Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Mick St. John
Fandom: Doctor Who/Moonlight
Rating: R
Table: doctorwho_100
Prompt: 13, Tomorrow
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 Mick St. John, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor leaned back in Mick's arms, turning his head to nuzzle his cheek against his boyfriend's. "This is beautiful, love," he murmured, feeling relaxed and sated, more so than he had in a long time. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"This is one of those places that's always soothed me when I needed it," Mick told him, tightening his arms around the Doctor's waist and puling the slender man closer against him. "I don't know if you needed it, but I wanted to share it with you."

"I wish we could stop time and stay here forever," the Doctor said, his voice dreamy. "There are days when I wish tomorrow would never come, because I don't want the day that I'm in to ever end. This just might be one of those days."

"Every day has been one of those since I met you," Mick told him, his voice soft and husky. "I've wanted every day to go on forever because I was worried that they wouldn't last. That you'd want to take me back to Earth and fly away out of my life."

"I would never have done that," the Doctor told him, his tone slightly reproachful. "How could you ever have thought that, Mick? Even if you had wanted me to take you back, I'd still have made sure that we saw each other. I wouldn't have simply disappeared from your life."

"I know you wouldn't have," Mick assured him with a sigh. "But at the time, I wondered. It just seemed like everything that was happening between us was too good to be true. I seriously thought I might be dreaming at first. I even pinched myself a few times."

"Did you?" The Doctor couldn't help laughing at his lover's words. "Well, you're not living in a dream, Mick. This is reality -- even though it might seem fantastical to you to be traveling in time and space with an alien, a vampire seems pretty fantastic to me."

Mick nodded, raising a hand to stroke the Doctor's hair back from his face. "I'll probably have to go back home sometime," he said softly, wishing that the words didn't have to be spoken. "Not permanently, but I'll have to explain where I've been -- and where I'm going."

The Doctor's voice trembled slightly when he spoke again. "Does that mean that you want to stay with me rather than go back home?" Mick could feel the Time Lord's slender body tense in his arms, as though he was expecting a blow from Mick's next words.

"I have friends who'll be worried about me," he said softly, bowing his head to brush a gentle kiss across the Doctor's cheek. "Especially my closest friend. Josef. He needs to know that I'm okay, that I'm still alive and that he doesn't have to look for me."

"From the tone of your voice, I'd say that he was more than a friend," the Doctor ventured, turning his head to glance at Mick. "I know you aren't involved with him now," he added hastily, shaking his head. "But I've got the feeling that you were in the past."

"Yeah," Mick whispered, closing his eyes. "That was my fault. I know he still loves me -- and a part of me still loves him and always will. But it couldn't work. We're too different. He's a great guy, and he means a lot to me, but we didn't work as lovers. Not for the long haul."

"I'm sorry, Mick," the Doctor said, genuinely moved by the regret he could hear clearly in Mick's voice. "But at least you still have his friendship -- and there are times when that can go much further in the long run than a physical relationship would."

"I've got the feeling you know what you're talking about with that," Mick murmured, raising his brows in question. "Was there somebody in your life like that? Somebody you loved and who loved you, but it would never have worked out with if you'd stayed together?"

The Doctor nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "Yes. His name is Jack. We're still very close friends, but he's moved on and so have I. He has someone else now, and --" He turned his head to look at Mick again, smiling as he gazed at the other man. "And so do I."

When their lips met, the intensity of the kiss took Mick's breath away. His arms tightened around the Doctor again, pulling the other man close against him, molding their bodies together as one hand moved down to cup the Time Lord's ass.

The Doctor moaned softly, the sound music to Mick's ears. All thoughts of anyone and anything else were swept from his mind; the only thing that existed for him was this moment, this feeling, the sensation of kissing the beautiful man who was clasped in his arms.

He wanted time to stand still, for the two of them to stay here in this peaceful place forever. He wanted to hide away from the world, to forget that they both had responsibilities. He wanted tomorrow to never come; he wanted to stop the world from turning, to make time freeze.

"If tomorrow never comes, I think I could die happy as long as I'm holding you," he whispered when their lips finally parted. He couldn't take his eyes from the Doctor's face; he'd never seen anyone look so beautiful -- or so utterly desirable.

He'd never made love to anyone in this place before -- it had always been a refuge for him, an oasis from his life, not the sort of place he would bring anyone who he wanted to be intimate with. But somehow, it seemed like the perfect place to make love to the Doctor.

Slowly and deliberately, his hands began working at the buttons of the Time Lord's shirt, undoing them one at a time and opening the fabric as he went along. For once, the Doctor wasn't wearing a tie; he was dressed casually today, and Mick was thankful for that.

Given what his lover was wearing, it shouldn't take too long to have him out of those clothes and sprawled naked under the trees that they were sitting under. The hues of the setting sun were already creating a beautiful setting for the perfect jewel in their midst.

"If tomorrow never comes, then I'd be happy to live today over and over again for the rest of our lives," the Doctor whispered, his voice so soft that Mick had to strain to hear the words. "I could live this day for the rest of eternity and be perfectly happy."

"The day isn't over yet," Mick told him, finally undoing the last button and sliding the Doctor's shirt over his shoulders. He sat back for a moment as the Time Lord let his shirt slide down his thin arms and tossed it aside, removing his own t-shirt within seconds.

Mick sighed with contentment as the Doctor leaned back against his chest again; he'd wanted to feel their bodies skin to skin ever since they'd first sat down here, and somehow, making love to the Doctor in the rays of the setting sun seemed a wonderful way to end a perfect day.

If tomorrow never came, if he could sit here in this enchanted glade with his lover clasped in his arms from now until the end of time, that would be the most perfect existence he could imagine. It wouldn't happen, of course, but it was a beautiful dream.

At the moment, he had other things on his mind than mere daydreams -- like making one particular dream come true, not only for himself but for the man in his arms. Leaning back, he turned over onto his side, pulling the Doctor into his arms and then moving on top of the other man.

"Isn't it going to be hard for us to get undressed with you lying on top of me?" the Doctor asked, a playful note in his voice. Mick could tell that he was teasing; it would be all too easy for them to shed the rest of their clothes, a feat he intended to have accomplished in a matter of minutes.

"Not at all," Mick told him, proving that fact by moving a hand between their bodies to pop the button and lower the zipper on his own jeans. Within seconds, he was naked -- and working at the Doctor's trousers until the other man was bare beneath him.

Ah, this was more like it. Skin to skin, body to body -- soul to soul. This was the way he wanted them to be, Mick thought, lowering his lips to the Doctor's to capture the other man's mouth with his own, the kiss taking his breath away and searing him to his very soul.

If time stopped while they were here, and never started again, he could be completely happy to lie here in the rays of the setting sun, with the Doctor held close in his arms. If his life ended now, he could say that he had lived life to its fullest.

He had lived and he had loved -- and the love that he'd found now was the more enduring and constant he had ever known. If tomorrow never came, he could hold that love close to him and treasure it, secure in the knowledge that it would be with him forever.

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