I didn't act when I should've." He looked sadly into his drink, thinking vaguely that the loud techno music blasting around him didn't mesh well with his melancholy state.
"Want another?" The bartender finally said.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Yes. And I want her. Can I have her?"
"Sure, buddy," the bartender said disinterestedly, filling another glass with what The Doctor had been drinking.
"Ohhhh, brilliant. She kissed me once. Or I kissed her. We... kissed."
"Good for you."
"Oh, it was good. The best. Best kiss anyone's ever had in alllllllll the universe." He stared off into the distance, remembering it as if it had been yesterday and not six months ago. "I once spent a day, a whole day with her all over me. But then she kissed me and she let me go. And now she's with him. Gil. That... putrid, stinking, slimy little- He doesn't deserve her you know. Not by a longshot."
"I'll bet he doesn't. That's the way it always goes." The bartender set the drink on the bar.
"Yes. Yes it is." He looked around the crowded 23rd century nightclub and spotted Kristy and Gil dancing provocatively on the dance floor. This was how she wanted to celebrate two years on board the TARDIS? "There she is."
The bartender followed his gaze. "Nice," he offered noncommittally.
"See? Her hair is..." He was brought up short by Kristy leaning back against Gil with a wide smile on her face, grinding. "Oh bloody hell. What does she see in him?!"
"Don't ask me, sir. I'm asexual," the bartender said, sounding bored.
"I should go over there. Cut in, maybe."
"Maybe."
"Yeah. Maybe... maybe I will." The Doctor slammed his glass down. "Wish me luck!"
The bartender winced. "Good luck."
Lurching out of his chair, The Doctor stumbled over to Kristy and Gil. "Helloooo! You must try the bar, the bartender must be... must be.. a deity!"
"Doctor, are my eyes playing tricks on me, or are you drunk?" Kristy laughed.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, laughing because she was laughing.
"That's awesome! Are you drunk enough to dance with me?" She held her arms out for him.
He stared at her in wonder. "Yes," he whispered reverently and staggered into her arms.
"Kris, he can hardly stand up," Gil said disgustedly. "Boy can't hold his liquor."
"Well then I'll hold him up." She smiled at The Doctor. "He's skinny, and I'm strong."
"Yes," The Doctor agreed. "Such a strong girl. Could... move mountains if you wanted to."
"Damn straight."
The song playing shifted abruptly to something slow and they started swaying. The Doctor just faintly heard Gil spit out a string of curse words before storming off someplace. He didn't notice much of anything as he pressed his face into her hair hanging loose around her shoulders instead of in her usual ponytail.
"Having fun, my pretty Time Lord boy?" Kristy asked, making him smile. She hadn't called him pretty since she'd been hit by that truth ray.
He nodded. "Yes, my pretty.... human girl."
She giggled, hiccupping. Apparently he wasn't the only one who'd had a bit much to drink. "Good. I like you better when you don't have a bug up your ass."
The Doctor pulled back to glare at her reproachfully for trying to ruin the moment. "Well, that's just rude. Don't talk that way."
Trying not to smile, she hid her face in his chest. "Sorry. Think I drank too much."
"Me too." He nuzzled her temple and asked quietly, "Are you happy, Kristy?"
"Right now? Yes, very."
"I meant in general." He pulled back again to look at her. "Are you happy with Gil?"
"Oh, well... I-I... he's fun," she said, seemingly flustered by the question.
"That doesn't answer my question."
She sighed. "He's not you."
"I'm sorry," he said and tried to pull away from her.
"No! Wait." She tugged him back. "We were dancing."
"I shouldn't-" But resistance was futile and he ended up wrapped up in her arms once again.
"This has been the nicest trip ever," she confessed.
"Has it? You've been enjoying yourself?"
"Mmm hmm. With you."
"Kristy," he said warningly.
"Sorry," she said and heaved a long-suffering sigh.
As they danced, The Doctor slid his hands up her back. "I've been enjoying myself with you, too."
Holding in her squeal of excitement, Kristy said, "Mmm... awesome."
Like a moth to a flame, The Doctor found himself with his face in her hair again. "Mmm. Hair's so lovely when it's down."
"Then I'll always wear it this way for you," she promised, tone quietly intimate.
His hands slid around to her front, feeling all the smooth skin she left bare by her clothing. "Why have you started wearing these revealing tops, Kristin?"
"Cuz they reveal, silly Time Lord," she giggled.
