i don’t know if anyone’s ever noticed this before, but I finally got around to rewatching Doctor Who and just saw it. So, in the episode “The Family of Blood”, there is character named Timothy Latimer, who is a low level telepath. And in season 7, in the episode “The Snowmen”, the man Clara works for as a governess is named Captain Latimer, who’s family becomes entangled with telepathic snow. I just had the thought- what if Timothy is the son of one of the children of Captain Latimer, and the reason he has a telepathic field is because of the encounter with the snowmen? Just a thought, though that theory probably wouldn’t have much evidence behind it.
Media - Doctor Who
Character - Timothy Latimer (Age Up)
Couple - Timothy X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Trainee Nurse)
Rating - 12
Word Count - 693
Timothy sat curled up on the cold, rough stone floor, his small frame bundled tightly in a tattered, oversized coat that enveloped him like a cocoon. The chill of the night seeped through the cracks in the walls, and he instinctively huddled deeper under the shadowy stairwell. Surrounding him was an impenetrable darkness, pierced only by the pale, silvery light of the moon that slanted through the dusty windows, casting elongated shadows that danced across the floor. The silence was profound, wrapping around him like a heavy blanket, save for the quiet rhythm of his breathing, which felt loud and intrusive in the stillness.
Just as he settled into the isolation, a sudden sound broke through the silence. A delicate pattering of footsteps echoed down the hallway, accompanied by the soft, warm glow of a flickering candle. Timothy's heart raced, and he instinctively pressed himself further into the shadows, desperately seeking concealment and hoping the narrow passage would keep him hidden from view.
Y/N, the trainee nurse, navigated the dimly lit corridor. Her long grey dress swept the floor, the hem fraying slightly from frequent wear, while a crisp white apron. The flickering candle she clutched in her slender fingers emitted a gentle warmth, casting a cosy glow that fought back the encroaching darkness as she approached.
Just as Timothy thought he had successfully remained undetected, an irritation tingled at the back of his nose. A cloud of dust, stirred up by his fidgeting, unleashed an uncontrollable sneeze that erupted from him, shattering the oppressive quiet like a thunderclap. It reverberated through the empty hall, startling both him and Y/N.
She halted abruptly, her footsteps ceasing as the candlelight flickered uncertainly. The light danced across the walls as she turned, drawn back towards the source of the sound. With cautious steps, she approached the stairwell, the candle illuminating the hidden boy, casting his anxious expression into sharp relief. Timothy's wide eyes met hers, caught between fear and the desperate hope for understanding.
“Timothy? What on earth are you doing under there?” She asked,
“Oh… Uhh… you know… just.. Uhh… just hanging out.” He sheepishly replied,
“Mhm… Timothy why are you hiding under the stairs?”
“... you promise not to get me in trouble?”
“Well, that depends,”
“Please Y/n,” he whined,
“Alright, go on tell me,”
“The boys kicked me out of the dorm room,”
“I see,” she nodded, “Why?”
“I’ll get in trouble if I tell you,”
“Timothy. You’ll be in more trouble if you don’t,”
“The boys snuck in beers from the village.”
“Ummm.” she nodded, “And so why did they kick you out?”
“They thought I’d snitch.” he answered, “And they don’t like… talking about their stuff with me around. Girls and what not you know.”
“I do,” she sighed, “Alright, thank you for telling me Timothy.” She offered her hand,
He gulped but slowly slid his hand into her own,
Y/n gently helped him to his feet and gave his clothes a brush off, “I shall go tell the matron-”
“No!” he yelped, “You can’t, if you tell the matron, they’ll know I snitched. And… and then they’ll take me down the field and kick the crap out of me.”
“Will they now? Do they do that alot?”
