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The Woman who fell in Love with the Stars - Chapter 5 - FINAL - To Her, the Stars

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“Yaz,” you swallowed thickly, “To me, you are the stars.”

A shaky breath intertwined with a laugh left her lips. Yasmin leaned in, lips brushing yours. “And you were always brighter than the stars to me.”

A/N: Gahhhhhh! I'm so sorry this took so long! I had a hard time finishing this chapter for some reason so it took much longer than probably needed for me to update, but 'tis finally here. I have dug upwards through the dirt to deliver this humble piece of—anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

Yaz bounded through the doors of the TARDIS, a wide smile pasted across her face. Hardly an unusual occurrence when one walked into a blue time ship, but the Doctor looked over at the woman, an eyebrow quirked in question.

“You’re pretty chipper today, Yaz. Something good happen?”

Yasmin turned her head around, the Doctor having gone back to pushing buttons on the console. “Well...” Yaz bit her lip, “Yes. Good isn’t really a word that encompasses all of it. Fantastic. It’s amazing, actually. Absolutely incredible.”

The Doctor looked up and grinned, full attention on her human companion. “Brilliant! What was it?”

Ryan had looked up from his phone, attention shifting to the conversation. Graham was leaning quietly against one of the crystalline structures in the consol room, head perking up in interest.

“What was it? Wait, don’t tell me. Can I guess? I love guessing games.” The Doctor squinted hard at Yasmin’s face, attempting to decipher the reason for Yaz’s peak in mood.

Yaz bit the inside of her cheek. “Go ahead.”

“Did your sister quit pestering you about your room?”

Yaz snorted, “That’d be a miracle.”

The Doctor’s nose scrunched, eyebrows ruffled in thought. “Am I close?”

Yaz paused thoughtfully. “I suppose my mother can stop asking me on a certain aspect of my life. So, close in that some of my family will stop pestering me.”

The Doctor’s hands rested on the TARDIS console as she leaned against it. “Has to do with family… what does Yaz’s mum ask about?”

Yasmin nearly laughed at the Doctor’s expression, nose scrunched up in thought and her hand ran through her blonde hair. “Want me to tell you, Doc?”

The Time Lord’s nose scrunched impossibility further.

“Can I have a go?” Ryan stood up from the ledge leading up to the console.

Yaz nodded, still grinning.

Ryan’s eyebrows furrowed as he scanned Yaz’s face. “Did’ja get a new case at your job? Better than just some parking dispute?”

The Pakistani woman laughed and shook her head ‘no.’

The Doctor began wandering about the TARDIS while mumbling along some sort of thought process. The Doctor quickly spun around, eyes wide, “Does it have to do with dating? Yaz’s mum was talking a lot about your dating.”

Yaz let out a dry laugh, “Or lack thereof at the time. But yes.”

“Ooh,” the Doctor’s eyes glittered, “What are they like?”

Graham raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, “Do our relationships really amuse you that much?”

“Well, Yaz is a friend and I was told,” the Doctor nodded towards Yaz, “that friends are supposed to talk about these things.”

Ryan snorted.

The smile still had not left Yasmin’s mouth, “They’re a person I’ve liked all my life. So it’s a bit of a big deal, yeah.”

A wide grin split the Doctor’s face, “Brilliant! That’s absolutely brilliant, Yaz!”

Ryan’s eyebrows scrunched, barely getting part of “But that’s…” out before his eyes went wide, lighting up in realization. “Oh, mate! That’s fantastic!” He ran up to Yasmin and clapped her on the back, congratulating her excitedly.

Graham smiled and walked over to Yaz, his well wishes a touch less energetic than Ryan’s, but no less enthusiastic.

Amidst the cheering and congratulatory praise from the two other humans, Yaz glanced over at the Doctor who was clearly distracted, something occupying her mind. The Time Lord fiddled with the TARDIS controls, contemplation drawn across her features.

The Yaz’s hand clenched. Yaz refused to feel guilty. The Doctor had had her chance.

She had her chance and she broke your heart.

Yaz turned away from the Time Lord who was deep in thought.

No matter how brilliantly a star shines, even the woman who falls in love with the stars will eventually move on to a glowing flame that will shine solely for them.

“You know, when I was little I was jealous of the stars.”

You hummed, turning to look at the side of Yaz’s face. The both of you were laying in the grassy field looking up at the night sky.

“What d’you mean?”

A smile danced across Yaz’s face as she raised an eyebrow at you, “I’ve liked you since primary, you know.”

You huffed, “You told me. And I already apologized for not noticing, didn’t I?”

Yasmin laughed, “I know. I know. Sorry, it’s just fun to tease you about it.”

You groaned.

A soft chuckle left the other woman’s chest.

“But I couldn’t stand how they were the only thing that got your attention back then. I thought that I would always be second best, you know?” Yaz turned to face you, a few strands of her hair loosely fell across her face. “And when you fell in love with the Doctor, that sort of solidified it.”

Her eyes scanned your face, something resembling awe and disbelief and so much more danced in her chocolate pools.

“At some point, I think I realized that the best way to get close to you, for you to notice, would be for me to understand your love for the stars.”

Your head tilted slightly, “Is that why you remembered the story? The one I liked as a child?”

She nodded.

“I thought if I could understand it, I could understand your love for the stars, that,” a blush bloomed in Yasmin’s cheeks, “I thought that I could make you fall for me too.”

You felt your own cheeks flush with heat.

“Well, I think it worked.”

Yaz’s eyebrows drew together, confusion lighting in her eyes.

“What you said about falling stars, I think that’s when I started to notice—really notice,” you felt fire light beneath your skin admitting this out loud, “I think I saw you a little before, but you were right. I was so obsessed with the stars that I wasn’t really aware of anything else around me.”

“The Doctor,” unconsciously, you played with the grass between your fingertips, “somehow she equated the stars and I couldn’t help falling. But when you told me about a falling star—a star that was willing to fall… Falling stars are meant to grant wishes, and you seemed to make mine come true, no matter which star I wished upon.”

Yaz fully turned her body to face yours, lying on her side in the grass.

“Even though I fell for a star that didn’t want me, you were always there.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Yaz’s eyes were soft, a warm bubble of affection in her chest.

“Can I ask you something, Yaz?”

She hummed softly in acknowledgment, waiting for you to continue.

“Why did you urge the Doctor to take me to the Orion Nebula? When I asked, you immediately were pushing her to do it. I heard you in the hallway after I had asked her.”

Yasmin paused.

“I wanted to see you happy, I wanted to see you completely star-struck. You’ve always wanted to see it. I remember ever since we were young you had said you wanted to see space dust. And I thought—“ Yaz took a deep breath, “I always wanted you to look at me the way you looked when talking about that Nebula, the way your eyes shone when you finally got to see it up close.”

Yaz rested her forehead against yours, her breath soft against your lips, “I always wanted you to look at me the way you gazed longingly towards the stars.”

You lifted a hand, brushing the stray strands of hair from Yasmin’s face.

“Yaz,” you swallowed thickly, “To me, you are the stars.”