"You used to wear t-shirts. Or a sweatshirt. Now it's belly belly belly." He dipped his finger lightly into her bellybutton.
This time she couldn't hold back her squeal. "Tickles!"
"Does it?" He tickled her more, enjoying her response.
"EEEEEE!" She laughed hysterically, batting at his hands.
The Doctor laughed right along with her. "I had no idea you were so ticklish!"
"Neither did I!"
"Are you ticklish anywhere else?" He tilted his head for a moment's consideration and then attacked her sides.
"EEEEEE!"
"You're bloody adorable, you are!" he shouted through wild laughter.
Kristy grinned. "Are you're a pretty Time Lord boy."
Settling down, The Doctor gathered her close once more. "'m 900 years old. Hardly a boy."
"True. But you don't look it."
"How old do I look?" he asked, curiously.
"Mmm... 32, 35?"
"Really? Hmm." Their slow song ended and was replaced by a much faster one. "How were you dancing before? Show me."
Kristy's face lit up and she spun around so her back was to his front. "Like this!" She grabbed his hands and planted them on her waist, then proceeded to rub against him sensually.
The Doctor swallowed with difficulty. "And d-do I just stand here?"
"You can rub back," she suggested, coyly.
He rolled his hips, struggling to breathe. "L-like this?"
"Ohhhh, yeah," she said throatily, arching her back.
"Kristy." His hold on her hips tightened as he fought to keep from doing what he so wished to do.
"Mmm hmm?"
But instead of the admonishment he was about to give, his damn traitorous hands rose up to move her hair over her other shoulder, exposing her neck to him. He kissed her there softly. "I can't... I can't do this..."
"Sure you can," she whispered in encouragement.
He gave her neck another soft kiss and moved to her jaw. "No, I can't..."
She turned her head to look up at him, eyes wide and dark. "Are you sure, cuz you are, and I like it."
So close. Unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head before his right mind could stop him and he kissed her. He kissed her the way he'd wanted to that first time, hungry kisses that revealed everything. She had to know how he felt now as she turned in his arms to press herself close to him, kissing back fervently.
No. No, she belonged to someone else. And he'd only end up hurt in the end.
He tore his mouth away, gasping for air. "Wait, Kristy, dearest... Wait. I-I'm drunk and I'm lonely and... no. I can't. We can't."
"Wha--?" She stared at him, astounded. "Why not? We both want this!"
"I don't," he said, lying as much as it pained him. "I'm sorry."
"Y-You do too!" Her eyes, wide with desire before were now full of hurt and betrayal.
He shook his head, backing away from her. "I'm sorry."
She followed him and he could hear the tears in her voice as she demanded, "Where are you going?"
"Back to the TARDIS," he called over his shoulder. "Stay here and have fun."
And the last of the Time Lords practically sprinted for the exit.
He wasn't in the main room long when Kristy and Gil came through the door. Kristy looked furious and stormed off to her room, leaving Gil behind. The Doctor didn't look at the shape-shifter until he reached into his pocket and pulled out a most potent wine.
"Look what I nicked," Gil said, wearily proud.
"Ooooooooooo..." The Doctor squinted at the bottle.
"Think we could both use it 'bout now. This is the strong stuff. Could knock out a Wozzibat in ten seconds it could." Gil popped out the cork and let the foam fizzle out before taking a long guzzle and then handing the bottle to The Doctor. "Here."
"Good man." The Doctor took a swig. He was already quite drunk; a few more mouthfuls of this would be able to knock him out, hopefully keep him from the quite vivid dreams he'd been having about Kristy lately.
"I saw you, you know. With her in there. Kissing. Had half a mind to kill you." With a sad sigh, Gil sagged to the ground. "The bartender stopped me, though. He said to watch Kris."
"And did you?" The Doctor asked, taking another drink.
Gil took the bottle from him. "Yes. She looked so fuckin' happy I couldn't do it."
"Yeahhhh, she looked so happy..." He'd never seen her eyes glow that much. Not since she'd been hit by that truth ray. That damned ray...
"So why'd you have to blow it 'n make her cry?" Gil demanded.
The Doctor blinked, taken aback. "I didn't want to make her cry... I just... care about her so much but we can never be..."
"But... she loves you. She cares about me but she loves you. For some reason." Gil took a few gulps from the bottle.
"She really loves me?" The Doctor asked, smiling.
"Yep. She came hardest when I was you that time." Gil coughed but took another drink, his eyes starting to water. The Doctor wasn't sure if it was due to Kristy or the strong drink. "Wanna know what she's like?"
