Title: Blazing Brightly
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 21, Candles
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Tenth Doctor or his human clone, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.***
"Jamie, what is this big secret?" the Doctor asked as Jamie guided him carefully down the hallway from the kitchen to their bedroom. He kept his hand on the Time Lord's shoulder, making sure that he didn't bump into the walls, as he couldn't see.
The idea of blindfolding his lover and telling him that he had a surprise for him hadn't occurred to Jamie until he had been on his way to the kitchen; he'd had to go back to the bedroom for a silk scarf, but the extra minutes it had taken had been worth it.
He was sure that the Tardis even approved of what he was going to do. When he had been arranging part of his surprise, he'd felt a glow from the ship, and he could have sworn that the lights shone a little brighter. He didn't think she would mind giving them a bit of privacy.
Of course, she always did that when the two of them were intimate, he thought with a smile. She knew when they needed to be alone, and when she needed to be vigilant and protective over them. She was like a guardian angel -- one that they just happened to travel in.
His surprise was ready, the setting so perfect that he couldn't wait to see his lover in it -- and to see the Doctor's reaction when he unveiled that surprise. He was fairly sure that the Time Lord would enjoy what he had planned, but first, they had to get to the bedroom.
Only a few more steps now .... They turned a corner, and the bedroom door was right in front of them, the light inside the room wavering slightly. Jamie smiled at the thought of the look on the Doctor's face when he took the blindfold off.
"Well? We're at the bedroom, aren't we?" the Doctor asked, a slight edge to his voice. Jamie knew that he didn't like being blindfolded, even if it was his lover who had done it and he had nothing to fear. Too many bad experiences in the past, he told himself.
Well, the blindfold would come off in just a few seconds. But first, he wanted to make sure that his lover was standing directly in the doorway, and that he had the perfect view of the room when he could take it all in and see what Jamie had done.
"What's that odd scent?" The Doctor took a deep breath, sounding curious when he spoke again. "Jamie, why do I smell cinnamon? Have you doused our bedroom with some kind of air freshener?" He sounded a bit amused, and Jamie could feel him relaxing slightly.
That was better. Jamie smiled, his fingers working at the knot that held the blindfold in place, ready for the Doctor to see all that he'd worked so hard on. "It's part of the surprise, love. One that I hope you'll like. Just a few seconds now .... and voila!"
He whipped the blindfold off the Doctor's eyes, hoping that his lover would like what he saw. Jamie had spent quite a lot of time setting things up, trying to make their bedroom look like a romantic bower, and he thought that he'd succeeded quite well in doing so.
There were candles burning everywhere, both vanilla- and cinnamon-scented. They gave off a blaze of light, yet that light was warm and romantic, rather than being overly bright and strident. It illuminated the room, casting shadows and light over their bed.
He'd made up the bed with opulent silken sheets and coverlet, piled it high with pillows. He had wanted it to look soft and inviting, and in the mellow light from the candles, it did; he could hardly wait for them both to get undressed and sink into that silken softness.
He'd wanted to create an aura of romance, and that was exactly what it felt like, at least to him. When he turned his head to glance at the Doctor, the Time Lord's dark eyes were wide, taking in the opulence of the room in front of him before looking at Jamie.
"It's beautiful, my love," the Doctor said, his voice barely a whisper. Jamie could tell that he was holding back tears -- and with their emotional connection, he could also tell that they were happy tears, tears of joy at being so loved and desired.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you are," Jamie responded, the words coming from his lips without conscious thought on his part. They were the truest words he'd ever spoken; the Doctor grew ever more beautiful in his eyes with every day that passed.
The Doctor turned to him, raising a hand to stroke Jamie's cheek. His smile made Jamie feel as though his hearts were melting; whenever the Doctor turned that smile on him, the Time Lord could have anything he wanted from him. He was putty in his lover's hands.
"It must have take you some time to set all of this up, Jamie," the Doctor whispered. "It's wonderful, love. And I adore you for it." He smiled again, his hand moving to stroke through Jamie's tawny hair. "Now, I think we should take advantage of your hard work and enjoy it."
With that, the Doctor took a step back, removing his jacket, then starting to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Jamie's breath caught in his throat; his hearts seemed to speed up as he watched. His love was going to get undressed in front of him.
He loved watching the Doctor's deft movements, loved watching the gracefulness of his slender hands as they began to slowly undo the buttons. He knew that his lover was deliberately taking his time, drawing this out, seducing him with nothing more than movement.
He watched, fascinated, as the Doctor shrugged his shirt off his slender shoulders, then let it fall to the floor. He stepped towards Jamie, smiling, reaching out to run gentle fingertips down Jamie's cheek. "I think you're wearing far too many clothes, my love," he murmured, his voice very soft.
Jamie could do nothing but nod, closing his eyes as the Time Lord began to undo the buttons on his shirt, sighing with pleasure as those long, thin fingers brushed against his skin. This was turning out differently than what he had planned, but he didn't mind.
He'd thought that he would be in control of this scenario, but the Doctor had turned things around, as he was so often wont to do. He was the one in control, the one who was taking the lead, the one who was undressing Jamie, doing what he wanted to do.
And Jamie found that he didn't mind that a bit. He loved it when the Doctor took control like this, when he decided to be the one in charge. However, Jamie had made up his mind that he would be the one to make love to the Doctor tonight, and he didn't intend to back down on that.
Or perhaps they would each make love to the other, he told himself, a soft smile curving his lips. Oh, that idea definitely had marvelous possibilities. They might have to rest for a while betw3een bouts of lovemaking, of course, but that was all for the better.
Resting would mean kissing, and touching, and talking .... soft words and expressive murmurs, with all of this glowing candlelight surrounding them, heightening their senses and making their lovemaking seem even more romantic than it already did.
That was something he didn't mind doing, not at all. In fact, the kissing and touching and closeness was just as good as their lovemaking, as far as Jamie was concerned. He would be happy to simply make love once, and then spend the rest of the evening simply being close.
He drew the Doctor into his arms, their lips meeting in a kiss that took his breath away. Was his only his imagination, or did the candles all around them seem to blaze higher and brighter when their lips touched? He didn't think he was imagining things.
Slowly, he backed towards the bed, sinking down onto the silk coverlet and pulling the Doctor down beside him. Within moments, he was leaning over his lover, looking down into those laughing dark eyes, one hand again moving through the Doctor's hair to brush it away from his face.
"I have so much planned for tonight," he murmured, his voice catching in his throat. "Not just for tonight, but for our future, Doctor. So much that I want to do with you. So much that I want to discover. There's a long future ahead of us, and we're only just beginning."
The Doctor nodded, his hands tangling in Jamie's hair to pull him down for yet another kiss. There was no answer to Jamie's whispered words, but the Doctor's lips on his told him all that he needed to know. His lover agreed with his words, so much so that there were no words needed.
One kiss said everything between them, Jamie thought as he lost himself in that kiss, let it take his breath away yet again. He sank into the pleasure of the moment, thinking only of the Doctor, and of what was to come during the rest of the night. He was looking forward to every moment.***
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