*sigh*
Sit back and get a
little comfy. I'm going to blather on about my disappointment in the new season
of Doctor Who, which feels almost
sacrilegious, but necessary. Maybe if I purge myself, I'll enjoy the show more.
So… as mentioned
before, I'm not a huge fan of Capaldi as the Doctor. This has nothing to do
with his acting. I enjoy his work. But… here's the thing… I just can't get past
the fact he's been two other characters besides the Doctor in the Whoverse—Caecilius
in The Fires of Pompeii and John
Frobisher in Torchwood: Children of Earth.
But wait! What about Eve Myles? She played a character in Doctor Who before
being in Torchwood. Why doesn't that
bother me?
One simple reason.
The character she played in The Unquiet
Dead, Gwyneth, by rights, could have been an ancestor of Torchwood's Gwen, so… my brain has no
problem wrapping around the idea. But Capaldi's characters? Not so much. Wanna
know why?
Because THE DOCTOR
doesn't have ancestors on earth. Even if I bought the idea Caecilius could be
John Frobisher's ancestor, I can't buy the idea they're somehow related to the
Doctor. EVER. It's just a big, fat NOPE.
Do I take this
Whoverse stuff way too seriously? Oh, hell yes, I do. LOL But… I miss the
continuity of the earlier Davies seasons. The sweeping emotional arcs we got in a single episode sometimes. And Moffat is more than capable of writing that way. I
mean Blink is one of the most
emotional roller coaster episodes I've EVER watched on TV, so he's got the chops
to connect with me on that level… when he's not trying to be too
quirky or clever or whatever the hell he's trying to be with the gimmicky shtick
he's been throwing out lately, especially with the two opening episodes of this
season. They were disjointed and messy and I'm honestly not sure what I was
watching, but it's not the Doctor Who
I love.
And no worries if
anyone vehemently disagrees with me. I'm totally okay with the rest of the
planet loving the Doctor as much as they always have. I'm just not quite there
yet—maybe I never will be—but I'm hoping Moffat rises to the challenge of
keeping me as a viewer.
Whew. I feel WAY
better now. Thanks for letting me vent. LOL I think I'll rant a little more on
my sister blog, or you know, copy this and post it there, too. :D
I could go on about
having new episodes of Lost Girl to
watch, but I'll save it for a later post.
Moving on…
Tonight's post is from Under a Crescent Moon, a sexy short where my hero needs
to make amends.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Tyra Blanc, a top military pilot, harbors a secret love for
classic old romance movies. When she's not paying attention during a briefing,
her superior officer, Dev Dravenish, reveals her weakness and Tyra is caught
between wondering how he discovered the information and how to deal with the
all-out ribbing coming her way.
And a sneaky peek…
Tyra Blanc moaned. "Mmm.
Yes, Dev. Right there." Her orgasm hit and she rode it out, planting her
hands on Dev Dravenish's chest.
He bucked his hips. "Right
behind you, Tyra." His fingers dug into her thighs, tightening when he
found his release.
Tyra slumped forward, goose bumps
breaking out over her skin. The chilly recycled air doing its job of cooling
her down after extremely hot sex. Dev wrapped his arms around her, ghosting his
palms over her back. She shifted sideways and he tucked her into his side.
Her head lolled on his shoulder.
"Geez, Dev. We can't let a whole week go by without sex anymore." Her
eyes grew heavy. "Three times in one night is a personal record."
For her anyway. She had no idea
if Dev had ever topped that many times.
His arm tightened around her.
"Yeah, two times is my usual limit. At least it is during one night."
He shifted to his side and met her gaze. "A full twenty-four hour period
is a different story."
Her lips curved in a grin.
"Meaning we could continue this in the morning?" She draped an arm
around his waist and palmed his ass cheek.
Dev chuckled. "Would love
to, but…" He caught her lips in a quick, hard kiss. "Briefing starts
at 0600 and my schedule is jammed until after 2030." Maneuvering his arm
out from under her, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bunk.
Tyra groaned. "Dammit, Dev.
It's after one a.m." She rolled onto her back. "Early briefings suck
balls."
He glanced over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. You're not a morning person." He fished around
for his boxers and jammed his legs through. "But sometimes you gotta deal
and drag your ass out of bed." He stood up and shot her an amused look.
"Do I have to come and douse you with cold water in four hours?" He
yanked his t-shirt over his head.
Tyra squeaked out a protest.
"Don't even think about it." She lifted her head and punched the
pillow. "I'll be there. Won't enjoy it, but I'll be there." Her head
dropped and she yawned.
Dev ducked back inside the bunk
enclosure. "I'll buy you all the coffee you need after the briefing."
His mouth brushed over hers. "Love you."
He straightened and made his way
across the floor, crawling up into his berth. Tyra sighed and closed her eyes.
They rarely had the senior quarters all to themselves and she didn't regret
taking advantage of the alone time. But, ugh, she'd definitely be sluggish and
out of sorts when she had to get up in less than five hours. Dev would probably
be awake within two, if he held to his habit of going over the briefing notes
and checking in with command deck for last minute changes.
She hated his ability to exist on
a few hours' sleep. But, oh, she loved what he could do to her in the same time
span.
Snuggling into the mattress, she
smiled. She could manage to get her ass up, right?
Ha. She'll manage,
but it won't be pretty. LOL
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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