Disgusted, The Doctor made a face. "Nooo."
"Why the hell not? It's like you're there anyway. I know I'm not," Gil added bitterly.
"Please, you get to feel all her sweet, soft, girly bits and..." The Doctor sighed longingly. "Her belly's sooooo soft."
Gil grinned. "Ohhhh, it is. It is. Remember what I said about eating chocolate off of it? I got to do it. She squirmed around a lot but... man. Best twenty-five minutes ever."
Gritting his teeth against the images that brought to mind, The Doctor dropped his head into his hands. "Stoooooooooop... and give me more alcohol," he demanded, holding out his hand.
Obligingly, Gil relinquished the bottle. "Hey, you're the one talkin' about her belly. And her girly bits."
"But you're the one experiencing her... bits." The Doctor frowned, taking a drink.
"My babycakes has such awesome bits." Giggling, Gil started to slump over.
The Doctor paused, the bottle at his lips. "Wanker," he muttered before taking a sip.
"You're just jealous. Damn, is it hot." Gil stripped off his leather jacket and tossed it across the room, leaving him in his white dress shirt he'd started wearing after coming on board the TARDIS.
"Mmm hmm, it is rather toasty," The Doctor agreed and kicked off his Converses, taking off his own jacket.
Gil kicked off his own boots, removing his tie. "Way too damn hot. Need to check the thermamallamastat."
"Uh huh... I could, but I don't feel like getting up... plus the room's spinning so that's no good." The Doctor took off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Ew, leave that on," Gil said then looked between the two of them. "Hey, we look alike."
The Doctor squinted at him. "When'd you put my face on?"
"I had it on all night." Gil screwed his face up in thought. "I think."
"Nooooo, no. No. You, just were you earlier. No, you changed... recently, to me."
"Huh. Musta been when I.... I thought Kristy was gonna... mmmm." The drink reached its full potency and Gil passed out, laid out on his side.
The Doctor rolled his eyes and set his chin in his hand, continuing to drink.
Kristy had slept off the worst of the alcohol and rolled over in bed, sighing softly. She'd been doing a lot of thinking lately and now she decided what she was going to do; dump Gil and then have The Doctor take her back to Earth.
It was going to be so embarrassing to face him again after the crazy, drunken way they'd behaved. She still wasn't sure who kissed who, but she was pretty sure she was the one to kiss him.
In the mean time, she should probably check on Gil. Kicking back the covers, Kristy stood up shakily and walked out to the main room where she'd left him hours ago. The air was chilly compared to the warmth of her bed and she rubbed her arms. It probably wasn't the best idea to wander around in her tank top and underpants but she didn't feel like fumbling around for a robe.
"Are you done yet, G-" She stopped abruptly when she saw one man who looked like The Doctor passed out and the other man who looked like The Doctor drinking from a bottle that she knew for a fact neither of them had bought. "Okay," she said uncertainly.
"Boy can't hold his liquor," the man said, rolling his eyes. "Fool."
Those were Gil's words from earlier in the night but Kristy still wasn't sure who was who. "Ummmm."
"Hmmm, what?"
"A-are you ready for bed?" she asked, taking a stab in the dark.
He frowned. "I suppose it would be past my bedtime." Dropping the bottle to roll on the floor, he stood up on wobbly legs.
Relieved that this was Gil (but why was he wearing The Doctor's face after his bitter ranting the whole way home?), Kristy moved forward to help steady him. "Whoa, careful."
"I'm alright. How are you?"
She thought of kissing The Doctor passionately and then abruptly pushed it aside. "I'm... fine. I guess." Wrapping her arm around him, she started to lead him to her room.
"Where are we going?"
"To bed." She pushed her door open and gently sat him down on the end of the bed. It thrilled her to see The Doctor in her room again, but she told herself to get a grip. This wasn't him.
He looked around the room in mild confusion. "Did I redecorate and not remember?"
"Uh huh," Kristy said, humoring him, and started to undo his belt.
"Hmm, well it's rather nice I suppose." He looked down to see what she was doing. "Wha-- What's all this then?"
"Getting you ready for bed." She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly.
"Ah, ok then."
Kristy smiled and straddled his lap to unbutton his shirt, which was already unbuttoned partway anyway. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what he and The Doctor had been up to.
"S-Shouldn't be doing this..." he said uncertainly.