“Yeah.” he nodded sheepishly,
“Leave it with me,” She smiled fixing his blonde hair from his eye, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before she began to walk to her office,
Timothy turned bright red and he lost any attempt at words for a moment, “What are you going to do!?” He yelled after her,
“Kick their asses for you.” She answered as she disappeared around the corner,
He beamed with uncontainable joy, unable to suppress the wide grin that spread across his face. The warmth of her lips lingered on his cheek, where she had just planted a sweet kiss. He couldn’t help but bring his hand to the spot, savoring the light, electrifying sensation that rushed through him. A wave of giddiness washed over him, and he felt a delightful giggle bubbling up from within, knowing that he had just received a kiss from the nurse. It was a small moment, but it filled him with a sense of happiness that brightened his entire week.
Media - Doctor Who
Character - Timothy Latimer (Age Up)
Couple - Timothy X Reader
Reader - Y/n Latimer (Timothy's wife)
Rating - 15+
Word Count - 2796
Timothy arrived back to the small English village he once called home, as usual for the town it was raining and the old grey stones were empty a few flickering lights in the windows but nothing more, a strange haunting silence about the place now he had returned. It almost felt unnerving for things to be so quiet around him.
Then he saw her, Y/n. He hadn't seen her since he left for war. Even I'd they had been sending letters back and forth almost weekly.
She sat on the village fountain, in her boots, stockings, and a brand new green dress with ruffles around the hem, buttons up the chest and long sleeves, her hair pinned up beautifully with a matching green bow, She held an umbrella in hand, waiting patiently for his arrival home, and by how wet her dress was, she'd been waiting in the rain a long while.
His heart skipped a beat as he saw her. He looked down in utter awe that she was real, and actually here. There were so many things he wanted to say all at once, but only one thing that came out was simply “Darling.”
She immediately jumped from the fountain and ran into his arms clutching him so tight he was convinced his uniform might rip,
Timothy laughed quietly in the midst of being squeezed by her when he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, letting out a sigh of relief. He didn’t realize how much he’d missed the scent of lilacs until it was surrounding him now. He pulled back a little, just so that he could look at her, and ran a hand over her rain-dampened hair. “You waited out here in the rain, for me?”
"of course I did!" She began to cry tears of joy, "I waited all morning, and all afternoon for you,"
Timothy smiled softly as tears began to form in his own eyes. He gently cupped her cheek, his calloused thumb brushing gently over her soft cheek, trying to wipe away some of the rain. He then pulled her closer as he leaned in so their foreheads were touching. Timothy’s voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
"I've missed you more." She cooed rubbing her nose into his jacket,
He laughed quietly again at her playful remark. She was always so stubborn, even when it came to something as silly as missing each other more. Timothy smiled and then bent down until he could pick her up in his arms. It took a lot of effort with the heavy weight of his uniform on, but he managed to scoop her off her feet.
she giggled happily holding his shoulders to let him carry her making sure her umbrella was still in her hand,
He spun her in a little circle and pulled her closer to him. Her weight in his arms felt so familiar to him, as if she was a part of him. Timothy chuckled as he looked at her happy face. “You know, you could get sick from the rain.”
"you’re worth it"
Timothy chuckled again. She was stubborn as always. This had always been the dynamic between the two, she was stubborn and he was the one who fussed over her. Timothy shifted her in his arms. He then spoke in a playful tone. “If you get sick, I’m going to fuss over you the entire time, you realize that right?”
"yes but either way you're going to deal with me fussy over you know your home." She nuzzled into his neck "Now put me down and I'll show you the cottage" she encouraged Eager of course to show him the little cottage that has been waiting for his return
Timothy smiled and slowly set her down so she was standing on her own two feet while still keeping a strong hold around her waist.
“You have a cottage? You didn’t happen to buy me a matching one did you?” Timothy joked with a sarcastic smirk.
"no but it does have a very nice big bed and your own chair by the fire" she cooed
“A very nice big bed, hm?” Timothy’s smirk turned into a wolfish smirk as his grip on her waist tightened a little. His eyes flashed with something dark as he tilted her head up to look at him. “I suppose we’ll just have to test that bed, won’t we?”
