My Immortal: Chapter 3 Traveling with Him

 

My Immortal: The Doctor and Me

Chapter 3 Traveling with Him

rated: MA 18 & over 

Content warning: sexual situations. 

After a week had gone by, I was in the middle of a shower when the unmistakable sound of the Tardis reached my ears, surprising me and making me gasp with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I quickly finished up, threw on my pink plush floral robe, and locked my room before rushing to where the Tardis was, its mysterious aura drawing me in. With a quick motion, I tossed my towel onto the bed as the Tardis door opened slowly, a hand playfully inviting me inside. Unable to resist, I smiled, rolled my eyes, and stepped into the enigmatic time machine, asking, “So, where were you?” 

"I was on my way back to you when I picked up a hitchhiker," he replied, sparking my interest. I prodded for more details, flashing a sly grin, and he came closer, kissed me, then took a step back to admire me. "You're looking quite sexy, Butterfly," he flirtatiously remarked.

 "Spill the beans," I urged excitedly, pursing my lips and grinning.

"A woman in a bridal outfit mysteriously appeared in my Tardis."

"Oh, really? Is she attractive?" I asked with a sly smile, pretending to be upset as I crossed my arms and turned away. He chuckled and reassured me, "No way, you're the cutest little lady I know." Taking my hand gently, he drew me closer, wrapping me in a comforting hug. Playfully, I asked, "Did you miss me?" adding a touch of seriousness to my tone.  "I did," he replied. I grinned when I realized I was still in my robe.

  "Oops, I forgot to change," I said. He reassured me that he had spare clothes in one of the rooms. Curious, I asked, "Whose clothes, are they?" My mind wandered, wondering if any of the female clothes belonged to other women he had traveled with. With a mischievous wink, he replied, "Well, do you want to find out?" Blushing, I nodded, and he took my hand, leading me through the peculiar hallways of the Tardis.

Upon entering the room, I noticed how ordinary it looked compared to the rest of the Tardis. He pushed the closet door open, revealing its contents. "I'll check these out later. But why can't I just grab my things in my room?" I pondered, confused by the situation. "We're not in your room anymore," he replied, a mischievous grin on his face. My eyes widened in surprise as I gasped, "Where are we exactly?"

"We're traveling through time," he explained mysteriously. I was both puzzled and fascinated by his words.

"Can I see?" I asked eagerly.

 "Not now. I'll show you later. How about we explore the pool room instead?" he suggested, flashing a charming smile. We walked down the hallway until we reached the pool room, leaving me in awe. "Wow," I whispered in amazement as I took in the breathtaking pool room.

As we crossed the threshold together, the air was thick with anticipation. "How about a dip?" he proposed, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. I simply nodded, feeling a rush of shyness wash over me, and averted my gaze. Slowly, he began to undress, each movement deliberate and enticing, causing me to let out a soft gasp. His chiseled physique was on full display, completely nude, as he stood before me. With a confident stride, he approached and gently removed my robe, letting it cascade to the floor. Together, we descended into the inviting warmth of the pool, his arms wrapping around me possessively. Beneath the water's surface, his hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me, while his tongue danced with mine in a passionate tango. Gradually, we made our way towards the shallower end of the pool, where I turned my back to him, my arms resting on the edge. His touch was electric as he continued to explore every inch of my body, before finally taking me from behind, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. While he passionately made love to me, my mind wandered into a realm of curiosity, wondering if he had shared similar intimate moments with Rose, and how many other women had experienced his touch in that very pool. 

However, I quickly dismissed those thoughts as we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously. His prowess as a lover was truly exceptional, elevating me to a position of significance in his arms. There was an undeniable allure about him, as if he hailed from a different world altogether. Every caress and stroke left me enveloped in a radiant love that I had never experienced before. It became clear to me why his past lovers were left shattered when he departed. After our climactic moment, we held each other tightly, our embrace filled with a deep sense of connection, and he showered me with a passionate kiss that left me breathless.

"Cherise, you're so fucking gorgeous," he groaned in pleasure and I couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in his voice. The fact that he didn't slip up and call me Rose made me wonder if he truly saw me for who I was. Our connection was undeniable, a magnetic pull drawing us closer together with each passing moment. Our gazes locked, filled with desire and longing, as we moved as one towards the other end of the pool before finally emerging. He scooped me up effortlessly, carrying me to his bedroom where our bodies intertwined in a passionate dance of love and lust. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, the outside world fading away into oblivion. The realization that the Tardis was nowhere to be found in my room was a distant thought as I surrendered to the pleasure he offered. His every touch sent shivers down my spine, his every kiss igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. As he reclined back, a look of contentment on his face, I nestled my head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. A sudden realization struck me as I heard the familiar sound of a dual heartbeat, my eyes widening in shock. “So, you heard my two hearts?” he asked as his confession of having two hearts only confirmed what I had suspected, a fact that both terrified and excited me. “I have two hearts my dear.” He drew me in for a kiss, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he held, what other mysteries lay hidden beneath the surface of this enigmatic man. With my hair cascading over my shoulder, he gently brushed it aside, his touch sending a wave of electricity through me.

