FLASHES:  SCENES FROM THE YIN YANG UNIVERSE  



FLASHES 3:  FLASHBACK
by Lori Summers


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from Yin Yang chapter 5...


	"Stalling, stalling," she muttered, grinning against his neck.  He fetched a
 deep, long-suffering sigh.
	"Oh, well, if I must," he said, his tone teasing.  They were both getting a 
little silly with a combination of relief at their reconciliation and intense 
nervousness.
	"Well, if it's that much of a chore..." she began sarcastically, but was cut 
off as he stood suddenly with her still in his arms.  He put her down and threw 
his shoulders back with the air of a soldier facing battle.
	"Lead on, MacDuff!" he said.
	"Once more into the breach!" she agreed.  Pause.  Neither of them moved.
	"I have not yet begun to fight!"
	"I regret that I have but one life to give for my country!"
	"Tis a far far better thing that I do than I have ever done!"
	"To everything there is a season!"
	"Billy, don't be a hero!"
	Her mouth opened but no more flippancies sprung to her lips.  They looked 
at each other almost shyly for a moment.  He began quietly, "Last one in's..."
	"a Special Weapons Dalek!" she finished in a rush, laughing, as they both 
broke for the bedroom...


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	Ace beat him into the bedroom.  He closed the door behind him and leaned 
up against it, looking at her as she stood in shadow in the center of the 
chamber.  Here in the quiet dimness their nervous levity evaporated like 
smoke, the magnitude of the step they were about to take weighing on them.
	The silence hung between them like a curtain.  Ace stared at him, leaning 
on the doorknob, his face shaded...the air was all but crackling with tension and 
sexual energy.  She held out her hand, dropping her gaze to the floor.  He came 
forward and took it, squeezing her fingers and running his thumb over the 
knuckles.  
	Ace raised her gaze to his face.  She took his other hand and stepped 
closer, their breath mingling.  He tried to speak but she pressed one finger to 
his lips.  "Shh," she said.  "Don't say anything.  Don't do anything just yet."  
She raised her hands to his face and began slowly running her fingers along his 
brow and down his face, like a blind woman forming an image of a stranger.  His 
eyes fell closed and he stood there still as her fingertips brushed ever so
lightly over the skin of his face.  His hands crept up to rest on her forearms.  "I 
need to touch you," she said.  "I've never touched you before."
	"Of course you have," he whispered.
	"No...not like this."  She laid her hand on his cheek and brushed her thumb 
over his lips.  "Never like this.  We're new to each other now...can't you feel 
that?"
	He opened his eyes and nodded, his hands moving to the small of her back, 
his arms encircling her gently.  She took another step closer to him, her hands 
leaving his face to run through his hair and rest on his neck.  His eyes roamed
over her features.  "We've been so many different things to each other," he 
said softly, leaning forward and drawing her to him until their foreheads 
touched.
	"Companions," she said, her arms sliding around his shoulders.
	"Partners..." he murmured.  Ace closed her eyes, feeling his lips brushing 
lightly over her cheeks.
	"Enemies," she breathed, their lips just barely touching now, moving 
softly against each other.
	"Friends," he said into her mouth, his hands sliding over her back, feeling 
the curves of her body against him.  "And now..."
	"Lovers," she whispered with a sigh, their lips meeting firmly at last.  
The Doctor held his companion tightly against him, yet this was a woman he
was just getting to know.  He'd held her before, a friendly embrace, a relieved 
welcome, but now the haze of passion surrounded them and he saw everything
through its lens.  She felt different, looked different...yet she was the same, 
this woman whom he'd watched grow up and whom he'd been closer to than 
anyone else, and it made him wonder if that haze had been around them from the 
first and it was only now that they could see it.  He angled his head towards 
her, kissing her...wanting her.  Her mouth opened beneath his and their tongues 
touched, their arms tightening around each other.  Ace melted against him, her 
bones seeming to turn soft inside her body.  She'd been kissed many times but 
never had it felt as intense, as momentous, as meaningful.  This is the Doctor, 
she thought.  My friend and teacher, whom I've known most of my life...and I 
am kissing him?  Yes, I am, she answered herself.  More amazing were the 
sensations that were building through her body at his touch...she could feel his 
hands moving restlessly over her back and reaching up to cradle the back of her 
head.  His lips on hers sent waves of heat through her.  How was it so different 
now, that he should affect her like this?  Because I know that I love him, that's 
how it's different.  It's true.