A shaky breath intertwined with a laugh left her lips. Yasmin leaned in, lips brushing yours. “And you were always brighter than the stars to me.”

You buried your face into your pillow, groaning at the light that managed to shine from between the blinds. You were about to turn over before realizing there was a light weight thrown over your side. You shifted slightly underneath the covers, your bare body unable to move much more without actual effort being put in. You turned your head, the view causing a soft smile to bloom across your lips. Yaz’s peaceful expression against the pillow made your heart flutter, a sense of calmness washed over you. You had lain your head back down upon the pillow, starting to drift off when you felt her hands begin to wander slowly. The minx —you turned your head to see Yasmin’s eyes still closed but a repressed smile on her lips.

“I know you’re awake Yaz.”

Yasmin lightly hummed, opening one eye, something mischievous dancing in her chocolate iris. Before you could comprehend what was happening, Yaz rolled on top of you, her bare chest flush with your back and you blushed.

“Yaz!”

An impish grin plasters itself to Yasmin’s face as she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear. You felt your cheeks and ears tingle as they turned pink—Yaz slowly left a trail down your neck, exploring your shoulders, following the dip in your back. Your breath hitched once she reached your lower back, about to say something when she scooted back up again, peppering your shoulders with pecks—like the stars in the night sky.

You managed to flip yourself over while under the caramel-skinned woman. “Honestly.” You huff out, your eyes twinkling with mirth.

Yaz giggled, pressing her lips to yours, a grin plastered to her face. She slowly started to trail lower, beneath your chin, along your neck, dipping down to your clavicle.

“We can’t Yaz, I have to get to work.”

Yaz pouted, giving the best puppy eyes she could muster.

You rolled your eyes, “I’d love to spend all day with you here, but unfortunately I’ve got to get into the office today.” You kissed her cheek, leaning up to whisper into her ear, “If you’re good I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

You could feel her shudder above you, “Deal.” Yasmin rolled off of you, dragging some of the sheets with her as she went.

You sat up and stretched your limbs, the covers sliding down your body as you yawned.

Yaz glanced back at you as she pulled a fresh shirt from her closet, eyes roaming slowly as a small smirk edged its way onto her lips.

You quirked an eyebrow in response, “What?”

“Nothing,” she sang, turning back around to finish pulling on her shirt.

“You’re childish,” you huffed.

“Nope, just in love.”

You fought the blush that crept up your throat as you turned away, “Cheesy.”

The grin on Yaz’s face was hidden by her turned head.

You groaned once more, stretching, before going to your wardrobe to change. Your head perked up as you remembered something Yaz had told you a week ago, “Oh yeah, aren’t you going off with the Doc today?”

Yaz nods her head as you turn, zipping her jacket, fully dressed. “Yep. Said she’s taking us to some galaxy to see a planet with,” Yaz raised her hands to move her fingers in air quotes, “‘a lot of cats.’”

You snorted as you did the button to your trousers, “Descriptive.”

“Very.”

You sighed, “Well, I guess send me a text when you get back.” You buttoned up the front of your shirt, “Maybe I should just calculate how close she gets to dropping you guys off on time.”

You nearly jumped when you felt Yaz’s arms wrap around your torso from behind. Her arms pulled you against her chest and you felt her breath fan over your exposed skin.

“What?” You attempted to look behind as she nuzzled against your neck.

“I’ll bring you back a souvenir.”

You paused, confusion flitting through your irises. Once the meaning of her words dawned on you you shook your head. “You don’t have to, I’m not—”

“You’re sad,” she interrupted, still nuzzling against your skin.

“I—”

“I know.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure what to say.

“Yaz.”

She hummed against your skin.

“Thank you,” you tilted your head to rest against her briefly.

When you lifted your head from hers, Yaz lifted from your shoulder, placing a lingering soft kiss to your cheek.

“Always.”

Yasmin and Ryan laughed boisterously as they stepped briskly side by side, their latest adventure involving an absurd amount of people that looked like cats, resulting in the group being chased around due to a sack of catnip stuffed in the Doctor’s bottomless pockets. Yaz and Ryan both turned into a shop, obviously meant to attract tourists (tourists shops hold a similar feeling whether you are on earth in the 21st century or hundreds of light-years away over 3000 years in the future) that had various memorabilia of nearby interplanetary landmarks.

The Doctor heaved a sigh before stepping into the glittering shop, knowing there was a strong possibility of spending much longer than just a few minutes to let the humans peruse the shelves. The Time Lord’s eyes lazily scanned the various trinkets, many of which were pulsing odd colours. A complete bait shop for those with a loose hold on their wallets. It hardly mattered how far they evolved, humans were attracted to glitter and sparkles like moths to a flame.

The Doctor walked among the shelves, only half processing the knickknacks around her. Ahead of her, the Doctor could see Yasmin’s eyes boring intently on some sort of trinket before removing it from the rack, a determined crease set on her brow as she caught up to Ryan who had become distracted with a frivolously coloured bird. A dark pendant with flecks of light made the Doctor halt and run back once her brain had processed it.

The stardust swirling within the deep blue, nearly black, pendent had the Doctor mesmerized. It was a single snapshot in time. A Nebula, the Nebula she had taken you to. It was your first request on the TARDIS. You had always wanted to see the Orion Nebula up close, to be able to view the splendor of the gaseous form in all its glory. The Doctor couldn’t refuse such an enthusiastic request so she had taken you. Yaz had prodded her in private, but it was completely unnecessary, your look of joy when she had agreed sent a flutter through her chest. The Time Lord remembered how you had gasped when she had opened the doors, the light of a million stars dancing in your eyes, the pinks and blues and purples dancing across your skin. She remembered when your eyes would look at her with the same endless wonder.

The Doctor exhaled. Maybe she could...

Yaz stepped away from the counter, her purchase in a small bag. The Doctor quickly stepped away from the display, pretending to busy herself with an odd range of hats.

“Doc, you coming?”

The Doctor nearly jumped. “Yeah. I’ll be out in a minute. Have a question to ask, off you pop. It’ll just be a sec.”

Yaz merely arched an eyebrow, eyeing the assortment of hats that were in front of the Doctor. A bright red fez (not dissimilar from the one that came from the Kerb!am Man) sat on the rack.

“You better not be planning on getting one of those. I’m sure someone would chuck it into a supernova if given the chance.”

The Doctor’s thoughts immediately landed on you. That definitely would be something you would do. A small smile manages to work its way into her lips.

“No hats. Promise.”

The Doctor lay on a couch in the TARDIS library, the back of her heel bouncing against the arm. Her coat was absent around her shoulders, her sleeves rolled up, forearms bare.

Should she?

Nah.

But…

The TIme Lord grumbled to herself. Why was she so indecisive?

The Doctor sat up, pushing herself to her feet and making her way back into the console room.

She did make the effort to park there after all…

After pacing back and forth a few times, the Doctor shrugged on her coat.

