How to Taste a Supernova

by Finlaaaand

“Falling in love is like the heat death of the universe. When one has forever to wait in entropy's graveyard, something amidst the oblivion will eventually pop up. Mostly useless, amorphous things. Then, with eternity to spare, comes the discernible: atoms, protons, neutrons, molecules, modules, nodules, dogs, logs, cats, mats, pigeons, umbrellas, ...” He rambles on like an engine, unaware that he is now cradling her face. “...bananas, Jelly Babies, an Edison phonograph that plays nothing but the Beatles, my scarf, you, me, us, them, planets, whole galaxies, universes, another Big Bang. This very moment. And I never even knew how long I had been in the dark yearning for it.”

Words: 2793, Chapters: 2/8, Language: English

• Fandoms: Doctor Who (1963), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
• Rating: Explicit
• Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
• Categories: F/M
• Characters: Fourth Doctor
• Relationships: Fourth Doctor/Original Female Character(s)
• Additional Tags: Whoops I wrote erotica, Rough Sex, Female Ejaculation, Bondage, Dreams, Original Character(s), Classic film, Lots of obscure namedropping, Fourth Doctor Era, Body Positive, Non-Linear Narrative, Stream of Consciousness, Purple Prose, Enthusiastic Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Drunken Flirting, Drunk Sex, Falling In Love, love shit, its so dumb