thirteenth doctor one shots (old)

drunk confessions - 13 x yaz

Yaz and the Doctor were with Graham and Ryan in Ryan's living room. They had just been relaxing after having gone to 1950s Alabama, which was stressful enough for them without having been on two more adventures before that.

They were spread out across the room, Ryan in an armchair, Graham in another, and the Doctor & Yaz on a sofa. They'd mainly just been chatting, but for a few minutes at this point they'd been in silence, no one willing to say anything. It was a comfortable silence, mainly, but slowly transitioned into an awkward one, tension thickening in the air.

Suddenly, the Doctor burst out: "I've never gotten drunk before, if anyone's up for that,"

"I don't have any alcohol, Doctor, sorry," Ryan shrugged.

"I haven't drunk since I was diagnosed," Graham sadly smiled.

"I'm up for it!" Yaz blurted out. She then realised that everyone in the room was staring at her. "I mean, I have stuff back at mine, if you want to go back there... My parents are at work and my sister's round a friend's," Her cheeks became tinted with pink.

The Doctor blushed back. "I'd love that, Yaz,"

They wished Graham and Ryan a goodnight, as they didn't want to join them, and started walking towards the police officer's house, a cool breeze brushing over their bodies. Stars pierced through the dark sky, some masked by the blinding streetlights closely above the two women. Yasmin put her hands in her pockets and took a deep breath, breaking the comfortable silence for a second.

"So how come your parents both work nights?" The Doctor asked politely.

"They didn't want their work to interfere with their time with us. They get about five hours of sleep when they get home so they can spend most of the day with us. It started when they were kids and they just carried on since," Yaz explained, the wind making strands of hair dance beside her face.

"Ah," The Time Lord nodded.

They reached the corner shop in a few minutes, and began browsing the alcohol section. The Doctor looked around cluelessly, whilst Yaz tried to make it look like she had any idea of what she was doing.

"How drunk do you want to get?" She scratched her head.

"Oh, um, I don't know," The Doctor laughed nervously.

"Do you want to just be relaxed and laugh at everything anyone says, or black out drunk?" Yaz put her hands on her hips.

"Okay, probably the first one,"

Yaz picked out a six-pack of fruit cider and a six-pack of beer. She had some vodka at home, if it was necessary - she really didn't know where the evening was leading to.

Once they'd reached her home, they sat in the living room, on opposite sides of the sofa. Yasmin opened a bottle of cider for the Doctor, and passed it to her, then opening one for herself. She watched the alien try it, laughing at her strange reaction but was pleased to see that she then found that she liked it.

"Okay, so, let's do truth or dare. Just to get things going," The Doctor nodded, grinning. "Okay, you go first," Yasmin decided.

"Alright. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Yaz went straight in. She really wanted to have fun.

"You should... You should... You should poke your head out the window and scream 'fuck'!" She giggled.

Yaz chuckled and did as she said, and sat back down, taking another sip of her drink. "Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Dare,"

Yaz smirked, thinking of all of the things she could tell her to do. But she had to take it slow first. "I dare you to... yell out the first word that comes out to your mind NOW!"

The Doctor gasped. "Gay!" The two women stared at each other with wide eyes before bursting out into laughter.

"Seriously?" Yasmin let out between laughs.

"Now, truth or dare?"

"I'll go with a dare again,"

"I dare you to... take off one item of clothing," The Doctor suggested, switching from her childish manner to a darker side of her. Yaz now realised that she had taken off her jacket when she entered her home.

She playfully rolled her eyes, taking off her top. The Doctor couldn't help but blush, and tried to look away without looking uncomfortable. She tried to look casual by finishing off her first bottle of cider with a huge gulp.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare,"

"I dare you to stuff ice down your bra for a minute." Yaz smiled at the Doctor's shocked face. She ran and grabbed a handful of ice from her freezer, and stuffed it down her top before she could protest. But she soon found out that there was no bra to stuff anything down.

"You're not wearing a bra,"

"They get uncomfortable, okay! After spending a few thousand years as a man you get used to not having to wear one," She pouted - and Yaz was sure she fainted from the sight of it. The alien took the ice from her top and asked for another dare.

"I dare you to down another bottle of cider in one go,"

She grinned and obeyed, tilting her head back and gulping every last drop down her throat. Yaz glared at her neck as she swallowed, feeling even more attracted to her than ever.

"Can you paint my nails?" She blurted out as soon as she finished her drink. Yasmin Khan grinned and got her box of nail paints for her.

"What colour do you want?"

"Oooo... Pink!" The Doctor pointed to a soft pink colour. Yasmin began painting light strokes on her finger nail, delicately holding her hand in hers. It felt very intimate, considering that her companion did not have a t-shirt on. Yaz could feel the Doctor's breath on her face, her warmth spreading across her, leaving tingles within her skin.

They remained in silence for the rest of the time Yaz was coating her fingernails, but once she had done, they continued with their game. The Doctor was in awe of her fingers, staring at them whilst they were resting on her crossed legs whilst they were drying.

"I dare you to kiss me," Yaz announced, giving up on going in slowly. She might as well just try.

To her surprise, the Doctor crawled over to her on the other side of the sofa, placed her hand on her jaw and kissed her. Yaz didn't want to let go. She let her hand travel up the alien to her hair, fingers tangled in the blonde strands. The Doctor's lips felt warm and tasted lightly of the cider she had been drinking, and the Doctor herself smelt of vanilla. Yasmin couldn't help but drown in her senses.

When the Time Lord pulled away, her breathing had quickened and her pupils had dilated. The brown haired girl looked down, biting her lip and smiling. It had finally happened.

"My turn, then," The Doctor panted. "I dare you to give me a hickey," Yaz raised an eyebrow, but obeyed. She pulled her shirt out of the way, placing her lips on her collar bone. She sucked on her skin, causing small moans to leave the Doctor's mouth. She continued to suck for half a minute, stopping every so often to kiss around the sensitive area. After she was done, a dark purple mark appeared, satisfying both women.

"I dare you to take me to my bedroom,"

The blonde woman did as she was told, leading Yasmin to her bedroom (after trying to find it first). She laid against the head board, inviting Yaz on top of her. They began kissing again, the atmosphere becoming hotter and thicker with body heat and lust. Yaz felt the Doctor suddenly stop kissing, so she stopped, pulling away from her to see what happened.

She smiled as she saw the Doctor sleeping below her. Carefully, she took her coat, suspenders and boots off and place the duvet over her as normally as she could - she felt a bit tipsy now. Yasmin took her own shoes off, turned the lights of and got into bed herself, her arm draped upon the Doctor's stomach as she fell asleep.