She hadn't parked the TARDIS there in ages. She had found it too awkward. Too close. It was just outside your door. You would always be the first one inside, excited eyes looking up to her as you bounded through the door.

It wasn’t an accident.

The Doctor took a few defiant steps towards the door, hand held up to grip the handle. She stopped right before the old metal protrusion, hand hovering over it.

The Doctor’s hand lowered, never touching the handle.

She turns away from the door and stalks back to the control panel, fiddling with the endless buttons and leavers.

A low hum emits from the room.

“Oh, shut up.”

Various pitched noises sound from points in the room.

“Oi! I am not!”

The noises following have the Doctor marching towards the door, yanking it open. She paused, staring up at your window. She could see the door of your flat.

The Time Lord bit her lip.

No. Not the right time.

She gazed intently at your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of your form.

Maybe if you saw the TARDIS, would you come to see her?

The Doctor perked up when she saw you lumbering slowly behind the curtain.

Your hair was messy, obviously bed head, and a mug in your hand and you rubbed the sleep out of your eye.

Cute.

The Doctor was snapped out of her staring once she realized you were about to push the curtain to look out the window. In a panic, the Doctor slammed the door shut, hearts racing in her chest.

That was close.

The Doctor rushed to the console, ready to just hop to the day she was supposed to pick up Yaz and the rest of the gang. She hesitated with her hands over the controls.

If you were still looking out the window then you would most definitely see the TARDIS disappear and it would look like she was running away

She was.

The Doctor shook her head. She wasn’t running away. Tactful retreat. That’s what it was. She simply wasn’t ready to face you head-on with her emotions.

The Doctor sat down. She would wait a while before she moved the TARDIS. She didn’t want to give you the wrong impression.

That happened when she ran away from your kiss, though, didn’t it?

The Doctor told the voice in her head to shut up.

The Doctor took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling afterward. She was going to do it. It was time to stop running. She opened her closed eyes, staring intently ahead, determination in her hazel eyes.

The Doctor had spent countless hours contemplating, going over scenarios, and debating with herself (and occasionally the TARDIS) on how to act on her affections towards the human who had been absent from her recent adventures. The Time Lord had eventually come to the conclusion that she had been running from things she didn’t want to face long enough. Loving humans always came with heartbreak. She could spend the rest of your life at your side, but she could not spend the rest of hers with you. She would most certainly out-live you. You were a human, you would wither, and you would die.

The Doctor sucked in a breath, clearing her head. She had come to her decision, no lingering uncertainties could deter her now. You were worth the heartbreak in the end. If it meant you would be by her side, those eyes shining at her like she was all the stars in the sky, then anything was worth it.

Even if it broke both of her hearts in the end.

“All right, old girl, I’m going.”

A light ding emitted from across the room.

“Yes, yes. I know. I’ve been putting it off long enough. It’s not like you’ve been harassing me about it for the past few months,” the Time Lord grumbled, “I’m going to apologize and then tell her.”

A soft whir caught the Doctor’s attention.

“What’d you mean?”

A few chimes.

“Oh, that’s just silly.”

There was no response.

“Oh come on, You can’t really think that?”

A single beep.

“Well, I’m going to tell her. You’ve been pestering me for far too long and now all of a sudden you’re telling me that?”

A soft hum.

The Doctor groaned, head tilting back in exasperation, “Make up your mind then, what do you mean you aren’t trying to discourage me? That sounded like you didn’t want me to tell her.”

A few beeps and a flicker of lights was the decisive response from the machine.

“What does that even mean? ‘You’re on her side?’ What does that have to do with anything?”

A defiant hum.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re expecting, or what that means that you’re ‘on her side,’ but I’m not going to wait around any longer.” The Doctor sighed, “I’ve done that long enough.”

A resigned beep echoed through the room.

“She'll come back. Just got to apologize and everything will be back to normal.”

The TARDIS did not respond.

The Doctor checked herself over once again, smoothing her palms against her light greyish, lavender-blue coat. Good. She was good.

The Doctor dug out the pendant she had bought. The Orion Nebula. The moment she later realized was when she began to feel something for you. She loved the way your eyes reflected the stars.

You were the stars in her eyes.

The Doctor knocked on the door of your flat once and waited.

Nothing.

The Doctor hesitantly gripped the doorknob and turned. A soft click and the door swung open under the light force of her hand.

Unlocked.

Internally the Doctor berated you for your lack of safety precaution. Unlocked doors weren’t safe. The Doctor stepped through the wooden frame, looking for a sign as to where you may be inside. A soft noise of rustling had the Doctor’s attention drawn to your bedroom.

The Doctor trotted towards your room, door swung open, soft humming coming from inside. When the Doctor peaked around the corner to look inside her breath nearly caught in her throat. There you stood, finally in front of her, back turned while organizing your bookshelf. The headphones over your ears made you oblivious to the woman who had just entered the room, still humming along to the music playing from your phone.

The Doctor felt herself relax watching you slide a book in place, repeatedly bending to reach down into a small basket at your side to grab a new book. It was almost as if nothing had happened. You were always doing something in your room when she came to visit inside of your flat. Calling out to you would do little to gain your attention, so the Doctor leaned against the doorframe as she waited for you to turn around.

You reached down for another book, hand coming up empty. You looked down into the basket to see the remaining books had been placed on the shelf. You clicked your tongue as you stood back up. You turned towards the door to retrieve the next stack of books when you froze.

The Doctor was standing at the door of your bedroom.

You blinked.

You thought you would have had hallucinations when you were in the pits of your grief, not now. The soft smile and the quirk of her head seemed far too real. One of the Doctor’s hands reached up to tap on her ear and your arm mirrors the motion automatically, fingers brushing the bulky headphones. Your eyes widen in realization as you quickly slide the headset to rest around your neck, then thinking better of it, take them off entirely to set down on your bed.

“Hey.”

Oh god, it really was her. Unless, of course, you had rapidly developed some sort of acute hallucination that sounded incredibly clear and exactly like the Doctor. Neither thought was particularly comforting.

“Hey,” you greeted back, a bit weakly.

There was an awkward silence that settled between the two of you.

The Doctor seemed to snap out of some sort of trance as she pushed herself away from the frame, her weight supported entirely by her own two feet. “Sorry for barging in. Door was unlocked. Probably not leave it unlocked like that. Anybody could just walk in.”

You nodded mutely.

Another silence followed.

“Is there something you need?” your tone and expression were guarded, slightly on edge. You half expected the Doctor to just disappear into thin air, leaving nothing in her wake. She had done it before.

The Doctor scratched the back of her neck, a slightly abashed expression on her face.

“I came to apologize.”

A nearly blank stare with a tint of confusion was reflected back at the Doctor.

The Doctor took a deep breath, “I know I handled the situation poorly and I wanted to apologize properly. I should’ve talked it out instead of just avoiding you. I’m sorry I left you in the dust like that. I didn’t mean to just leave you hanging like that.” She hesitated, trying to choose her words, fidgeting slightly, “I’m not very good at dealing with my emotions—or others for that matter—but now I know I should have at least communicated to you that I need time to think.”

