Who Will Make the Coffee Part 3: Polymics
	Polly looked up from a good sulk, hearing a gentle knock on her door. "It's open," she called, and the Doctor stepped gingerly through. She smiled at him briefly, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
	"They're such boys," she volunteered, as the Doctor sat near her on the edge of her bed. "They don't even know what they're saying."
	"They're young men, Polly," the Doctor said somberly. "As you are a young woman. I'm the one out of line in all this." He smiled to himself with bashful satisfaction, which looked like modest beauty on Polly's face. "Being out of line is a little tradition of mine."
	"I like when you're out of line," Polly told him.
	"Thank you," the Doctor replied. More soberly, he went on. "Ben was torn over you, you know. He made it sound flippant, but he was desperate to treat you right. When he saw Jamie and I were developing a bond, he turned his heart to the business of belonging to no-one but you."
	"You could have made it easy for him," she said sadly.
	Finally the Doctor looked more guilty than maternal. "That's true," he sighed. "But that wouldn't have been easy for me."
	Polly caught his eyes. "You mean that, don't you? He broke your heart."
	"No," he answered, and Polly was shocked to see how beautiful her face was, suffused with a deep, faraway sadness. "Ben didn't mean that much to me. I just hate to let go. That's all." He suddenly seemed to catch himself, and flashed Polly a sly grin. "Jamie, now, I'm fond of him."
	"You're just a randy old sod, aren't you, Doctor?" Polly scolded, letting the chink in the Doctor's armor pass unmolested. "Jamie and Ben - and I bet you'd have me, too, if you had the chance."
He didn't reply, but his eyes met hers, and Polly felt a thrill glide up her spine. She smiled in reply, turning away embarrassedly, and caught her reflection in the mirror. She laughed at the sight of herself, a perfect copy of the Doctor, expression and all. He chuckled with her, clearly enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
	"Well, it isn't as though you could have me now, anyway," Polly chuckled.
	"And why not?" the Doctor asked with mock indignation, which set Polly to laughing. He cocked an eyebrow. "Control yourself, would you? Girlish giggles do not fit that face, you know."
	"But that's just it," Polly laughed, "You can't have me now, you are me! And I'm you!"
	"Polly," the Doctor said, quiet and low. "You know why those youngsters wanted a taste of your drink?"
	"Why do you think it was?" she asked, still trying to bottle up her amusement.
	"I think they use it for sexual variety," he replied mildly, and gave her a saucy look. "Most of our visitors were couples, did you notice?"
	"Were they?" Polly blinked. "Why yes, I suppose you're right. Goodness. So they use it to turn into one another and..." She trailed off, eyes glazing over slightly.
	"They use it to have sex with one another's bodies," the Doctor concluded, looking quietly pleased with the idea.
	"Oh," Polly managed, the inevitable thought of taking herself as the Doctor blasting a shockwave of tight heat right up through her body. Something in her trousers was very interested. She felt herself stir and gulped. "Oh..."
	"I like the thought as much as you do," the Doctor said softly. His eyes, Polly's eyes, sparkled at the blushing girl in his form. A knowingly shy smile tugged at his full lips.
	Polly found herself transfixed by the sight of her face in a dead-on copy of one of the Doctor's comically bashful expressions. With her mouth, her eyes, it looked like nothing so much as a blaring invitation to sex.
There was something in her pants.
	"Your trousers look a bit tight," the Doctor volunteered, putting a slender hand on Polly's thigh with friendly ease. "May I help you?"
	Polly nodded. "Yes," she gasped.
Her trousers were loosened in moments and she nearly moaned. Then a hand slipped into her pants and gently adjusted the position of her hard length, and she groaned with relief and thick arousal. The sound of it, in the Doctor's voice, sent an echo of pleasure through her. Another moan. Another echo.
	"Loose clothes are a little more comfortable in these situations, I find," the Doctor smiled, retrieving his hand.
	"Ben," Polly said weakly.
	"Hmm?" the Doctor prompted.
	"I don't..."
	"Don't want to make a cuckold of him?"
	Polly nodded.
	"I can't help but infer you want me," the Doctor deduced, quiet and warm.
