Miss Independant

Today was the day we took the twins home.

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I smiled understandingly at him. “I know how much you hate domestics-”

The Doctor stopped my speech with a look. “I don’t mind.”

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“And don’t forget to tell him about the mark!” Darcy called back.

I glared at her. My sister gave me an innocent smile before running away.

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My thumb pulled my shirt collar aside, revealing the tips of my mark. The Doctor traced his finger along the intricate designs. I visibly shuddered at his touch, a small moan following. My eyes fluttered, a feeling I hadn’t felt in almost a decade burning through me in a wildfire.

The Doctor noticed this. His fingers brushed over more of the designs, making his touch more pronounced. It was soft, yet determined. He was set on following every curve, every twist, and every turn.

“I’ve seen these before.” The Doctor mumbled. His eyebrows were scrunched up in disbelief, one would even dare say wonder. He had that same face in those Series Nine trailers, when he was standing in that golden room.

I looked at him, curious. “You have?”

The Doctor kept his hands on my markings, making me shiver. “After Dominic.”

The name made me shiver in a bad way. My eyes scrunched up in pain to get the image of Dominic out of my mind. I was with the Doctor, I was safe with the Doctor.

The Doctor had apparently been going through the same mental track. His other hand reached for mine, gripping it reassuringly. “Your magic had defeated Dominic, and you had fallen to the floor.” The Doctor explained, frowning. “I was terrified it had killed you.”

I frowned back, squeezing his hand tighter.

The Doctor paused, but kept his frown. “I ran up to you, thinking you had just died.” His fingers brushed the mark again. My shoulder pushed itself onto the fingers. “Then I saw this.” His hand gripped my shoulder, caressing down my side. A breathy moan escaped my mouth.

“Uh-huh.” I said dumbly.

The Doctor chuckled. He liked doing this, Twelve liked turning me into a quivering pile of mush. He leaned in closer, his mouth right against my ear. “I wanted you so badly.” He said in an almost husky voice. Story, he knew what his voice did to me! “And I still do.”

His voice, in that deep Scottish lilt, it was starting to make me pant. My eyes were half open, my body vulnerable to the feeling of his long fingers and deep Scottish voice.

Then, his fingers stopped for longer than I’d like. I reached up for his hand, gripping it.

“Don’t stop.” I pleaded. “Please.”

That was apparently a cue he had been waiting for. The Doctor pulled me closer to him, attaching his lips to my neck. His arm wrapped around my waist, to keep me close. His other he used to run up and down my back.

I moaned at all the feelings coming to me at once. My hand reached around to grab his silver hair, nearly clenching it in mine. I used my remaining one to support myself, support us both. It was very hard to do, given the fact that this was a bed.

‘Yes.’ The Doctor’s voice echoed in my mind, making me groan. ‘Keep making those sounds. The sounds only I get to hear.’

I was centuries old, but before him I felt like a blushing virgin. I took a deep breath, letting out a loud breathy moan. My hand clenched tighter in his hair.

The Doctor growled.

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“You would have to travel to The Grey Wolf Series, then look at me.” I explained. Evelina let out a small coo, so I started to gently rock her to sleep.

The Doctor nodded. He was picking up on this stuff a lot faster than I thought he would. Maybe he was just all the stuff I had told him in the past to help?

Scott let out a small hum, barely noticeable by me. The Doctor looked down at his boy, walking to his side. He held out his finger, letting Scott wrap his whole gist around it.

“That’s really all it would take? Eye contact?” The Doctor scoffed.

Meanwhile, I was praising the Story that I was already sitting down. My knees were weak seeing him have that dad moment with Scott.

“Yuh-huh.” I stared at his leathery finger held by Scott’s pale fist.

“Who came up with that nonsense?” The Doctor asked. He waved his finger lightly, letting Scott play with it. “Just look them in the eye, and a mark’ll show up on your neck.”

“A goddess who calls herself the Great Luna.” I answered, holding Evelina tighter. My arms felt a bit weak with that one. “And you also hear them in your head. Your souls join together, so it’s not like you would lose them.”

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“Why are you so curious?” I asked, being coy so he wouldn’t notice how bothered I was.

The Doctor looked up at me, apparently surprised by my question. He gave me a ‘pudding brain’ face. “Well I don’t want you to think you’re winning.”

“Winning?” I laughed. “Me having my mark before you is winning?”

The Doctor got up from his seat, walking over to my side. His blue eyes looked down at Evelina. I looked at our baby girl, seeing her falling asleep in my arms.

“Your mark says you met your soulmate.” The Doctor explained.

I tore my gaze from the slowly sleeping Evelina, staring into those handsome blue eyes.

The Doctor was staring back into my eyes, briefly glancing at my now bare shoulder. There was that look in his eyes, the kind I saw too often in Twelve.

“You want to see if you’ll actually get the mark.” I realized. “To see if my soulmate is you.”

The Doctor was silent. His face set itself in his now normal deep thoughts frown.

“Theta.” I began. “I said our souls join, not bodies. Of course it’ll show up for you. I knew the second I saw this that your’s was the one to match it.”

The Doctor snorted. I hated when Twelve did that. It was his self deprecating snort. “Did you now?”

I looked him hard in the eyes. “Yes, I did.”

The Doctor gave me a doubting look. That was my least favorite Twelve face. “You just knew it belonged to me? How could you just know? Just because you say you know everything, doesn’t mean you actually do.”

If I wasn’t holding Scott, then I would smack the Doctor into his thirteenth self. It hurt that he doubted it, hurt that he didn’t believe in it. It felt like ice in my heart when he constantly denied this, mocked the bond like it was some childish game. That wasn’t what it was. It was more than that!

Scott suddenly started to fuss. I looked down at the boy in my boy, gently rocking him back into a state of calm. “Just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean you get to doubt it.”

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