Your expression softened as you gazed at the fidgeting Time Lord. A soft sigh left your lips as your shoulders—incredibly tense and starting to ache from the pressure—relaxed. You couldn’t stay mad at her. Even when you were at your angriest during the whole situation, your anger was never towards her. “I forgive you, Doc.”

The Doctor perked up from her slowly receding stance. Internally, you thought she acted far too much like a fluffy dog in desperate need of attention. You stomped down the intrusive thoughts.

A lightness filled the Doctor. It wasn’t too late.

Doc swallowed harshly. It was now or never. Her fist gripped tightly around the glass in her pocket, praying that you would accept her affections.

“There’s actually, ah, something else I came to say as well.”

Your eyes flickered to hers once again, eyebrows drawing upwards slightly.

“I just wanted to say, I wasn’t rejecting you. Just needed some time to think. I’ve had so many people come and go,” the Doctor bitterly remembered some of the too-soon departures of her previous companions, “I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle losing you as well if I let myself give in to my emotions.”

The Doctor chuckled, a bit humorlessly, “I know I handled it poorly, and I want to apologize for any emotional,” the Doctor waved her hand in the air searching for the word, “strife I caused. But I came to the conclusion that I’d rather have to go through any pain that would follow instead of never having you by my side.”

A determined gleam was in the Doctor’s eyes, expression set as your name fell from her lips, “I love you,” she could hear the hitch in your breath, “I care for you more than I should—more than I should let myself—but damn it all, I love you and I don’t care that I won’t be able to spend the rest of my life with you, But I can’t stand the thought that you would still be out there and I didn’t try to at least spend some of it by your side.”

The Doctor’s eyes squeezed tightly shut as she repeated your name again, “I love you.”

She waited for an answer.

There was only silence.

The Doctor opened her eyes, the crease in your brow still had not gone away. You hadn’t moved. She observed how you worried at your lower lip, conflicting emotions in your eyes. As she scanned your form she realized, for the first time, that you already had a copy of the blue pendant around your neck.

The Doctor’s mouth opened, about to verbalize her confusion. Where had you received the pendant from? Her hand still clasped around the one in her pocket in bewilderment.

“Hey, I’m back!” Yaz’s voice came from the entrance of your flat.

That explained the pendent then.

Yaz entered the room where you stood with the Doctor. The Time Lord could feel the tension in Yaz’s form. She could easily understand any possible hesitance from you, but why was Yaz uncomfortable by her presence?

Wait .

Why was Yaz here?

Yaz never visited you on weekdays before.

Your face fell in temporary relief. “Welcome back, Yaz.”

She nodded once, side-eyeing the Doctor.

You nod your head in the Time Lord’s direction, eyes connecting with Yaz’s, “Came for a visit. Apologize and all.”

Yaz scanned the Doctor before looking at you. The human was quickly snapped out of whatever was occupying her thoughts, striding over to you in a few swift paces, placing a kiss square on your lips. You nearly stumbled back from the abruptness. A soft noise in the back of your throat was nearly swallowed, one of Yasmin’s arms circling your waist to draw you close.

Oh.

The Doctor felt her hearts fall.

Yaz pulled away and you gasped for air, a fresh shade of crimson staining your cheeks as you sputtered with wide eyes.

The Doctor’s eyes, that were glued to your face, looked into your eyes. She swallowed thickly. She finally took in your face fully. She saw for the first time since arriving that you no longer looked at her the way you looked at that nebula. That soft, awe-filled gaze was now directed towards Yaz.

Her lips pulled into a tight, forced smile.

“Right. Well, I'll be off then,” the Doctor turned to walk out the door. She hesitated, her feet at the frame. She turned her head back to look at you, “Ahh, you’re still welcome of course—if you want,” she added almost as an afterthought.

You nodded, a sad smile on your lips. Your eyebrows drawn in what the Doctor perceived as apology. There was clearly something you wanted to vocalize but didn’t. “Thank you, Doctor.”

She nodded once then continued her path out of your flat.

The Time Lord pushed open the doors to the TARDIS. A soft whooping noise resonated through the sentient space ship. The Doctor lightly patted on the console, a comforting sort of gesture, unclear who it was supposed to soothe exactly.

“It’s all right, old girl.”

The lights flickered.

The Doctor bit her lip.

Another noise, a ding from elsewhere in the room, caused a bitter chuckle to rise from the Time Lord.

“You were right. I should have seen it sooner. I should have done something.”

The Doctor grit her teeth.

“I shouldn’t have been so afraid,” the Doctor clenched her fist, “Because I lost her.”

To the Doctor, you had shone brightly. You eclipsed every light in the sky. To her, you were the stars.

But she was no longer the stars to you.

A/N: Ahhh, this has been a wonderful story I got to share with you all. For a bit, I wasn't totally sure I was going to make it. Procrastination and a fear of commitment can do wonders for making you avoid your own work, even if the original point of said work was to be stress relief.

But that all aside, I have finally updated the last chapter, so all of those people anxiously waiting to read completed fics, have at it. and to those of you that made it to the end? Congrats! You win the grand prize! a bucket of tears and many conflicting feelings running through your head! Hurrah! Gold star.

I do have a bonus chapter in the works that will be posted at an unspecified date of time and totally separate from this story. It really is bonus, the original story changes in no way but if I had more time and patience I may have added it here. I'll probably link it to here somehow? I have no idea how to use this site, somebody please save me.

God, it's late at night-morning—I'm rambling and have no place to take this string of dialogue. Should I tell you about myself? what I did these past two weeks? I stole a birdhouse and ate a lot of donuts. Maybe an end of game message for surviving the fic?

[queue static as the screen fades to black, a robotic voice in eerie surround sound despite there being no speakers]

Dear readers, I am so happy you managed to make it to the end (really, despite how poorly I treated you throughout this entire process). And for each and every one of you who have supported me through this story, to me, dear reader, you are the stars.

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More from The Heart of Magic!

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Today was going to be an interesting day, that was for sure. If anything, it certainly wouldn’t be boring.

Layla was driving after dropping her sisters off where they needed to be (Muna and Ayan at work, and Yasmin at school). Normally, driving was a moderately easy task for her, but today it wasn’t so easy because there were two things on her mind and had been all morning.

The first one was a typical one because she’d had that dream again. It always played out the same way, with the man about to take the Heart for himself, and the woman raising her arms and casting an unknown spell.

And she was no closer to figuring out what it meant.

Layla knew that obsessing over it wouldn’t help, that it was better to just keep checking back and finding ways to figure it all out than to wrack her brains and force it.

But she couldn’t help it. Her mind wouldn’t allow her a moment’s peace with this lack of information.

It was so maddening that she didn’t know what it was and how it would affect her life, and the lives of her family and friends. More than that, it scared her. The lack of knowledge and understanding made her absolutely terrified for what it all meant and what might happen. Not knowing the risks and details about anything always made Layla anxious and scared, no matter how much she told herself that it was irrational to feel this way.