They shouldn't. She'd promised The Doctor that she and Gil wouldn't use his face anymore when they were intimate and she'd made good on that promise. But it wasn't like they were doing anything.
"I just figured you were so drunk you wouldn't be able to do this yourself." She urged him upright so she could pull the sleeves of his shirt down his arms.
"We can't do this..."
"What? Go to sleep? Are you in the mood for something else?" She played with his hair a little, smiling.
His eyes slid closed. "No, I mean, we can't... we shouldn't..."
Kissing first one cheek and then the other, she whispered, "Can't... shouldn't... what?"
"Unngh, I'm a bit fuzzy on that now..."
"Wanna get under the covers with me?" Kristy asked softly, running her fingers through his hair. It was nice doing that; Gil cut his hair so short that there wasn't much to sift through the way she'd like.
"Yes I do."
Taking his hand, she pulled the covers back to tuck him in first and started to follow after before pausing. "Oh, right, I almost forgot." She sat back on her heels and stripped her tank top off. Gil had told her he liked it when she went to bed topless because he wanted to feel her pressed close to him. If this was going to be their last night, she should at least give him that much. If he was willing to do this for her. "There. I remembered, see?"
His eyes glazed over as he looked at her. "Smooth, soft... wow."
She lay down next to him. "Are you tired?"
Eyes still riveted to her chest, he asked, "Hmmm?"
Kristy started to laugh and stretched out on top of him, pressing her chest to his. "Guess not."
"Kristy?" He wrapped his arms around her. "I-I think we shouldn't be doing this."
She looked away. "I know." When she looked back at him, her eyes had welled up with tears of shame. "But I need you."
Lightly, he touched her face. "I need you too, but I can't let myself--"
Before he could finish, she kissed him. "Just... once more? Please?"
"Once more?" he repeated as he kissed back.
"Once more." Her kisses got more heated. "Doctor."
"Once more," he agreed, tangling his fingers in her hair.
Distantly, he knew that this wasn't supposed to be happening and he wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here but he wasn't about to start arguing. Not when she was kissing him like this, touching him, being so close. He'd never had her this close before and it was making his head spin. Or possibly that was the alcohol. Most likely a combination of both.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you, too."
She started trembling in his arms. "Do you want to be on top?"
The Doctor frowned in confusion. "On top of what?"
Kristy smiled sweetly at him and his breath caught at the sight. "On top of me. When we make love."
"I thought we were already making it," he said, dazed.
Her smile, though still sweet, now looked amused. "What?"
"Making love, by just being together, and kissing, and telling each other of our love. Aren't we constructing love?"
"I suppose we are," she acknowledged, nodding. "But during the physical act of love, do you want to be on top of me?"
"Yes." He rolled her under him and gazed into her eyes. "Don't break my heart," he said earnestly. "It's the only spare I have."
"I won't," she promised, pressing her palm to his chest. "I won't. Love you too much, my pretty Time Lord boy."
He kissed her softly. "Love you my darling dear. My darling dearheart. Heart that is dear to me."
"I like that." She cupped his face, still smiling at him.
"I call you that in my mind sometimes," he confessed, smiling back.
"You should say it out loud. It's better than Kris or babycakes."
The Doctor frowned. "I don't call you that, Gil does."
Her smile turned sad. "Right. Sorry."
Not wanting her to be sad, he playfully tweaked her nose. "Think you're a wee bit drunk, darling dearheart."
"Not as drunk as you are, sweetie boy."
"Point taken," he whispered and went back to kissing her. He groaned when she arched her hips to peel off her underwear. The only thing keeping him from her wet hot heat was his boxer shorts which he impatiently started to shove down to his knees.
Then the tip of his erection was brushing her opening and he wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep his weight up off of her, the sensation made him feel so weak and he wasn't even inside her yet.
Taking a shaky breath, he eased into her willing body.
This felt so different. Why did this feel so different? Maybe because it was the last time. He'd lowered his head to her chest and trembled, buried inside of her to the hilt.
Moved, she stroked his back. "Shhhhh."
It was another few moments before he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. "You feel like heaven."
"So do you," she whispered, stroking his face.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he pulled out and pushed back in, slowly. Agonizingly slow. She wasn't used to it this slow and it frustrated her at first but then she could feel the slow burn building up in her tummy and started to trust him.
Like the first time, she forgot Gil was supposed to be there and it was all about The Doctor. With every sense heightened, she could smell the sweat on his skin, hear the slight guttural sound he made after every thrust, feel the dusting of hair on his chest brush her sensitive nipples, taste the love in every kiss he dropped on her gasping lips...
