Title: You Put A Spell on Me
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: PG-13
Table: G5, 5_prompts
Prompt: 2, You put a spell on me
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor leaned forward in his chair, looking over at Peter with a soft smile on his face. He reached across the table to take his lover's hand in his own, twining their fingers together and speaking softly as Peter looked over at him with raised brows.

"I can't help wanting to touch you," he said softly, squeezing Peter's hand gently. "Ever since the first night we met, I've had a hard time keeping my hands off you. There's something about you that mesmerised me from the beginning."

"I was just as taken with you," Peter told him, returning his smile. "Even though I was a little drunk at the time, I was completely fascinated by you. I felt like I was walking into a whole new world. And I knew that you were going to be very important to me."

"This reminds me a bit of our first meeting," the Doctor said, glancing around the restaurant they were in. "It's not on Earth, of course -- but does that matter? It has the same kind of atmosphere. I almost feel as though anything could happen from this moment on."

"That's exactly the feeling I had that first night," Peter agreed, looking up as a waiter approached their table. He frowned as the man cast an appreciative look at the Doctor; it was obvious that he resented any other man assessing the Time Lord in such a way.

He sat back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest as the waiter took their order, watching the man with a steely glare as he hurried away. Finally, he turned his gaze back to the Time Lord, his voice apologetic when he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. But I didn't like the way he was looking at you. He was undressing you with his eyes,." Peter's voice was angry, his dark eyes stormy. "Maybe I'm being too overprotective, but I don't like it when anyone looks at you like that."

"People look at you in the same way sometimes," the Doctor said softly, reaching across the table again to touch Peter's hand. "And I don't like it, either. But not everyone is looking to get me -- or you -- in bed. There's no need to jump to conclusions."

"I know." Peter sighed, looking down at the snowy tablecloth. "But I can't help it, Doctor. I suppose it's because of the way my last relationship turned out. Thinking that the person I cared for was in love with me -- and then having such a letdown when it turned out that they weren't."

"You have to put that behind you, Peter," the Doctor said softly, his fingers curling around Peter's. "That was in the past -- and the two of us are nothing like that. Just because one person treats you badly doesn't mean that everyone will."

"I know you'd never treat me badly!" Peter burst out, looking around sheepishly when he realized that he'd spoken more loudly than he'd intended to. However, the other diners paid no attention to them; he breathed a sigh of relief and continued speaking in a more subdued tone.

"It's not that I'm comparing our relationship to that one," he said, his words coming out hesitantly as he tried to think of the best way to say what he was feeling. "But it's hard to lose all of my suspicions. Every time someone looks at you, I think they're going to make a play for you."

"But you know that I'm not going to respond to that even if someone does try, right?" the Doctor asked, twining his fingers through his lover's. "I'm not interested in anyone but you, Peter. People can flirt with me all they want, but they won't even make a dent."

"I know that." Peter looked down at their entwined hands, a rueful smile crossing his features. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I shouldn't act like this. It's childish and ridiculous -- I know that. But I've always had a tendency to try to protect what I see as mine."

"I've been yours from that first night," the Doctor whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You put a spell on me from the first time our eyes met, Peter Carlisle. Even when you were drunk, I couldn't have resisted you if I'd tried."

"Funny, I thought that you were the one who'd put a spell on me," Peter teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Once I found out that you were a Gallifreyan Time Lord, I was sure that you'd cast some kind of spell over me to make me fall for you."

"Why don't we agree that we've put a spell on each other?" the Doctor laughed, looking up as the waiter approached their table again with their drinks. This time, the man barely looked at either of them, as though he sensed that they weren't interested.

"Do you seriously think that he could have been trying to catch your eye?" Peter asked after the man had hurried away again. "It seemed like he was, but you know how suspicious I can be. I was probably wrong, and just jumping to my usual conclusions."

"He may have been," the Doctor said, casting a glance in the direction that the waiter had gone before turning his full attention back to his boyfriend with a smile. "But you don't think I'd notice him, do you? Not when a much more spellbinding man is right here with me."

"You've spoiled me for anyone else," Peter whispered, his eyes never leaving the Doctor's face. "There's no way I could look at anyone else now. Maybe it's a silly thing to say, but if you've put a spell on me, I don't ever want it to be broken."

"The spell you have on me couldn't be broken," the Doctor answered, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around Peter's. "Once I've given my hearts, it takes a lot for me to ask for them back. You have them forever, you know."

"I'll take care not to break them," Peter answered, his voice soft and husky. "I know you won't break mine, either. I might have had my doubts at first -- but they're long gone. I just need to work on being a little less suspicious of everyone else."

"Yes, you do!" the Doctor said with a laugh, glancing up as he saw their waiter approaching again and reluctantly removing his hand from his lover's. "If only I could cast a spell on you that made all of those suspicions go away -- but my talents don't extend in that direction."

"Oh, I wouldn't be surprised if you could," Peter laughed, sitting back in his chair as the waiter began to serve them. The two men fell silent, their gazes meeting across the table. Both of them were sure that they were indeed under a spell -- one that neither of them wanted to be broken.

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