	Their lips parted and he began placing slow kisses all along her jawline, 
cheekbones and forehead.  Her eyes fell closed, warm shivers coursing through 
her body.  "Oh Ace," he murmured.  "How did we ever end up like this?"  His 
breath tickled her skin as his cool lips left soft footsteps on her face.
	"Did you know?" she managed, her voice shaking.  Her head fell back, all 
the muscles in her neck turning to water.  He bent and gently kissed her 
exposed neck.  "Did you know this would happen?"  She straightened and 
grasped his head in hers, meeting his eyes.  "So many lovers you saw me 
take...so many times I left, so much that happened to us."  Her voice fell to a 
whisper.  "Did you know...that it would be you in the end?"
	His breath was quaking as he ran his fingers into her hair.  He shook his 
head minutely.  "No, I didn't know.  And yet...you were always different," he 
whispered as she drew his head to her shoulder and pressed her cheek to his, 
bending to kiss his neck.  "I know you felt it too...there was always something 
between us."
	"Yes," she murmured, drawing back to press her lips to his again.  They 
kissed for a few moments, their tongues meeting, feeling each other's 
heartbeats as they held each other tightly.  "Something..."  the rest of her 
words were lost against his mouth as the kiss intensified, and she soon forgot 
what she'd been going to say.  Warmth spread through her body and small 
sounds escaped her throat.  He bent and lifted her, his arms strong underneath 
her knees and back, never taking his mouth from hers.


	Ace and the Doctor lay on the huge soft bed, their arms circling each 
other, still fully clothed.  They had been just lying there for some time, not 
really kissing, just touching each other with fingertips and hands and staring 
deeply into each other's eyes.  
	"I can't believe how right this feels," she whispered.  He smiled.  "I 
thought it would feel strange, or unnatural...but it's like coming home," she 
said, burrowing into his arms.
	"More so for me," he murmured.  "Love is something I know very little 
about.  I never thought it would, or even could, happen to me...and yet..."  He 
sighed and tightened his arms around her.  "It astounds me...but I'm so in love 
with you."  She squeezed him and kissed the hollow of his throat, feeling his 
flesh quiver underneath her lips.  "Romana always said that someday I'd meet 
someone who would mean more to me than anything, and then I would know 
love."
	She pressed her lips to his neck below his jawline.  "Seems she was 
right," she said.  She slid up, grasped his face and kissed him with abandon.  
After a moment he kissed her back.  He hesitated briefly, then slid one hand 
down her back to her buttocks.  Ace murmured against his mouth...it was the 
first time either of them had ventured into any sensitive areas.  After a 
moment his other hand joined the first, pulling her pelvis closer to him, 
squeezing the round flesh.
	Ace lay back against the pillows, his mouth following the line of her jaw 
down her neck.  He slid down slightly, linking his arms around her hips, resting 
his head on the upper plane of her chest.  She twined her fingers in his dark 
curls, the sweet smell of his hair beneath her nose.  They just lay there for a 
few moments, his hand on her waist, her arms around his shoulders.  He turned 
his head to kiss the visible V of flesh beneath the collar of her shirt.  His hand 
slid up her stomach, hesitated, then moved to cup her breast through her shirt.  
She exhaled a shuddering sigh, her hands roaming over his shoulders, trying to 
communicate her desire without spoiling the moment with words.  He ran his 
hand over her breast through the fabric for a moment, his heartsbeat speeding, 
then his fingers moved to her shirt, slipping it open button by excruciating 
button.  He opened it to the waist, then reached in and popped the front closure 
to her bra.  His hand slipped inside the shirt to caress the smooth flesh of her 
stomach, all the while kissing and nuzzling her neck and upper chest.  Ace didn't 
think she'd ever been so turned on so early in lovemaking in her life.  Her 
nipples were rock-hard, she could feel her pulse in her groin and all over her 
body. 