"I love you so much, sometimes it feels like I'm going to die of it," Kristy said, brokenly, clutching at his back. She was close now, reaching out and just missing it but she was almost there... almost there....
"I know I'm going to die of it. I'll burn through my last regenerations so I can die like you," he growled into her ear.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came violently, digging her nails into his back so hard she felt them break his skin. She could feel his sharp intake of breath against her neck when her inner muscles started squeezing him tightly, milking his orgasm from him.
He slumped on top of her, panting. "Oh," he said after a moment and started to roll off of her.
"No!" Kristy clutched at his back, keeping him in place. "Stay."
"But I'm crushing-"
"Stay."
"All right." He slowly lowered his body to rest on top of hers and Kristy cuddled him close, wishing even more that this really was The Doctor.
The Doctor stirred awake and froze. He was in bed with Kristy. His darling girl he could never have and yet here he was, face in her hair and she was stroking the back of his head tenderly.
How could this have happened? Scenes from last night flashed through his head but he couldn't remember enough of it. It just wasn't fair. He got to sleep with her and now he could hardly remember any of it.
When he rose up on his elbows to look at her in stunned surprise, she gave him a wan smile in response. "Sweetie boy... how's your hangover?"
His mouth dropped open when he recognized the endearment as the one she reserved for Gil. "You seriously think-- you mean... after all this-- you still mistake me for Gil?!"
Her smile dissolved and her eyes hardened. "Not funny."
"I've never been a comedian." The Doctor sat up and stared at her. "How in the name of the Eye of Harmony did I end up here?!"
She stared back in wide-eyed disbelief. "Gil... this really isn't funny."
"What do I have to do to convince you it's me?" he exclaimed in frustration.
Kristy's eyes narrowed. "The Doctor would never sleep with me. He doesn't think of me that way."
"Of course I do! I have ever since I thought I was going to lose you when your arm was blown off!"
That was the last straw, apparently. She got out of bed and started scooping up her clothes. His annoyance and her anger kept him from truly appreciating the sight of her naked body. "We're over. Take his face off now."
"I can't. It's my face."
Just then, a groaning from the door drew their attention and another Doctor stumbled into the room, rubbing his head. "Kristy, babe, that Doctor got me so drunk last-- What's he doing in here?!"
The Doctor set about explaining things. "I believe Kristy thought I was you pretending to be me and we slept together, but today she woke up still thinking it was you pretending to be me, even though she wanted it to be me and I wanted it to be me too... and it was. See?"
Gil's gaped at The Doctor. "You slept with her?!"
The Doctor opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, and then finally said with a bit of embarrassment, "Ah, I was too drunk to know what was going on."
"Gil, I don't understand how this could've happened," Kristy said, looking and sounding stunned. "He... he's never led me ever to believe that he'd... that we'd..." Kristy looked at The Doctor for confirmation and was frustrated by him simply raising his eyebrows. "You never have! Remember, just the one kiss and that was going to be it?"
"A kiss?!" Gil squawked.
"I know that's what I said, but well... you said you were going to move on, and... look!" He gestured to Gil still wearing The Doctor's face.
"Take that off right now!" Kristy shouted and Gil sullenly shifted to his normal face.
"I was trying to move on," Kristy snapped. "God, I tried so hard! But..."
"But what, Kristy?" The Doctor asked quietly. "You couldn't, just like I couldn't deny to myself that I have these feeling for you."
"....feelings for me?" she repeated, looking like she didn't quite dare to hope.
The Doctor nodded. "Yes."
"Since my arm blew off?" She went to sit next to him on the bed, looking like she was still trying to figure all this out.
"I didn't want it to mean anything, but it did. I didn't want this because there were these complications... you being human and me being a Time Lord. And I'm not saying that I don't think those complications might still make a mess of things. But now... now I want to not worry about them at this moment. I just want to push them aside and focus on us."
Kristy took a shaky breath. "I-I'm awake, right?" She reached out and touched his face. "I'm not dreaming?"
"Not unless I am too." He pinched her side lightly. "Feel that?"
She jerked and giggled. "Yes."
"Then you're not dreaming." He grinned cheekily. "Am I, you think?"
Before she could do anything, Gil shook himself out of his shocked state and socked The Doctor in the face. "Feel that??"
Acting out of instinct, Kristy punched Gil out and went to The Doctor. "Are you alright?!"
