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dr_robchase) wrote2007-07-05 05:51 pm
dr_robchase) wrote2007-07-05 05:51 pm
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[For Gwen & the Doctor]
When seventeen years old again, apparently (or was he sixteen? Couldn't be fifteen; well, he was in that range), a young boy needed sleep, but not that much. Given that he and the Doctor had already been awake to have a first go round, when Chase roused again sleepily, he was ready for maybe some food.
Or you know, they could skip right to more sex. He wouldn't mind. He was in a t-shirt and sweats, sleeping atop the Doctor and as he slowly woke, he lazily started playing with long strands of hair, again and again.
"Wake," he mumbled, "up. Wake," he kissed his shoulder, "up." More toying of the hair. "I'm," he brushed his fingers against the Doctor's neck, poking him. "Bored."
Or you know, they could skip right to more sex. He wouldn't mind. He was in a t-shirt and sweats, sleeping atop the Doctor and as he slowly woke, he lazily started playing with long strands of hair, again and again.
"Wake," he mumbled, "up. Wake," he kissed his shoulder, "up." More toying of the hair. "I'm," he brushed his fingers against the Doctor's neck, poking him. "Bored."