	He pushed the open shirt and bra aside, exposing her breast, his head 
resting on the other one which was still covered.  He slid his hand to cup the 
peach-sized mound, running his thumb over the rose-colored nipple.  His 
hesitation was vanishing as he felt her heartbeat racing; he lifted his head and 
opened her shirt the rest of the way, baring her other breast.  He kissed the 
soft flesh of her chest...Ace moaned low in her throat and arched her back.  He 
settled his face close to her chest and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking 
gently on the erect peak while he kneaded and squeezed her other breast.  A jolt 
ran through Ace's body at this intimate contact.  "Doctor..." she breathed.  
	"Mmm," he murmured, moving to suckle her other breast.  "Is something 
wrong?"
	"God, no," she gasped.  He had her other nipple in his mouth now and was 
slowly and sensously running his tongue over it.  "You're making me crazy, 
that's all."
	He lifted his head from her breast and smiled at her.  "I imagine you never 
thought you'd be saying that to me under these circumstances, did you?"
	"I guess life is full of unexpected twists and...ooh," she broke off, sucking 
in her breath as he drew her breast back into his mouth, rolling her other nipple 
between his fingers.  "Hummm," she sighed, her back arching further to press 
her breasts closer to his mouth.


	Ace pushed on his shoulders, rolling him onto his back.  She lay against his 
chest, stripped to the waist now, idly running her hand up and down his arm.  
He held her closely, her head snuggled in the hollow of his shoulder, his cool 
hand resting against the warm skin at the small of her back.
	"Tell me the truth," she whispered.
	"Yes?"
	"How often have you had an undressed companion in your arms?"
	He kissed the top of her head.  "If it's sordid tales of my past exploits 
you're after, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
	"No hanky-panky in the TARDIS?"
	"Not in a very long time, and not much then."
	She raised up on her elbows and looked into his face.  It was a face she 
knew so well...the dark eyebrows, the curlicue mouth, the care-lines etched in 
his forehead.  Objectively, she'd never considered him unattractive...quite the 
opposite, in fact...but now he appeared beautiful to her eyes.  "Can I assume, 
then, that you'll need to make up for 250 years of lost time?" she asked, a 
mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
	He reached up and stroked her cheek.  "1000 years is the appropriate 
figure.  I've gone my entire life without making love to a woman with whom I 
was deeply in love, yet I never felt as though I were missing out."
	"How do you feel now?"
	He smiled.  "Like I was missing out," he said.  She bent to kiss him, 
slipping her arms around him.  After a few moments she drew back again.
	"I can't help but notice that you're still fully dressed," she said.  He raised 
his eyebrows.  She sat up and straddled his thighs, leaning forward to run her 
hands up and down his chest.  His hands drifted up to rest on her hips, his eyes 
fastened on her face.  She slowly unknotted his tie and drew it away from his 
collar, tossing it on the floor with her shirt and bra.  She leaned forward to 
nuzzle at his neck while her fingers undid his shirt buttons one at a time.  His 
hands slid to her buttocks again as she ran her hands inside his shirt over the 
smooth flesh of his chest.  She straightened up and tugged the open shirt out of 
his trousers.  Grasping his arms, she pulled him up to a sitting position and 
pushed the shirt with his jacket off his shoulders.  She bent and ran her lips 
over the smooth, hairless skin, feeling him sigh.  She dispensed with the 
discarded clothing, drew him into her arms and kissed him.  He grasped her hips 
and pulled her further onto his lap, the feeling of her breasts pressed against 
his chest unexpectedly exciting.  She linked her legs around his waist, and could 
feel for the first time a stiffness forming beneath his trousers.  The thought 
flashed through her mind again:  This is the Doctor.  You are half-naked in his 
arms, feeling his hardness against you.  The Doctor...who once denied you to 
gain tactical advantage, who tweaked your nose when he was feeling 
affectionate, who used to scold you for not thinking.  These thoughts, which her 
mind threw at her, she suspected, in an attempt to freak her out, no longer had 
that effect.  In fact, her memories of their long history together only made her 
hold him tighter, kiss him harder, and cherish his love more.  
	Suddenly he broke off the kiss, drew back and looked at her, their faces 
mere inches apart.  In his eyes she saw sorrow and regret.  "I don't deserve 
this," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes dropping from hers.
	She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.  "Don't say that."
	"It's true...everything I put you through, everything you suffered because 
of me," he said miserably, tears welling up in his eyes.
	"Yes, some of it was bad...but some of it was very good, too.  And I could 
have left, you didn't force me to stay."
