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Megan Samuels, Guardian of the Doctor.

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The Last Guardian

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

His free hand immediately moved to her mouth, keeping her quiet as he stiffened, afraid that their guard would open their door. He stopped touching her, breathing as quietly as possible, before reminding her: “We have to try not to make so much noise, my love.” he whispered softly before dropping a kiss against one of the scars in her torso, his hand slowly moving away from her lips. But her lips were soon devoured by his. What better way to keep her quiet than to kiss her? His now free hand squeezed her breast before he began rolling a nipple between his fingers. His other hand increased the speed on her swollen nub. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispers against her lips. “Open your eyes. I’ll help you.” he murmurs softly as he presses his hand back against hers, his thumb continuing to tease her clit. Slowly, he begins to push her hand in and out, helping her reach deeper spots. He starts gaining speed, his hand and hers soiled with her arousal. “Look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes. It feels great doesn’t it? You’re so good at this.” he can’t help but kiss her again. “When I push my hand against yours, I want you to curl your finger inside yourself and rub that spot that makes you feel so good. I want you to make yourself come.”

When Megan opened her eyes they were wide and glistening with tears. Her free hand wrapped around the nape of his neck and pulled him into another passionate kiss. When she felt her hand against his, she curled her fingers like he asked. It took a few tries, but she eventually found a spot that made her body jerk and writhe in pleasure with every touch. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out as she continued to rub that one spot inside her until the dam burst and she felt her release flow through her body like warm caramel. When she came down from her high, she was panting slightly for breath, a tiny smile touching her face.

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

Storm’s breathing quickens and he licks his lips silently, watching his sweet and innocent Megan pleasing herself, begging him to touch her. “Well you’re doing such a good job. Are you sure you want me to spoil it?” he teases, smirking although she can’t see him. Placing a hand under her, he arches her back to unook her bra and finally remove it. “Add another finger, Megan.” he spreads her legs open and rips her panties off in a quick movement. “Fuck yourself for me, love, I know you want to…” he murmurs, his warm breath now fanning against her chest as he teasingly begins to massage her clit with the tip of his fingers, helping her reach more intensity. His tongue draws a warm path around her nipple before he begins sucking, at first gently but then more hungrily.

A relieved cry escaped her lips when she felt his tongue and fingers. She pressed her chest into his mouth, and her hips jerked forward, giving herself more of his touch and her own. She did as he told her, carefully adding a second finger to the one already inside her. She cried out again, yearning for more of his touch. “More, please..”

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

Storm’s arousal was undeniable, yet he had to be patient. “No. Not yet.” he replied and one could almost swear that he was nearly complaining. “Explore your folds. Feel yourself. Build your need.” he stops giving orders to suck on her lower lip, craving her kisses like the air he needed to breathe. “And then, I want you to slip a finger inside you, to explore every sensitive spot there is. I want you to imagine my tongue licking your delicious juices.” a hand almost accidentally slithers beneath the waistband of her panties and presses against hers to apply pressure to her centre. “I want you soaked for me.” he groans darkly against her ear before reminding himself to pull his hand away.

Megan whimpered when he pulled his hand away, but she did as he asked, slowly feeling her folds and slipping a finger briefly inside herself. Carefully, she explored herself with that one finger, seeking out the spots that would make her jerk and writhe and scream. Her body jerked even more, and she was surprised to find herself growing wetter from her own attentions. “Please,” she begged again, hoping he wouldn’t be able to resist giving her what she wanted.

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Now move your other hand down your stomach slowly, very slowly. I want you to revel on how many sensations you can feel if you take your time to tease yourself. If you really are doing what I say and imagining it’s me touching you, then I want to see just how much you want to feel your touch, to feel my touch. Touch yourself slowly, take your time." he whispers before kissing her again, slowly, yet more passionately than before, his tongue slipping inside her mouth as he tries to deepen the kiss.

Megan kissed him back as passionately as she could without using her hands to pull him closer. Her tongue danced with his, begging for more. Her hands moved slowly, one on her breast, the other moving down her stomach. She imagined they were Storm’s hands, and as her mind fell further into the fantasy, her body jerked into her touch, craving more. “Please..” she breathed softly. “Please Storm touch me..”