	"I can't help it," she managed. "Oh, Doctor, I can't..."
	"You must do what feels right," the Doctor said, lifting his chin sternly. "We both of us have lovers with prior claim. It would be terribly selfish to act on... on our... er... Polly?"
	Polly's hand had slid down her velvet-clad stomach and she was stroking her new hardness, eyes locked to the Doctor's. Shivering.
	He blinked hard a few times, taking a deep breath. "Flirting's one thing," he continued. "I shouldn't be here to tempt you. Or myself, for that matter," he muttered, and moved to stand.
	Polly's hand caught his and pulled. Before either had time to think further, they were kissing. Not the sweet, friendly kiss that had started all this, rather one full of want, bursting with untested feelings.
	"On the other hand," the Doctor said breathlessly, "it would be a terrible shame not to try these bodies, and we only have each other. I doubt you and Ben would be comfortable together just now... I know Jamie wouldn't want me like this, and you don't want him..." He pouted. "And Ben, well, you already saw."
	"Do shut up," Polly whispered, and kissed him again.
The Doctor reached up and buried elegant fingers in tidy black hair, mussing it satisfyingly. Polly stroked a slender neck, shivering. She wondered if she kissed herself as well as Ben did, if her hands filled him with this driving warmth. She wondered how he could think with the world centered on the thing throbbing between his legs, the growing urge to use it.
With sudden clarity she realised this feeling was exactly how the Doctor had once felt about Ben. She gasped, rock hard, a glorious tightness gripping - she whimpered at the thought of it - her balls.
The Doctor seemed to be feeling the same unfiltered torrent of sex that she was. He pushed his body against Polly's. Long lashes obscured his eyes as he looked at them together in the mirror.
Polly placed her hand on a shapely knee and began to gather up the dress. She felt fingers tugging at her cravat, smiled at the Doctor's fumbling impatience with double-breasted buttons, and finally gave a soft moan when her clothes were pushed away.
After escaping her sleeves, Polly boldly stroked a hand up his thigh, pushing the dress up before it. He gasped, and she jerked, overwhelmed. He slid his arms around her and tugged her into a close embrace.
The hands roaming over Polly were hesitant but every touch made her twitch. With a shiver she realised neither of them were charting the bodies they touched. Each knew the just the path of skin to stroke to set the other afire.
She let her head list languidly at the implications. Certainly it would be exciting to explore sex from the other side, but more than that, they were about to find out what it felt like to get the perfect fuck.
	"Oh, Polly, Polly," the Doctor murmured against her jaw.
	She hummed in response, and was shocked at the feeling of her voice, the Doctor's voice, rumbling deep in her chest. Then she gasped, feeling soft fingertips stroke her hard flesh, incomparably.
	"Tell me if I'm being too forward," he said with coy humour.
	In reply, she slipped her other hand into the top of his dress, liberating a warm, heavy breast. She dragged a broad thumb across its peak, and the Doctor moaned sweetly. Her cock throbbed. "Doctor - I don't know if - if I can take this," Polly breathed, but her hands never stilled, hungry for contact with her own flesh.
	"I don't know if I can," he replied, now wearing a truly amazing blush. "Let's find out, shall we?"
	"It's so intense," she said simply.
	"It is," he confirmed. "So strong. I hardly want to admit how badly I want to feel you inside me, Polly. How badly I want to feel myself."
	Polly's breathing turned shallow. Her eyes burned dark with lust. "Doctor," she managed.
	"Do you feel it? The drive of my body? If I were you - and I am," he smiled, the utter familiarity of the expression, no matter the face, defusing some of the strangeness. "I'd be fighting the urge to throw me down on this bed and - oh my goodness!" he finished with a shout, as Polly wrestled him onto his back.
	Caught off-guard by the sheer ease and fun of using her new strength, Polly hooked a knee around the Doctor's legs and drew them up onto the bed, shoved him into the center. Suddenly she was crouching over him on hands and knees, looking down into her own smiling, sex-hazed eyes. She tried to control her breath, her heart seeming to throb through her whole chest.
	The Doctor raised a hand to her face, stroked it through her hair. "You can think of it as a dream, if you like," he suggested.
