aunt_zelda | First Kiss (Second part of my Academy!Fic Series) (Reply)

Title: First Kiss

Rating: PG-13, for lotsa kissing. And some mild language.

Pairings: Theta/Koschei (duh) but also Ushas/Theta and Ushas/Koschei (Ushas is the Gallifreyan-Academy-Fic equivalent of Capt. Jack, methinks.)

Summary: Theta has his first kiss … es.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Theta Sigma, Koschei, or Ushas. If I did, the world of Who would be very different indeed ...

A/N: Second fic in my Academy series (I guess it’s a series.) They’re not chronological, more like snapshots from the gang’s time at the Academy. I’ll be jumping about a lot. And I know there are no deer on Gallifrey, that’s the TARDIS translating for you! And yes, I know it’s highly unlikely that they had ties but … I … said … so! Yeah … just pretend it’s Hogwarts with Time Lords instead of magic and don’t start nitpicking until I weasel Drax in here …

I think the gang is somewhere around fifteen here, for those of you keeping score at home.

Enjoy! Please leave lots of comments!

First Kiss

Concealed in a storage shed they’d converted long ago into their ‘secret lair’ (ditching etiquette class once again) Theta, Koschei, and Ushas were daydreaming out loud about what they’d do once they got out of school. As usual, they planned to team up together, steal a TARDIS when they didn’t pass the test, and go off traveling in space and time.

Life seemed so inexplicably dull and slow here on Gallifrey, they longed for adventures such as the Time Lords (and Ladies, Ushas always reminded the boys) had gone on. They were going to rule entire solar systems, as a way of sticking it to the High Council, and have forbidden relations with any attractive species they encountered.

Ushas laughed her high-pitched laugh. “We’ll be invincible!”

Koschei nodded, leaning against the wall for support. “Unstoppable!”

Theta had actually slid to the floor and was giggling hysterically. “We’ll be known across the universe! Theta, Koschei, and Ushas!”

Ushas paused, corralling her laughter. “Oi! How come I’m last?!”

“Because you’re a girl.” Koschei and Theta said in unison.

Ushas scowled. “Well, if that’s how you feel, you can count me out of this … insanity! See how far you idiots get without me around to keep you from blowing up a sun!” she yanked the door open and marched off into the field, skirt swishing imperiously.

Theta had regained control of his breathing. “Ushas! No!” Koschei heaved the other boy to his feet and they raced after the seething Time-Maiden.

“We didn’t mean it like that!” Koschei yelped, seizing Ushas’ hand and whirling her around. “Really!”

Ushas yanked her hand from Koschei’s, crossed her arms, and gave the two boys a furious look of consideration.

She sighed. “Fine …”

Theta threw his arms around her. Koschei beamed, hugging her as well, though not as enthusiastically as Theta.

Ushas rolled her eyes. “If I don’t, the High Council will probably commission me to hunt you two down anyway, so I might as well be there with you and have some fun before some yes-man catches us … Oi! Stop that!” she kicked Koschei in the shins: he’d been copping a feel.

Koschei gave Ushas his best (and very convincing) look of doe-eyed innocence, which was very hard to achieve whilst hopping up and down in pain. “What? What did I do?” he flashed a sultry smirk at her.

Ushas wriggled out of Theta’s suffocating embrace and started for Koschei, eyes blazing with her signature rage. “I’m going to kick your skinny ass from here to Rassilon’s Festival!” she screeched, raising one foot – which was clad in a formidable-looking boot – into the air.

Koschei made a noise that sounded suspiciously like ‘eeek!’ and ran towards the forest. “Save me, Theta!” he yelled over his shoulder as Ushas gained on him. She was yelling dire threats in several languages at the fleeing Koschei.

Theta sighed, ruffled his own hair, and started after them. He knew that he’d probably find Koschei shoved against a tree with Ushas kissing him (yuck!) or, worse yet, Ushas shoved against a tree and Koschei kissing her (double yuck!)

For some inexplicable reason he, Theta Sigma, was never the one shoved against the tree, or doing the shoving, though he quite liked to imagine shoving Koschei against a tree, a wall, or any other flat surface, quite a lot these days.

Theta wondered why that was so. Was it normal to fancy your best friend? Well, he did have two best friends, and he felt like he’d swallowed something large whenever he thought about either of them in a romantic sense. But he understood Ushas (and girls), and how boys and girls got along in that way. It was him and Koschei that intrigued him. How might that work?

This time it was Koschei shoved against a tree, with Ushas snogging the hell out of him. But this time Ushas had mysteriously succeeded in tying Koschei’s hands behind the tree with her school-tie, which was something new entirely. Koschei’s leg was arching up to clench around Ushas’ waist, but she kept pushing it back down with a laugh.

Ushas turned around when Theta coughed loudly: her lipstick was smeared in a reckless, sexy way. Without her tie, her blouse was dipping down to reveal a lot more cleavage than usual.

Ushas looked down at herself, then back up at Theta, and grinned. “I’m up here, Sig,” she said, pointing to her eyes.

Theta turned red. He turned even redder when Ushas shoved him against a totally new tree and ran a hand through his eternally-messy hair.

He was certain he was redder than his school-sweater when Ushas leaned forward and pressed her sticky lips against his trembling ones.

Ushas had never kissed Theta on the lips. His forehead, yes, and on his cheek from time to time, but never on his lips. That was something she did with Koschei while Theta squirmed in the corner, stealing glances and feeling very odd indeed.

Ushas pulled back and glanced over her shoulder, where Koschei was still tied to the tree. “Getting off on this, you perv?” she asked him, tweaking Theta’s nose with a smirk.

Theta caught the flicker of embarrassment on Koschei’s face: aha!

Ushas dragged Theta towards Koschei, spun him around, and planted her hands on his shoulders. Then she leaned down and whispered into Theta’s burning ear. “Go on, Theta … you know you want to.”

Theta went red. He stared at Ushas, then at Koschei.

Koschei’s eyebrows jumped light years.

Ushas smiled and gave Theta a little push. “Oh, come on, Sig …”

Theta rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, biting his lip. (Koschei’s eyes were burning holes into his school-sweater, he was sure of it!)

Then he threw caution and modesty to the wind and lunged forward, standing on tip-toes to reach Koschei’s lips.

Theta had never kissed a boy before. Until five minutes ago, he hadn’t kissed anybody before. Of course, he wasn’t sure that Ushas semi-attacking him counted as a first-kiss. Then again, Koschei was semi-tied-up right now, so did this count as a first kiss either?

Theta’s inner-debate was brought to a close when he felt Koschei’s lips moving against his.

He suddenly realized that the strange something he’d tasted on Ushas’ lips was Koschei. This made Theta shed his tentative embarrassment for good, because he was determined to make Koschei taste like him, though he hadn’t ever thought about what he, Theta Sigma, tasted like. He hoped it was good, because he liked kissing Koschei, as he knew he would, and he didn’t want to stop any time soon.

Then Koschei’s tongue slipped into Theta’s mouth, and Theta lost all coherent thought.

Ushas cackled – quite a good cackle for someone so young – and scurried off, leaving Koschei and Theta alone, in the woods, with an extra school-tie.

The End