Title: Sated I
Author: jujube
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: First in a series. The Doctor and Tegan get it on. PWP.

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The Doctor stared blankly at the wall of the console room. He had set the coordinates for Heathrow and they had landed. Tegan would be gone in moments, and he'd never done anything about his feelings. He knew he'd regret his lack of action when she was gone.

But she had wanted to go home and they had finally made it. It was his own fault for never making a move when he had the chance. He forced a false smile onto his face and opened the scanner.

Wait. That wasn't Heathrow. It wasn't much of anything. Not even one building was in sight. They had landed in the wrong place. The Doctor knew what exactly what had happened. The TARDIS had given him another chance. He felt like hugging the old girl, but instead settled for a quick caress of a roundel. There was no time like the present; he would strike while the iron was hot. Now to get Adric and Nyssa out of the way.

When Tegan strode into the console room, packed and ready to scamper out the door, the Doctor braced himself for an explosion of fury. Tegan did not disappoint.

She glared at the scanner. "Is this supposed to be Heathrow?"

Adric and Nyssa shot him sympathetic looks. They'd been present during enough of Tegan's tirades to know where this one was heading. The Doctor's mind began to wander even as he vaguely listened and automatically replied to her.

Those hands, stroking him. Those breasts, hot and heaving beneath his lips. High, firm, inviting, tempting.

"You call 300 years a small error?"

Verbal abuse as foreplay. Well, he thought. That was certainly interesting. It was definitely arousing him as he pictured her body convulsing in ecstasy beneath his.

"Why do you always have some incomprehensible answer?"

Those lips wrapped around his cock. That mouth, filled with his essence.

"Call yourself a Time Lord? A broken clock keeps better time than you do."

He blithely interrupted Tegan in a deceptively calm tone. "Nyssa, Adric. Will you two please go outside? I need to talk to Tegan in private. Don't wander far."

They exchanged meaningful looks, then quickly exited. They were probably quite relieved to be outside the range of Tegan's voice, the Doctor mused. And thinking of Tegan, he slowly turned to eye her. She had pointedly donned her purple stewardess uniform today. Oh, how appropriate a choice, he thought. Besides the uniform, she also wore the mulish expression he had grown accustomed to seeing.

What would she have said if she had known of his fantasies about fucking her up against the wall of the console room? Atop the console, though, was an even more enticing idea. Soon he wouldn't have to imagine anymore. She wouldn't be unwilling, he thought. She was not averse to him. This, he knew without any ego at all. He'd caught her looking at him before, not without admiration, but there had never been an appropriate moment to make his move. He was supposed to be taking her home. And when they weren't facing mortal danger, Adric and Nyssa were always underfoot. Tegan even had them on her mind right at that moment.

"What was the point of sending Adric and Nyssa away?" she complained. "To make them feel like little children who shouldn't hear their parents arguing even though they know it's happening?"

"How odd that you should phrase matters in quite that way. No, Tegan, that was not my intent. We need privacy for what I have in mind. Or rather, I believe that you would prefer not to have an audience."

"Why? Are you planning to show off your superb navigational skills yet again?"

She really didn't know when to stop. He advanced on her, slowly and deliberately, and knew when she took her first backward step that she was beginning to grasp his intent.

"I'm glad you're wearing that outfit today." He allowed a smile to ghost over his lips. "It certainly sets the mood." He was about to see about transforming one of his fantasies into reality.

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Tegan wasn't quite sure what was happening. One moment, she had been merrily abusing the Doctor about yet another of his failures to deliver her back home, and the next, they were alone and he was eying her like she was a particularly tantalising Jelly Baby dangling in front of his face. Except that this particular incarnation of the Doctor no longer cared much for Jelly Babies, did he? For the first time in weeks, the realization struck Tegan hard that the individual in front of her was not a human. He was very alien indeed, in many ways still a stranger to her, and therefore unpredictable.

She took another reverse step and felt the console behind her. The Doctor loomed before her. When he spoke, his voice was quieter and deeper than usual. "You know, Tegan, you really do possess an excess of energy that could be put to far better use than to haranguing me."