There was no way that she would be able to know everything, and she needed to be patient and slowly try to figure out what was happening with her dream and how that concerned her and her sisters. Which was easier said than done in her mind. She wished that she felt that way, but the fear had a hold of her, and she had a difficult time convincing herself most of the time. She needed to know everything, and she hated that. She hated that she could just let it go, just let something like this lie, or even just wait a little while until she had more information. Every single second without any details made her more and more afraid, made more and more paranoid about what would happen to her, or worse, her sisters, her friends, everyone she cared about. Hopefully, she could overcome that someday, or at least have less frequent paranoia spells, but that just wasn’t happening today.

The second issue was much bigger. One thing that could spell the difference between danger and safety, for herself, her family and friends, and both the magical and Mortal realms.

Layla was stopped at a red light, struggling to not reach up and touch the gem that was now around her neck, trying to keep both of her hands on the steering wheel. The light turned green after a few moments, and she started driving again, trying not to make it too obvious that there was anything amiss.

She didn’t want to accidentally tip anyone off about The Heart. After all, there were so many who wanted to get their hands on it, and while she had it on, there was no way that she would be 100% safe moving through the public. There would be someone who was looking for it, who would want it for their own needs and schemes. She couldn’t allow anyone to get their hands on it.

A second later, she sighed and rolled her eyes at herself, quickly rebuking her momentary bout of paranoia. There was no one who could see her in her car, so there was no reason for Layla to be on high alert like she was at that moment. Still, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the Heart around her neck. She was thankful that she and her sisters had decided to cast the glamour charm to conceal it, as that made her slightly less paranoid, but it wasn’t just that. She could talk herself out of being seen with the Heart because of the glamour charm.

It was the Heart itself that was the problem.

The Heart was emitting that same energy that it was giving off when she and her sisters were holding it in the house. That powerful magical energy that felt so evil and malevolent that it hurt emotionally and almost physically to keep a hold of The Heart. It was almost crushing her, making her deeply regret taking the first watch over it and not want her sisters to go near it.

Layla quickly found a nearby parking lot and managed to safely park the car, leaning on the wheel and swallowing hard, hyperventilating for a few moments before being able to stop, although the effects of the Heart still left her hands shaking on the steering wheel. Layla blinked and took deep breaths, squeezing the steering wheel, trying desperately to ignore the energy coming from the Heart. It was nearly suffocating her now, bringing her close to tears and making her entire body shake with the effort.

She thought about the library and tried to focus on that, even with the energy trying to get her. That was the first thing that came to her mind, and she was going to cling to it with every fiber of her being, magic of the Heart be damned. It was so hard, though, with everything happening so much and the air around her becoming heavier and more cloying. It made her think about the time when she was sixteen and one of the girls who bullied her had punched her in the stomach. The wind had been knocked out of her, and she could feel that right now.

Still, she tried to concentrate as best as she could. The library was an amazing place for Layla to be, and she smiled thinking about it. She had been working there for the last three years and loved it there. She loved the inherent comfort of it. The books, her coworkers, she loved them. Everything about her job was incredibly rewarding and felt like a safe place to be. It was a place, besides the Lair, that she could feel truly like herself and didn’t have to hide herself as much as she normally did. Plus, some of her coworkers were Casters, too, so that was great!

Too bad today was her day off.

That was the funny part of all of this, if she could find anything funny right now. The Heart was making sure that she couldn’t.

Not that she was super upset about it. She absolutely loved her job, but the work was sometimes tedious, and the patrons could be difficult to deal with, so she was glad to have a break whenever possible. But Layla didn’t just want to sit around the house all day and felt like going out, so she had decided that she would spend some time at the mall and look around, maybe buy something. She wasn’t sure about that, though.

Somehow, her idle thoughts about the mall and her job managed to pull her out of her state. Her hands were still shaking slightly, but the energy wasn’t as strong, so Layla found it was safe to continue driving, but not to the mall. She no longer wanted to go, didn’t think it was safe for her to go there with this…blight around her neck.

With a quick deep breath, Layla cast another calming spell on herself to stop the shaking. This one was temporary, just long enough for her to drive home before it wore off.

It seemed like no one had seen her, she thought as she pulled out of the parking lot, and Layla was eternally grateful for that. The last thing she needed was someone seeing her freak out like this. That would’ve been very embarrassing, not to mention there was no way she could explain what happened, as that would require her to reveal the Heart.

She started driving again, desperately trying put the Heart out of her mind, and it worked. It really worked. She was able to make sure she concentrated on the road and didn’t get distracted by the Heart or her own thoughts.

For the moment, anyway.

Layla could feel the calming spell wearing off as she desperately tried to unlock the apartment as quickly as possible, feeling her hands starting to shake again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she unlocked the door and quickly stepped inside, shutting the door.

Finally. She was home. And that mean that she could take the necklace off and watch it without having to wear it. Thank goodness for small mercies.

The second after she locked it, Layla collapsed in front of the door, barely finding the strength to remove the Heart from her neck and drop it on the ground, away from her.

This was too much. The evil energy, it was too much.

She was on her knees now, struggling to catch her breath again, just like when she was in the car. Slowly, though, it became easier. Slowly, the energy died out, until it was barely there. The Heart just looked like a normal

With one last deep breath, Layla slowly stood up, picking the Heart up, as well, holding it by the silver chain. She looked directly at the red, heart shaped gem, wondering how she would be able to protect it without having another attack.

Instantly, she could see her dream again, but something was different. This time, she could see the woman clearly, as well as the Heart. For the first time since she began having these dreams weeks ago, Layla could see something more than just vague shapes and surroundings. Namely, the woman holding the Heart.

A blonde white woman, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. She was fending off the man and his cronies, casting spell after spell, before the vision cut out again.

Layla blinked. She hadn’t quite expected that. But it was nice to get something new out of her dream.

The face of the man and his lackies, as well as the forest, were still unclear to her, Layla thought to herself as she rushed to her room to leave the Heart there for a little while. It was an interesting revelation, even if it wasn’t as much information as she had hoped for. Who was that woman? She was obviously protecting it, but from who? And why? When had this happened?

There were still so many questions, and only so many times that Layla could ask herself those very same questions before she became completely frustrated and just gave up, but she had to keep trying. She had to keep going and make sure that she knew what was going on, even if it meant sitting in more frustration. She didn’t like the sound of that, but there wasn’t much that she could do about it.

Layla wished she could’ve seen more, but this was something to go on. It still wasn’t what she needed, but it would have to do for now. She would tell her sisters when she saw them later. After all, she couldn’t go through this alone. May they would be able to help her more.

Layla quickly went to her room, placed the Heart, as well as her phone, on her bed, and walked out, closing the door and casting a protection spell for good measure. Couldn’t be too careful. She felt momentarily bad for her small bit of paranoia, especially since she was able to talk herself down in the car, but she just put it out of her mind for now and went to the bathroom.

Layla closed the bathroom door as soon as she stepped inside and immediately turned on the sink, washing her face. She looked at the mirror after drying her face and gasped a little, not believing what she was seeing.

