The Light at Tenth and Rose (Erotic Fiction)

   As I walked passed the threshold into the control room of the TARDIS, I saw my Doctor.  He’s leaned over the console staring at a monitor with a lanky relaxed charm that the last version of him never had.  His suit and tie was so trim and proper.  And that hair.  The only person who loved that head of hair more than I did was him.  Even at that moment, as he pondered some issue of time and space, his hands couldn't resist the call to run though the spiky universe of those follicles.  
"Whatcha doin?” I asked, curious if we were about to begin our next adventure.  I was still reeling from saving the Doctor from the Isolus but I was hoping for a moment to reflect and spend some time with him not running away from dangerous situations.  
“Oh just checking up on the ole’ girl.”
"Is she ok?"
"Oh ya!  She’s fine.  Where do you want to go next?  We could meet Shakespeare or visit the diamond waterfalls of Midnight, any where or when you want. "
"I need to go see my mother,"  I said knowing he won't be very excited about this.  He's learned to like Jackie but visiting her would not be his first choice. 
"Are you sure?  There are so many amazing places to visit.  Have you ever seen Pompeii?"
"I need to do this Doctor.  I've been away too long." 
"Too long?  We're in a TARDIS.  We can go back to any time."  
"I've been away too long. I need to see her. "  My Doctor, was always up for an adventure but never fit for real life. 
"Well ok." He said as he leaned back on one of the console room chairs looking a bit downtrodden.  This was the opportunity I had been looking for.  Some down time in the TARDIS with my Doctor and a reason to cheer him up with a little sexy persuasion. 
 Earlier, he had admonished me when I remarked that “they keep trying to split us up but they never will”.  He wanted to keep me around forever, but had already experienced so much loss he was wary to say "never’s and forever’s".  But if I was going to be traveling with this crazy man for a long time, we needed to establish something more intimate.  I had needs. 

Chance Encounters: Exercises in Sex Therapy Ep. 1 (Erotic Fiction)

    When the stranger slumped out of his seat and onto the floor, Albert froze.  He was petrified.  Crap, he thought as the awkward panic began to grow.  Albert had always feared that something like this would happen.  

Why is this happening to me?  Of all the people, on all the buses, it's the one person sitting right next to me.  

To make things worse, the attractive girl who sprang into action to assist the stricken man, noticed Albert's inability to move.  Their eyes met and he quickly turned away counting the seconds before the bus would let him off.  

What's taking so long?  

Finally the bus driver found a safe place to pull over and came to a stop.  Albert quickly got up and walked to the next stop.   He felt like a coward. 

    A few days later, while riding the same bus route home from work, Albert saw the attractive girl, get on and head his direction.  

Damn what is she doing here?
"Mind if I sit here?"  She said, stopping at his row.
Fuck, "Sure, no problem.", half smile, squirming.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Albert."
"I'm Clara," she said offering a hand.  "You were on the bus the other day when the guy collapsed out of his seat."
"Yeah, I was there." he answered cautiously.
"Why didn't you do anything?"
"What?"  She knew.
"You just sat there as a fellow human being fell to the floor even though you were sitting right next to him."
"Oh, I didn't want to get involved." He stated in his defense.
"What?  A man was in trouble and you didn't want to get involved?"
"That's just the way I am.  Why do you care anyway?"
"I don't know.  It just seemed sad to me that someone would be like that. "
"Well we can't all be so well adjusted.  This is my stop"
"I'll come with"
Albert's look of annoyance did not deter her.  As they made their way down the street, she continued her investigation.  How old are you?  Where are you from?  What was your home life like.  The questions kept coming.  What did I do to deserve this?, he thought.  But after a few more steps, her persistence got him talking.   He revealed that he was a latch key kid raised by a too young single mother.  Poor.  It started to feel ok to confide in her.  He had no idea why she was so interested, but his mouth kept moving.  He continued talking through his social anxieties and their obvious yet difficult to manage causes.  And how his own negative inner thoughts affected his daily life.  She listened intently and gave good advice on why people can feel the way they do and suggested techniques for dealing with these difficult emotions.  

Where did she learn so much about these things?