'Blinovitch' Pt 2 -Planet: St Renard. -Earth Year 2670 -Humanian Era. Leigh still sat on the ledge that ringed the fountain in Leopold Square. He'd been slumped there most of the morning, thinking about what a treat young Victoria had been. "Nice..." he mumbled to himself. Well, she was gone now, he'd have to pull himself together and get back into action! At that thought, a hand touched his shoulder, and he started in surprise. He turned to see that it was a young woman, a moderately fetching one in a smart red uniform. Her dark, ashy-brown hair has drawn back in a big soft bun. She smiled to him, and he stared at her in bemusement. She wasn't a Space Security Agent by the look of her, but she clearly bore some important duty. "Hello Mr Maher, my name is Rodan." "Uh... hello." Leigh nodded. "How do you kno--" "I'm a Time Lady, I can find out a lot of things." Leigh frowned at that. Was this woman trying to start something? "Mm-hmm?" Rodan smiled again, more sincerely this time. "I've been following the Doctor on a mission. I saw you in the bar there with young Victoria, and I saw you looking glum out here in the Square. Wouldn't you like to go away in a TARDIS like they did? Wouldn't you like to get away from St Renard?" Leigh took a harder look at her. She seemed very confident as well as persuasive. She had a rather infectious smile, he thought. "You're right, I would." he smiled. She took his arm, and nodded towards a small caretaker's shed in the garden that Leigh couldn't remember seeing before. "Come with me then." she said. -Planet: Earth -Earth Year 1979 -Humanian Era. France! Leigh sipped his cognac and looked around, drinking in the atmosphere as much as the beverage. He was in a tiny courtyard behind a tavern in a quiet corner of Paris, waiting for Rodan to finish her current jaunt out on the streets. Again he wondered exactly what she was doing, tracking the Doctor. He'd glimpsed the Time Lord shortly after they'd landed -- he'd changed now, a much taller and more flamboyant man, with a ridiculous long scarf and a shock of brown curls on his head. Rodan's explanation of regeneration was interesting... what was the precedent? Gallifreyans were a mysterious race. What would he ask her next... ah, he'd ask her why everyone in Paris was speaking perfect English. He heard the beads over the doorway to the courtyard rattling, and turned to see who had entered. Hmmm, he summed her up in his mind. Short lady, Long blonde hair, pale skin, fetching clothes. Bit of a tease in the wardrobe department. She smiled politely and looked around for a seat. He kicked out the chair on the other side of his table and gestured that she could take it. "The other chairs are wet from the rain." he explained. The woman thanked him and took the seat, putting her cup of tea down on the table. "My name's Romana." she reached across the table to shake hands. "I'm Leigh." Leigh shook the proffered hand. There was a brief silence, as Leigh nursed his cognac and Romana flicked through a small blue book, with a title in characters Leigh didn't recognise. He gave her the occasional glance, trying to get a better look at her. She didn't seem to notice. Maybe she was ignoring him? "You're travelling with Rodan?" Romana asked suddenly. Such a curve-ball put the boy off-balance, and he stammered the answer. "I... um, yeah. You know her?" Romana smiled. "Yes, she's that Time Lady the CIA put out to investigate the Doctor." "How did you know?" Romana held up something that looked like a gold fob-watch, swinging it back into her pocket before Leigh could get a proper look at it. "I listen to Gallifreyan news feeds, even if the Doctor doesn't. And I saw you with her earlier." "Oh." Leigh raised an eyebrow. "Did you tell him about me and Rodan?" "No." Romana raised the teacup to her lips. "I'm sure the Doctor can take care of himself. He tells me so. Regularly. Often without me asking." Leigh sniggered and took another sip of cognac. There was another silence, but now she was watching him. "You're a lonely chap, aren't you." she said. Another curve-ball. Leigh attempted to remain blasé. "You change the subject quickly." he muttered. Romana reached out her hand, which he held, and he frowned as she spoke. "I know Rodan isn't interested in boys..." they both smirked at her obliqueness, "And you look like you must be climbing the TARDIS walls." "Well... yeah." he grinned. "Hey, you're a Time Lady yourself, aren't you?" "Yes, Leigh." she smiled. "You're really climbing the walls?" "... Yes?" Leigh smiled nervously. He didn't mind admitting it to Romana -- Time Ladies seemed... different. Romana smiled a broad smile and came to her feet, gesturing for him to follow. Leigh saw a small archway at the north end of the courtyard. "Come with me, Leigh. Perhaps we can help you for a little while." "Thank you, you're far more helpful than that book-store clerk on St Renard!" the Doctor boomed in a not unfriendly fashion, storming past the receptionist and into the library of the Club of Distinguished Gentlemen. He promptly began browsing the book shelves, muttering a name to himself. "Blinovitch, Blinovitch..." They were pressed against each other in the corner, kissing a little awkwardly. He marvelled at how warm she was, it was comforting. He felt, rather than saw, her lift her skirt, and he brought a hand down to touch her thigh. It was smooth, firm, and above all it was as hot as a fever. Her busy hands popped the buttons of her shirt, and opened it up, baring her small breasts. His right hand reached out to hold one, squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing his palm on her nipple. Her breathing was already ragged, and when his left hand slipped up her thigh to stroke the cleft of her sex through her panties, she sighed unsteadily. His hand worked inside of her underwear, and worked around to the waistband, where he tried tugging them down. She helped him pull them halfway down her thighs, before reaching to his crotch and unzipping his trousers. His fingers stroked up betwen the lips of her