111.5  
Q?   (Season Eighteen) 
           
                                               
Consenting Time Lords

                                                      
         Part Two

     Romana stepped from the shower slowly and gazed
at herself in the mirror. The Princess Astra was a
lucky woman, she decided, and more so was her lover,
Merrac. She rubbed her hand across her slippery chest
and stopped at her stomach. She followed the trail of
pubic hair beneath her stomach down to the glistening,
well-kept hair of her crotch. Within moments, her
fingers were busily buried there as she leaned against
the wall, beginning to moan softly.

     Unbeknownst to Romana, a dark-haired head slowly
peeked through the doorway, eyes widened, before
quickly disappearing. The mysterious intruder, known
to all as Adric, fled down the corridors like a boy
being pursued by monsters. He ducked into a dark room
and immediately sat against the wall. As he began to
catch his breath, he realized he couldn't get the
image of Romana out of his head. He made a face as if
he was about to cry, then quickly unfastened his pants
and began to caress the head of his purple Alzarian
penis with disturbing intensity.

       Romana wasn't in the habit of succumbing to
physical urges these days, but there was something in
the air that made it compulsory. She located a pair of
fine silk panties and slipped them on, then a white
terry-cloth robe, which she left undone. She stopped
at the door and stood in silence. She wondered where
the Doctor was and what was on his mind. She wondered
what kind of mood he was in. She wondered if he wore
any underwear. She flung open the door and went softly
on.

The Doctor had holed himself up in the TARDIS
workshop, a moderately sized room with invisible walls
that made the room seem black. He scrambled through a
set of cabinets, not sure of what he was looking for.
"I get the feeling like...well, I did enjoy my brief
stay with Caligula but this is all too familiar and
that was too long ago." He bit his lip and went for
another drawer. "Ah -haaaaaaa!," he exclaimed to no
one at all. Blowing the dust off the TARDIS food
machine he placed it on a nearby workbench. "Now...",
he entered  the sequence for a pan-galactic gargle
blaster and, shortly, a large green and gurgly
beverage appeared.  He lifted it to his mouth and
almost immediately began coughing. After he regained
his composure, he held it at arm's length and gave it
a long gaze of utter respect, mingled with
intimidation. 




Something was different about her room and she
recognized it almost instantly. The Doctor had been
here recently and he was very anxious about something.
It wasn't just the telepathic traces that gave him
away, but his unique smell. She had often thought to
herself, in times of duress, of the Doctor's smell. It
was comforting and distinctive and it made her feel,
well, better in a weird way. She referred to it as the
"musk of the ages" in her own mind. Suddenly, she felt
very unstable and her face got hot and her eyes began
to water. She lay down on the bed and began to sob
softly. What had happened between her and the Doctor?
They had been so close after her regeneration and even
before. Perhaps he saw her as untrustworthy after the
little incident on Alzarius. "They're only
spiders...," she'd said like an utter git. She was
flooded with conflicting thoughts and emotions, but
she knew she must deal with the situation now or it
would drive her up the wall for all eternity. She took
off towards the console room, not realizing how
improperly dressed she was.

K-9 was sitting in utter silence and stillness just
beneath the TARDIS console.  His eyes came to life
with a red glow exactly five seconds before Romana
entered the room. "K-9, where is the Doctor?," she
said urgently and somewhat out of breath. He rotated
his ear-things a few times before answering, "In the
work shop, Mistress. . .The Master wishes to-", 
"Thank you, K-9," she said briskly as she sprung away.
 K-9 turned off his red light and returned to
inanimate mode.

The Doctor had just completed his first pan-galactic
gargle blaster, when Romana entered the workshop. And
having done, he didn't notice from trying to get the
TARDIS food replicator to produce him another. Romana
stood in the doorway quietly and watched his attempts
with great amusement. In the span of about two
minutes, he'd succeeded in bringing forth a small
plastic tray of purple goo, a leg of lamb, something
resembling a miniature giraffe, and the largest
cucumber Romana had ever seen. She cleared her throat
as he handled the cucumber and he was startled so that
he jumped out of his chair and knocked over the purple
goo at Romana's feet. 

     "Doctor, I need to talk to you about something."
she said demurely. The Doctor, just managing to catch
his breath, asked, "Is it serious?" She smiled as she
replied,"Terribly."
There was an awkward pause as their eyes lingered on
each other. Neither one of them breathed until the
food machine suddenly produced six pan-galactic gargle
blasters, all in a neat little triangle formation,
then began to smolder internally and give off an acrid
smell.
The Doctor and Romana laughed uncomfortably.