The Doctor sat up, massaging his jaw. "Sure. I didn't need that tooth anyways. How's your hand?"
"It's fine." She fussed over him a few moments which he greatly enjoyed, before she quietly said, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's ok."
"Not just about the punch." She hung her head. "I'm sorry about a lot of things."
"Well so am I, so we're even," he said, touching her face.
"We hadn't been... he hadn't been you for a long time. So I- I guess that's why I was so, um. Enthusiastic. Last night," she said blushing.
"I rather like the enthusiastic you."
She laughed and looked away, embarrassed. "I've um. Never been that enthusiastic before."
"Well then, lucky me, eh?" he said, making her smile. But then it faded to uncertainty.
"Are you sure this is what you really want?" she asked.
"Positive. And you?"
Awestruck, she nodded. On the floor, Gil groaned and she looked down at him. "What are we going to do with him?"
The Doctor looked too. "Well, I suppose throwing him out into space would be a bit extreme, not to mention that the TARDIS wouldn't let us, so we'll have to see what his immediate plans are."
"I know you don't like him," Kristy said, looking apologetic. "But he's been sweet to me." He could hear her unspoken so be nice.
He nodded. "I know he has."
"I'm sorry he hasn't been as pleasant to you. Apparently you started out on the wrong foot." She started laughing. "Pretending to be me and offering to show you my boobs?"
"Right," he said giving her a small smile. He still didn't find that memory particularly funny.
"Well, if you do wanna see 'em, all you have to do is ask," she said giving him a teasing smile.
"Ugh, don't make me vomit," Gil said from the floor.
"How's the head?" The Doctor asked, leaning over the edge of the bed.
"Hurts." Gil groaned as he rubbed at his head. "My girl's got a wicked right hook."
Mmm. She's a natural fighter, alright," The Doctor agreed, ignoring the "my girl" comment.
Gil sat up holding his head. "Guess she's... not my girl anymore." He looked at the two of them together. "Maybe she never was."
The Doctor never felt so uncomfortable in his life but Kristy handled the moment well. "I'm sorry. Neither of us meant for this to happen but it has. And... I can't turn back now. Not knowing..." She looked at The Doctor in amazement.
He smiled gently back at her as he told Gil, "Sorry. We can't help what we feel."
"Guess not," Gil said, then stood up shakily. "I'm gonna just be upstairs. Um. Good luck."
Once alone, all they could do was stare at each other in wonder.
"So, um. What-" Kristy shook her head laughing. "How much from last night do you remember? You were very drunk."
"Well yeah, that's the thing; I don't remember very much."
"Oh." She fiddled with her t-shirt. "This is awkward, then."
"Why's that?" he asked gently.
"Because I remember everything and I can't really talk to you about it like, 'Hey, remember how you called me darling dearheart?'"
He grinned widely. "Did I now? I tend to call you that in my head."
Charmed, she said, "You do? That's so sweet." Looking embarrassed, she confessed, "I call you pretty Time Lord boy. It's stupid but..."
"That's a unique name for me," he said, laughing in delight.
"I might have at least called you pretty boy before. When I was hit by that ray." She made a face. "That must've been awful for you. Having me be all... weird and touchy feely."
"It wasn't awful, no. Just was hard to resist."
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow. "What would've happened if the next day I'd gone for another kiss?"
"Oh I would have stopped you," he assured her. "I'm quite experienced at denying myself things."
"And even though you can't remember a thing from last night, you're through denying me?" She laughed a little. "Damn, I must be good."
"You are," he said looking serious.
She laughed more. "But you can't remember anything, genius! You don't know. I could be like... the worst ever ."
"I said I didn't remember much. Not anything."
"Yeah? Like what?" she challenged him because she was Kristy.
"Like the way your hot little nipples feel pressed into my chest," he said, huskily.
Shocked and excited, Kristy laughed again. "Dirty mouth! Okay, do you remember saying you'd burn through your regenerations so you can die like me?" She stopped laughing. "I'm not holding you to that. Die when it's your time, not because of me."
The Doctor gave her a lopsided grin. "If I said it, I meant it. Alcohol brings out the truth, you know. A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts."
She didn't smile back. "I don't want you doing that. I mean, it was sexy last night because it was paired with you saying how much you loved me but, no."
"Ok, ok... no using up regenerations," he promised.
"Good." Now she smiled. "Now that we have that settled... what happens now?"
"Seal it with a kiss, of course."
Their lips met for the first time as an official couple, and certainly not for the last.
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