Pairing: 11th Doctor/Nefertiti

Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)

Author: CorvidaeTigris

Summary: The Doctor didn't feel it particularly dignified to yelp, but what else did one do when Queen Nefertiti had one pinned against the side of the TARDIS?

...Revel in pleasure while your life endures
And deck your head with myrrh. Be richly clad
In white and perfumed linen; like the gods
Anointed be; and never weary grow
In eager quest of what your heart desires -
Do as it prompts you...

-Ancient Egyptian inscription ("Lay of the Harpist")

"Bye then, lovely meeting you, sorry about the MESS!" The Doctor didn't feel it particularly dignified to yelp, but what else did one do when Queen Nefertiti had one pinned against the side of the TARDIS? Not only that, but the gaze she threw at him reminded him distinctly of a cobra coiled to strike. The beauty and the danger of her made him feel a youthful thrill he hadn't known since…Probably best not to remember right now, he thought.

"Do you think I'll just let you leave without me…after all we've just been through?"

"You have the people of Egypt, Queen Nefertiti…" he continued to ramble in an effort to distract her…and himself. She was like an animal – her nostrils flaring as she breathed in his scent and her pupils dilating. Needless to say, she was not listening to him. He was not listening to him. Things were stirring and it was uncomfortable, especially considering how out of practice he was. She clearly did not have that problem, it occurred to him as her hands began to roam. What if he just…let her? No, no, no! I am NOT having sex with Queen Nefertiti! Her hand squeezed gently and again he yelped. "AH! Oh dear," he squirmed away and began looking at something on his device, "sorry, got some temporal news; hm, that's interesting-"

"Oh, what is?"

"Nothing, not interesting, not – ooh hoo! That's exciting!"

"Is exciting what you want?"

Another yelp escaped him as once again he found himself cornered. She was not going to drop this. "Now, listen here, Neffi, if you're to come with me, we can't be playing this game all the time-"

He was cut off by her mouth, which she used with expert sensuality as her hand slipped behind his head, gently forceful. When she slowly pulled away, he began stammering excuses, none of which were fully comprehensible.

"I'm not sure that you know how to play this game, Doctor. I am not simple. I know how to read people. Tell me why you resist so strongly, yet your body tells me so insistently that you want me."

The Doctor's mouth gaped a few times, searching for a good answer. "I…I…of course I mean no insult; you're extremely…beautiful and…smart…and clever and…what did you say my body was telling you? Because it could be lying."

She smiled knowingly. "It's been too long since you've been…humbled, Doctor. I, however, am too well versed in the language of men's bodies."

"Ah. Yes. Well. Unfortunately, I'm not a 'man' in the human sense, you know…"

"But you're no different. You're still part animal." She pressed her body against his again and placed a soft kiss under his ear.

"Neffi.."

Her mouth wandered upward and she gently grazed his earlobe with her teeth.

Again, the Doctor's mouth gaped a few times before letting out the breath he'd been holding.

"Bodies don't lie, Doctor. There is sweat on your brow, your breath is fast, and one heart or two, yours are pounding."

He was strangely quiet as he acknowledged her assessment as accurate. She was clearly not going to be distracted and he did have to admit that were he in his younger days, she would have been exactly the kind of fun he was looking for. But things as they currently were…well, that was a conversation he didn't like having.

Her expression changed as she leveled with him. "You've been telling me about this new page in your life: how you're going to have as much adventure as you can; how your last life was full of grief, anger and revenge. If you do not wish to repeat yourself, do something differently."

He looked frankly into her eyes. They were full of knowledge and experience. She was not unlike him: her enemies came at her in armies and she carried the well-being of a people on her shoulders, yet she knew how to get what she wanted out of life. And still he didn't know what to tell her.

She could see this reluctance in his face and she stepped back from him. "I would take no pleasure in forcing you, my friend."

"Neffi, it's not…I'm just…"

She held up her hand, waving away his excuses, and smiled kindly at him. "It is not often that I've had anyone in my bed as much my equal as you. I hope you are not offended."

He was about to answer when she strode past him into the TARDIS. "Now, what was so interesting and where are we going?"

TBC