Word Count: 1436
Author's Summary: The true story of what happened on the way back to Paris. (Probably.)
Character/Pairings: Fourth Doctor, Romana, Duggan
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing
Okay, there are other reasons. For example, this fic is also hilarious, hot, and very well written. Biichan has nailed Four and Romana's condescending City of Death patter. Poor Duggan is obviously in way over his head, but he's not adverse to confusing circumstances. In fact, he seems rather to be enjoying them...
“So do you live here, in this box of yours?” Duggan asked, peering around the roundish room with its white walls. There were circle things on the walls. He couldn't remember at first what they were called.
“Oh yes,” said Romana, smiling at him. The Doctor didn't smile, but he'd stuck his head under the mushroom-shaped thing in the center and was doing something with tools.
He looked around the room. There wasn't a bed. “But where do you sleep?”
“I don't need to, much,” said Romana. “A few hours every few nights, that's all. I do have a room with a bed in it, though. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure,” Duggan said casually. “Why not?”