"I'm sure we will" she cooed "Come on" she smiled adjusting her umbrella above them both keeping his hand in hers as she led him through the village
“Yes, ma’am.” Timothy said jokingly, though he would have actually followed her to the ends of the earth at this point. He continued to walk close to her, keeping himself under the safety of the umbrella.
Soon enough they arrived, having travelled down a small country road beside a field, and there it was. The cottage. Their new home.
The cottage sat beside a small stream with a little stone bridge to access the cottage. A small wooden fence around the garden already growing flowers, vegetables and such, the cottage was just as you'd imagine, white walls, with ivy growing, iron lined windows, and a sweet green wooden door with a stained glassed window
Timothy stopped walking as they reached the cottage, his mouth almost dropping at the sheer beauty of it. He had never seen or imagined something so beautiful before. His heart skipped a beat when he realised that this would be their home, his home. Timothy squeezed her hand softly, just to make sure it was real, this wasn’t some sort of dream. He looked down at her, his eyes full of pure affection as he spoke. “Darling, this is… this is beautiful.”
"This is our home" she cooed squeezing his hand back and leading him over the little bridge "It's official" she playfully tapped the little gate where the sweet words were painted
'Latimer cottage'
Timothy let out an involuntary laugh when he saw the name Latimer cottage on the little gate. He was starting to feel a little bit overwhelmed, in a good way, and it was making him a little emotional. He had to blink back tears when he realized this was all real. Timothy stopped her at the gate and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder. He mumbled in a muffled voice. “This real, isn’t it? I’m not dreaming?”
"it's all real my love"
Timothy’s voice was shaky as he chuckled softly. He pulled back a little, so that he could look at her and gently grasp her hands. “I’ve dreamed about this moment so many times in the trenches. I was so worried that I’d never actually make it back to you.”
"There is no need to fear anymore, you're home now. And I don't care what else happens in this world king, country or... Beings from another world. I don't care. I’m not letting my Timothy go anywhere" she hugged him tight
Timothy smiled at her words. he knew that if anyone could keep him safe from literally anything, it would be her. He returned the hug, burying his face in her hair again and breathed in the familiar scent of lilacs that always followed her. He then mumbled, “I love you, you stubborn little minx.”
"I love you more" she cooed sweetly kissing his nose "Come on come inside, and I'll get a warm fire going... And how about a toasty bath?"
Timothy let out a content sigh when she kissed his nose. It was hard to think of anything else when she was being this cute, but she then mentioned a warm fire and a warm bath. Timothy chuckled lightly when he raised an eyebrow, almost seductively, at her. “A warm bath, huh? You’re trying to get me out of this uniform already, aren’t you?” Timothy teased with a smirk.
"Frankly I'm surprised you didn't rip my dress off the moment you saw me Timothy" she chuckled as she headed inside the gate
Timothy chuckled and followed her, his smirk still on his face. He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark. To be fair, she was right. “I wanted to, you have no idea how much I wanted to.” He admitted as he continued to follow her into the cottage.
she opened the door of the cottage revealing the sweet place, a kitchen to the side with a wood-burning stove and a window to the stream, a fully stocked pantry too. Stairs led up to the bedrooms, a large living space with a fireplace, window seat and dining table, two chairs already sat by the fire waiting for them, as well as the bathroom door and door out to the back garden. The place was scarcely decorated only a few trinkets and such like but very beautiful
Timothy was immediately in awe as he followed Y/n through the cottage. It was all so beautiful and clean and… perfect. He smiled at the two chairs in front of the fire. “For us?”
"of course" she smiled going over "one for me." She smiled stroking the little blue chair, "And one for you" She smiled stroking the green chair "Each have an ottoman too,"
Timothy chuckled as he sat down in the green chair. It was more comfortable than he had been in a long time. “It’s perfect.” He said as he gently pulled her down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
she giggled "I need to get the fire going"
“But I don’t want you to get up yet.” Timothy protested, almost whining, as he tightened his arms around her waist to keep her on him for a little longer, he didn’t want to let go of her yet. She was here, with him, and he wanted her to stay right there.