Sure, she looked generally the same (brown skin, brown eyes, black hair currently tied up in a bun to accommodate her hijab). No, that wasn’t the issue. Normally, this was one of those times where she thought that she didn’t look so bad. But now, she had scared herself a little bit.

There was only one question on her mind right now: had she always looked this tired? This haggard? Like she hadn’t slept in months, let alone weeks?

There were dark circles under her eyes, as well as a general feeling of exhaustion about her. She rolled her eyes, irritated. This was not something that she needed at the moment. She dried her fact on a nearby towel, then summoned the strength to look at herself in the mirror again., still in a little bit of shock.

Wait, what happened to me? she thought to herself, marveling at her face, wondering what was up with that.

Maybe it was just the effects of what happened with the Heart? Or her dreams? Or a combination of both? Layla desperately hoped that was the case, because this wasn’t helping her own perception of her appearance. And she didn’t want to sink too deep into that hole now if she could help it at all. She had enough to worry about, what with the Heart, her magic training, and her dreams, without her insecurities coming up and paralyzing her for the millionth time in her life. That wasn’t something that would be helpful right now, and she needed to halt those thoughts before they started up. Luckily, this didn’t happen very often, so it was relatively easy to keep herself from spiraling into a pit of self-hatred over her looks. And she could do that now.

Instead, Layla finished in the bathroom and walked out of the bathroom, quickly stopping to make sure that the Heart was still in its place on her bed. She grabbed the chain, as well as her cell phone, and walked out of the room, heading to the living room to watch TV, holding the Heart as far away from her as she could. Maybe watching TV would net some kind of distraction.

She wanted to tell her sisters about everything, and she was upset that she couldn’t at the moment, as she sat down on the couch and leaned back. She placed the Heart next to her. She wasn’t going to risk wearing it again. Layla picked up the remote and turned on the TV and searched until she found one of her favourite shows playing.

This would help her distract herself for now. Even with the looming threat of the Heart being there with her, at least the energy was minimal. It still made her uneasy, but not enough to completely overwhelm her.

This would do until her sisters were done and came home.

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Nathan: [Tries to forget about their moment as he shows up to set. He doesn’t talk to her much when they’re not shooting and laughs as the makeup artist hits on him] Don’t you think I’m a little too old for you, Yasmine? [Chuckles as he finds her cute]

Jenneva: [Doesn’t understand why he’s suddenly detached from her after the night they had. It almost makes her feel used and embarrassed. Entering the makeup trailer, she raises a brow and gives him a look as he openly flirts with the younger girl] Don’t fall for those baby blues, Yasmine. [Smiles playfully but it doesn’t reach her eyes as he seems so taken with the girl] Nathan, would you mind going over something with me in your trailer? [Fakes a smile as she can’t stand how cold he’s being towards her]

Nathan: [Catches her eyes but he isn’t sure what to make of it] Sure thing. I’ll see you tomorrow Yas. [Winks at her before following Jenneva to his trailer] What’s up? [Lets her inside, stuffing his hands in his pockets]

Jenneva: [Jealousy, embarrassment, and disappointment all courses through her veins as she enters his trailer and meet his eyes] What was that thing with Yasmine? [Raises a brow and hollows her cheeks, treading lightly as she tries to control her annoyance]

Nathan: [His brows furrow as he looks at her incredulously] That’s what you wanted to go over with me? [Blinks as he looks confused] She was flirting with me and I was flirting back.. [Shrugs] I figured when I didn’t hear from you that you came to your senses about me or something.. [Looks down at the ground before peeking up at her]

Jenneva: [Scoffs as he admits to flirting back with the girl, fueling her jealousy even more] Came to my senses? [Furrows her brows as she doesn’t understand the phrase before hollowing herself cheeks] Did that kiss mean nothing to you? [Asks the question with a hard yet vulnerable look in her eyes as she hasn’t been able to think clearly since then at all]

Nathan: Like.. realized I was a mistake. [Clarifies but he frowns as he listens to her] Jenneva.. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. [Laughs softly] I’m so obsessed with you. I can’t get you out of my head. [Bites his lip] I just.. didn’t want to ruin your marriage. [Swallows]

Jenneva: [Parts her lips to speak before stopping herself. Her features soften as she looks at him deeply before drawing in her lower lip as he mentions her marriage] Do you want me or not, Nathan? [Doesn’t even mention her marriage as her desire and longing is only focused on him. Her chest rises and falls as she moves closer] Or is it Yasmine that you want now?

Nathan: I want you but— [Trails off as she moves closer] I don’t feel this way about anyone but you. [Says softly as he gazes at her] But you’re married, Jenneva..

Jenneva: [Feels entranced by him as she becomes lost in his gaze and the sound of his voice. Her heart slightly aches at his words as she’s still bound to another] It’s hardly a marriage, Nathan. [Finally admits to herself as she stares up at him] I want you. I don’t want you with anyone else. [Whispers before acting upon impulse as she pulls him to her and kisses him slowly, easing into it at first before deepening it] I want to finish what we started.. I’ve been desperate.. [Traces his lips with her tongue, begging for permission as she takes his hands and places it on her backside]

Nathan: [Melts at her kiss and returns his, his arms wrapping around her] Mngh.. [Grips her ass as he chases after her tongue] I’m not stopping this time.. [Speaks against her mouth as he pulls off his jacket and shirt. He pulls her to straddle him on the couch] It was like this, wasn’t it? [Smirks as he makes her grind on his cock] I’m going to make you mine. [Growls as he kisses her neck and the tops of her breasts]

Jenneva: [Swirls her tongue over his in a teasing manner before sucking on the tip of it to stop herself from moaning from the way he grabs her mounds] Unghhh.. Good.. [Runs her hands down his chest and abs before moaning as they land on the couch. She closes her eyes and furrows her brows, gasping in bliss as the friction makes her pussy swell with need] Yes, just like that. [Sees the devilish smirk on his lips. She gazes at him heatedly, needing more as he claims her] You’re forgetting this part, Nathan.. [Removes her top and bra as she frees her breasts. Gripping his hair, she forces herself against his mouth to recreate the other night] I kept touching myself to you ever since that night.. [Moves her hips in a circular motion, getting her slick juices all over his pants as she can feel him throbbing against her] But my fingers aren’t enough.. I need this, Nathan.. [Reaches between her legs as she unzips his pants, slipping her hand inside to rub his cock over his boxers]

Nathan: [Groans as she rubs herself over his throbbing cock. He devours her breasts as she brings him to them, sucking and licking and kissing] Fuck.. you’re driving me crazy.. [His words are a shiver] I need to be inside you.. [pushes up her skirt and slips her panties to the side so he can tease her wet cunt] Fuck.. I want this pussy to belong to me now. [Swipes some of her juices and sucks his fingers]

Jenneva: [Breathes in quick succession as she feels the heat from his fingertips once he exposes her aching pink pussy] Oh my god.. [Grinds against his fingers, so desperate for his touch that she doesn’t care if it’s not enough] Take what you need, Nathan.. This pussy needs you too. [Loves how he claims her little cunt before her mouth waters as she watches him taste her juices] You’ll have to cum in it if you want it to be yours, Nathan. [Drags her tongue over his lips while holding his cock in between her pussy lips, soaking him in its sweet warmth]

