Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who and never will, but I own Charlene (The Protector) and any other characters that I come up with!
Author's Note: Another update! :D
Chapter rating: M for sex scene as seen below
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
They got to the bedroom, and though she had been confident about this before, now Carly was nervous. She had never done anything like this before. She did feel better that John hadn't done anything either. Not that she thought he did. John was a good man. So much better than any other man she met before. She knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt, and wouldn't force her to do something she didn't want to do.
Carly rubbed her hands together nervously as she turned around to find John in front of her.
She couldn't stop her heart from skipping a beat.
"I haven't done this before." Carly admitted, licking her lips and staring up at him nervously.
John chuckled, looking just as nervous as she was. "Neither have I."
"Yes, I kind of figured that since you haven't kissed before." Carly said with a nervous chuckle.
"Yes, well." John cleared his throat as if he was going to say something else, but he didn't.
Carly bit her lip as she glanced at the bed, just picturing her and John upon in. Kissing…his hands running across her body…tossing her breasts…and touching the place no man had ever touched before…
Just the thoughts of that made Carly flush. Though he couldn't read her thoughts, he could figure what she was thinking…because he was thinking the same thing.
Before he tried to take it any further, John turned to the door and went over to close it and lock the door, so no one would interrupt again.
He turned back around and stared at Carly. She looked so beautiful, even when she was nervous.
John licked her lips as he slowly approached her. "Carly, if you don't want to do this…" he started, and Carly cut him off.
"No, I want to." She breathed. "I want you, John."
Hearing those words, the man shivered, and he smiled gently. "Good…I want you too."
Excitement filled her gut, ecstatic he felt the same way. Carly met him half-way and she stood close to him, her hands resting on his chest. She stared up at him with her cheeks flushed.
John leaned down and his lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes as her arms slid around his neck, pulling him close.
Slowly, the kiss became heated, animalistic. Or at least it felt that way.
Carly groaned into the kiss as she tugged on his white shirt, untucking the cloth from his pants. While her fingers worked on his shirt, he worked on her pretty blue dress.
"Carly…" John moaned her name and heat filled her belly at the sound. Oh, it sounded so good, hearing her name in this way.
This made her deepen the kiss even more, biting at his bottom lip.
He gasped, and her tongue slid into his mouth, searching for his own. She easily found it.
John allowed their tongues to tangle together, starting a battle of dominance. As they kissed, he began to push her towards the bed blindly.
Carly let out a gasp of surprise as the back of her knees hit the back and she fell against it. Their lips broke apart and John panted heavily as his eyes met hers.
She could see the lust in them, causing her to shiver. "John…"
He licked his lips at the sound of his name. John's hands pushed the skirt of her dress up her thighs, slowly revealing her milky white skin. The cool air of the room brushed against her and Carly shivered as she sat up and kissed him.
John smiled into the kiss, and his hands cupped her face, his thumbs stroking his jawline.
Before the kiss deepened, Carly broke the kiss, earning a groan from him. She couldn't help the tiny little smirk from appearing on her face. Staring into his eyes, Carly unbuttoned his shirt and shoved it off his upper body once she finished with the buttons.
His chest was bare now, and her eyes grazed over his form. There was some chest hair and he was lean. There weren't too many muscles, but she didn't care. She thought he looked gorgeous and couldn't believe that this was happening right now.
Carly reached forward, her fingers tracing his chest. John shivered.
Soon enough, all the clothes were shed from their bodies, allowing them to gaze at each other's bare forms.
Biting her lip, Carly scooted back on the bed, so she was laying on the pillows. Her body was stretched out, allowing him to see all of her.
If he thought she was beautiful before, John thought she was gorgeous. Her bare body was a sight to behold. Every inch of her was perfect, at least he thought she was.
When he wasn't saying anything, Carly grew nervous. What if he didn't like what he saw?
"What do you think?" she asked nervously.
"You look…beautiful…" John told her, sounding out of breath. His chest heaved. It was so hard not to rush this…and pounce on her, taking her in a way he had always thought of.
Slowly, John crawled on the bed and moved so he was hovering over her.
As he did, Carly gazed up at him. "John…kiss me…" she whispered.
She didn't have to tell him twice. He leaned down and kissed her heatedly. His hands stroked her sides while Carly explored his back, then his backside.
John gasped the feeling, and she took a chance, squeezing his bum, just to see how it would feel. It earned a pleasurable gasp from him.
Carly smirked at the sound and squeezed again. John pulled back from the kiss, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Carly…" he groaned lowly in her ear. Then he pressed his lips against her neck, leaving heated kisses all along the length of her neck. It was her turn to groan as she titled her head back, giving her more access to her skin.
"John…oh…" she moaned as her hips involuntarily bucked up and John gasped again. He hardened against her.