"it's only a few moments my love" she cooed "I'll just be building the fire you can watch me the whole time"
Timothy almost pouted but he knew that she was right. It was only a few moments, maybe less, but it would still feel like forever. He just wanted to hold her. He sighed as he reluctantly loosened his grip on her. “Fine. But I will be watching you the whole time.” He told her, as he leaned back slightly in the chair.
she nodded and moved off his lap she knelt in front of the fireplace and began to build the fire "I'm thankful I bought all the wood in yesterday before this rain started"
Timothy watched her as she knelt in front of the fire. She looked so adorable now, with her cute little dress and the bow in her hair. He had to shift a little in the chair as the rain-dampened fabric of her dress clung to certain spots in a way that was starting to drive him crazy. Damn it. “I think you timed that perfectly then.” He said with a forced, level tone to his voice.
she agreed and lit the fire waiting a few moments while it for going starting to cascade light and warmth into the little cottage "There we are, one fire." She smiled dusting off her hands
The lighting of the fire, and the subsequent warmth it brought to the cottage, made Timothy feel almost cozy. He smiled as he watched her dust her hands after lighting the fire. He could tell she was very pleased with herself. “Very impressive,” Timothy said with a smirk. He looked up at her and patted one of his legs. “Now get back over here.”
she giggled as she stood and playfully tugged on her ribbon letting it loose and letting her curls fall knowing how he adored her hair down "Is that an order, Officer Latimer?"
“Damn it.” Timothy swore quietly in thought when her hair fell down. It was such a small action, but it drove him wild to see her looking so effortlessly beautiful like that. He chuckled and nodded, trying to regain some self-control so he wouldn’t just grab her again and start tearing at the buttons on her damn dress that were driving him crazy. “Yes. Yes that is an order.”
she giggled and happily sat on his thigh nuzzling her head into his neck
Timothy laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Damn it, he had missed the way she nuzzled into him like that. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.” He whispered with a content sigh. Having her sitting on his lap right now was the closest he’d ever been to heaven.
"I missed you too, so very badly" she whines "especially after I bought the cottage, having... A big bed, and two chairs, and two dining chairs... Hard not to miss the man who should have been occupying them"
Timothy chuckled softly as he nuzzled into her hair. The thought of a big bed brought up so many things that he desperately wanted to do with her in that bed. However, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, he wanted to take things slow, and she probably wouldn’t want to be ravished right off the bat. Well… maybe not too slow. “Oh, believe me, darling, I’ve missed you just as much.”
"umm, four years, stuck in trenches with dirty boys... however did you survive?"
Timothy laughed a little louder this time at her remark. He then smirked, his voice taking on a more playful tone, “Well, I won’t lie, it was definitely hard most days.” His arms around her waist then tightened and pulled her a little bit closer to him. His voice dropped to a more low sultry tone and he whispered, his lips almost touching the sensitive skin on her neck. “But you want to know what kept me going?”
"humm... French postcards?" She teased
Timothy chuckled and rolled his eyes slightly. “Well yes, a few of those definitely helped.” He admitted with a smirk. “But, there was one image, one beautiful, innocent, lovely image that kept me going all through the trenches.”
"oh?"
Timothy’s smirk grew, almost turning into a mischievous grin. He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and quiet as he whispered in a sultry tone. “Whenever I would start to think I couldn’t do it anymore, I would picture you. Your smile, your laugh, your lips, your eyes… your body.” he smiled, “Just the thought of one day seeing you again, was what kept me going through it all.” He continued to speak, his lips almost brushing against the sensitive skin on her neck. He continued to speak in that soft, low, sultry voice that he knew would drive her crazy “And now here you are, and we’re not in the trenches. We’re in our own little cottage with a nice big bed just for us…”
"here we are." She smiled "Life can return to... Somewhat normality,"
Timothy nodded as he pulled away and looked at her. She looked so beautiful sitting there in his lap like that, with her hair down and the damn dress that kept distracting him. She was perfect, his little Y/n. He reached up and gently caressed her cheek, running the pad of his thumb across her soft skin. He spoke in a soft, affectionate voice. “Yes, life can get back to normal. And I’ll never leave you again.”