Nathan: Ugh.. [Groans at her words, never expecting her to be so filthy] Fuck, baby.. [His head falls back as she teases his cock with her wet cunt] Oh my god.. that feels so fucking good. [Can’t wait any longer and lowers her into his dick] Mngh.. that married pussy feels so fucking good. [Slaps her cheek and grips her face as he spits on her mouth] Hm.. show me how bad you want my cum. [Grips her throat as he thrusts up into her]

Jenneva: [Smacks his throbbing cock against her wet folds before rubbing him onto her clit] I need you, Nathan.. [Demands lowly before gasping harshly as his tip pushes into her right pussy. Her body completely succumbs to the pain as he stretches her out] Oh my god, Nathan.. [Sinks down on his cock, walls tightening around his cock before clenching harder as he speaks his filthy words] Unghh! [Eyes roll back as she tastes his spit, her cunt becomes so soaked as she kisses him filthily, getting his spit back on him] I want your cum.. I’ve wanted your cum in my married pussy for too long. [Uses her hips as she bounces up and down his thick shaft, not holding back and not taking it slow as she’s so desperate for his cock] It’s so good, Nathan! [Grips his hair as she meets his thrusts, breasts bouncing against his face] Are you happy to finally have your cock in my married pussy? [Parts her lips, sticking her tongue out as she wants him to be filthy with her]

Nathan: [Returns her kiss, fucking her lower lip harshly] Fuck.. [His broad chest rises and falls as he looks up at her while she bounces on him] Mngh.. [His eyes roll back as she moves so fast, trying to concentrate on holding off. He grips her asscheeks and slaps them roughly] You’re gonna make me cum already. [Whines as he squeezes her breasts, spitting in her tongue. The sight of her so willing to be degraded catches him off guard and he busts inside her]

Jenneva: Mmm! I love your hands on me! [Shakes her ass as she feels his smack leaving an imprint on flesh] Nothing is stopping you, baby. I want to feel your cum in me. [Works his cock passionately, feeling his length hitting her cervix that she ends up moaning louder] Own this married pussy. [Swallows his spit, a filthy smile on her lips as she awakens something inside of her] Please, Nathan.. [Pleads desperately as she feels her frustration building up more and more until his thick load fills her entire cunt] Oh my god! [Pulls his hair as she milks out his tip until she feels her own release and pulls him against her] Nathan.. I fucking love your cock..! [Tears nearly fill her eyes as her body trembles, walls throbbing harshly]

Nathan: [He groans as she keeps pumping his dick after he cums, breathing raggedly] Fuck, baby.. [Shivers as she cums on his cock, holding her tightly] God.. you’re so fucking sexy.. [Groans as he lets her rest atop him while he’s still inside her] You’re mine now.

Jenneva: [Holds him against her as waves of pleasure courses through her, making her pussy clench and tighten around his girth] Yes, baby.. I’m yours now. [Gazes down at him, loving how he chooses to stay inside of her cunt. She slowly moves off of him as she quickly slips her fingers into her rawed pussy to collect their sex] I want to to taste you. [Keeps her eyes on his as she licks her fingers, moaning deeply as his taste is unlike anything she’s had before] Mngh.. You are mine now too.. No one else can have your cum.

Nathan: [Watches her movements and groans as she’s so filthy for him] Jenneva.. [Bites his lip as the sight makes his cock twitch] Mm.. are you threatening me? [Smirks up at her before pulling her down to wrap his arms around her]

Jenneva: [Feels her insides aching as he smirks at her. She keeps her body against his before leaning down to tug on his lower lip and suck on it—feeling insatiable for him] It’s more of a warning. [Coos sweetly as she gently rubs her ruined pussy over his cock] Say that you’re mine too. [Rests her forehead against his as she gazes at him]

Nathan: [Laughs softly before it turns into a loan as she rubs herself against him] Mm.. I’m yours too. [Gazes up at her, cupping her face to kiss her slowly] I can’t get enough of you.. [Bites his lip]

Jenneva: [Her heart races as she hears his words, but knows that she shouldn’t get too attached since he’s a single man] Oh, are you insatiable? [Moans into his slow kiss, savoring his taste and knowing that he can taste their sex from her tongue] I want to keep seeing you.

Nathan: I’m addicted. [Runs the tip of his nose along hers] I do too.. [Bites his lip as he knows he’s in for heartache but he can’t help wanting to be with her]

Jenneva: [Drapes her arms over his shoulders as she scratches the back of his scalp. She blushes as he returns the sentiment] I didn’t expect you to be so filthy. [Coos as she smiles mischievously, licking his lips]

Nathan: Me? What about you? [Muses as he looks up at her] I was shocked.. [Chuckles as he grips her face and kisses her after chasing her tongue] Mine. [His hand moves to grip her ass]

Jenneva: What about me?! That was all you. [Looks shocked as she giggles at him before kissing him in a playful manner] Unghh.. Yes, yours. [Bounces her ass against his hands before pulling away] What part of me belongs to you? [Raises a brow as she kisses his throat and moves down his chest]

Nathan: [Groans as she tells him what he wants to hear] All of you. [Growls lowly as she covers him in kisses]

Jenneva: [Moves between his legs until she’s on her knees] What about my hands? Those too? [Massages his thighs while her mouth waters as she sees his perfect cock] And my mouth? [Blows cool air on his member to tease him before licking off the light essence on his tip]

Nathan: [Groans as his breathing picks up] Mngh.. fuck.. yes that perfect mouth is mine too. [Shivers as she teases his tip with her hot tongue] Baby.. [His cock is throbbing again and he pushes it against he full lips]

Jenneva: [Lowers her head as he forces his cock into her mouth. Her eyes roll back as she releases hungered noises and sucks him off sloppily] It’s so good.. [Moans as she can’t believe how addicted she is to his taste. Stroking his length, she spits on his tip before her head rolls eagerly as she cleans it up]

Nathan: [His eyes roll back as she sucks his cock so good] Your mouth feels so fucking good baby.. [Threads his fingers through her hair and grips it as she torments him] God.. I can’t get enough of you..

