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“It’s ME, Alex. I’m your present.”
Alex arches an eyebrow pointedly and tries hard not to run her eyes down his frame. Yes, Matt Smith gift wrapped would do nicely.Series
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Alex, Matt, New Year's Eve and a broom closet.
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Just a fairy tale by imaginationandheartbreak (alexgrey) for lifeinaperceptionfilter
Fandoms: Doctor Who RPF, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
06 Feb 2014
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She can feel her cunt actually pulse and she squeezes her walls deliciously, expertly, a hidden rhythm as they walk and she’s maybe even more turned on knowing that she could maybe make herself come just walking here beside him, his body so close, hers reaching for him. It was a talent of hers. This is so wrong, Alex thinks. It feels so good. He’ll never know.
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Taking You Home by imaginationandheartbreak (alexgrey)
Fandoms: Doctor Who RPF, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
14 Feb 2014
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Matt grabs his student… STUDENT!… by the elbow and hustles her to a slightly quieter spot at the edge of the room, far from the speakers then releases her like she could burn him. She could. “I’m So SO sorry, Ms. Kingston. This is not supposed to happen. Ever. I didn’t know. You have to believe me. I’ve been drinking… shit… I would never… I didn’t know… But why do you have your hair in a pony tail?” he finishes idiotically and accusingly, still slurring a bit but sobering relentlessly.
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Alex lets her body flatten on the floor so Matt can fit himself along the full length of her body, so they can kiss without him unbalancing, so she can feel him hard and present and sorry and promising on top of her: her Matt, her Bateman. His hand releases her wrist, finally satisfied that she’s not going anywhere, and now both Matt’s hands are in her hair and his kiss is extraordinary, his tongue strong and artful, making her feel like he’s already fucking her, fucking the sadness out of her, her cunt already too empty and she cries into his mouth and finally, finally, allows her own hands to fist into his shirt, pulling him to her and grinding her hips against him.
”Want?” he pants.
“Yes.”
“Me, too… so fucking much. So fucking long…”
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