As I don't seem to be able to post 'normal' things...

That being stuff about my life, here is some more of my bad, un-beta'd fic. I know, I should be blogging about my days and views I have on the news, music, the world in general, but I never really seem to be able to do that. My life generally is get up, go to work, hate my life, come home, eat dinner, hate my life, go to bed. Not very exciting reading. Therefore, you're just getting fic again. If anything changes or my mood lifts, I'll see what I can do opinions wise.

Anyways, fic. Two short bits, both a bit saucy so I suppose I should warn you. Although I'm sure you are all old enough. These were written for a LJ challenge in about five minutes flat for each of them, so please forgive any mistakes that I've not picked up and general rushy-type crappiness. So - away we go...

Carbon

It wasn't him, not really.

He looked the same, he sounded the same. Well, nearly the same. This him was cheekier. Sexier. More overt.

When he'd found her at UNIT she'd thought it was him, the 'original' him, at first glance. But then she'd noticed the slight differences in the stance, the walk... He'd then greeted her with a huge hug as normal, but had let his hand linger a little too long on her hip. She was convinced she was dealing with a sort of shape shifter until he'd explained he'd come back through some crack in time somewhere, that it had gone sour over there and he'd come back to the only other place he'd known before he'd been, in his words, 'dumped'.

She'd done some physical checks just to make sure and then, because she couldn't think of what else to do, she'd taken him home.

And somehow, they'd ended up here.

He was so free, everything wild and new and fascinating to him, the same and yet nothing like him. He'd held her hand during dinner, brushed her cheek, tucked her hair behind her ear during dessert and kissed her over coffee. She'd told herself it wasn't him, it was a carbon copy, not the original. A carbon copy with blurred edges, not quite the same, some rough and incomplete spots here and there, not the same... But then, then he'd traced down her neck with his mouth, all small kisses, flickering tongue and nipping teeth, his fingers joining in. Popping buttons open on her blouse, reaching in, stroking and teasing lace covered flesh and she didn't care, just didn't care. Because. Because she didn't. She wanted to have him, because he was so very good at this. Because she could.

He slid into her slowly, the weight of his body pinning her to the sofa and she arched upwards to meet him, wondering if this is what it would have been like with him. Would the rhythm have been the same, the feel of him inside her. Would he have felt like that, buried deeply in her? Would he have teased her nipples with his mouth, that never still, rarely silent mouth? And would his fingers have slid down and touched her like that as he'd picked up the pace, pushing faster, harder? She scraped her nails down his back as she climaxed and just as she came back to herself, she wondered if he would groan when he came like that, if he ever had come like that, sticky and hot inside of her.

She felt his breath against her neck as he shifted off her and she was sure she could feel the edges of him blur a little more, the copy degrading slightly. She moved away from him and reached for her clothes.

'I'm not him, you know. I have his memories, but I'm not him. I'm me.' He reached and stroked her back. 'I'm different.' He kissed her between the shoulder blades.

'I'm different. I'll be different. It'll be different.'

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Punchline

'Now, this part, Martha... This part is very interesting.'

The Doctor pointed to a diagram in a huge, ancient book and continued. 'See. All these extra bits and bobs... How do they all fit in?'

Martha peered at the book. She had no idea.

'Most organs are smaller. I have two hearts, but they are smaller. And more efficient. Naturally. I'm really a bit of a medical marvel, even if I am getting on a bit. Fit as a fiddle, me.' He grinned widely at her. 'Anyway, the organs are smaller but work at a higher level - huge lung capacity but I have a respiratory bypass system - can go without air for a while. Not for long, but it's certainly handy...'

He went to turn the page, but Martha stopped him.

'Is everything smaller?'

'Well, as I said, most are.'

'Just internal organs? What about external?'

The Doctor looked at her in something akin to shocked surprise. 'Martha Jones, I am surprised at you!' he blustered 'I... I...' He shook his head. 'I am lost for words, really. And not very often that happens, to be honest, as you well know.'

'I'm just interested. Medical curiosity. What if something happens to you, how do I know if you look 'normal' or not?' Martha said as seriously as she could. She wasn't being very successful.

'I am perfectly normal, I'll have you know. And I'm glad you find it so funny.' He slammed the book shut. Martha began to protest and say she was sorry when he stopped her.

'As you are so interested, Doctor Jones let's have a look at a live specimen, shall we?' He looked around, as if searching for something, stopped and then ambled up to Martha, hands in pockets. 'Oh. That would be me, then.' He unbuttoned his jacket and shirt, shrugging them off and then pulling at his tee shirt, all still within centimeters of Martha.

'Doctor, what are you doing?' She backed away slightly, until she hit the end of one of the tables in the TARDIS library.

The Doctor was now unzipping his trousers as he moved forward again, this time pressing himself against her as he stepped from his clothes, completely naked.

'Enough studying of books, doctor Jones; Time for a practical... Examination.' He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her soundly. 'It's exam time. Let's see if you and I pass...'

He soon had her as naked as he was and sitting on the library table as he kissed down her body, making, he said, 'a through examination of her for his records.' The fact that his examination included liberal use of his tongue in various areas did not upset Martha one bit and she gave him a 'A-', only deducting points for not paying equal attention to her left breast as he had to her right.

He now stood between her open thighs as she kissed down his chest, charting the muscles of his back with her fingers. She was orally examining his nipples when she reached down to stroke him and stopped as she took him in her hand.

'Ahh.'

'Martha?'

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. So it was external organs as well. Oh dear. What was she going to say to him? 'Nothing...'

'What is it about that tone of voice and that face that makes me not believe you?' He kissed her forehead.

'No really. Nothing. It really is...' She stroked him 'Nothing.' Oh, God. This was not going well, she thought.

'Good.' He smiled at her, a smug smile that seemed quite out of place in the circumstances. 'Because, my dear and lovely Martha Jones, I have a surprise for you.'

He suddenly pulled her to the edge of the table, pushing her thighs open wider and guided himself into her, thrusting hard.

Martha's eyes widened and she gasped. He was filling her completely, feeling huge and hard inside her, hitting just the right spot that made her shiver. He withdrew from her all the way and thrust again, making Martha groan with pleasure and he filled her again. She grasped his shoulders and looked at him. The Doctor grinned at her one of his hugest, most self-satisfied grins.

'So, Martha Jones, what have we learned today?' He thrust back into her. 'That Time Lords have some smaller, but superior functioning, organs.' Thrust. 'And of course, being a Time Lord I have one constant advantage.' He thrust once more and bent to nibble Martha's earlobe.

'What's that?' Martha squeaked breathlessly.

He moved his lips from her earlobe to whisper low to her.

'It's bigger on the inside.'