"How?" I asked him.

 "I'm from Gallifrey, my people have two hearts. Remember, I'm an alien," he clarified.

"Ah, right, I forgot. You seem so human," I acknowledged, to which he grinned.

"I want to tell you something else," he mentioned, pausing to gaze into my eyes earnestly. "As a Time Lord, I undergo changes."

"What kind of changes?"

“When I die, I don’t really die, my body changes, I become someone else but inside I am still the doctor, just a different face. I detest it to be honest. I never know who I will become.” I felt bewildered yet embraced his disclosure. Asking if it was a frequent occurrence seemed foolish, prompting a chuckle from him. "No, I make an effort not to die," he replied with a laugh. Despite half of his explanation going over my head, I attentively listened and nodded. I silently prayed that he wouldn't transform, as I couldn't bear the thought of encountering him in a different body where he might not recognize me in return. I was relieved that he shared something with me, but I knew I had to confess something too. There was a fear that if I revealed the truth, he might distance himself from me completely. As our eyes met, I found myself pausing before finding the courage to speak. "I was reluctant to share this with you because I was afraid it might change things between us," I confessed, taking a deep breath. His expression was filled with curiosity as he asked, "What's on your mind?" With a sigh, I revealed, "I'm not actually 19, I'm 18."

To my surprise, he didn't seem fazed by my admission. Instead, a warm smile graced his features, and he sat up, indicating that my honesty had brought us closer.

 "I understand," he reassured me. "I had a feeling about it from the start," he added. I lay there, stunned by his response. I never expected it to be such a non-issue. Thoughts about his previous relationships and experiences crossed my mind, but I pushed them aside.

"Do you see it as a problem?" he asked, to which I shook my head and smiled. I was curious about his past, particularly about Rose and their history, but I knew it wasn't the right time to delve into that. "How about we go see the unveiling of the Statue of Liberty?" he suggested. My eyes widened with excitement, and I couldn't help but beam with joy as I eagerly nodded in agreement. “In that case, let us journey back to the year 1886 and bear witness to the magnificent unveiling of the iconic Statue of Liberty in America. Rumor has it that the festivities surrounding this occasion were truly remarkable."

 "Awesome!" I exclaimed with fervor.

 "I take you through the most renowned destinations of that era."

"I can’t wait," I eagerly expressed. "Do you have garments suitable for that era? I believe it is important to dress in period attire."

 "Indeed, I do," he responded, pausing momentarily. With a gentle touch upon my cheek, he leaned in and whispered seductively into my ear, "But for now, I want to fuck you hard." A blush spread across my face. Following our passionate intimacy, he helped me get dressed in attire from the late Victorian period. "Did women really wear all these clothes?" I asked, inhaling deeply as he fastened the corset snugly around my waist. 

He was careful not to tighten it too much, only sufficient to accentuate my curves. Following that, I made the decision to don a flowing, plush white button-up shirt, accompanied by a petticoat and a hoop skirt to create a full and voluminous appearance for my skirt. To complete the ensemble, I incorporated a brown twill wool vest that boasted buttons running all the way up to the collar. However, I couldn't help but feel that the deep grey shade of my skirt was a tad overpowering. When it came to my choice of footwear, comfort was definitely not a priority. I couldn't fathom how women during this time managed to endure such shoes. Lastly, I adorned my bun with an adorable hairpiece comb, adding a touch of charm to my overall look. Unlike women, men didn't have to wear as many layers of clothing. It was a relief for them to not suffer for the sake of fashion. After helping me get dressed, he took a step back and asked me to turn around, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazed at me. 

With a lustful look in his eyes, he expressed his admiration, saying, "I love what I see." He pulled me close, embracing me tightly and kissing me passionately. As he held me, he sighed and smiled, complimenting me by saying, "You look very pretty." His words filled me with a sense of joy and confidence. However, he couldn't resist the temptation and confessed, "I almost want to stay here and make love to you again and again and again,” he lightly kissed my lips. “But I promised we would go see the Statue of Liberty," he sighed and smiled. He disappeared behind a room divider to change. “Now he changes behind a divider,” I thought to myself, smiling as I rolled my eyes. When he emerged, he was dressed in 1800s men's attire, which gave him a slightly Steampunk vibe. His new outfit made him look distinguished and older, adding a touch of charm to his appearance.

