Requested by telekinetic-geek
In your defense, you had been itching to put that coat on since the Doctor started wearing it. And it was given to him by Janis Joplin, for goodness sakes! At least, that’s what he kept saying. Whether it was true or not… well, you wanted to put it on. Janis Joplin and Time Lord fashion aside, you sort of had a tiny fantasy about wearing his clothes. You hadn’t realized until he had to let you wear his tie (more like he made you wear his tie because disguises), but ever since then, the coat had been on your list of potential victims.
Now, you were alone in the TARDIS, and that coat was folded up and lying on the console, all innocent and unguarded. Some part of you reasoned that he might not appreciate you touching it. It was his personal property, it was his trademark, it was his pride-
It was his fault that he had left it unattended.
You slipped the coat on and immediately realized that the Doctor didn’t just wear this as a fashion statement. It was comfortable. Oh, he was gonna pitch a fit when he next regenerated and stopped being able to wear it.
“‘Ello, I’m the Doctah!” you said to the empty TARDIS, brandishing an invisible sonic. You imagined yourself as the Doctor (shirt too tight, shoes don’t match suit, constant management of the hair). "How many random things can I babble about today? Ooh, who knows, but look, a shiny thing! And a big red button that must never, ever be pressed? What shall I do? Press it, of course! But first, I’m gonna lick it, because I have to lick everything, and I’m gonna be completely oblivious to the fact that licking everything is slightly disgusting and slightly sexy in a weird, weird way… ooh, I’m gonna use my sonic which works on everything except for wood even though it’s a super-advanced piece of machinery, and watch me flirt my way across the galaxy with my blue box- AGH!“
The Doctor stood in the doorway, looking slightly… startled, by what he was seeing. But before you had the chance to make an excuse, he laughed.
"I that what I’m like?” he asked, chuckling as he walked to you.
You smiled, torn between letting yourself be embarrassed and fighting the embarrassment with devil-may-care attitude. For the sake of saving face with the Doctor, you chose to stand somewhere in between. “Sort of. I was getting a bit carried away.”
“Eh…” The Doctor did that thing with his lips, that unintentional little duck-lipped pout that he made when he was weighing and measuring a concept. Then he smirked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, if I’m anything like that, I must be a rather attractive bloke. Very interesting, very likable.”
It occurred to you that the Doctor might have heard the bit about the sexy licking, but you decided to play it safe and not mention it unless he brought it up first.
“In fact,” the Doctor continued, all bravado, “I must be the most brilliant, handsome man in all time and space, if that is what you think I’m like. And, also, because of this.”
The Doctor held out his hand and there, pinched between his finger and thumb, was a piece of paper. And on that paper was a name that you knew well, along with an address that you didn’t recognize, but- oh. Oh.
“How did you know?” you asked.
“I perused your collection of books and noticed that certain ones, by a certain author, just happened to look as if they had been read more often than the others.” The Doctor flashed you a smile; an I’m-so-clever-aren’t-I-of-course-I-am smile that would get on your nerves if it weren’t so adorable. “And I thought about it and decided… eh, why not make it a trip?”
You gaped at the Doctor. “You’re kidding.”
“Nuh-uh. Not kidding.” He grinned at you. “How’s a visit to your favorite author to make up for me leaving you alone in the TARDIS for so long today?”
“Yes!” you nearly squealed, wrapping your arms around the Doctor’s waist and hugging him tightly. “Thank you, that you so much.”
“Of, course,” the Doctor said, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Just one question first.”
The Doctor’s lips brushed against your ear, pushing his cool breath to tussle your hair and make goosebumps on the back of your neck.
“Is it really sexy when I lick things?”
Whether you would admit to the sexiness of licking or not, the Doctor, of course, had several experiments in mind including an ice cream cone and the patch of skin where your collarbone dipped. But, shh. You can’t know that yet. It’s a surprise.