This is a Doctor Who fan fiction, with the Fifth Doctor and Nyssa, taking place between Timeflight and Arc of Infinity when they are alone on the Tardis.(For those not familiar with the TV show, the Doctor is a several-hundred-year-old Time Lord who travels through time and space with a long string of "companions" who choose to come along with him; at this point in the series one companion, Adric, had recently died saving the Earth from the Cybermen, and another, Tegan, had been accidentally left behind on Earth, her home planet, because the Doctor and Nyssa thought she wanted to go home. At this point, the Doctor appears to be in his thirties, and Nyssa is an educated, intelligent teenager who came with the Doctor after she had been orphaned by one of his enemies.) The picture on this page is from a few episodes earlier.
The story was mostly inspired just by seeing Nyssa's Tardis bedroom in Arc of Infinity; it's so rare that anything in the Tardis is shown but the control room.
The Only One
"I don't understand why she didn't even say goodbye, though," Nyssa said to the Doctor."She was in a hurry; she needed to get back to her job. You heard her complain constantly about wanting to go home. You don't have the kind of responsibilities she did; perhaps when you're older you'll understand."
"When I'm older? Why does everyone keep calling me 'child' and 'girl' and treating me like a baby? I'm a lot more mature than Adric was. What am I supposed to be doing when I'm older that's more important than this, than trying to help people wherever we go? I'd like to stay with you, and I don't really understand why Tegan doesn't."
The Doctor smiled. "I'm pleased that you think so highly of me. But most likely, like all of my companions, you'll find someplace you want to stay. Someone else you want to stay with, perhaps."
"No one but you, Doctor!" She ran toward the man in the tan coat and threw her arms around him. "You're all I've got now." She sniffed back tears.
The Doctor stroked Nyssa's back. "And you know I'll be here for you, my dear. Just someday I won't be the only one."
Nyssa squeezed him tightly. Then, suddenly, she stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips, keeping him from backing away with a surprisingly strong grasp.
When she finally let go, he stared at her in shock. After a few seconds of gathering his thoughts, he finally managed to say, "What. . . what did you do that for?"
"Because I wanted to," she answered defiantly. "I never had a chance, before, not with Adric and Tegan around. But I've thought about it . . . and a lot more." She moved toward him again, put her arms around his waist and slid her hands under his sweater and shirt. The touch made him shiver.
"Mmm . . . do you know how long it's been since anyone's touched me like that?" he murmured.
Nyssa smiled. "Whatever I can do, just tell me."
The Doctor roused himself from the pleasure trance and tried to pull back. "I really can't let you. I can't go around being physically involved with my companions; it would be unethical."
"I'm not all your companions. You're my friend and someone I respect; had there been anyone like you on Traken I would have asked for the same favor. Please have sex with me. What can be wrong about two people giving one another pleasure?" She pulled him down and began kissing his neck. She could feel the bulge in his trousers growing bigger; he was definitely responding. He tried to pull back, but Nyssa was quite persistent, rubbing against him, touching him and kissing him, that finally he let his hands roam down her back to the ass encased in her red velvet trousers, and returned her kiss on the mouth while his hands explored.
She led him out of the control room, down the hall to her room, and once there pulled his sweater and shirt over his head to bare his chest for more kissing. He started to undo the clasps of her top, one by one, until he could gently push her away from him and down to the pillows, pulling the fabric away so that he could follow her down and put his mouth to her nipples. She squirmed beneath him and called out "Doctor" -- the only name she had for him.
They finished undressing one another; she smiled at his question-mark patterned boxers and he nodded appreciatively at the panties of the same fabric as her outerwear. Finally, they were nude, and the Doctor ran hesitant fingers over her mound, delicately searching for the tender clitoris -- so long since he'd been in this position.
Finally, after one last round of murmured assurances between them, he shifted his body and buried his cock inside her.
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