Tegan opened her mouth, found herself amazingly at a loss for words, and closed it. He was already upon her. She'd thought about it, sure. The Doctor was very attractive, but she'd never thought that he would seriously be interested in her. Obviously she had been very wrong, if the look in his eyes was anything to judge by.

A new concern came to mind. Did the Doctor's species even have sex in the human manner? Was he going to try to? Then she felt a hardness between her thighs, poking against her leg. So he was certainly capable of becoming aroused, but she wondered if he even knew what to do about it.

She had a feeling she was about to find out.

He levered her atop the console and Tegan vaguely felt the press and outline of various buttons and levers against her body but found she didn't really care, just as long as he didn't stop now. The Doctor took another step forward, pinning her back. For the first time, she realised the console was the perfect height for what was about to happen, though she would have to be careful where she placed her hands. She imagined them vanishing before Nyssa and Adric's eyes and having to return and explain that they'd dematerialised because she'd accidentally pressed a button while having sex with the Doctor atop the TARDIS console.

He drew back and looked at her, eyes heavy-lidded, chest heaving. Somehow, without words, she knew what he was asking. If she didn't want this, he would stop. Instead she spread her legs in invitation. With admirable economy of motion, the Doctor unzipped his trousers, pulled aside his underwear, and revealed his throbbing organ, red and engorged. Then he flipped up her hostess skirt, pushed aside her knickers, and cleared sufficient room for himself. She shuddered as she felt his fingers testing her readiness, then in one smooth movement he sank inside her to the hilt. The entire process consumed mere seconds.

To her relief, he felt like a human male, with the exception of his cooler body temperature. The sensation was not unpleasant, though. She grabbed the edge of the console and clung on for dear life as the Doctor set up a steady rhythm, plunging into her and pulling back, then thrusting again evenly, giving her time to brace herself for his next assault.

At that angle he was nudging her clitoris with every stroke, and Tegan realised that the rasping in her ears was the sound of her own breath growing more and more harsh. Then she was nearly panting, and she found herself babbling nonsense syllables interspersed with coherencies like, "Please, harder, don't stop!" The Doctor obliged, and the heat and pressure mounted, escalating, coalescing, until she exploded in spasms of ecstasy, clenching around him. He halted his movements, almost politely, waiting for her to catch her breath. Then he began to move again, in a similar rhythm to before only faster and harder. He was clearly becoming more desperate, nearly jackhammering into her. Tegan found herself, incredibly, swelling again, little moans and gasps now escaping her, until with a few last mighty thrusts, the Doctor groaned, stilled his hips, and exploded inside her, gushing long and wet for what seemed an eternity but must have been only seconds. He dropped his forehead against the crown of her head as he quivered, hauling in great lungfuls of air. She loosely wrapped her arms around his slick, cool back, waiting for him to recover and continue.

She realised it wasn't going to happen only when she heard a pounding at the door. With a twist of her head, she peered up at the scanner. Nyssa and Adric were rapping their fists against the TARDIS. "Damn!" she exclaimed.

The Doctor saw the problem too. He remained leaning against her for only a few moments longer before withdrawing and stepping back. He reached down to adjust his trousers, then felt his pockets, reached into one and pulled out a handkerchief, which he handed to her. "Here." He quickly smoothed his hair into place and moved toward the door handle, evidently intending to let Nyssa and Adric back inside whether she was decent again or not.

Well, she certainly had no intention of allowing Adric and Nyssa to see her in *this* condition. Head high, Tegan slid off of the console to stand on the floor, feeling stiff muscles protest. She didn't even want to know which buttons and dials she'd been perched atop, and instead pulled up her knickers and lowered her skirt. It was hard to retain an air of dignity when she could feel the slow trickle of the Doctor's seed between her thighs, but she did her best as she turned away from him. "I'll be in my room."

"I'll tell Nyssa not to disturb you for a while," came the Doctor's infuriatingly calm voice from behind her. "Oh, and Tegan?" She turned to see him smiling darkly. "Complain about my navigating again, and I'll just have to find another use for your mouth."