she smiled widely and held him tight "I know you won't. Anyone who tries dragging you anywhere will answer to me," she said "and my very sharp fire poker"
Timothy laughed at the comment. “That’s my little firecracker, always ready to kick anyone’s ass that threatens your man.” Timothy teased. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her closer once more. He let his lips brush over the sensitive skin on her neck again, his voice dropped back down into a quiet sultry tone as he asked in a mischievous voice, “How sharp is the poker, darling?”
she giggled "Sharp enough I've cut my hand on it twice." She said
“How bad?”
"not too bad" she nodded "Now, how about that bath?"
Timothy chuckled softly at her suggestion. A nice hot bath sounded perfect. He nodded as he spoke, his voice taking on a slightly sultry note, now. “Yes, I think a bath sounds like a very good idea. And I wouldn’t mind a helping hand, darling.”
"of course" she nodded getting to her feet "Upstairs bathroom or downstairs bathroom?"
Timothy reluctantly let go of her waist when she stood up. He looked up at her with a smirk and spoke in a suggestive tone. “I’d say the upstairs bath. I imagine the bed’s closer and a hell of a lot more comfortable in case we happen to get a little… distracted.”
"Alright come on then" she smiled heading back to the hall and hurrying up the stairs,
I stood as I frequently did, in the corner of the impressive room doing my best to be a lady observing my etiquette rules while remaining a wallflower not desiring anyone's attention. I avoided people as if they harboured an epidemic, I dodged everyone's gazes in the hope they would reciprocate such a gesture and avoid my own in turn. But people scrutinised me, my hair, my dress, my nails, all of which would be deemed unbecoming of a lady such as myself but I despised everything about how I dressed tonight, and wanted nothing more than to be back in my grungy overalls. I noticed often glares and gossip among themselves at my expense, I loathed being any type of subject and a subject of hypothesis was the worst thing to me. With a look, a smile, and a wrong-placed word everyone commences to make assumptions about you.
They all knew I was getting too old to be unmarried, but I had little intention to do so, I disliked marriage even as a concept, but I knew the talk my dislike would stir in the general people of the village,
I disregarded such whispers and sipped my drink, my one prize for attending this mess, but I heard a voice which caused me to roll my eyes and my very soul hurt, if it had been socially acceptable and not caused a scene chitchatted over the bridge tables for the next year, I would have tossed my crystal glass and its contents into the face that homed that voice maybe the glass makes its way into his skin, I'd like to see him smirk and sweet talk himself out of that one,
"Good evening Miss Y/l/n" He flirtatiously smiled as he joined my wall,
"Good evening Mr Latimer" I Glared darting for a path to try to escape this exchange,
"Another drink?"
"No thank you,"
"Aww, why not?"
"I don't trust you." I snapped,
"You trust anyone here?"
"...No,"
"Then I'm the most trustworthy here," he winked,
"By a thin grace Timothy," I answered,
"Fair enough" He chuckled, "Anyway, do exonerate myself for that of my so bolt words miss Y/l/n, despite that It has reached my engagement of yourselves contemporary negligence to chaperone, accompany let alone arrive to particular occurrences well documented on the social calendar."
I grimaced at him, "You proud of yourself?"
"I admit a little." He expressed with a cocky smile, "Took me bloody hours to remember that lot."
"Well, Pray tell, myself potentially desire yourself to maintain determined memorised vocabulary and phrasing, of aforesaid salutations and deteriorations, succeeding pleasantries of the day, as it rightly is the appropriate, reasonable and accurate manner in which we as guests and courtesies conveyed to articulate the manner of our specialities," I smirked back,
He looked at me like I'd just spoken Aramaic to him, "I ain't that good." He laughed as he sipped his drink. "There a translation of all that?"
