Title: I Melt With You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: lover100
Prompt: 12, Satin
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 closed his eyes as he ran a hand down the smooth curve of Jamie's back; his fingertips seemed to glide over that expanse of soft skin, so warm and satiny under his hands. It was hard to believe that anyone's skin could possibly be so soft.

Had Jamie's skin been this soft every time they'd touched, or was he only noticing it now? His lover's body must have always been like this, he told himself. How could he have failed to notice that caressing Jamie was like touching the softest satin imaginable?

He'd always known how soft this man's skin was, the Doctor told himself firmly as his lips met Jamie's in a warm, passionate kiss. And how soft his lips were, as well. How incredibly enticing his entire body was, in every way imaginable.

Did Jamie feel the same way when he touched this body? The Doctor's mind seemed hung up on those few questions, going around in his mind until he thought that he would have to ask them aloud just to get the answers and make them go away.

But this wasn't the time or the place for questions -- only for being with each other, losing himself in Jamie's body, making love with the man he adored. He hadn't been the more dominant partner with Jamie in a while, and he wanted to enjoy it.

Raising himself on one elbow, he looked down at the man under him, taking in every aspect of Jamie's face, the thin body stretched out under him. He still had a feeling of wonder every time he looked at this man, as well as a protective urge the he couldn't hold back.

He loved this man more than he'd ever loved anyone, in all the long centuries of his life. Jamie wasn't only a lover or a companion, but a part of him; he'd literally given this man life. Maybe some people would think that them being together was wrong, but he would never believe that.

Jamie had been meant for him; from the first moment their eyes had met, there in the control room of the Tardis with other people standing around them, he had known that this man was his destiny. He'd known that they belonged together, no matter what.

"I love you," he whispered, reaching out to stroke gentle fingertips down Jamie's cheek, his throat, his shoulder. His skin was the softest thing the Doctor had ever touched; it was as though this man's body had been made to his specifications.

Jamie's smile was all the reward he needed; the other man's breathy words seemed to go straight to his hearts, making them beat more rapidly in his chest. "I love you too, Doctor," Jamie whispered, his dark gaze meeting the Doctor's. "And I always will."

He had no words to answer that; Jamie knew how he felt without any words being said. All it took to express their overflowing emotions was one look, one smile. They were so closely connected that they could almost read each other's thoughts.

Of course, he could do that, but he never would. It felt like too much of a violation, even if Jamie was a literal part of himself. He didn't need to look that closely into his lover's mind and heart; he already knew what he would find there.

"What are you thinking, love?" Jamie asked, his voice soft. "Don't think, Doctor -- just feel. Let everything else go and just be with me." He wrapped his thin arms around the Time Lord's shoulders, drawing him down for another heated kiss.

There was no use trying to think, not when Jamie kissed him like that. The Doctor abandoned any other thoughts he might have, letting himself get lost in that kiss, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in this man's body, to feel the two of them joined as one.

Jamie's thighs were pressing against his sides, his body poised and ready to take the Doctor in. All he needed to do was thrust his hips forward to send them both whirling into a spiral of ecstasy that would only grow until they each reached their limits.

With that thought whirling in his mind, the Doctor pressed his hips forward, gasping as he was enveloped in the tight heat of Jamie's body, a heat that he wouldn't have thought possible if he wasn't experiencing it at this very moment. They were united, joined, fused into one entity.

The tight, soft heat that surrounded him felt more like a dream than reality; had anything ever given him this much pleasure? The Doctor didn't think so; he was sure that this was the ultimate perfection, the union that he'd yearned for all of his long life.

His hips thrust forward of their own volition; his gasps entwining in the air with Jamie's soft moans, those thin arms encircling his shoulders and pulling him closer, their breaths mingling as their lips met, their tongues thrusting along with their bodies.

His hands slid down Jamie's back, fingertips registering the feel of soft, satiny flesh under them. He'd never felt such soft skin; not even the women he'd slept with in his other bodies had skin like Jamie's. No one felt like this man; he would know Jamie by touch even in the deepest darkness.

One hand moved over the curve of Jamie's ass, squeezing one firm buttock. Jamie groaned and arched his body into the Doctor's thrusts; the Time Lord felt himself lifted on a wave of pleasure, one that he knew would crest within the next few moments.

Jamie's muscles tightened around him as he thrust into the other man again; that was enough to send the Time Lord careening over the edge of the precipice he'd been dangling near the edge of, his soft cry mingling with Jamie's as the other man was pushed over the edge as well.

The Doctor tightened his arms around his lover, pulling Jamie close to him, wishing that they could be fused together in reality, just as they were in his emotions. Jamie had never been as much as part of him as when they were joined like this, their bodies, hearts and souls as one.

He had to be careful not to let his entire weight rest on the fragile man beneath him; slowly, he rolled over onto his side, not pulling out of Jamie as the spasms of their orgasms still shook their bodies. Jamie's long, slender legs tightened around his waist, seeming to pull him in deeper.

It was a long time before either of them spoke; the Doctor was the first to break the silence, moving his hand down Jamie's back as he murmured, "That was wonderful .... and I've never felt so close to you, love. I felt as if I was melting with you, into you."

Jamie nodded, swallowing hard, his words coming out slowly. "Is it possible to be taken into another person when you're the one who's being .... errr ..... taken? That's what I felt, Doctor. As though all of you was opening up to let my spirit join with yours."

The Doctor nodded slowly, musing on Jamie's words. That was exactly what it had been like -- as though each of them had completely opened to the other, holding nothing back, their very souls bared and entwined in a way that they had never been before.

"Your skin is so soft," Jamie whispered as he moved a hand down the Doctor's back to rest on the satiny skin of his hip. "Touching you is like touching a cloud, Doctor. I've never felt anything as soft as your skin. Sometimes I almost feel that you're going to melt away."

The Time Lord was startled to hear those words coming from Jamie's lips; he'd felt the same thing about the man in his arms, though he hadn't put his emotions into those precise words. But Jamie was describing exactly what he himself felt.

Even their thoughts belonged together, the Doctor thought dreamily, snuggling close to his lover. What more proof did he need that Jamie was meant to be with him? They were connected in a way that no one else could ever touch.

"Silk and satin feel rough compared to how it feels to touch your skin," he whispered in Jamie's ear, raising a hand to brush a few errant strands of hair back from his lover's face. "Your skin is so soft that I feel I could melt into your body. I love touching you, Jamie."

"Then you won't mind sleeping with me wrapped around you like this?" his lover inquired, looking a little anxious. "I thought it might be too much for you to be comfortable. But I'd like to .... well, be your blanket, if you'll let me. I like feeling this close to you."

"I don't mind at all, sweetheart," the Doctor replied softly, moving his hand over Jamie's bare back again. There was nothing he'd like better than falling asleep like this, with the man he loved locked securely in his embrace -- not only for tonight, but for many, many more nights to come.

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