Carly felt it and it took her by surprise. "What…what's that?"
John pulled away, looking down, and he flushed. "Oh…that's…that's me…" he sputtered.
It took her a moment to realize what he meant, then it was her turn to flush. "Ohh…"
"Yes…it's err…completely normal…" John blurted out. "I mean…so I've read…"
Carly just nodded, biting her lip nervously. There was silence for a moment.
"Do…do you still want to do this?" John asked softly.
"Yes…I do…" she responded. "I never wanted anything more…" She pulled him down for another kiss.
John kissed her back and again, it became heated rather quickly. Hopefully this time, there would be no interruptions…from either of them.
His hands continued their exploration, touching the sides of her breasts before he cupped one of them. She gasped at the feeling. John squeezed her flesh, enjoying the feel of it, then his other hand cupped the other one.
"Mm…John…" she moaned as his thumbs brushed against her nips. She bucked her hips and rubbed on him. He hardened even more, and she let out a moan of pleasure.
Oh, she couldn't wait anymore!
Without even thinking, Carly reached down only to grasp him in her hand. His hips jerked in response. He took her by surprise again when he cursed out loud.
It sounded so good to her ears and sent pleasurable shivers down her spine that she didn't think to even say anything about it. And she didn't want to interrupt what was happening
Biting her bottom lip for what seemed like the thousandth time, Carly slowly guided him to her entrance as she spread her legs. His hardened tip brushed against her and they both let out collective gasps.
John broke the kiss, panting. "Carly…I…"
"It's okay…" she reassured him. "I'm ready…"
He felt reassured enough to kiss her once again and he pushed his hips down, slowly feeling his cock enter her, stretching her out.
Her eyes rolled back at feeling. "Johnnnnnn…" she dragged out.
"Is this okay?" he managed to ask.
"Yes…just…just keep going…" Carly whispered and gripped his back as her legs wound around his hips, pulling him closer.
John gave a shaky nod and continued to push inside of her. When he broke through her hymen, she let out a cry of pain and her eyes filled out with tears as her nails dug into the skin of his back.
"I'm sorry…so sorry…" he muttered into her ear repeatedly, and Carly got a feeling of Deja Fu as if she had heard this statement before.
She ignored as she closed her eyes, trying to not focus on the pain because she knew it wouldn't last.
And it didn't.
Soon, pleasure replaced the pain. Carly was moaning his name repeatedly, each time getting louder and louder.
As the pace grew faster, she could barely think straight. It felt too good for words.
"Oh…right there…" John groaned into Carly's ear.
Carly moaned in agreement. After a few minutes, the pace grew even faster as did the moans and groans. Unfortunately, the end was nearing and she whimpered.
"Ohh…I'm so close!" Carly whimpered again.
"Mm…me too…" John panted.
She gripped his back again as she tried to move faster, even though she was already moving as fast as she could.
With a couple more thrusts, the end finally came, and they cried out each other's names before their lips slammed together in a final kiss.
A couple hours later, they were under the covers, cuddled together. Her head was on his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
John sighed, kissing her forehead. "This is nice…" he mumbled against her skin.
"Mm very…" Carly agreed with her own sigh. She yawned, rubbing her eyes.
John smiled down at her, kissing her nose. In response, Carly giggled.
"What's that for?"
"Nothing…" John muttered, smiling.
Carly shook her head with her own smile and she closed her eyes. "Mm…goodnight John."
"Night Carly…" he whispered.
She smiled, snuggling close. Slowly, they fell asleep together, basking in their first time together.
That night, it was time for the village dance, but before heading down there with John, Carly wanted to show off the dress she was wearing. It was nice royal blue one and it made her blue eyes pop.
It wasn't exactly form-fitting, but it happened to still be very flattering.
Carly twirled around a little, so John could see all of it. She stopped and smiled, placing her arms behind her back.
"What do you think?" she asked him.
John smiled and moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close.
"You look beautiful." John told her, and Carly blushed.
"Thank you." She smiled up at him. He smiled back and leaned down, kissing her lips.
Carly closed her eyes, deepening the kiss. Ever since they slept together, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. They had to be careful though because they didn't want a lot of people to know about them. Joan was the only one who knew, and she was okay with it. She met a nice man, the other day, and he was going to be date to the village dance. They were waiting for Joan and her date to show, so they could all leave together.
Carly pulled back from the kiss and rested her forehead on his for a moment before she moved away. "I do have a question for you…" she started off.
"Do you happen to know how to dance?" Carly questioned. She didn't care if he did or not, but she wanted to be prepared in case she had to lead.
John paused. "Um…I'm not certain."
"Well, we best be careful then." Carly said with a teasing grin. "I hate for you to ruin my good shoes."