"You best get good. It's how we're meant to talk to each other."
"Meant to doesn't mean we have to."
"You wish to supply chatter to the masses?"
"I couldn't give a toss," he said,
"Silence is the prevention of all talk, Mr Latimer," I told him,
"Indeed it is, seldom seen in this day" he laughed, "However, whether we talk or not even just me being stood here is enough to draw talk."
"You're correct. So you should go."
"I think I'll stay."
"Why?"
"Give their boring arse's something to talk about tonight after dinner."
"I suppose,"
"Accept that we are talked about you and I both, we are both watched like hawks don't you think bells toll when they see us together."
"It's the sort of bells that worry me."
"As do they worry me." he said softly he took my hand and kissed it, "But I don't want that to stop me from talking to a pretty girl like you y/n."
"That's sweet Timothy, but I do not want to fuel talk,"
"I understand, unmarried girl in conversation with an unmarried man. Unchaperoned, unwatched, alone in a quiet corner, Humm... they'd be rife with theories about us," he smirked,
"Precisely," I nodded, "And such theories are unwanted."
"But not preventable Y/n."
"Shouldn't you be busy Timothy?" I asked changing the subject,
"Busy?"
"An Unmarried man such as yourself, attending such an event full of eligible ladies."
"Eligible ladies? Oh, leave of it y/n."
"I won't, you know how they speak of you."
"Humm Call me a siron, mutton monger..."
"The Bachelor confirmed a thousand times over."
"Say's the spinster," he smirked,
"So? Should one not be at least attempting to be seen as changing it? To be at least faking that you are talking to pretty young things?"
"I am,"
"You need a new wife Timothy. They'll talk forever if you don't" I told him, "You don't want them to call you a Bachelor forever do you?"
"I don't know, I rather like it." He said, "Then shouldn't you be doing the rounds? Trying to trap yourself in a husband to make them stop calling you a spinster?"
"I rather like it, a certain pride in... remaining free and uncaptured so long."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I feel that way too." He nodded,
"But... don't you long for some pretty girl to warm your bed?"
"I have no issues in that regard, and we both know it." He smirked his hand slipping behind my dress to move close and pinch my ass,
"Timothy!" I whispered,
"And I know you don't have any... longing need for some pretty boy to warm your bed."
"I do not know what you are referring to," I answered playfully,
"No?" he smirked moving closer to whisper, "Then I beseech you to articulate, whomsoever's a faultless, flawless, adorable, precious, titillating, salacious, alluring, seductive, salacious, curved ass" He whispered spanking my ass with each adjective that left his lips, "That ensured did myself observe so elegantly, gracefully and exquisitely clambering herself to escape my bed at daylight?"
"Perhaps one of our pretty girls," I smirked back trying not to give myself away,
"So you're telling me I lift this dress? I won't see the red sore cheeks, the bruising nail marks, the tender bite I left on... that girl, last night?"
"Well, a man could never lift a lady's dress in such a public social event," I said,
"Yeah? Try me beautiful," he smirked, his hand as sneakily as possible finding its way under my dress and he immediately stroked my ass, "Humm, right where I left you." He smirked running his fingers across his bite mark from last night, even if I had to hide my excitement and my pain as his hand back on my red raw skin. "You wanna be prim and proper you go ahead Y/n, I have something to entertain me." He smirked his hand giving my ass a firm spank before moving down between my legs, he stroked his fingers across my labia gathering wetness on his fingers, I shot him a glare but he merely smirked back at me, as his index and a middle finger found there way inside me, I gasped but did my best to hide my blushing face, looking across this high social event knowing the sort of trouble we'd be in if anyone saw us like this. The etiquette rules don't even allow hand-holding and kissing in public let alone him shoving his fingers inside me. And I know him well enough to know this would not be the end of it, and he'd have me bent over the bar table if he could just to make a point. But he was merciless with me not helped by the smirk on his face only growing the longer this went on amused by my flustered reaction and attempts to keep up appearances.