sex, slowly moving up higher to stroke her bulging clitoris. He touched it a little nervously at first, it was almost hot enough to hurt him, and it was big, much bigger than Victoria's had felt... Romana's gentle hands had found his rigid cock, and stroked the glans with burning fingertips. They were even hotter than his cock was, the feeling was very... different. He lowered his head, and, taking a leap of faith that it was a smart thing to do, he took one of her breasts into his mouth. Her back arched and she gasped, her distracted fingers stumbling on him. He rubbed his tongue against the erect, sensitive nub of her nipple, working in a deliberately different rhythm to his fingers at her clitoris. She didn't taste human, but but he couldn't say what she actually did taste like -- it defied comparison. Romana's dainty fist grasped his shaft, pulled him close, and Leigh felt that his cock had never been harder -- even in the moment before he finally came inside Victoria, he felt he couldn't possibly have been any bigger. The Time Lady shifted her hips forward, prompting Leigh to take his hand away from her swollen sex, and bring his cock in under her skirt to replace it. She let go of his member and grabbed her skirt again, hiking it up a little more. She looked down fondly at the boy as his tongue lapped at her breast, and gasped out loud as he moved to take her other breast into his mouth and stroke the other raw nipple with his thumb. She bowed her head to kiss his hair at the very moment he let his cock touch her. Her hands were the free ones now, so she let her skirt flop down on his shaft and reached to hold his glans in her fingertips, rubbing it through the downy blonde thatch between her legs. They teased each other in those positions for an achingly long time, Leigh wondering in the back of his mind why the end of his cock was tingling. He let her move his cock down to the opening of her sex, and felt her streaming wetness run all down his glans and shaft. His mouth paused on her breast as the tingling spread all down his length. He couldn't see himself -- Romana's skirt was in the way -- but he could feel his cock pulsing, swelling, becoming ever harder. A surge of amazed, relieved glee shocked through him as he realised that he'd grown somehow... 'It was bigger, it was bigger, it was bigger!' He brought his head up and smiled devilishly to the Time Lady. And with that he pushed his newfound length inside her. "What do you mean you don't have it!" The Doctor protested. The Head Librarian shrugged. "I'm sorry sir, we have never carried the works of Arlo Blinovitch." "Oh." The Doctor was silent for a moment, a rather dour look on his face. "What's your name?" he asked. "Pardon me?" "Your name, what is it?" The Doctor whispered urgently. "Armistead Papillon, why?" "Armistead Papillon? The same Armistead Papillon who I met 13 years ago in Norway?" "I think not sir, I have never been to Norway." the Head Librarian replied smoothly. "Oh, then you must be a different Armistead Papillon!" the Doctor winked, before strolling out of the library. The Head Librarian shuffled over to where a few books had fallen during the Doctor's search. He muttered something as he bent to pick them up. A close observer would have seen his pupils narrow, becoming more cat-like. His irises glowed yellow in the shadow. "Don't make fun of my name, Doctor..." "Yes! Yes!!" Romana squealed happily as Leigh crammed his cock into her with powerful thrusts. He felt a hot energy boiling in his blood, roaring in his ears, and demanding that he fill Romana up. He could clearly feel the muscles of his legs bunching up and releasing as he pounded into her, and he felt Romana grabbing her ass to pull him against her. He smirked and squeezed her breasts in his hands, enjoying the give of her inner muscles and contemplating finally having a dick to do his legs justice (he was proud of his pins, top class, they were!) "Leigh, I'm coming!" Romana cried out, the muscles inside her spasming and releasing a thick honey that spilled over his cock, swelling it a little more. God, he was beginning to feel like a horse... It was so hot inside her... Without warning, Leigh slammed an especially powerful thrust into her and promptly cannoned an enormous jet of come inside her, filling her until his seed spilled out of her, over his scrotum, his legs, her silky white thighs. She gasped, twisting and bucking reflexively atop his huge, arching shaft. They stayed in that position for a long time, while Romana regained her equilibrium and Leigh cuddled against her, savouring her subsiding heat. At length she sighed and reared back, drawing him out of her. She pulled her unsurprisingly wet panties back up and frowned at her feet. Leigh followed her gaze, but his still-erect penis blocked the view. He didn't mind so much. "I have human semen all over my pretty new shoes." she sighed, but her frown became a smile. Leigh grinned. "Sorry." "No need." she reassured him with a laugh, leaving the archway to pick up her bag and her hat, both of which she had left on the table. Leigh watched her move, zipping up his trousers and eyeing the beaded doorway into the tavern. "I'm surprised no-one heard us." he murmured. "Don't say that!" Romana gasped, but it was too late -- a disturbed-looking waiter burst into the courtyard. For a mad moment, they eyed each other... then the spell broke. "Run!" Rodan reclined on her divan, popping a grape into her mouth with one hand, holding up a book of Drahvin mlitary pornography with the other. Her TARDIS' decor was an odd mixture of Ancient Greek and Feudal Japanese design, dark Doric pillars and sliding white rice-paper doors. Suddenly the main door slammed aside and Leigh burst in, short of breath and trying his level best not to panic. "Your trousers are wet," she noted, "and there seems to be more of you for them to hold than before. Did you have a run-in with Romana?" Leigh tried to speak, but he was out of breath. Rodan laughed. "That's okay, just smile and nod." she giggled. He did so.