	"I know my own reasons, and if I could do it all over I wouldn't change 
anything, but..."  He ran his hands up and down her bare arms as if reassuring 
himself she was still there.  "Having you here in my arms, telling me you love 
me..."  He looked away.  "Is this my just reward for causing you so much pain?"
	"No.  It's your just reward for saving my life more times than I can count, 
for rescuing me from the life I would have had, and just for being who you are.  
No one is perfect, not even you."  She hugged him tightly, feeling him shivering. 
 "I love you so much, Doctor...for all that you are, even the things that are 
difficult to face."
	He grasped her head in his hands and began kissing her with almost panicky
intensity.  "You're so strong," he murmured.  "And you chose me..."
	"It's fate," she whispered against his lips.  "We were meant to be 
together."    He pushed her onto her back and they rolled over and over on the 
bed, their legs and arms twining together.  She ran her hands over his buttocks, 
pulling him closer as he nuzzled her earlobe.  His hand moved down her 
abdomen, paused, then slid between her legs.  Ace sucked in her breath and met 
his eyes, her hand venturing to the top button of his trousers.  She undid them 
and ran her fingers along his skin inside his waistband.  He bowed his forehead 
to her shoulder, his breath coming quickly as he stroked her firmly through her 
jeans.  She slid her hand inside his trousers and wrapped her fingers around his 
penis.  She muffled her moans against his bare shoulder as she stroked his 
stiffening organ...at last, her longtime idle curiosity satisfied.  It was 
substantially the same as a human male's penis, though it seemed 
smoother...and she smiled as she noted that its length and thickness were 
eminently satisfactory.  She sighed contentedly.
	"Do I pass inspection?" he gasped against her neck, his hand speeding 
between her legs.
	"Mmm," she answered.  "With flying colors.  So...is this the Rod of 
Rassilon?" she teased him, unable to resist.
	His hand paused and he blinked at her, then burst out laughing.  She stopped 
his laughter with her lips, wrapping her arms around him.  He smiled against 
her mouth.  "I'm sure Rassilon never envisioned this scenario," he said.
	"His loss," Ace breathed.  He trailed a line of kisses down her neck and 
chest, pausing to suckle at her breasts, then ran his lips over the creamy skin 
of her abdomen.  His fingers found the fastening of her jeans and undid them.  He 
slid off the bed to kneel by its side, pulling her hips to the edge and tugging her 
jeans past her hips, pulling her panties with them.  She lifted her pelvis so he 
could slip them off, her entire body shivering in anticipation.  He tossed her 
jeans and panties onto the pile of discarded clothing, sliding her socks off as 
well.
	Ace pulled a pillow behind her head and grasped it tightly in her fists as he 
picked up one of her feet and laid it on his shoulder so he could run his hands up 
and down her calf.  He bent his head and she felt his cool lips against her inner 
thigh, the muscled flesh jumping at his touch.  He moved forward to kneel 
between her legs, running his hands up her abdomen to her breasts and back 
down again.  He met her eyes, her chest heaving.  She hooked her knees over 
his shoulders and her legs parted.  He hesitated..."Don't stop," she managed.  
She gasped as he lowered his head to her groin and began gently running his 
tongue over her clitoris.  "Oh God..." she moaned.  He slid his hands underneath 
her buttocks and raised her hips to his face.  Ace's body writhed, her pelvis 
undulating against him as he did things to her with his mouth she never would 
have imagined.  Waves of arousal and pleasure washed over her...where had he 
learned to do this if he was as inexperienced as he claimed? she wondered 
vaguely...but at that moment she didn't care.  
	Her body shuddered upwards towards orgasm, involuntary grunts of 
pleasure coming from her throat...he lifted his head and moved quickly up onto 
the bed to take her in his arms again, sealing his mouth over hers.  She wrapped 
her legs around his waist, feeling that hardness against her groin.  He kissed 
her gently and thoroughly, relishing just the feeling of holding her naked in his 
arms.  He touched her face tenderly.  "You're so beautiful," he whispered.  "But 
then I always thought you were."
	She smiled.  "You did?"
	He placed small kisses along her cheekbones, nodding.  "Inside and out."
	"I never really thought I was beautiful, even when people told me I was," 
she said, her eyes falling closed, feeling his hands in her hair.
	"I wish you could see yourself as I do," he whispered.  
