Where Doesn't Matter (Doctor Who - Heroes Crossover)

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Waking up in a giant feather bed, I stretch my arms above my body and turn my head to look at the curving, studded walls around me. There's not a single window here, and while that might have bothered me just a few hours ago, I've come to completely accept where I am. Nathan would call me naive. He'd call me a puppy, blindly following any stranger that held his hand out to me.

Maybe that's true, but no one would believe me back home even if I told them where I was or what I was doing. Not even the people who know what I can do and what I'm capable of. I'm the dreamer, head in the clouds. Sometimes literally.

Things have not been so easy for me lately. I nearly blew up New York City. I lost my memory and my last girlfriend in a future that I subsequently erased from existence. I met my father, a man who I thought was dead for over a year, had him purge what made me special from my very soul, and watched him die. Luckily, the illicit serum he had been working on restored what I thought I'd lost, even if it did not save me from my current strained relationship with my family.

For the moment, though, that doesn't matter. I'm grinning as I climb out of bed, locate my shirt on the floor and head out into a circular promenade so large that I actually can't remember where the stairs are. This particular portion of my current homes makes the idea of a feather bed inside a little blue wooden box less strange.

But even that can't compare to the man I'm traveling with.

"Uh... Doctor!" Or that I can even be lost inside a six foot square shed.

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We're too busy staring at each other -- and touching each other -- like lovers when our waitress returns with our drinks. She clears her throat and I turn my head fast enough to make my head ache. I must be ten times as red as I possibly thought I could possibly be. "Oh!" I think my voice just went up eight octaves!

"Your banana blisses, gentlemen!" she says with a bright smile. Evidently, it doesn't quite matter here if you happen to be clinging to and staring affectionately at another man.

That's a strange feeling. One that I can quell with the banana bliss in front of me. My God, this name is absolutely correct. "This...this is amazing!"

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I was enjoying just keeping my eyes along Peter, are fingers ocassionally brushing against the other, gently touching each other like we were shy lovers on our very first date. I can't help but to grin as the waitress clears her throat and Peter quickly turns his head. He really is adorable.

"Thank you" I beam as I reach over to take my own drink. I can't help but watch as Peter drinks his first. My eyes staying along him in order to take in his reaction. I then smirk as he agrees that the drink is indeed pure perfection.

"Told you so" I smirk.

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I've got 'bliss' mustache across my upper lip as I finish half of the drink, licking what I can off of my face before resorting to the napkin. I don't want to waste any of it! I can't describe the taste, but it's almost like a mini orgasm, all centered around my tongue. It's the same sort of tense and then release feeling I get just before I come. I think that this sensation is probably one of the most amazing I've ever experienced.

Thinking about all of the people who have never and will never try this drink, I'm actually pretty greatful for that. "Most humans would spend all day drinking this and doing nothing else," I say, the drink mellowing me. There's got to be some sort of drug in here, but my body regenerates and the feeling leaves only a few moments after it ignites inside of my mouth.

That's almost a shame.

"I think I might spend all day drinking this!" Secretly -- or not so much -- my fingers brush his. I guess there's really no denying it. I'm attracted to him in all ways possible. I've managed, for most of my life, to keep my tendancies towards women only after Nathan found out about a magazine with naked men in it I kept under my bed as a teenager. He beat the queer out of me for that. And since then... I've only looked. And only looked once. I can't keep my eyes, or hands, from the Doctor for long.

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I have my own bliss mustache as well as I drink this marvilous drink before me. It really is my all time favorite the cafe' has to offer. I watch as the taste seems to explode inside Peter's mouth. I can't help but grin as he seems to become a slave to the drink. As does most humans with taste buds such as their own.

I watch as that excotic look seems to take over Peter's eyes. Those large eyes are sparkling back at me and I feel a small shiver rush down my spine as I lick the creame from my upper lip. Moaning happily as I do so.

"Mmm brilliant" I grin before laughing at Peter. "And miss all of this exploring?" I tease him. My eyes falling along him once again.

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Exploring! That's right. That's why we're here. Sure, I can argue that the bliss is an exploration in and of itself, but that's only because I haven't tasted the special. I have to say this for a planet filled with people that can fly, they know how to eat.

Each bite makes me moan and I have to keep covering up my mouth before I am much too loud. Blushing, cheeks a bright red at nearly every occasion, I finally burst out in honest laughter.

"You knew this would happen," I merrily accuse the Doctor, more glee in my eyes than there should be.

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I burst of laughter leaves my lips once again. He must be becoming really annoyed with my sudden outburst. I knew this was going to be his reaction. This food and drink usually takes hold of a new tongue, sending all sorts of lovely feeling along the body.

"Maybe" I grin back at him. Giving him a little wink as I do so.

"Told you it was a wonderful drink, yeah?"

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"You think?" I murmur, knowing our eyes are sparkling in much the same way. I have to put down the bliss or else I'm absolutely sure I will be unable to help myself, moaning loudly in public is not what I want to do. My fingers head for the chips instead, they seem to be the safest food, when even the special has me drooling from smell alone.

I think I'm going to cry when I bite into the meal. It's a strangely emotional experience, just as the bliss had been. I feel like I matter just taking a bite. I feel like I belong. Everything is amplified because of my powers, though, and I groan a little and push the plate away.

My face is wet. I've been crying after all.

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I only flash Peter a grin at his question. It wasn't long until our food was brought to us by two lovely waistres, both fluttering their beautiful butterfly wings. They giggle softly at us both as they flutter away, glancing over their shoulders to steal one last glance. I grin brightly as Peter begins on his own meal.

Soft moans and groans leave me as well. It wasn't long until both of us were pushing our plates away, stomachs full of the most wonderful of food.

"Now that was a meal" I grin.

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There's no way to argue with him about that fact. I've never felt something so emotionally after having something to eat, and while I would not want to do this any time soon, I'm grateful for the experience. Wiping my face of tears, I cross my arms on the table and drop my head down into them, just to rest for a moment.

There's a comfortable silence for several long minutes before I finally am capable of lifting my head again. My eyes are bright, but not with tears.

"I want to go flying," I say, mirth in my voice. "Let's go see how the weather's like!"

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I grin at him bright as he finally looks back up at me. I allow him to take his moment to regain himself. My eyes sparkle at him beautifully before I reach my hand out to him, slipping my fingers into his own.

"I can promise you that the weather is beyond beautiful this time of year" I smile at him, giving him a tug towards the balcony so he can look out at the beautiful sky.

"It's perfect."

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"Everything about this is perfect," I murmur, knowing how high school musical this was all sounding. I take his hand as we head out onto the balcony and I scan the horizon of this bright and beautiful world.

There's a big patch of sky where no one's at and I wrap my arms around the Doctor's waist and, after bending my knees, take off in a huff of smoke into the air.

I'm laughing. I can hear him laughing. It's brilliant. And wonderful.

And beautiful.

"This is awesome!"

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Both of us were laughing like to children that were on some huge playground. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck as we fly through the warm skies. My wild hair blowing along my features as I laugh into the air. I can't help but scream and cheer out of excitment.

"I knew you would love it" I call back to him. Flashing him a huge grin as we fly so beautiful along this wonderful planet.

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