Escaping the Black Guardian and scattering the Key to Time once more left the Time Lords in the mood to celebrate. However they may have done a bit too much celebrating in the TARDIS once the drinks started flowing. The Doctor liked to keep a stash handy so he and Romana (and even K9) partook in some revelry. Unfortunately the alcohol went to their heads rather quickly, so it wasn’t much surprise when the pair of them ended up on the floor sharing a snog with K9 parked between them.
Romana had found herself a little embarrassed at their behavior. But her blush didn’t turn quite so red until K9 asked the doctor what he desired for Christmas, only for the man to turn and look at her. She turned away to hide the color in her cheeks, but couldn’t prevent the tipsy giggle from escaping her mouth. After they finished the bottle, the Doctor instructed K9 to power down so he could reserve his energy. And maybe to give the Time Lord’s some privacy as he stumbled over to help the woman onto her feet. She stumbled against him, holding onto him tight as he wrapped his arms around her. Their eyes met and she let out another drunken giggle. The Doctor smile, pressing his palms against her back to steady her. Their lips came closer. After all the adventures they had been on to assemble to Key to Time, it was natural the two became friends. Close friends. Maybe more than friends?
Certainly more than friends, if the kiss they shared was any indication. They made out passionately, fumbling with their clothing before stumbling against the console. Romana was quick to reach behind to steady herself, worrying about interfering with the controls to the Time Machine. The Doctor assured her it would be fine, disengaging the circuits by flipping a failsafe switch. They left them to make out and embrace one another in a drunken stupor, wrestling to get out of their restrictive clothing.
Romana was the first to get her dress unhooked, though in the end the Doctor gave up on peeling it over her shoulders and instead dropped to his knees to lift it up to her waist. She leant against the console and opened her legs for him as he disappeared between them, seeking out her woman hood to coax and tease with his hands and mouth. She gasped when he found it, moaning when he began pleasuring her orally. He showed his four hundred years of experience by bringing her to orgasm in record time. Then another, and another, while she shook on wobbly knees clutching his curly hair tightly. She got so hot and bothered she had to unravel the top half of her dress to expose her bosom, squeezing one of her tits playing with her hard nipple. She gasped when the Doctor sucked on her clit, bringing her to another climax which turned her legs to jelly.
He was there to keep her upright, rising up to his feet with a charming grin and a hard erection. She looked at it and bit her bottom lip. “Fuck me Doctor” she said.
“One good turn deserves another” he suggested, hooking a hand behind her head pulling her into a deep kiss.
She tasted her cum on his tongue, but she hungered for his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, feeling it brush inside her thigh. “I don’t want to wait. I want it now, inside me. Fuck me” she growled.
The Doctor had learnt never to keep a lady waiting. So he gave her what she wanted, penetrating her needy cunt in one fluid move. The look of pure bliss on her face was exquisite. And so was the feeling of her velvety walls enveloping him. He thrust his dick inside of her and sent waves of pleasure up her spine as it arched across the console. She had to grip it tightly to steady herself as he fucked her, starting gently and quickly speeding up. She crushed her thighs around him, encouraging him to go harder, eager to feel him as deep as possible.
They were most certainly drunk. Two drunk time lords making love on the TARDIS console. But even through the intoxication and the blissful sex, they knew a connection had been forged between them that went beyond mere companionship. When they kissed it was passionate and intense. When they fucked, it was intimate and sensual. And when they orgasmed together, it was a glorious feeling that left them both shaking with excitement. Roman’s core lit up when the Doctor’s sperm flooded into her womb. She was protected, of course. There would be no accidental pregnancies tonight. But there would be more chances to try, she knew, when they locked lust filled gazed and shared another kiss.
The Doctor paused, however, following his moment of climax. “Do you need a minute?” Romana teased, stroking his neck and chest with her fingers.
He snapped back to whatever thought he’d drifted into to scoff. “I’m a Time Lord. I don’t need a minute” he replied, pulling out of her to reveal his penis was still rock hard. She was delighted to see it, though she watched him curiously when he circled away from her to check the controls. “Just need to make sure the handbrake is on” he said, filling a few switches.
She smirked, giving him a few seconds to calibrate his machine before climbing off the console to advance upon him again. That last orgasm had sobered her up, so now what she was about to do was of her own volition. She knelt down and removed the Doctor’s pants so she had unrestricted access to his manhood, running her tongue over it and taking it into her mouth. “One good turn deserves another” she remarked when he looked down, swallowing his length seeking to return the favor from earlier.
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