	"How do you see me?" she asked, raising her head to look into his eyes.  
He placed his palm on the side of her face, running his thumb over her cheek.
	"As a woman who is strong and kind, a woman who knows the worst about 
me...yet she loves me."  He sighed.  "You're the truest person I've ever known, 
Dorothy.  I wish I had your strength of conviction, and your courage."  He 
wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his bare chest.  "You've always 
made me complete, said the things I couldn't, been the person I wasn't."
	She said nothing for a moment, a lump rising in her throat.  "You can say 
those things after the life I've led?  I mean...there are things I've done that I'm 
not proud of."
	"The fact that you're not proud only confirms it."  He pulled her up level 
with him and kissed her lips softly.  "You're my hero, Ace.  You saved my life, 
and quite possibly my soul."
	She smiled, slipping a hand behind his head to pull him closer.  She rolled 
him onto his back, running her hands all over his chest.  His hands massaged her 
shoulders as she kissed his smooth skin.  She unzipped his trousers and pulled 
them down past his hips.  His half-erect penis sprang free as she slipped his 
remaining garments off and onto the floor.  She cupped his testicles in her 
hands, smiling at the tremors she felt running through him as she touched him.  
She met his eyes...he was looking down at her with an expression that was part 
amazement, part anticipation but mostly desire.  She ducked her head to his 
groin and flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis.  She heard him suck in his 
breath and his hand ran along her back to squeeze her buttocks.  She ran her 
tongue up and down the shaft, squeezing his testicles, then slipped the head 
between her lips.  She drew his long length into her mouth, letting her teeth 
rake gently along the skin, feeling him getting harder.  He was murmuring her 
name over and over, that one-syllable word sounding so different now than any 
of the million other times he'd uttered it.  She bobbed her head up and down on 
his penis, enjoying the effect it was having on him.  She gasped as the hand on 
her buttocks moved between her legs and his fingers began softly rubbing her, 
his other hand lovingly stroking her hair.  Ace grasped the base of his penis, 
drawing her lips along the sensitive shaft.  She kissed the end and raised her 
head to look into his eyes.  He slipped his hands underneath her shoulders and 
drew her up into his arms.  They lay there wrapped in each other, their 
foreheads together, not saying anything for a few moments.
	"I still can hardly believe it," he whispered, a half-smile curling his lips.  
	"What?" she said, curling a strand of his hair around her finger.
	"I'm lying here, naked in the arms of one of my companions.  I always told 
myself I wouldn't get involved with them that way."  He moved forward to kiss 
her softly, his lips lingering on hers.  "Yet here we are...but it was never 
really an issue for any of my other companions."
	"Are you sure about that?" Ace said speculatively.
	He drew back a bit.  "What do you mean?"
	She hooked her leg around his hip, her hand idly caressing the skin of his 
shoulder.  "Oh...I think it crossed a few of their minds."
	"Are you saying my companions have had romantic feelings towards me?"
	She grinned.  "You're not telling me you didn't know that," she said, 
disbelieving.
	He shook his head.  "I don't believe it."
	"Oh, Doctor...Tegan was quite taken with you, to some degree she still is. 
 Sarah Jane had a massive crush on you."
	His eyes widened.  "You're having me on, aren't you?"
	"Not at all!"  She laughed.  "You're such an innocent...never seeing what's 
right before your eyes."
	"I see what's before my eyes right now," he said, running a finger over 
her lips.  "Dorothy McShane, my companion, my friend..."
	"Your lover," she finished, pressing her lips to his.  They clutched at each 
other, unable to hold each other close enough or kiss each other hard enough.  
They rolled over on the bed, ending up with him lying half on top of her.  She 
felt his hard penis pressing against her leg...she broke off the kiss and they 
gazed at each other, their hands on each other's faces, communicating without 
words.
	It's time, her eyes said.
	Are you sure? his face responded.  You truly want this?
	She arched her neck and kissed the tip of his nose.  Make love to me, she 
said, stroking the side of his face.  I love you.
	He smiled and settled over her, kissing her with his lips and his tongue and 
his very soul.  Her legs parted and she felt his erection against her inner thigh.  
She wrapped her arms around his back, her heart triphammering in her chest.  
