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AND ALSO OK GUYS I ACTUALLY DID 1-12 PLUS THE WAR DOCTOR BUT MY CLASSIC WHO IS STILL IFFY SO YOU HAVE TO TELL ME IF SOMETHING I WROTE IS WRONG, OKAY?
How the Doctor would kiss you…
The First Doctor never really understood what the whole kissing business was about, seeing as it was highly frowned upon and therefore never done on Gallifrey. You had to introduce him to the idea, which he happily took to. At first, he just saw it as a ‘fascinating alien courting ritual,’ and he made all sorts of observations about the simultaneous uses of teeth and tongues and lips and how a kissing pair had to angle their heads in order to not bump noses, but that scientific view on things quickly faded when he realized how much he enjoyed it. So now he’s the one who’s always initiating kisses. He likes to keep you close all the time, but he’s especially cuddly for kisses. You didn’t teach him that- he must be a natural.
The Second Doctor gives kisses regularly, like clockwork. Literally, you could probably tell time by them. He kisses you when you wake up, he kisses you at breakfast, he kisses you when you check each other over before leaving the house, and so on and so forth. Occasionally you surprise him with a kiss that wasn’t 'on schedule,’ and it usually gets him blushing and muttering himself into a ramble. You don’t mind, of course. It’s always very flattering to know how much your kisses affect him.
The Third Doctor gives the kind of kisses that make people ask if you’re married. He’ll be walking with you, arm-in-arm, and he’ll lean over to kiss you on the corner of your mouth. He kisses you before and after either one of you leave the room, and each kiss is always accompanied by a happy “My Dear.” His kisses are soft and chaste, happily given and eagerly received. There’s no shortage of them, but don’t forget to give him kisses, as well. It’s nice when he’s reminded that you feel just as much affection as he does.
The Fourth Doctor is wholly enthusiastic about kissing. You say something clever? You get a kiss. You help him save a planet? You get a kiss. You give him jelly babies? You get a kiss. Whenever he gets a 'eureka!’ moment, he turns around, grabs you by your shoulders, and plants a sloppy kiss right on your mouth. Kissing you against the side of the TARDIS is one of his favorite activities, which he engages in as often as he can. And, if anyone looks, he couldn’t care less.
The Fifth Doctor is all up for kisses. On the cheek, on the forehead, on your nose. But for the real kisses, he’s a puddle of goo. Call it an overload of sweetness if you like, but those kisses are so perfectly happy and tender that they belong in some teenage romance novel. He’s not much for excessive PDA, but there’s nothing that will stop him from giving you a kiss when you’re being brilliant, whether people are watching or not. Oddly enough, he has the funny habit of holding you at your ribcage. It’s a little strange, but he found a sensitive spot you never knew you had, so it’s not as if you don’t like it.
He may be a narcissistic pain, but like most arrogant people, the Sixth Doctor has some serious self-doubt issues. He’ll never admit it under any circumstances (well, maybe after he regenerates, but maybe not even then), but he honestly has no idea if what he’s doing is correct. It didn’t occur to you that he didn’t know what to do, so you never said anything, so his kisses are a bit… um, well, he refers to it them as experimental, so that’s what we’ll say. It’s not in his nature to be gentle about it, so he’s not, but other than that, he’s open to try anything. Oh, he puffs up and preens like a peacock when he realizes that he’s pleased you, but until that moment, he’s very unsure. He’s quick to learn, though, and he never forgets what you like.
The Seventh Doctor likes control (and he’s willing to play that up if that’s what you’re into, because who doesn’t like a bit of fun?), but with you, he prefers to give you the reins. Having everything under control is practically a talent in this body, and he likes it, but even he gets tired of it. Your kisses are like his therapy: he lets you take charge and he doesn’t have to steer everything or think so hard for a while. It’s a relief, so he makes it last. Long, drawn-out kisses are his only order of the day: otherwise, you can do what you want, and he happily complies.