"Uhhh Timothy-" I gasped, unable to hold back,
"Humm... think how it would fuel talk Y/n. I can hear it now, young ladies talking over bridge tables of the latest social event, discussing us. Asking one another if they too saw the devilish sight in a dark consorted corner of the party." He growled in my ear close enough I could feel his breath, "How the charming captivating, ravishing, exquisite, Spinster Miss Y/l/n was attended panting and lamenting in the epicentre of the event, how all those in attendance at the event bore witness to her gagging the name of the bachelor Mr Latimer, as his appendages where caught inside her most intimate place, pleasuring her, and satisfying her, so considerably that she commenced to trickle down her legs form a puddle on the newly waxed floor."
"I do hope you mean your fingers Timothy."
"We both know I don't." He growled kissing my jaw, "Now, either stand in front of me, bend over and be a good quiet little girl or let's get out of here and I'll raw dog you in the carriage instead?"
I forced his hand away quickly before I made more noise, "Carriage. Five minutes." I demanded, going to fetch my coat.
Smut Exhibitionism / nudity / masturbation / watching/ risk of getting caught / bad girl
I pushed my body from my bed grabbed my trousers from the floor and pulled them up tightly I set the kettle on letting it boil for a while quickly making myself a coffee I picked it up and pulled it close a prolonged sip as I walked through my house and taking a seat on the window seat. sipping my coffee as I looked across the garden, My little garden sat so perfectly in the sweet sun the grey stones had a few of the leaves that had begun to fall from the trees, and the little pond was covered with lilypads and other such things, the few little flower pots lined the small metal fence that separated my garden from my neighbours. She was out tending to her garden in her little green dress and long cardigan, a basket in her hand with her trowel and a few other little tools, she saw me and for a moment our eyes met.
I raised my coffee cup to her and she gently smiled before returning to her gardening tending to the pale flowers, I returned my focus to the garden and the sweet sky even if admittedly I watched her more than I should have she caught me a couple of times which only turned my cheeks red and she would shoot me a scolding look to which I would mostly shrug back at she caught me again and I couldn't help but smile and she seemed rather frustrated but playfully so her hands on her hips glaring at me slightly biting her lip as she did, I found myself unable to remove my eyes from hers absentmindedly fiddling with the string tie of the shirt I had slept in, tugging on it a little and fiddling with the hemmed string in my hand. She glanced to the small country road that ran along the end of our fences and of course as usual not a soul.
So her response to me was to set her basket on her potting table and slip off her cardigan leaving her arms completely exposed as her dress didn't cover them at all she left the cardigan on the table and continued with her gardening almost ignoring me. I couldn't help staring rather excitedly that it was going to be one of those mornings. I craved them so much and always got so excited when I knew it was happening. I finished my coffee sitting it on the side before I pulled at my shirts string enough to loosen it completely leaving my chest exposed but my shirt still on, it took her a little while to notice leaving me a little chilly but when she caught my eye her face flashed with blush a moment I leant my head against the wall giving her a wicked smile glancing at her dress. She didn't need to be asked hitching up the skirt of her dress so high that the bottom hem now sat at her mid-thigh revealing her bare legs to me. I knew if I wanted more I'd have to give her more so I slipped my shirt off completely throwing it to the floor beside me I for a moment glanced down at myself fiddling with the small button on my trousers before glancing back to her, she seemed to chuckle turning to focus on some flowers in her garden but as she bends down clearly to pull a stubborn weed she allowed her dress's hem to rise even more I even noticed her tugging at it to the hem now sat at the small of her back and revealed to me her pale but sizeable cheeks, "Fuck-" so perfectly rounded slightly paler in colour then her legs given how often that skin didn't see sunlight, all I wanted was to get my hands on her to walk out my house jump the fence between us and take her curvacious cheeks in hand but I knew that wouldn't be half as fun, as she pulled her skin slightly jiggled which only drew my attention more. But she stood and fixed her dress turning over her shoulder to see my reaction and I was biting my lip to the point of almost drawing blood she seemed amused shooting me a expectant look. I knew what she wanted but I know if I give it to her she'll stop, and we wouldn't want that.