He maneuvered his hips between her legs and the tip of his penis slid between 
her labia.  Ace's back arched and her pelvis raised slightly...he sucked and 
nibbled at her neck as he maddeningly ran the head over her clitoris and the 
opening of her vagina.  Small sounds of urgency escaped Ace's throat...her body 
was on fire, she was desperate to feel him inside her.  He turned her head and 
looked deeply into her eyes, and then...with one smooth motion he slid his long, 
hard length inside her, not breaking the gaze.  She moaned, the sensations 
threatening to overwhelm her.
	He just lay there for a moment, holding her eyes to his...she wrapped her 
legs around his hips and lie still with him, for the moment just relishing the 
feeling of him buried deep within her. "It's done, my love," she whispered.  
"This changes everything."
	"I know," he whispered back.  "No matter what lies ahead of us, be it good 
or bad..."
	"We will have done this," she said.  "We will be two people who've made 
love."  They kissed again, the flames they'd been stoking all evening catching 
fire.  His hips began to move, a gently rotating undulating motion.  Ace's hips 
echoed it unconsciously, maximizing the contact.  She slid her hands down his 
back to grasp his clenched buttocks...he kept one arm round her back while the 
other one kneaded her breast.  He began taking long, slow strokes within her, 
withdrawing to almost the very end then sliding back inside until their groins 
met.  Ace held his eyes, sucking breath through her teeth, riding the waves of 
intense pleasure coursing through her body.  
	He buried his face in her neck and hair, his thrusts speeding.  Her fingers 
dug into his buttocks, her hips thrusting upward to meet him.  He angled his hips 
to grind his pelvis against her clitoris, sending jolts through her body.  Ace felt 
herself shuddering towards orgasm already...but then her body seemed to 
stutter and leap past any level of pleasure she'd previously been able to attain.  
A cry tore from her throat and her eyes went unfocused, all thought leaving 
her mind, aware of nothing except the man in her arms and the way he was 
making her feel.
	The Doctor propped himself on his elbows, his mouth on hers, pistoning 
into her with ever-increasing speed and force.  He felt orgasm building behind 
his groin and sensed that she was almost ready as well.  Her knees rose, tilting 
her hips into his, moans of pleasure emanating from her throat and her breasts 
shaking with each thrust.  She became aware that the Doctor was murmuring 
against her mouth in a language she didn't recognize, though she heard her name 
a number of times.
	He increased the tempo to a fever pitch, pumping his penis into her with 
wild abandon.  "Doctor," she moaned, not relinquishing her grip on his buttocks.
	"I...need to tell...you something..." he gasped, his words unsteady.
	"What?" she managed, the word almost lost in grunts of pleasure.
	"My name...call me by my name..."  Ace opened her eyes and stared at 
him, her teeth clenched, and nodded.  He leaned forward and whispered into her 
ear, then bowed his head to her shoulder and his hips became a blur...their 
abdomens slapped together as they both uttered short cries of ectasy.  Ace felt 
his penis grow larger inside her.  He drove a few quick hard thrusts into her 
and then her body exploded, pleasure so great it was almost pain pouring over 
her like a tidal wave.  She threw her head back and screamed his name just as 
he slammed his hips as far into her as he could and let loose a loud cry, 
exploding deep inside her.  He lay against her, both of them breathing like long-
distance runners, and kissed her deeply.  She hugged him to her chest, feeling 
his penis shrinking inside her.
	"Thank you," he whispered.
	"I can't believe you told me," she said.  "I thought that would be the one 
secret you'd always keep."
	"I love you, Ace...and I want you to know me, all of me.  Suddenly it 
occurred to me that I wanted you to know.
	"I'll keep it for special occasions, Doctor," she said, kissing his forehead.


	They lay naked in each other's arms, having crawled beneath the 
voluminous sheets, talking in low, intimate voices.  They talked about what 
they'd just done...agreeing that its success had been quite unprecedented...about 
their situation, their future, the fight they'd had not five hours ago.  The Doctor 
rolled onto his back to gaze up at the ceiling.  Ace snuggled into his arms, 
nestling her head on his shoulder and throwing one arm over his chest.
	"What are you thinking about?" she asked, wondering how he'd handle the 
dreaded question.
	"Hmm," he murmured, considering.  "The best day of my life."
	She smiled.  "I see.  What day was that?" she asked teasingly.
	He put a finger to his lips, thinking.  "I think...the day I was born."
