Closer to Fine
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Chapter 3
Sarah stirred and shifted slightly before she remembered that she wasn't alone in the bed. The Doctor had thrown one arm comfortably over her and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Turning her head carefully, she realised he had actually dozed off. Not wanting to wake him, she nestled her head back into the pillow and relaxed.
The evening had gone very smoothly- too smoothly perhaps. The Doctor had stayed for dinner and they had ended up in the attic working on rebuilding a Velian anti-gravity pod. The picture of a perfect family unit. And that was the last thing that Sarah needed.
Not that she'd ever admit it to him, but she had noticed the resemblance. In fact, she'd never willingly admitted it to herself, but that might have been why she had unbent enough to adopt him. She hadn't expected him to jump to the same conclusion. She hadn't expected to have to admit out loud that Luke couldn't possibly be their son.
But it meant something, that he had come to the same conclusion. She had assumed he'd moved on after all his speeches to her about getting on with her life, but perhaps neither of them had moved on as much as they would have liked.
The Doctor shifted and pulled her close, his skin cool against her own. "Sarah," he murmured in her ear before nuzzling it.
"Doctor." Sarah turned again in his arms so that she could look into his eyes.
He grinned lazily at her. "My Sarah Jane." He paused, dramatically, hoping the theatrics would get under her skin and she'd be honest with him. "About Luke -"
"You do realise that the biology doesn't work at all. Even with primitive human science I can tell that." Sarah tried to ignore the way he was looking at her. Even if it had been a while since she'd had anyone look at her in that fashion, she had to wonder about his motives. Still, she always wondered about his motives.
"But-" he started. He paused, weighing his options, then took a deep breath. "Um, Paul Morley." He winced as though he were expecting her to be angry at him. "Time Lord experiment. You didn't know?" While he knew that she wasn't supposed to know about the experiment, this was Sarah, after all. If anyone would have figured out that something was amiss, it would have been Sarah.
She was tempted to mess with him, but resisted the urge. This thing was complicated enough without them winding each other up. "Yes, I figured it out. Got a slap on the wrist from the Time Lord in charge. But he seemed sensible enough." Pulling herself out of his arms, she sat up against the headboard, wrapping the sheet around her breasts. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen them before, but keeping him on the subject was difficult at the best of times.
The Doctor's face clouded. "He was a friend." He would have been back on Gallifrey with Romana when the Doctor had pushed the button.
Sarah leaned in to give him a hug, before pulling back. "Tell me this isn't some sort of insane scheme to continue your race. Because if it is, I have to tell you that you're doing it wrong."
A sputter of laughter. "Sarah-" He brushed a finger against her cheek. "Perhaps the urge is there, but I wasn't particularly good father material the first time around. And I'm not sure I'd want to breed a new race of Time Lords. But this is the first regeneration since the war, and there does seem to be a bump in the libido."
He felt obliged to demonstrate by giving Sarah a very thorough snog, not that she objected, but when she thought things would progress, he pulled back and looked at her. "You knew and you haven't slapped me for it yet."
"Why do you think I was so upset at Deffrey Vale? But I've got that out of my system now. In case you hadn't noticed." She pressed up against him, and was rewarded with another snog. "We really should discuss this at some point." His breath caught as she started rubbing her body against his again, "but I'd much rather shag you senseless right now."
So much for keeping the Doctor on topic, Sarah thought vaguely. Not that she minded. No, she had to admit, she didn't mind this at all.