  Adric leapt from wall to wall, just in case anyone
was walking down the corridor. He looked at his hands
and then rubbed them on the back of his pants. It
seemed that travelling with the Doctor and Romana was
not as simple as it seemed. He flashed what he saw of
Romana in the bathroom through his mind repeatedly for
a good minute and a half. As he shook the image out of
his head, he resolved to wait until the TARDIS landed,
then leave and try to find a way to Terradon. Or home.
Or anywhere.

"Doctor, I'm sorry if I've been a bit distant. I'm not
sure how to explain." Romana moved closer to the
Doctor and sat on the floor near his feet as he, too,
sat. "Yes, go on." he replied with genuine interest,
shifting into an Indian style sitting position. Romana
studied him closely before speaking:  his bulging,
curious eyes, his unruly, brown mop-top. Before she
realized it, a minute had passed and she was beginning
to feel very warm and damp between her legs. All the
while, the Doctor sat and stared at her patiently. 
She appeared to him as if she was about to burst into
tears, but what she actually did was far more of a
surprise. She maneuvered closer to the Doctor until
she was sitting in his lap, facing him. And like the
calm before a storm, they stared into each other's
eyes for a moment. The Doctor grabbed the back of
Romana's head and pulled her lips to his. In response,
she began removing the Doctor's coat and scarf with
great fervor. Once she got down to his white
button-down shirt, he slipped off her bathrobe to
reveal her pink nubile flesh.
Without a need to breathe, and a sexual frustration
going back several centuries, the Doctor was like a
religious fanatic in the throes of communicating with
his deity and, not to mention, speaking in tongues, so
to speak. Before long the Doctor was laying flat on
the floor as Romana sat on his mid-section. His hands
were magnetized to her wonderful breasts, kneading and
pinching ever-so-lightly, as she writhed up and down
on his pants. What seemed like an eternity later, she
backed away and began to unfasten his pants and her
suspicions were confirmed.  The Doctor wore no
underwear. The Doctor sighed deeply and felt himself
relax like perhaps never before. Soon, he realized
that Romana was not in sight and that something was
restraining him. He looked upside down, behind/above
him, and saw Romana's bare form tying his hands to a
cabinet with his own scarf. "This is definitely a new
spin on an old scenario," he thought to himself. When
his hands were tightly secure, Romana walked around to
his legs and began tying them together with a power
cord. The Doctor didn't quite know whether to be
suspicious or not. After all, he pondered, what if
this was merely the Black Guardian in the guise of
Romana? 

     Before he had time to take the notion seriously,
Romana was standing before him. His eyes immediately
found the petite slit between her legs, with the
sparse trail of hair leading up to her stomach. It was
wonderful, he decided immediately, even if it was a
trick. The Doctor cleared his throat and tried to say
something witty, but all he could do was smile
expectantly and try not to giggle. "One last thing,"
Romana said, as she walked towards the Doctor and
place a blindfold over his eyes.

     She then knelt at his feet and began sucking on
his toes one by one, and then several at a time. The
Doctor's concealed eyes began to roll back into his
head. The last person to suck his toes, hell, the Only
other person to suck his toes didn't do quite as good
a job, but then again Joan of Arc had plenty of other
things on her mind. Before he knew it she was
slobbering all over his ming-mongs, better known as
testicles on most humanoid species.

The Doctor had rather large ming-mongs, Romana noted
as she rolled them around in her mouth
It had been ages since Romana had gotten up to this
sort of thing, and never before had it been someone
with whom she had a working relationship. She wondered
how this experience would affect their's. "Too late to
worry about that," she thought to herself as she spun
around, lowered her moist slit onto the Doctor's
mouth, and lowered her thin lips over the Doctor's
phallus.

The Doctor suddenly had a flash of being in a similar
situation, many bodies ago, but nothing so direct as
this. He began to wonder how he could've forgotten
such an experience when Romana began to nibble on his
member, reminding him that he too was supposed to be
busy at the moment. 

     He probed her insides with his tongue and reveled
in the taste that had a striking similarity to that
smell of Romana's that had intrigued him so. She began
to moan softly and the Doctor's eyes widened beneath
the blindfold yet again. It looked like it was going
to be a long evening, Romana mused to herself as she 
reached her first climax.
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