	She lifted her head from his chest and made a face at him.  "Oh really?"  
She moved her hands down to his sides and began to tickle him.  He jumped and 
began writhing.	
	"Ace...come on..Ace, stop that!" he said, but he was giggling.  She tickled 
up and down his chest and sides where she knew he was most vulnerable.  He 
grabbed her arms and they rolled over and over, getting tangled up in the 
sheets.  She ended up on top, lying on his chest and pinning his arms to the bed.
	"Now...would you care to reconsider your answer?" she chided him.
	He looked up into her face, his eyes roaming over her features as if he 
were trying to memorize every curve and line.  "The day I met you was the day 
I was born," he said.
	Ace's heart melted at the sincerity with which he said that.  It could have 
sounded corny, but the emotion behind the words made her want to cry.  She 
stroked her fingers over his dear face, then bent and kissed him, scooting 
forward to sit on his thighs.  He reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking 
the nipples with his fingers as he twirled his tongue around hers.  She felt him 
stiffening again against her leg...he tried to roll her over but she pushed him 
back down.  "No...you stay still.  Let me do the work this time."  She planted 
little kisses all along his brow and cheeks, one hand moving down his abdomen 
to grasp his penis.  She stroked and pulled at it, feeling it stiffening in her hand. 
 She straightened up, rising on her knees, and positioned herself over his groin. 
 He rested his hands on her hips as she settled over him, impaling herself on his 
rearing penis.  
	His back arched and he gripped her hips firmly in his hands.  Ace laid her 
hands over his and threw her head back, her hips beginning to rotate in slow 
circles.  "Mmm..." she moaned.  "I must say...that you have...a perfectly 
wonderful..."  She lost her train of thought as the motion of her hips sped all by 
itself.
	"Rod of Rassilon?" he finished for her, his eyes twinkling.
	She snorted laughter and leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest.  
"Don't make me laugh...I'm trying to make love to you..."
	"Sorry," he gasped, sliding his hands over her gyrating hips.  "I wouldn't 
dream of...interrupting you..."  He threw his head back against the pillows as 
she began to move up and down on his penis, adjusting the angle to increase the 
delicious friction between their bodies.  He started thrusting his hips upward to 
meet her.  She straightened up and leaned back, her hands now on his upper 
thighs, her neck exposed.  He lost his grip on her hips as she slammed them up 
and down, his hands roamed over her abdomen and chest, kneading her breasts, 
squeezing her buttocks.
	She cried out and fell forward against him, her pelvis undulating against 
his groin.  He threw his arms around her, his hips bucking up into her.  It didn't 
take long before they were both screaming each other's names...Ace threw her 
head back and cried out as another huge orgasm burst through her.  He propped 
his feet and lifted his hips with her on them, climaxing with a rush.  


	Three hours later they lay spooned up against each other, her back to his 
chest, his arms wrapped around her.  She ran her fingers up and down his 
forearms contentedly.
	"Was it worth the 250 year hiatus?" she said, half-serious.
	He sighed.  "I have very little in the way of a frame of reference...but I 
think it was...wicked."
	She grinned.  "Well, I have a lot in the way of a frame of reference and I 
agree."  She turned round in his arms and kissed him deeply.  "I was afraid this 
would feel strange, but at this moment I can say that being here in your arms 
feels like the most natural place in the world for me."
	"I feel the same way.  What does that say about us?" he mused, his 
fingers wandering over her skin.
	"Perhaps it says this was somehow meant to be," she said, echoing her 
earlier statement.
	He nodded.  "Or perhaps it just says that you love me...as I love you."
	She smiled.  "I do," she whispered.  He drew her to him and held her.  No 
more words were spoken, nothing more needed to be said.  He listened to her 
heartbeat and to her respiration as it evened out and deepened to the long slow 
breath of sleep.  He lay awake, his heart aching with new and unexplored 
feelings, his love for his old friend filling him in a way that all the galactic 
heroism in the universe never could.  Tenderly, he kissed the top of her head, 
smelling the clean smell of her fine silky hair and feeling her body, soft and yet 
so strong, filling his arms.  He marveled at her strength and her honesty, he 
marveled at her courage to have saved him while surrounded by and even 
possessed by the enemy, and most of all he marveled that she could possibly be 
here, loving him, at all.




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