	"A dream... Doctor, my whole life has been a dream, ever since we met. You were an old man, and I adored you. And you died. And you took me to the moon." An infectious grin passed between them, bubbling through the cracks of a solemn moment, and she laughed. "You really took me to the moon!"
	"Why don't you take me to the moon?" he asked, eyes twinkling, brushing a dainty thumb over her cheek. "I really would like that."
Polly leaned down to kiss him, summoning the bravery to ruck the front of his dress up past his hips. The Doctor tugged her trousers down around her thighs until, constricted, she shucked off the rest of her clothes. The Doctor took advantage of the moment to wriggle out of his very pretty silk knickers. He crossed his legs demurely.
Polly settled on him, feeling filthy and twice as naked as she ever had in her life, her back arching and sparking with excitement nonetheless. The feeling of her hard length nestled comfortably between warm, soft legs was simply wonderful, simply right. She was surprised at how very similar it was to her usual response to the position. Only now, she had an irresistible urge to rock her hips. She pulled a lip between her teeth in wistful appreciation, bumping her hardness against the Doctor's muff, while his half-closed eyes glinted at her.
	"Oh, Polly," he muttered, and threw his shapely legs around her. He sighed. "I feel like a bottle wanting a ship. It's lovely."
Polly groaned with her cock rubbing neatly along the Doctor's wet sex, hot and slippery against her. So effortlessly she barely noticed herself doing it, she hitched her hips back just that much further and began to push inside.
A filthy groan shuddered out of her, but it was eclipsed by the Doctor's passionate cry. She stopped, shocked, her cock growing impossibly harder, caught on the precipice of sex.
	"Sorry," he said bashfully. "Please do go on."
She shook her head with friendly chagrin. The intention to stay quiet remained unspoken, the reasons for it put out of mind.
Almost involuntarily, she tilted her hips back and forward again, sliding, putting herself into the perfect space of her own tight flesh. She gasped, feeling it grab at her, surrounded by glorious texture, intense heat. A rumbling purr rolled out of her throat as she began to move with a long, slow rhythm, slipping out of the Doctor's body, pressing back in. His lips parted around a steady stream of soft moans and gentle gasps of pleasure. The sound of her own voice, so familiar and intimate, washed over her, sank into her, driving her on.
	"I'm never going to last, Polly," the Doctor said in desperation, eyes screwed shut, brows contorted in a parody of his own face.
	"You're a woman now," Polly reminded him, giddy with the wonderful strangeness of it all, with the idea of being too much for the man who flew through time and space by the skin of his teeth. "You don't need to last. Just let it happen. Oh, Doctor, I want to make your toes curl, I want to make you come like you never have before!"
	"That's more or less guaranteed, I think, Polly, oh!" he cried, clasping a small hand across his gasping mouth, panting through slender fingers. "But - but - I think - I might take you with me, you see? It's... usually a nice trait to have, but just at the moment I'm afraid I'll spoil everything!"
	Polly stopped, and was surprised again at how hard it was to do so. "What? Don't tell me you've got some sort of yoga master sex powers, Doctor, it's too much," she scoffed, grinning.
	"Oh no, it's just one of those odd little things about me," he replied, comically sincere. "Like the two hearts."
	"Two!" Polly cried. "Goodness! Is that why my chest throbs so? I thought I was just that excited."
	"You mean you've got my hearts?" he shouted, eyes wide. "Oh, my giddy aunt! I didn't even think to check, oh crumbs, oh dear," he mumbled, pressing fingers to his neck. His mouth dropped open and he stared into Polly's eyes in shock.
	"What is it, Doctor?" she begged, slipping out to lie beside him, the mood no longer very sexy.
	"That's some drink you won, Polly," he breathed, grinning with a hint of panic. "We haven't just swapped sexes, we've swapped species. I didn't think we'd changed quite that much. My mind's a little different to yours, and it's not changed, so I'd assumed the process was more superficial..."
	"You're saying you're not human," Polly said blankly, unable to summon as much surprise as she felt the situation ought to merit.
	"I do try not to flaunt it," he replied.
And then someone hammered at the door, and they clutched one another in shock.
	"Open up, you rotten cheats," Ben's voice filtered through from the hall.