Jenneva: [Stimulates his tip with her hand as she moves her mouth to his base, swirling her tongue all over his flesh] Good, I want you to keep having me. [Places her lips on the side of his cock, sliding her mouth along his length to give him attention everywhere that she can] Have you thought about fucking my mouth before? [Squeezes his precum out of his tip, looking like a desperate and eager cumslut before sucking it out of him]

Nathan: [She drives him crazy with how eager and filthy she is] Oh my god, Jenneva.. [His hips buck as she laps up his precum] You’re going to make me cum again.. [His brows furrow and his face is contorted into deep torment] Fuck.. [Cums all over her tongue and moans deeply]

Jenneva: Cum for me.. I need to taste it running down my throat. [Whispers before guiding him back into her mouth. She bobs her head up and down his shaft until he’s hitting the back of her throat] Unghhh.. Mmm.. [Holds back from gagging as her cheeks cave in from how deeply she’s sucking his cock] Nathan.. [Feels his cum shooting onto her tongue, she closes her eyes and moans from the taste as it covers her lips] It’s everything I want. [Swallows every drop and licks her lips before smacking his tip against the bed of her tongue] Give me more. [Begs as she sticks her tongue out and gazes at him, eagerly needing him]

Nathan: [Comes down from his high and looks at her cum coated tongue] God.. you’re a filthy little cumslut, aren’t you? [Growls as he grips her face and spits on her tongue] Shit.. you drive me crazy. [Pulls her back up to him] Why do you have to be married? [Whines]

Jenneva: [Eyes gleam with delight as he degrades her. She swallows back his spit before moving on top of him] I can’t help it. I’m crazy for you too. [Rubs herself against him, enjoying his body heat before she hears his words] Mmm.. I ask myself the same thing. [Whispers as she didn’t even think of him until now] I feel like I’m entirely yours.

Nathan: [Frowns as he hears her] Do you still love him? [Pouts as he holds her tightly, not wanting to let her go]

Jenneva: [Finds his pout irresistible as she leans in and gives him kisses. She pauses and thinks about his question before shaking her head] Not anymore.. [Admits quietly while looking deeply into his eyes] I care for him, of course. But the marriage.. it hasn’t felt like anything for so long.

Nathan: [Frowns as he hears her] Are you sure you won’t regret me down the line? [Bites his lip as he looks up at her] I don’t want to make things more complicated for you..

Jenneva: [Furrows her brows as she tries to understand his words before cupping his face] I want you. [Kisses him softly before nuzzling his neck as she has never wanted anyone as badly as she wants him] I’m not going to regret you. [Speaks truthfully] Do you not want to have me.. because I’m still married?

Nathan: [His heart speeds up at her words, loving the feel of her affection] I.. no.. I mean.. it’s not ideal. But I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you.. I wish you weren’t married. I would make you mine in an instant. [Laughs softly] I’m crazy about you.

Jenneva: [Listens to his words, trying to follow his thought process before understanding him] I’m more yours than I am his. [Finds herself laughing with him before smiling brightly] Mmm.. is it because of my great skills in the intimacy department? [Teases as she peeks down at his cock and smirks at the mess]

Nathan: You better be. [Bites his lip as he cups her face. He laughs] No.. it’s because I absolutely adore you. [Strokes her cheek with his thumb] But that.. yes.. I think you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.. and I’ve had a lot. [Smirks]

Jenneva: [Melts as she leans into his hand and relishes in his perfect touch] You /think/ I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had? [Raises a brow before scowling playfully as she pinches his nipple] Oh? Well I’m the last fuck for you now. [Stares heatedly as she already feels possessive]

Nathan: Well.. we should really go a couple more times so I’m sure.. [Jokes with her. He smiles at how possessive she is, liking it] Oh is that right?

Jenneva: [Grins as he makes her body feel hot] Mmm.. do you have the stamina for it? [Whispers before playfully biting his lower lip] Yes. Your cock belongs to my pussy now. [Smiles mischievously] And anywhere else that I want to put it in..

Nathan: Mngh.. [Whimpers as she bites his lip] I’m a multiple rounds kind of guy. [Licks his lips] Hmm I can think of a few places I’d like to put it..

Jenneva: [Takes in a breath as she pictures him fucking her from behind and putting his cock in places it shouldn’t be in] You’re very filthy, Nathan. [Speaks lowly as she keeps off of his cock so that he doesn’t feel how wet she is] If only your fans knew. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Nathan: I know. [Chuckles] But I’m very private. So you’re privileged with knowing such intimate details about me. [Runs his thumb over her full lips] You were really jealous earlier..? Or were you joking?

Jenneva: [Kisses his fingertips before hollowing her cheeks] I didn’t like that you were flirting with her. [Pouts as she licks his lips] You make me feel jealous and I’ve never been the jealous type.

Nathan: [Smiles softly, liking how she seems to have feelings for him too] Really? You could have fooled me.. [Teases her as he helps her get dressed and cleans himself up a bit] So.. what now.. with us?

Jenneva: Oh really? [Scowls as she squeezes his cheeks before giggling at him. She steals kisses as he dresses her before doing the same with him] I want us. [Buttons up his shirt before kissing his throat] I want to keep seeing you.. Do you want it too?

Nathan: [Melts as he loves her laugh] I want us too.. [Purses his lips] But.. this isn’t just some tryst in the middle of your marriage is it? I don’t want to be your other man forever..

Jenneva: [Stares at him in confusion before shaking her head] Not at all. We have a connection that I’ve never had with my husband.. or with anyone. [Sincerity is in her voice as she caresses his cheek] Being yours just proved that I can’t be with him anymore. [Kisses the tip of his nose before holding him against her] And me..? You’re not just doing this for fun...?

Nathan: [Listens to her, hanging on each word as he feels hopeful] Hah.. if I just wanted fun, don’t you think I’d choose someone who wasn’t married? [Pouts] It has to be you.. [Frowns as he kisses her neck and collarbones]

Jenneva: [Smiles warmly as she trusts his words] Thats true, or you could have some kink I don’t know about. [Giggles before she closes her eyes and basks in his kisses] My god.. I want your mouth on me all of the time. [Purrs before searching his eyes] I’m going to be all yours. This isn’t some flingy thing. [Says the term but doesn’t know if it’s right before laughing softly]

Nathan: A married pussy kink? [Chuckles as he grips her sides] We can make that happen.. [His hands are all over her] Flingy thing? [Laughs, finding her so endearing] You’re so fucking cute. [Bites his lip] I can’t believe I get paid to make out with you all day..

Jenneva: [Smiles coyly, feeling herself becoming so hot and excited as his hands roam her body] Shhh! I knew it sounded wrong. [Giggles while covering her face as she blushes] And you get paid to fake-fuck me. [Grins] That makes me sound like a whore. [Hides her face against his neck before lacing her fingers through his] It’s going to be difficult filming those scenes with you now..

Nathan: [Grins at her words] You’re gonna get me in trouble when I don’t hear James say “cut” and I keep tonging you down. [Laughs, covering her face and jaw in kisses before he groans as he hears someone knock at his door] Shit.. I forgot I have a scene. [Shakes his head as he gets up and kisses her forehead] Stay as long as you want.

Jenneva: [Messes up his perfect hair as he leaves kisses her flesh while she does the same] No, don’t go yet. [Whines as she pulls him back to kiss him deeply] I’m done for the day, but I’ll stay until you come back. [Fixes his hair and his outfit before kissing him again until it’s close to being enough]

Nathan: [Smiles widely as he hears her words. He returns each of her kisses, tilting up her chin] I’ll be back soon. [Kisses her head and slips out of the trailer to run to makeup and hair]

#type: smut #type: tension #type: angst #v: off screen love affair #c: make you mine

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