I undid my trousers pushing them down enough to reveal my prominent V but keeping them just high enough to not expose myself, shifting my hips invitingly towards the window. This made her smile but she continued with her gardening heading to the apple tree she stepped behind it a moment and checked a few things before she turned to face me letting me see her completely as she undid a few buttons and tugged down her dress exposing her bare breasts but she kept her arm over herself to conceal her in that sweet innocent way she always does, that she know's I can't resist. My hand grasped my now hard erection through my trousers gently palming myself a little when she caught my eye I pleaded with her doing my best not to let my breaths get too hot as risk steaming my windows and therefore missing something she gave me an innocent look and I blew her a sweet kiss which was enough for her move back behind the tree and as she emerged the other side she removed her hand letting me see her unrestrictedly her breasts perked in the warm morning air as perfectly curved as below gravity acting on them of course slightly dragging them downward, her nipples very excited as they were fully pointed, I couldn't take my eyes away and she knew I couldn't not even bothering to make eye contact with me "Ughhh!" I groaned almost drooling over her my mouth watering and my body getting warmer she giggled seeing what I was doing so I made sure she got a good view she bit her nail playfully before she turned away and headed over to her little greenhouse ironically her greenhouse had little shelves which somewhat restricted my view but that only made it better getting to merely see flashes of her still exposed skin.
I know what she want's and I knew I had to give it to her I tugged my trousers down to my knees exposing myself to her holding my base in one hand and stroking my shaft with the other she caught my eye and smiled as she saw me I could see her moving behind the various little pots and flowers seeing flashes of green and of her skin until her hands came and pushed the pots along the self-winding the gap allowing me to see her as she now stood in her warm greenhouse completely naked her beasts even perkier her skin starting to glisten from the heat and her exposed mound seeming so very inviting with the edges of her pussy barely visible she ran her hands from her neck down her shoulders, running down her breasts and stomach rubbing over her hips before finally slapping herself on the ass I know she's only doing it to tease me but fuck is it working, my hand began working on its own unable to stop, unable to remove my eyes from her body which only made her giggle more until I hit my wall of pleasure my body freezing up my cum spurting across my stomach as I loudly moaned the sound echoing across my empty house "Ughhhhhh! y/n!" which caused her to fully laugh at me I blew her a little kiss and got up to clean myself up fixing my trousers before making another coffee and heading out into my garden checking on a couple of the plants as I sipped my coffee
"Good morning Timothy" she smiled
I glanced over and smirked as she came over to the fence watering can in hand watering the small strawberry plants on the border of our fence still completely naked using the can to creatively censer herself just covering what mattered
"Morning Y/n" I smiled back moving over to the edge of my pond and bench where I could see her much better leaning on the fence between our gardens looking at her bent over this time on her knees as the strawberries were far lower than the weed's she was pulling earlier and with her legs a little wider revealing her glistening pussy to me, I sipped my coffee making sure I saw every single inch of her feeling myself get hard again. I set my coffee down and jumped the fence into her garden, I didn't waste time as she was busy with the strawberries sneaking up behind her ganking the watering can from her hands and tossing it across the garden and she squealed of course in shock but it turned to laugher as I wrapped my arms around her naked body and she realized what was going on
"Ohh Hello Timothy" she smiled as I pressed myself completely against her
"Ughh fuck- Ummm you bad bad girl, Why do you have to be so mean to me in the morning?" I asked rubbing my crotch against her bare ass and my hands immediately taking soft grips of her breasts fondling them in my hands
"It's fun" she giggled innocently rubbing her back against me
"Fun?" I asked rubbing on her nipples "I'll show you fun" I growled in her ear pushing her hard into the grass.