  #sliveroficeinhisheart  

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Excellent, my love. Just don’t open your eyes. I’m right here. It’s just you and me in this room." he reminds her. "You’ll be okay." he leaves a gentle, loving kiss against her lips. "Now…" his voice is filled with lust again as he whispers softly in her ear. "…let one of your hands stray underneath. Let your fingertips lightly brush your nipple." he pauses to let his tongue flick against her earlobe. "And when you touch yourself, do it just like you would want me to touch you."

Megan’s lips craved for his the minute he pulled away from the kiss. She did as he told her, her hand sneaking under her bra to find her hardened nipples. Her fingers lightly touched the pebbled mound, imagining that her fingers were not hers, but that they were Storm’s. Her breath caught in her throat, and she jerked slightly at the touch. “What next?” she asked softly, her fingers pausing for a moment. 

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Good girl." he murmurs with an intoxicatingly low voice, keeping the tone down in case the Guardian outside the door would hear them. "Feel the curves of your breasts. Your nipples will start to stiffen." he whispers as he barely brushes the tips of his cold fingers up her thigh. "You’ll feel them through the fabric of your bra." he adds right before his lips meet her neck.

She shivered again at his touch; his hands were still very cold. She did as he asked, letting her hands move to her breasts. True to his word, her nipples were starting to harden beneath her bra. Her shivers made them harder, and a shaky breath escaped her lips. “Like this?” she asked, resisting the urge to open her eyes.

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Tiger’s Den || Megan

sniperwithstripes:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

Seb just scowled at her, and waited for Jim to come down. Once he showed up Seb stopped glaring and straightened up a bit, paying attention now that his boss was here. Jim sauntered up to the cell door and peered inside, scratching his chin and casually sizing her up. “So you’re the Guardian. You don’t look like much Dear, if you don’t mind me saying. We have that in common I suppose. But I’ve got much better fashion sense.” He gave a slow grin, as he started to pace in front of her cell, thinking.

Megan shrugged casually. “Won’t argue on the style point, I dress for functionality and comfort, not for fashion.” She sized him up just as he observed her, guessing that his strongest weapon would be his mind, since he didn’t look like a physical fighter. Odds were he had Sebastian Moran do the fighting for him. “So what does the great Jim Moriarty want with lil ‘ol me? Doesn’t matter what you want with me, as long as the Doctor stays unharmed.”

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Megan gently stroked.his hair when he put his head in her lap. It had definitely been that kind of day. "You did the best you could," she said softly.

differentfacesameman:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

differentfacesameman:

"Today, that just wasn’t good enough."

He sighed settling back.  “You would have to say that.   It’s still not fair.”   The Doctor is quiet for a long time, before speaking again.  “I’d just like to have a day where everyone lives once in awhile.  When we can save everyone, and no one has to die.   Remember that?  Remember that feeling?”   The Time Lord rubbed a hand over his face.  “What I wouldn’t give for that.”

"I remember," she breathed softly. The child that had been changed by nanogenes, the one time where everyone lived. Megan sighed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "Rest Doctor. You’ve given the universe enough of yourself for one day."

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Close your eyes." he orders, his hands placed on either side of her on the bed as he leans forward. "Relax…" he speaks in a whisper now, his lips brushing her ear lightly. "Take your hands. Slide them up your stomach. Slowly."

Megan did as he asked, taking a deep breath to relax herself before letting her eyes drift shut and her hands wander up her stomach towards her breasts. “Like this?” she asked softly, a small part of her brain aware of the Guardian that was right outside their cell. She shivered at the feeling of his lips against her ear.

  #sliveroficeinhisheart  

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Sorry…" he murmured almost shyly after she had noticed his hands were cold. "Still recovering from the loss of the last bits of my regeneration energy." he explains, even though her blood has made quite a great job at keeping him alive.

"I’m letting you be in charge tonight, so I’m gonna need you to gain a bit more confidence in yourself, in what you can do." his voice is soft as he carefully lies her down on the bed. "If you only knew, Megan, the things you do to me; with your voice, your lips, your hands… your hands can do such wonderful things." he takes them in his hands, dropping a kiss on both. "It’s hard to believe a beautiful woman like you hasn’t granted herself the pleasure of touching herself." he murmurs pinning her beneath him, his lips impossibly close to hers. "So tonight I’m going to teach you just how good it can feel. And if you come for me, I’ll do anything you want." his voice is a soft whisper as he begins to pull her shirt up, exposing barely her stomach. "Now, I want you wearing nothing but your underwear."