Carefully stepping out of the Tardis, I scanned the area around me with a sense of wonder. "Incredible," I exclaimed, a huge smile spreading across my face. The Doctor mirrored my excitement, clearly enjoying the joy reflected in my expression. As the rain started to drizzle down, I reached for my elegant Victorian umbrella and offered to share it with the Doctor. "We'll get the best view of the event from here. Let's get on one of those ships," he suggested, linking his arm with mine. Intrigued, I asked, "How do you propose we do that?" With a mischievous grin, he responded, "Let's figure it out as we go." We navigated through the bustling crowd, making our way towards the boarding area and managing to skip the line. After patiently waiting, our turn finally arrived. The Doctor handed a blank card to the ticket inspector, who simply smiled and waved us through. With anticipation running high, we stepped onto the majestic river boat. The unveiling of the Statue of Liberty was a breathtaking sight that left us speechless.

The celebrations were an absolute blast, with a massive crowd of people in attendance, possibly numbering in the millions. To avoid getting lost in the year 1886, I stuck close to the Doctor, knowing that it would be a complete disaster if I were to wander off. Unfortunately, women were still struggling for independence during this time, so they were often overshadowed by their husbands. Whenever someone approached us, the Doctor introduced me as his niece. The festivities were incredibly lively and had a surreal atmosphere. After enjoying it for a while, the Doctor hailed a Hansom Carriage cab. "I want to take you to see a real play in New York," he exclaimed. "A play?" I questioned, "The only one I've ever seen was a school play in 10th grade," I added with a chuckled. He smiled and kissed my forehead. "We're going to see a Broadway play," he said. My eyes widened, and a huge smile spread across my face. "I can't wait," I said, wrapping my arm around his. 

"Let's go," he said as we entered the carriage, ready to start our journey to the theatre. We exited the carriage and made our way to the Tardis which stayed hidden, cloaked. Walking beside him, I felt a mix of fear and comfort, like a child seeking protection. The Tardis took us to the time the Doctor set it to. The play we were going to see was called "A Scrape of Paper," set in 1886 on December 7th. As the play went on, I grew tired and eventually dozed off, resting my head on his shoulder. He gently kissed my head, waking me up. "You fell asleep," he whispered with a smile. Apologizing, I saw him chuckle. Feeling we were losing interest, he suggested we head back to the Tardis. Agreeing, I knew it was time to go. As we got up to leave, we accidentally bumped into a well-dressed man in a suit and top hat.

"Ah, Mr. Smith, it seems you've brought your niece along for the play," he remarked, giving me a once-over. His silver hair peeked out from beneath his top hat, a thick mustache gracing his face, and a monocle perched on his left eye. The Doctor sensed the inappropriate scrutiny and decided to cut the conversation short.

"Yes, she's feeling a bit tired, I think it's time to head home. Pleasure to meet you, sir," the Doctor replied with a nod before making a swift exit. I remembered him from the festival, his intense gaze sending shivers down my spine.

 "What a creep," I muttered under my breath, taking note of his age, well over 40. I was with the Doctor, the only man who held my heart. As the Tardis materialized, we quickly stepped inside, leaving the uncomfortable encounter in the past.

"Ugh, this outfit is absolutely horrendous," I complained, my lips forming a pout. "It may look decent, but it feels so uncomfortable. I can't believe women actually used to wear this in the past. And these shoes are just the absolute worst," I grumbled, slipping them off my feet. He let out a soft chuckle, finding amusement in my discontent.

 "Well, I could help you get rid of all of it," he suggested playfully. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he spoke.

