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The Doctor was frustrated. He hadn't seen Peri Brown for several of his years, but for Peri,the absence could be as short oof as a matter of hours or minutes. But since he had changed, his latest reincarnation she had become more distant towards him.
He missed her company, her beauty, her curves, her humour and that kissable smile. But at the same time, she was still in love with her boyfriend, and turned him down several times on their trips, even when he had taken her to the most luxurious hotels that the Universe can offer. And then there was the episodes after his regeneration, their constant bickering, she found it hard to accept his transformation, his change of character, temperament. the doctor was aware that with this regeneration, his attitude had changed, and he seemed unable to resist, fight it. He had become brash, arrogant even intolerant.
It seemed centuries since he had last had sex. Even longer since he had made love' but those days were behind him, as he was; as far as he knew the last of his kind. Sure he could go back in time in the TARDIS, but that would, in the longer term make him more lonely, depressed.
He walked to the console, and started to turn the pages of his screen, his previous companions, and other females he had met during his trips.
He stopped at Marilyn Manroe, a lousy fuck, but none the less a great body. Queen Elizabeth 1st; known as the virgin queen, but the Doctor knew different. But he browsed the photos of his companions, and those he had met, seduced or coerced one way or another. Finally he came back to Peri, the feisty one, and one of his more recent companions.
She was young but intelligent and pretty, with great curves, and an interesting dress sense. He browsed her photos, watched the video clips of her, her heaving breasts, her silky brunette hair, and those dark eyes.
“Fuck it” he mumbled loudly as he walked to another part of the TARDI’s console, and started to search for some co-ordinates. Moments later he engaged the propulsion system, landing on a street corner to close where she was living.
He left the TARDIS, and started to head the few yards to her home, and knocked on the door.
Peri in Peril
The Doctor was frustrated. He hadn't seen Peri Brown for several of his years, but for Peri,the absence could be as short oof as a matter of hours or minutes. But since he had changed, his latest reincarnation she had become more distant towards him.
He missed her company, her beauty, her curves, her humour and that kissable smile. But at the same time, she was still in love with her boyfriend, and turned him down several times on their trips, even when he had taken her to the most luxurious hotels that the Universe can offer. And then there was the episodes after his regeneration, their constant bickering, she found it hard to accept his transformation, his change of character, temperament. the doctor was aware that with this regeneration, his attitude had changed, and he seemed unable to resist, fight it. He had become brash, arrogant even intolerant.
It seemed centuries since he had last had sex. Even longer since he had made love' but those days were behind him, as he was; as far as he knew the last of his kind. Sure he could go back in time in the TARDIS, but that would, in the longer term make him more lonely, depressed.
He walked to the console, and started to turn the pages of his screen, his previous companions, and other females he had met during his trips.
He stopped at Marilyn Manroe, a lousy fuck, but none the less a great body. Queen Elizabeth 1st; known as the virgin queen, but the Doctor knew different. But he browsed the photos of his companions, and those he had met, seduced or coerced one way or another. Finally he came back to Peri, the feisty one, and one of his more recent companions.
She was young but intelligent and pretty, with great curves, and an interesting dress sense. He browsed her photos, watched the video clips of her, her heaving breasts, her silky brunette hair, and those dark eyes.
“Fuck it” he mumbled loudly as he walked to another part of the TARDI’s console, and started to search for some co-ordinates. Moments later he engaged the propulsion system, landing on a street corner to close where she was living.
He left the TARDIS, and started to head the few yards to her home, and knocked on the door.
