Title: Fields of Gold
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: VRD challenge - Orange, 5_prompts
Prompt: Bright orange poppies
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor, or his human clone. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor looked up at Jamie as his lover leaned down to brush a gentle kiss across his lips, squinting slightly as the sun made a halo around the other man's head. He hadn't realized that it would be so bright out here in the middle of a field.

He should have known that -- but they'd gotten more than a bit carried away once they'd started kissing and touching each other, the Time Lord thought ruefully. And once their clothes had started to come off .... well, there had been no turning back at that point.

Besides, there was no reason for them to have done so. This place was deserted; it was far from any kind of habitation, and they were both positive that there would be no one happening upon them in such a private, quiet place.

The field of bright orange poppies stretched out around them for what seemed like miles; even the Tardis seemed far away, even though she was only a few seconds' brisk walk from where they'd spread out their blanket. It felt as though they were in a place untouched by the passage of time.

The flowers were a field of bright gold all around them; the Doctor felt as if he and Jamie had found some sort of enchanted land that belonged to them alone, a place where nothing and no one could disturb them or intrude on their time together in any way.

Of course, that wasn't true, he told himself with an inward sigh. It would probably be easy for anyone else to find this place -- and he and Jamie more than likely weren't the first lovers who had been overwhelmed by the beauty around them and made love in this very field.

Smiling, he moved a hand up Jamie's thigh to cup the firm curve of one rounded ass cheek. "You know, you might want to think about putting some sunscreen on that cute little bum of yours. I wouldn't want you to be sunburnt in a sensitive place."

"I hadn't thought of that!" Jamie looked surprised at the Doctor's words; then his expression changed as the Time Lord gently squeezed his ass. There was a sharp intake of breath, then a relaxing of his muscles along with a soft moan of pleasure.

This was unexpected; the Doctor didn't want to back away now that he had Jamie in the position of being the more submissive partner. Ever since that encounter with the Master, his lover had pulled away from that, and the Doctor had grown increasingly worried.

They still had a satisfying sex life, but he couldn't help feeling that Jamie was holding back his desires because of what the Master had done to him. So if his boyfriend was starting to open up to those desires now, so much the better.

Moving slowly, he stroked one finger down the cleft of Jamie's buttocks, almost holding his breath. He didn't want his boyfriend to feel that he was being pushed towards something he wasn't ready for, but the Doctor thought that this was long overdue.

Jamie's breath hissed between his teeth, his muscles tightening again. The Time Lord was almost sure that he would pull away, but he didn't; instead, he spread his legs slightly, as though he was inviting his lover to do whatever he wanted.

Hoping that Jamie wouldn't ask him to stop, he gently pressed one finger against his lover's entrance, surprised at the ease with which it slid inside the other man. Jamie let out a soft cry, but didn't pull away; instead, he arched his back, pressing his hips back.

The Doctor hadn't expected that sort of a response; his hearts pounded in his chest as he slid his finger deeper inside Jamie, searching for his prostate, wanting to give the man he loved as much pleasure as he possibly could.

Even though their bodies weren't intimately entwined, the Doctor was sure that this was one of the most sensual experiences he'd ever had. The soft breeze blew across their bare bodies, the warm sun shining down; the scent of poppies was heavy in the air all around them.

He brushed his fingertip across Jamie's prostate, a smile curving his lips as he heard the soft moan that the movement caused. Jamie was rocking his hips now, obviously wanting and needing more intense stimulation, and the Doctor was only too happy to give it to him.

Keeping his eyes on his lover's face, he brushed his fingertip across Jamie's prostate again, and was rewarded by another moan and the feeling of his lover's muscles tightening around his finger. Jamie was close to the edge; he could feel it.

The Doctor moved his finger again, slowly and deliberately -- and this time, Jamie's reaction surprised him. The other man cried out his name, reaching to grasp the Doctor's shoulders and crying out in a guttural voice that didn't sound as though it came from him.

With a gasp, Jamie fell forward; the Doctor wrapped his free arm around the other man's waist and pulled him close as he eased his finger out of Jamie's body. His lover was trembling, snuggling against him, his breath coming in ragged gasps, gulping in air.

"Are you all right, love?" the Time Lord whispered, hoping that he hadn't made Jamie feel as though he'd been pushed into something he didn't want. It didn't feel that way, but he had no idea of how Jamie was feeling at the moment, and he couldn't help but be a bit worried.

"I'm better than all right." Jamie raised his head from the Doctor's shoulder, smiling at his lover and raising a hand to stroke his cheek. "I didn't expect that to happen -- but I'm not sorry it did. And this really is the perfect place for that wall to tumble down, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," the Doctor whispered, looking at the fields of gold that seemed to stretch out for miles around them. The scent of the poppies was still heavy in the air, heady and intoxicating. He'd remember this scent every time he and Jamie made love.

"It's going to take some time for us to get back to where we used to be with our sex life," Jamie told him as he nestled into the Doctor's embrace, his voice sounding sated and sleepy. "But this is a good start, isn't it?" The Time Lord could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes, it most definitely is," he agreed, brushing his lips across Jamie's hair. He knew in his hearts that with the first wall crumbling to the ground, others would follow -- and he hoped that someday, the two of them would make another pilgrimage to these fields of gold.

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