Touch Me, Daddy
For.
The door swings open, and I sit up, my heart in my mouth, my entire body on fire as Doctor Storm steps into view, looking like a golden burning sun. He beams at me, and pushes his dark hair back, taking sturdy steps into the room. I watch him drop his suitcase and stethoscope on the table, next to the burning candle, and draw in a deep breath as moisture forms in between my legs.
Shit.
I hope he doesn't smell me.
What am I even saying... I hope he does!