Author: Joan Milligan
Word Count: 1526
Author's Summary: The Doctor, Romana, time and smut. That's all.
Characters/Pairings: Four/Romana II
Warnings: Smut, PWP.
Recced because: First of all, I'm terribly sorry about reccing two Four/Romana II tiemsex stores this week. You gracious mods may scold me if you want. However, I just found out that this story had not yet been recced on this fine community and I simply had to recitify this. There is Time. There is smut. There is love. And Rassilon saw it and it was good. Honestly, it's gorgeous stuff.
They aren’t exhibitionists. Their joy is their own, a little too fierce for the cosmos at large to deal with, so they end up back in the TARDIS, falling through the door with arms entangled. K-9 makes himself scarce. The time rotor whirrs delicately. The Doctor’s scarf is caught in the door. Romana tugs on it, leaving him to lean back against the console and sigh to himself, musing about the consistency of minor interruptions and how they haven’t been to a proper vacation in ages. He’ll take her to Paris. Why don’t he take her to Paris right now? Romana agrees that that’s an excellent idea, so they start setting the coordinates, not by the book. They’re both doing it one handed.