FLASHES:  SCENES FROM THE YIN YANG UNIVERSE



Flashes 1:  THE NATURAL
by Lori Summers


	It didn't take a genius to perceive that Ace was pissed off.  She'd been 
stomping around all afternoon, slamming doors, throwing things down with far 
more force than was warranted.  The Doctor was trying to do some research into 
a genetic malformity that had suddenly begun to plague only the firstborn 
daughters on a distant Earth colony but was getting nowhere because he could 
always hear her banging around.  She also kept coming into the library for no real 
reason, puttering for a few minutes, then she'd leave again.    He knew her very 
well, and this meant that there was something really bothering her and she wanted 
to talk to him about it but her pride wouldn't let her admit how *much* it was 
bothering her.  It also wasn't hard to guess what the problem was.
	The next time she came in he put down his book and spoke up.  "Still upset 
over Treag Trib?"
	"Aren't you?" she demanded immediately.  "I keep seeing it in my head, 
every time I close my eyes.  The destruction...we could have stopped it!"
	He sighed.  "If we had..."
	"I know, I know what would have happened.  That doesn't make it any easier 
to live with!" she exclaimed, shivering and rubbing her arms.  She looked 
unbelievably tense.  He got up and strode over to her, taking her hand and pulling 
her along with him.  "Where are we going?"
	"You'll find out."  An idea had popped into his head and now there was nothing 
to do but see it through.
	He led her through what seemed like miles of corridor into areas of the 
TARDIS she didn't recognize.  They finally went through a door that looked like any 
other door, but once they were through the doorway it was clear that this room 
was special.
	It was extremely dim.  The floor was regular white tiles like any other floor, 
but the room didn't seem to have any walls.  Instead, it was a 360 degree view of 
the most incredible sunset she'd ever seen.  It looked so real, even though Ace 
knew it had to be a holographic projection with false perspective, the tiled floor 
disappearing into the horizon.  The room was nearly empty but filled with very 
soft background noise...sounded like ocean waves, or perhaps wind in trees.  The 
sound seemed to change every second.
  In the center of the room was a long waist-high padded bench, which due to the 
projected lack of walls, appeared to be standing in the middle of nowhere and not 
inside a room at all.  He led her over to it and stood her there, a small knowing 
smile on his face.
	"What is th..."  He stopped her words with one finger to her lips.
	"Shh.  Relax."  He brought his fingers to her face and pressed with his 
thumbs near her temples and hairline.  The tension in her scalp seemed to 
magically melt away.  Ace's eyelids fell closed all by themselves.  His hands 
moved from her face to her shirt buttons.  He slowly undid each button, reaching  
inside her shirt after each one fell open to caress the skin beneath.  He slid it off 
her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.  His hands roamed over her stomach and 
sides, not really pressing hard, just sliding sensously over her smooth skin.  In 
another second her jeans and panties were around her ankles.  She stepped out of 
them, her eyes still closed, the soft sounds emanated by this odd room washing 
over her.  Her hands reached up towards his tie but he moved them away gently.  
He pushed her back so she was sitting on the bench then guided her into a position 
lying on her stomach.  The bench was almost indescribably comfortable, the 
cushions molding themselves to her form.
	She felt his hands on her legs.  He began to massage the large muscles in her 
calves and thighs, the tension seeping away beneath his strong fingers.  She was 
vaguely aware that his usually cool hands were warm...how did he do that?  He 
moved them in long firm strokes up and down from ankle to hip, sometimes cupping 
the entire limb in his hands to roll the knotted muscles between them.  He 
lengthened his strokes to include her buttocks, alternately kneading them firmly 
and caressing them gently.  She gasped slightly as his fingers went between her 
legs to massage the labia.  The waves of relaxation and arousal coursed through 
her body pushing the tension out of their way and leaving only calm looseness in 
their wake.