He laughed. "I guess we should." He grinned then, and leaned down to kiss her again.
The kiss deepened again, but it was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They turned around. One of John's arms stayed around her waist.
It was Joan, and her date, Jonathan.
She looked amused.
Carly and John blushed.
"Hi Joan." Carly greeted, smiling nervously.
"Hi Matron." John added as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
Joan just smiled. "Hi." She said as Jonathan simply waved. She changed the subject before things got more awkward. "Shall we go?"
Before either of them could respond, Martha burst through the doors, looking frantic. She looked scared too.
"Martha…what's…?" Carly tried to ask, but she cut her off.
"They've found us." Martha stated frantically as she marched up to her and John.
Carly's eyebrows furrowed in confusion while John looked frustrated.
"Martha, I've warned you."
She ignored him. "They've found us, and I've seen them – they look like people – like us, like normal." She started to pace, and Carly wanted to calm her down, but she stayed where she was, looking concerned as she watched her rant. "I'm sorry but you've got to open the watch."
When she mentioned the watch, Carly had a flash of something…the watch that had been drawn in John's journal. She shook her head light, the flash gone.
Martha looked over at the mantlepiece and her eyes widened. It was gone! "Where is it?" she demanded. Not even waiting for answer, she shuffled through the things on the mantlepiece hurriedly. "Oh my god, where's it gone?" She threw the thing she had in her hand back on the mantlepiece and stormed back over to the group of four. "Where's the watch?" She demanded John again.
"What are you talking about?" John asked, confused.
"You had a watch, a fob watch! Right there!" Martha pointed to the mantlepiece.
Joan looked at her annoyed, but Carly said nothing. Though she somehow knew that Martha was telling the truth.
"I can't see what concern of it is of yours." Joan stated with the annoyance clear in her tone.
Martha just completely ignored her. "But we need it…oh my god…" she covered her mouth for a moment, her eyes wide. "Doctor, Charlene…we're hiding from aliens, and they've got Jenny and they've…possessed her or copied her or something and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?!"
"Oh, I see…" John lowered his voice and spoke to Joan, Carly, and Jonathan. "Culture differences."
"John." Carly said lowly.
"What?" He didn't wait for a response though as he picked up his journal. "It must be so confusing to you. Martha, this is what we call a story."
Martha looked so angry, and Carly didn't blame her one bit. "Oh you complete…" She took a deep breath to try and calm down as she waved her finger to indicate John. "THIS is not you." Though she pointed at John, Martha also glanced at Carly too, and the blonde knew that the young woman was talking about her too.
It resonated with Carly…she didn't admit it out loud…not yet anyway.
"THIS is nineteen thirteen." Martha informed him.
"Good. This IS nineteen thirteen." John said slowly as if he was talking to a child.
This would make anyone snap, and snap Martha did.
Martha curled her fists in her frustration. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She gritted out. "But I've got to snap you out of it." She moved her hand back and smacked him clean across the face.
Carly gasped in shock while Joan exclaimed her name.
John was shocked too, unable to believe she smacked him like that.
"Wake up!" Martha exclaimed as she grabbed his hands and tried to pull him along. "You're coming back to the TARDIS with me! You too Charlene!" She added the last part.
"I…" Carly tried to say.
Before she could get him out the door, John snapped out of his shock and tried to pull out his hands from her tight grip, looking angry. "How dare you! I'm not going anywhere we an insane servant! Martha, you are dismissed, you will leave these premises immediately. Now, get out!" He managed to use her grip on his hands to drag her to the door and threw her out of the room.
Carly didn't know what to think of this.
John, on the other hand, looked annoyed. "Nerve of it, absolute cheek! You think I'm a fantasist, what about her?"
Carly snapped out of it and cleared her throat. "Well…John…you did have a fog watch, right where Martha said it was."
His eyebrows furrowed together.
"She's right." Joan added. "You did. Don't you remember?"
"I…" John tried to speak, but he shook his head and changed the subject. "Let's go to the party. Don't want to be late." He held out his arm towards Carly and she stared at it for a moment before she took it, letting him lead towards the party.
All the while, she thought about what Martha said and knew she had to talk to Martha about this, but no more hinting around. She would be getting her answers tonight.
At the party, John and Carly had finished their dance and were standing in the line to get their drinks.
While he wasn't looking, Carly looked around for Martha.
She didn't want John to know she was looking for the maid. It took her just a few minutes to finally spot and Carly saw her looking at her too.
Carly turned her gaze to John and touched his shoulder to get his attention. "Um…I'm going to find us a table to sit at."
"Alright." He nodded, and she kissed her cheek before going off to find a table. She ended up meeting up with Martha. They stood in front of her silently, waiting for one of them to break the silence.