 "Hmm, maybe you can, but only if you can catch me first," I teased, darting away down the hallway. Without missing a beat, he activated the auto drive and chased after me. Laughter filled the air as he caught up to me, effortlessly sweeping me off my feet and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Let's go to my room," he whispered seductively before sweeping me off my feet effortlessly. Despite the layers of fabric hugging my slender frame, his strength was undeniable as he carried me towards his bedroom. Anticipation painted my face with a lustful glow, craving the touch of his throbbing manhood penetrating me deeply. The thought of his forceful thrusts, driving me to the brink of ecstasy, made me quiver with desire. My heart raced with excitement as we crossed the threshold into his private sanctuary, shedding our garments in a frenzy of desire. The cascade of my hair framed my face as he closed the distance between us, his eyes filled with a potent mix of passion and tenderness. Enveloping me from behind, his hands roamed my curves with a delicate touch, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along my neck and shoulders. Each caress sent shivers down my spine, his fingers expertly teasing my most sensitive areas, igniting a fire within me that begged to be quenched. With a swift motion, he lifted me in his arms, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs encircling his waist, creating an intimate connection that transcended words. He swept me into his embrace, his gaze burning with desire and longing. I barely registered the moment he gently placed me on the bed and positioned himself above me. My legs parted willingly, beckoning him closer. The tip of his member glistened with anticipation. With a forceful thrust, he entered me, firmly pinning my hands down. With an intoxicating mix of determination and sensuality, he ravished me, evoking fervent moans of pleasure. Releasing my hands, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, intensifying his relentless assault on my delicate, drenched pussy. The intensity of his thrusts sent shivers down my spine, my body quivering with desire. He ravaged me with such fervor, as if he couldn't bear to let me go. Each powerful movement brought me closer to climax, my moans filling the room. Tears of ecstasy rolled down my cheeks, a testament to the overwhelming passion between us. His love enveloped me, igniting a fire deep within my being. As we reached the peak together, his release mingled with mine, leaving us both breathless and satisfied. My flushed face basked in the warm afterglow of our shared passion.

 “Are you okay?” he asked. His hand softly caressed my buttocks. I didn’t respond, I was still in awe over the heated encounter. “Cherise, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

 “No, I'm fine. I am so happy that you’re in my life and that you found me." As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I planted a tender kiss on his lips. The feeling of contentment washed over me, grateful that destiny had brought us together. Yet, amidst the bliss, a lingering question tugged at my heart - how long will this beautiful connection last?

“Well, I am really happy too and you're such a stunning young woman. Thank you for choosing me as your first," he was referring to me being a virgin when we first met. However, I believe it was destiny that brought us together. He was heartbroken from his previous relationship, and Rose must have meant a lot to him. But I don't mind being there for him, providing comfort and reassurance. I know I might just be a rebound lover and that one day he might forget about me, but for now, I'm with him and I love him. A few hours later, we suddenly found ourselves in the Woodstock era of 1969. "We're in 1969, Woodstock," he exclaimed passionately.

 "Oh my God, seriously?" I exclaimed.

"It's fascinating to witness your reactions," he said, gesturing towards his room filled with era-appropriate attire. Inside the wardrobe, a denim mini skirt, an adorable crop-top adorned with embroidered bead decals, and a collection of necklaces awaited. Neatly placed in one of the drawers were a pair of sandals. "They fit perfectly," I said, as I changed into the crop-top and mini skirt. The Doctor embraced me from behind, whispering in my ear, "I want to fuck you hard right now."

I playfully responded, "If we do that, we'll miss out on exploring and experiencing all the wonders around us in 1969."

 "Absolutely, my lovely butterfly, let's get dressed." He selected a maroon shirt with a bohemian touch and a jean jacket matched with men's flared jeans and a robust leather belt. His choice of footwear was brown sandals. As I combed my hair, the Doctor presented me with exquisite dangling earrings embellished with beads. He had taken them from a wooden jewelry box in his closet. "Where did you discover these? They're stunning."

"Well, the Tardis can materialize anything I wish for."

"Incredible, yet intriguing. You always manage to amaze me, Doctor," I playfully smiled.

 "Could that be the reason why you hold such affection for me?" he asked, with a playful tone, yet there was a subtle undertone of seriousness in his voice. It was clear that he was seeking to comprehend the extent of my feelings towards him. The pain of losing Rose seemed to linger within him, leaving a mark on his heart that I could sense. I couldn't help but ponder if, when our paths first crossed, he was hoping to find solace in her memory.  "I do love you, but there are moments when I am plagued by the fear of you leaving and never coming back," I admitted with sincerity.

As I bared my emotions, he drew closer to me, wrapping me in a warm embrace that felt like a shield against my fears and uncertainties. The connection between us seemed to grow stronger in that moment, as if our hearts were speaking a language of their own.

 “Cherise, you hold a special place in my heart that brings me joy. Your smile lights up my world, and the connection we share is truly profound.” With a passionate kiss, he expressed his feelings, and although I craved to hear those three little words, ‘I love you’ his heartfelt declaration was more than enough to fill my heart with contentment.  "Let's go see what 1969 Woodstock has in store for us," I proposed, a smile spreading across my face. As we journey through this experience together, I look forward to delving into his past relationships and the people who have shaped his life. There is a curiosity within me that longs to understand the experiences that have molded him into the person he is today.

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