	"Aye, an' get what's coming to you," Jamie's Highland lilt added.

	Polly's bedroom door creaked open just enough to reveal Polly's form, in a very suspiciously distressed dress, to Ben and Jamie. "Hello," the Doctor said, defeated and guilty, looking at their shoes.
	"Doctor," Jamie said, pleading and disappointed.
	The Doctor's eyes met Jamie's for a moment before crashing again to the floor, his whole body sagging. "I'm sorry, Jamie. I'm sorry. Please don't let this fool of an old man hurt you."
	"It doesn't work like that Doctor," Ben told him sternly. "He can't just not feel what he feels. You see that look in his eyes? That's what I didn't want to do to you, what I didn't want to do to Polly. That's why I chose."
	"But you wouldn't have done it to me," the Doctor sulked. "I'd never have minded. Leaving, Ben, that's what hurts me."
	"Doctor, really," Polly cut in, pulling the door fully open. She stepped past him into the hall, the Doctor's form wrapped in burgundy silk pyjamas. "You know we're all different people, and you can't hope we'll just feel the way you do. Ben might like us both, but he's sensible enough to see Jamie wants you to himself. Giving you up was sad for him, too, you know, but because of what he sacrificed, all four of us could be happy. Well, until I messed it up," she finished sadly.
	"It takes two, Duchess," Ben said firmly. "The Doctor's right up on that hook with you."
	"I'm sorry," the Doctor mumbled again.
	"It really was my fault, though, Ben," said Polly. "I oughtn't to have given in to temptation. He's only exciting. It's you I love." Before he could reply, she turned to Jamie. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. It's you I've hurt most. I hope you can forgive me, but please forgive the Doctor. You two, you're meant to be. I've only found out about you today and I can see that already." She took a deep breath. "If you want, I'll go. Chelsea or no Chelsea."
	"Polly, no," Jamie protested, his hand latching onto her arm as if she were the Doctor. "I dinnae want that. I forgive you." He turned to the Doctor and took his soft shoulders in his hands. "I forgive you," he said more confidently, and the Doctor's eyes crept up to meet his, full of guilty hope. Jamie glanced at Ben, who nodded. He licked his lips. "And if it's all right with Polly, it's all right with me and Ben. If - if we all share." His voice dropped to a whisper. "If you're sure you love me."
	The Doctor looked as though he might cry. He moved in a rush, folding Jamie up in a tight hug, face buried in his neck, and did not speak.
	"Oh, Ben," Polly sighed, watching Jamie's hands clutch comfortingly, possessively at the Doctor's back. "Look at them. You made that possible. I wish I was so noble."
	"I'm not that noble. He snores like a moose," Ben muttered.
	"You're not angry, then?"
	"With you?" he asked, regarding her frankly. "Not really, Duchess. I fell for him once myself, you know." He jabbed her in the ribs with an elbow. "So tell me, eh, now you've seen both sides. You can solve the eternal mystery. Who gets the best explosion?"
	"What?"
	"Man or woman," Ben clarified. "Now you know how it feels to come both ways, you can describe it all scholarly-like. For the benefit of the knowledge of the universe."
	"We didn't actually get that far," Polly mumbled.
	"Oh, that's a shame." Ben smirked.
	"You knew!?"
	"Not exactly. We came down here cause we thought you two might be getting up to something, but you ain't had time yet to finish if you were having a proper go of it. Hey Jamie," Ben called to his friend, "they ain't come yet. Do you want to stick with the plan?"
	"The one where we give them the shagging of their lives, like they should have asked for in the first place?" Jamie asked, still petting the Doctor. "Aye, it's a good enough plan. What do you say, Doctor? Care to get a wee bit of cock from somebody who knows how to use one?"
	"Oh, Jamie," was all the Doctor could manage, before they kissed each other quiet and stumbled into Polly's room.
	Polly's eyes had grown quite large. "I'm not sure if I want to be shagged, Ben," she said.
	Ben's eyes crinkled with humour. "You don't know what you're missing. But I'll tell you one thing: you're not going back to being a girl without ever getting a first-rate, Royal Navy oil change. I'm going to suck your handsome little cock right off, Duchess."