The Eighth Doctor is the romantic one and he knows it, and he would be ashamed of himself if he couldn’t give you a properly amazing kiss. He always wraps his arms around you and pulls you very close to him, which is just another effect of that body’s lack of care for personal space. Oddly enough, he prefers to kiss while sitting down, which prompted the installation of a loveseat in the console room. Nobody complains about the very long 'sitting sessions.’ It was a surprise and his proper self decided to press you against a wall for a bout of making out, but nobody complained about that, either.
You wouldn’t think that the War Doctor would be all that keen on kissing, but he is. The only physical affection he really gets is from you, and he’ll take everything he can get. A war is on, after all, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see you again, so he makes every second he has with you count. He kisses reflect that: they’re desperate. He hugs you to him as tightly as he can without hurting you and refuses to let you go. He takes his time and makes every kiss last for as long as he can, because he knows that he might never get to again.
The Ninth Doctor isn’t exactly gentle. It’s not that he doesn’t try, because he does try (sometimes), but when he kisses you, it reminds him that you chose him, and that gets him a little fired up. So aside from those occasional pecks on the forehead that he’ll give you on his way by you, his kisses are rather intense. He’s all about kissing you in public- he likes to show you off, after all. But when it’s not in public, there’s almost a routine: He holds you by the hips or at the small of your back, starts with a softer kiss, than nips and kisses his way down your neck and then back up again for a much rougher kiss on the mouth. So it’s a bit repetitive, but that sort of repetition is nothing to scoff at. There’s something to be said for consistency.
The Tenth Doctor is rather enthusiastic. Not only are there kisses all the time, but they’re not half-baked kisses, either. Ten has an oral fixation, if you haven’t noticed, and kissing is his favorite activity, as long as it’s with you. And, well, there’s a lot of tongue involved. You know he likes to lick things, and that crosses over into basically anything else he does with his mouth. He licks, nibbles, and nips his way through kisses, always with one arm around your waist. And just because he’s using his mouth doesn’t mean that he isn’t talking. He talks. He mumbles and whispers and moans the whole time. What he says, well… it’s very complimentary.
The Eleventh Doctor has three main settings when it comes to kisses. The first setting is the “surprise!” kiss, which ranges everywhere from “Oh wow you gave me any idea you’re wonderful here let me kiss you without warning” to “Oh dear Rassilon I thought you were dead come here so I can kiss you silly just so that I’m sure you’re real” as well as “We just saved a planet let’s have celebratory kissing!” You get the idea. Setting number two is more along the lines of “C'mere you sexy thing” and those only happen in private, when you’re doing something he finds especially kiss-worthy. Setting number three, by far the most important, are what you might consider the real kisses. Nothing prompted them other than good timing. The Doctor, being his shy self, leans in, pecks you on the lips, pulls back, and then does it again, and again, until you finally reach back and give his hair a tug (which he absolutely adores), so that he’s forced to keep his lips on yours, where they belong.
The Twelfth Doctor has an attitude, and that goes for his kissing as well. He doesn’t kiss randomly; he gets that gleam in his eye and you know it’s coming. He’s firm about it. He wants you to know everything he has trouble saying, and he’s very good at communicating via kiss. His hands don’t stay still until the clench the fabric at your back and hang on for dear life, because those kisses aren’t quick business. He has a thing for nibbling your bottom lip, and surprisingly, this body is almost as insistent as the Tenth that there be gratuitous amounts of tongue involved. You usually end up on a chair so that you don’t fall over, and neither of you usually notice that you’ve gone from precariously swaying to sitting slantways. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder when the kissing finally dies down. He sometimes falls asleep like that, leaning against you with his fists bunched up in your clothes, so be sure the chair you two land on is comfortable.
*Well, flubbles, I hope everything I just wrote wasn’t ridiculous, because I’ve never kissed anyone before, so… what do I know, right?