fandom_stocking reject (wrote it, and then realized it didn't fit anyone's list)
Title: Tender
Summary: The Doctor's always gentle when he touches her mind.
Characters: Four/Sarah Jane
Rating: T
Warnings: While the mind-sex depicted here is entirely consensual, there is a reference to Sarah Jane getting hypnotized by the villains, and the reference is loaded with noncon subtext.
Disclaimer: All yours, BBC.
The Doctor’s always gentle when he touches her mind. First his fingertips, just skimming against her temples. His voice is hushed, husky, as he asks permission.
Sarah Jane nods.
She trembles a little when he presses his forehead against hers, though it’s still just skin on skin, not mind on mind. He stills, giving her time to reverse her decision, time to say no.
This time she’s brave enough to reach out first, her fingers threading through the curls at the back of his neck as she slides her mind into his. They both gasp, out loud and in their heads. It feels so good…
There aren’t words for the next part. There are lights and colors and touches like fire and starlight, but no words. Just her, and him, and the sum of them together.
Sometimes he brushes against the wrong synapse and suddenly she can feel all of them—Linx The Spider Queen Styre Hieronymus—all inside her again, no no no it’s happening again—
He always stops, always pulls his thoughts away and strokes her hair and murmurs comforting nonsense words. Lets her take all the time in the world to come back to herself, pull herself together. He never pushes her to start back up again, and perhaps even more important, he never makes a show about how he’s not pushing her. Just stops, and waits, and accepts.
It makes her heart ache with how much she loves him, more than all the stars in the sky.
Summary: The Doctor's always gentle when he touches her mind.
Characters: Four/Sarah Jane
Rating: T
Warnings: While the mind-sex depicted here is entirely consensual, there is a reference to Sarah Jane getting hypnotized by the villains, and the reference is loaded with noncon subtext.
Disclaimer: All yours, BBC.
The Doctor’s always gentle when he touches her mind. First his fingertips, just skimming against her temples. His voice is hushed, husky, as he asks permission.
Sarah Jane nods.
She trembles a little when he presses his forehead against hers, though it’s still just skin on skin, not mind on mind. He stills, giving her time to reverse her decision, time to say no.
This time she’s brave enough to reach out first, her fingers threading through the curls at the back of his neck as she slides her mind into his. They both gasp, out loud and in their heads. It feels so good…
There aren’t words for the next part. There are lights and colors and touches like fire and starlight, but no words. Just her, and him, and the sum of them together.
Sometimes he brushes against the wrong synapse and suddenly she can feel all of them—Linx The Spider Queen Styre Hieronymus—all inside her again, no no no it’s happening again—
He always stops, always pulls his thoughts away and strokes her hair and murmurs comforting nonsense words. Lets her take all the time in the world to come back to herself, pull herself together. He never pushes her to start back up again, and perhaps even more important, he never makes a show about how he’s not pushing her. Just stops, and waits, and accepts.
It makes her heart ache with how much she loves him, more than all the stars in the sky.
