The Doctor grunts and rolls over in

The Doctor grunts and rolls over in bed as a niggling pressure wake him up. Heaving an irritated sigh he sits up and runs long fingers through wild grey curls.

"What is it now Missy?" He practically growls and rights his sleeping shirt, blue eyes boring a hole in his bedroom wall.

"I can't sleep." Missy whines back and he can easily picture the sad little pout adorning her face.

"For fuck's sake, what are you four hundred?" He grumbles and toes on his slippers, walking to her bedroom. Trying to ignore the smug self satisfaction that was coming from her mind.

"Come on Doctor." Missy coos to him. "Help me sleep, please."

Opening the door, he leans against the frame and looks over the tiny form of the Mistress bundled up under the copious covers that made up her bed.

"Aren't those my pyjamas?" He asks, not really caring because it was two in the sodding morning but if they are he needs to teach her a lesson about stealing from people who are bigger than you.

"Yes." She beams in a cat that not only ate the cream but rolled in it too, wriggling in the sheets and it is then he notices how the pyjamas have slipped and bared one pale shoulder to his view. The neckline not slipping too far, just a suggestion, a flirtation if you will.

"Give them back." He demands and strides over to her, the tone in his voice causing her to shiver and her skin to pebble with goose flesh and he'd bet his bottom dollar that her nipples had too.

"No." She breathes back, wide blue eyes intently focused on his face, drinking in his irritation and basking in it like a fine wine.

Growling again he climbs into her bed, forcing her back as he leans over her and she shivers. He grins as he takes note of the tremble, the dilating pupils and her attempt to fix the hem of the pyjamas. But he catches her delicate wrist in one strong hand, pinning it to the bed and revelling in her whimper. Calling herself the Mistress was clearly a fake out, and he smiles in a very smug way as he recalls that she always screams her loudest whenever he was the dominant and he took her however he pleased.

As of right now, she would be staying put on her back he thinks to himself and lowers his head to press a chaste kiss to her soft and inviting lips. She whines beneath him and attempts to lean into his kiss but she is wrapped up tight like a cocoon and her attempts are stifled. Chuckling against her lips, he slips under the covers with her, without letting the contact of their lips lessen.

Missy whimpers again twining her arms around his neck, trying desperately to deepen their kiss but he won't let her. He wants to drive her mad with want before he gives her what she needs.

結果 (中文) 1:

医生咕哝，琐碎的压力他醒来在床上打滚。胀恼怒的叹息他坐了起来，长长的手指贯穿野生灰色卷发。"它是什么现在小姑娘?"他几乎咆哮和权利他睡着的衬衫，蓝色眼睛，镗孔在他卧室的墙上。"我不能睡。回到小乔哼哼着，他可以轻松地图片伤心小撅着嘴，装饰她的脸。"妈的你什么? 四百年"他嘟哝着脚趾上自己的拖鞋，走到她的卧室。试图忽略自鸣得意的自我满意度将来自于她的想法。"来吧医生。小姑娘对他咕咕地叫。"帮我睡觉，请。他打开门，靠框架和死寂的情妇捆绑组成她的床上大量被窝微小的形式。"并不是那些我的睡衣吗?"他问道，不真正关心，因为它是他妈的凌晨两点，但如果他们是他需要给她一个教训关于偷取那些比你大的人。"Yes"。她光束在一只猫，不仅吃奶油太，在它滚床单扭来扭去，后来，他看到如何睡衣有滑了一下，露出一个苍白肩膀上对他的看法。领口不滑得太远，只是一个建议，调情如果你愿意的话。"回给他们"。他要求和她跨过，在他的声音，导致她在颤抖，她的皮肤色调用鹅卵石铺与鹅肉，他敢打赌他，也是她的乳头。"号"她呼吸回来，广阔的蓝色眼睛聚精会神在他脸上，喝他的愤怒和沐浴在它像葡萄酒。又在叫他爬上她的床上，迫使她回来，他靠着她，她感到不寒而栗。他笑着说，他注意到的颤抖、 扩张的学生和她试图修复的睡衣下摆。但他捉她微妙的手腕中一个强有力的手，钉在床上，陶醉于她的呜咽声。称自己情妇显然是假的了和他的微笑很得意的方式他回忆说，她总是尖叫她大声每当他是占主导地位，然而他高兴，他带她。作为权利的现在，她会待放在她的背，他认为自己和降低了他的头按到她软和诱人的嘴唇纯洁的一吻。她在他下面的哀鸣，试图靠进他的吻，但她裹紧像茧和淹没了她的企图，被。笑着对她的嘴唇，他被窝跟她，不让他们的嘴唇接触减少。小乔呜咽再缠绕搂住他的脖子，拼命地想加深他们的吻，但他不会让她。他想要使她与想要发疯了之前他给了她, 她需要的东西。