It turned out to be Martha who spoke first.
"Ms. Geller…" she started.
Carly didn't let her finish. "What's going on?" she asked, or rather demanded.
Martha sighed. "I can't tell you…" When Carly started to protest, she held up her hand. "I'm sorry…but all I can say is that these dreams you've having, they're real. John isn't human…he's the Doctor…and your Charlene. The love of his life." Carly said nothing, and Martha sighed. "I know you probably don't believe me…but it's true. Why else would you recognize things you can't explain? Or these feelings you have for him that you can't explain? Or recognizing names and places you've never even been too? And even if you don't believe me, deep in your heart…you know I'm telling the truth." Then she sighed. "I'm really sorry for what I'm about to do, but it's for the best."
Carly was speechless, not knowing what to say to that. She didn't have time to respond because John came and interrupted, glaring at Martha as he slid a protective arm across Carly's shoulders.
"Oh, now really, Martha." He sighed heavily. "This is getting out of her hand. I must insist you leave."
"John, it's okay really." Cary tried. "She's not bothering me."
John didn't pay her attention and Carly huffed to herself. Before she could try again however, Martha pulled out something and the name rang in her mind at the sight.
"Do you know what this is?" Martha pressed, and he stared at it. He recognized it, Carly could tell from the look on his face. She did too, but she wasn't gonna say it out loud. She wanted to hear it come from his lips. "Name it. Go on, name it."
John said nothing as he slowly took it from Martha and turned it over in his hands.
"You're not John Smith." Martha said softly. "You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real. He's you."
Carly didn't say anything until she finished. "I think she's telling the truth…" she said, and John glanced at her, shocked. She licked her lips before admitting, "I've been having the same dreams as you have…"
Nothing else could be said as all hell broke loose.
A man named Clarke stormed into the dance hall, with a gun in hand. Knocking over a hat stand as he strided in, the people shrieked and moved out of the way.
"There will silence all of you!" he yelled as the people screamed. "All of you!"
Scarecrows filled into the room after Baines and Jenny.
John grabbed Carly protectively as they glanced up at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.
"I said silence!" Clarke roared when the screaming wouldn't stop.
The announcers' eyes widened. "Mr. Clarke! What's going on?"
Clarke turned and fired at the announcer, dissolving him into nothing. Carly put her hands to her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing as John's grip on her tightened.
Martha whirled around. "Mr. Smith, Charlene, everything I told you, just forget it!" she exclaimed in a harsh tone. "Don't say anything."
Baines shot his gun into the air. "We asked for silence!" he sneered, and everyone went silent. He sniffed. "Now then. We have a few questions for Mr. Smith." His lips turned up into a smirk. "And for Ms. Geller too."
John went into protective mode and a growl escaped his lips without even thinking about as he pushed Carly behind him.
"No, better than that." A little girl with a balloon said with a smirk as she joined Baines and Clarke. "The teacher, he's the Doctor, and the nurse's assistant…she's Charlene. I heard them talking."
Baines looked amused. "They took human forms."
"Of course, we're human!" John exclaimed, keeping Carly protected behind him. "We were born human! As were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mr. Clarke! What is going on, this is madness!"
Baines snorted. "And a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull."
Jenny shook her head. "He's no good like this."
"We need a Time Lord."
"Easily done." Baines raised his gun and aimed it at John.
"No!" Carly cried out, pushing John behind her. "Don't…don't hurt him!"
Baines smirked as he kept the gun pointed at them. "Oh, how sweet. His little protector." His eyes flashed to John. "Change back."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" John blurted out.
John couldn't help but started yelling. He was so confused! His mind was going into hyperdrive!
"I literally do not know…"
Jenny grabbed Martha, holding a gun to her head. Martha screamed.
"Martha!" Carly tried to jump forward, but John grabbed her around the waist, pulling her back.
Martha struggled into Jenny's grip. "Get off me!"
"She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny asked in a sneer. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"
"I don't know what you mean!"
Baines rolled his eyes. "Oh, Mother of Mine, you chose the wrong person for this." He nodded towards Carly and John's eyes widened.
It was too late. Carly let out a cry of panic as she forced out of John's arms and was taken hostage by Clarke, arm around her neck and gun pointed at her head.
"Carly, no!" John's lips curled into a snarl, which was completely out of character of him. "Let her go!"
The blonde struggled in Clarke's tight grip, but it was no use.
"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor?" Baines mocked while Carly and Martha struggled. "Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things, are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or the nurses' assistant? Your friend – or your lover? Your choice."
The Family of Blood, Part 1
And Human Nature is finished, yay! Man, I thought I'd never get this episode finished. Hopefully I can get the Family of Blood finished without a long break in between!
Anyway, leave reviews and tell me what you thought! Until next time!