Megan’s shirt and pants were in tatters, but her brown leather jacket was somehow still in one piece. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before taking off all her clothes save her bra and underwear, throwing them in a pile with her boots and socks.

"If we survive this I’m giving you more of my blood, you’re still really pale." She settled back underneath him her eyes wide and vulnerable. "What do you want me to do?"

  #sliveroficeinhisheart  

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Almost the perfect sentence." he murmured lowly, his lips sucking tenderly on her skin as they moved down her neck to her collarbone. "First of all, since I intend to take my time, there is something I would like you to learn. And if you do it right…" he speaks in a whisper and his lips press slightly against the scar on her chest as his icy fingers meet the skin beneath her shirt, moving up to trace the curve of her bra. "…I’ll reward you."

Megan shivered again, goosebumps pebbling her skin. “Holy hell your hands are cold.” She took his hands in her own, rubbing them to coax warmth back into his skin. “Another lesson? What do you want me to do?”

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thisisrpstuff:

EXPERIMENT AU
Muse A is kidnapped by scientists to be experimented on. Turns out these scientists were people Muse B used to work for and are trying to get back at Muse B for leaving. Now, Muse B knows what is going to happen and they muse race against time in order to save Muse A before it’s too late.

Twist #1: Muse B is too late and has to watch as Muse A dies.

Twist #2: Muse B gets there just in time to watch Muse A turn into an emotionless killer like the scientists wanted.

  #guys I really want this someone do this with me?? :D  

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

"Yes, he gets to sleep in your bed with you every night. It’s not fair." he complained before pressing a kiss on the side of her neck, right below her jawline. "I’ll tell you something. Tomorrow, around this time, you and I will be somewhere else, somewhere better, together. And you’ll never have to miss me again because I will always be with you." he soothed gently. "Now," he changed to a much more teasing tone. "I’m going to assume you haven’t been doing your homework since you last saw me and by homework I mean touching yourself even though I know you never do because you’d most likely have me touch you instead. Am I correct?”

She nodded, shivering at the touch of his lips on her neck. “You better be planning on kissing and touching me more than that on our last night..” She pressed a small kiss into his hair, holding him close to her neck. “If we survive this we are spending all of tomorrow in bed doing nothing.”

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1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord: 

“Don’t say that. We won’t die.” he whispered softly, cupping her face gently. “Don’t think about that. You’re here with me.” he reminded her, brushing her messy hair away from her face. Even with all the dry blood stains and the dirt and the messy hair, she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and even if their final hours had been counted, he simply couldn’t hide the joy of knowing that he would spend them with her. Knowing that she was probably devastated though and that she was rushing things because this was their last night together, he decided to take things slow. He sat on the edge of the cell’s bed, bringing her along with him, silently sitting her on his lap so he could hold her a little longer. With his arms wrapped around her waist and his eyes locked on hers, he spoke: “I have two confessions. The first is that I had forgotten in these last days just how beautiful you are. My memories didn’t do you or your adorable baby cheeks justice. The second is that I have always been jealous of your stuffed elephant Jojo.”

Megan managed a tiny giggle as she wrapped her arms around him. “And why’s that?” she asked, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Because he gets to sleep in my bed every night?”

She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I missed you too..I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

  #sliveroficeinhisheart  

1984

sliverofice-inhisheart:

guardian-of-a-timelord:

Storm could barely believe that she was in his arms again so it was impossibly hard to let go. He had been filled with such an unbelievable amount of happiness and relief that he had barely processed her words and only when he did, he took a moment to look at her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, frowning yet not being capable of hiding the smile across his lips. "Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure?"

She nodded. “I want to before I die, and since we’ll most likely be dead this time tomorrow.. Yes.” She kissed him gently, holding on to him as tightly as she could. “I’m sure, please Storm..” Megan could feel tears behind her eyes, and knew she would be fighting them the whole night. 

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