	He moved up to her back and shoulders, his hands seeming to be everywhere 
on her at once, the tense flesh relaxing under his ministrations.  She sighed as one 
hand firmly massaged the base of her neck and up into her hairline.  He lifted each 
arm in turn, rolling her sculpted biceps and forearms in his fingers, coaxing the 
muscles into submission.  Gently, he turned her over.  Her head lolled insensibly on 
her neck and she didn't think she could have opened her eyes if her life depended 
upon it.
	He repeated the entire process, first manipulating her neck between his 
hands.  He moved down to her legs, lifting each one again and massaging it.  She 
heard the soft sounds of fabric as he undressed, then he climbed up on the couch 
and straddled her thighs.  He rubbed and massaged her chest and abdomen, cupping 
her breasts and rolling the nipples between his fingers.  His hands found every 
nook and cranny of her torso where tension might possibly hide and kneaded it out 
of her.  The strength and finesse of his touch astounded her...my God, where had 
he learned to do this?
	He picked up her right hand, laid it on his own chest, and rubbed the entire 
length of her arm, sliding his hand around its circumference.  He repeated the 
process for her left arm.  When he was done, he grasped her hand and brought it to 
his lips.  Her eyes opened and met his.  Without breaking the gaze, he slowly kissed 
each knuckle, his lips lingering over the bony ridges.  The effect was intensely 
erotic.  He turned her hand and placed it on his own cheek, then moved his head to 
kiss the palm.  Ace moved her other hand to his thigh, then up his torso to his 
chest.  He leaned forward, moving his mouth slowly down her arm to her neck.  He 
kissed the soft skin beneath her jawline, his hands moving up and down her arms.  
She twined her fingers in his hair as his mouth slid down the smooth plane of her 
chest.  She arched her back as he took one breast in his mouth, sucking softly on 
the nipple, his tongue flicking over the peak.  Her arms circled his shoulders, 
fingers grasping at the flesh of his back, as he slid his hand down between her 
legs.  Ace's body was circling into higher and higher states of arousal, and she 
could feel him growing hard against her leg.  She gasped as he ran his fingers over 
her clitoris, exactly the way she liked it.  Her patience at an end, she grabbed him 
around the back and pulled him up, drawing his face to hers and kissing him.  His 
arms reached around her as their tongues twined, both of their breath coming fast 
now.  Her legs parted and within a second he slid into her.  He felt so much larger 
and harder than usual...Ace moaned against his mouth, her legs coming up to link 
around his thighs.  She grasped his buttocks and he began to thrust into her, 
burying his head in the hollow of her shoulder.  She could feel his hearts beating 
hard against her chest as her body spiralled higher and higher.  She pressed her 
forehead to his shoulder and undulated her pelvis against him in a familiar rythm 
that at this moment felt new and exciting.  He pistoned faster, his body stiffening, 
and Ace felt herself about to climax but then her body shuddered past that point to 
a new plateau that she hadn't known she possessed.  She moaned loudly, feeling her 
mind breaking free of its moorings to float in that semi-conscious state of 
extreme arousal.  She thrust against him as hard as she could, barely aware that 
he was groaning softly.  His hips pumped even faster for a few seconds then his 
penis seemed to grow larger inside her for one agonizing second and then he came 
with a low moan that he muffled against her shoulder.  A fraction of a second later 
Ace climaxed with an involuntary cry of ecstasy, her vision blacking out and her 
body shuddering with the force of what felt like the most powerful orgasm of her 
life.  He collapsed against her chest, both of them breathing hard.
	Ace felt herself twitching slightly as her body started regaining control of 
itself.  She grasped his head in her hands and kissed him passionately.  She rolled 
him over onto his back and nestled herself in his arms, a contented sigh escaping 
her lips.
	"Feel better?" he murmured.
	"Mmmm," Ace managed.  "Where *did* you pick up that little skill?"
	"Nowhere.  I was making it up as I went along."
	She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him, amazed.  "You're kidding."
	"Nope," he said, smiling.  
	She grinned.  "Well...if you have that much natural talent, we should see if it 
can be refined through practice."
	"Never has practicing sounded less like a chore."