Title: All the Time in the World
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Giacomo Casanova
Fandom: Doctor Who/Casanova (Masterpiece Theater)
Rating: PG-13
Table: 4
Prompt: 2, Venice
Author's Note: The character of Giacomo Casanova is based on the BBC version of Casanova starring David Tennant.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Giacomo Casanova. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor opened his eyes, stretching and yawning, turning to look at the man who was lying beside him. Somehow, Giacomo had managed to make him forget why he'd come here; he no longer felt the utter despair he'd been in when he'd first arrived in this time.

But then, Giac had that quality of being able to make people look at the brighter side of life, the Doctor reflected, propping himself up on his elbow to study his lover. There was something about him that radiated joy and hope and .... and life.

Maybe that was what had earned him his place in history; he wasn't just renowned as a great lover, but as a man who had embraced life. And he'd made the Doctor see that giving up his own life wasn't something that could be an option for him.

He smiled as Giac's eyes opened, focusing on him. The other man reached out to him, stroking a stray lock of hair back from the Doctor's face.

"That was certainly an enjoyable way to spend the night," he murmured, sitting up slightly and turning towards the Time Lord. "And the afternoon, and the evening ...." His voice was soft, teasing, the intimate tone almost making the Doctor blush.

"If we spend much longer in bed, I'll be too sore to walk," he told the other man, laying back against the pillows. He knew that they shouldn't spend all of his time here in bed, but at the moment, he really didn't feel like going anywhere.

"I should take you out and show you my beautiful city!" Giac exclaimed, throwing back the covers and gesturing with his arms, as though he was encompassing all of Venice in his embrace. "You have not seen much of it, have you?"

The Doctor shook his head, a little embarrassed to admit that he didn't know Venice as well as he'd like to. Going there and spending time looking around at all of the sights -- especially in Giac's time -- was one of the many things he'd never gotten around to doing.

"I've always intended to look around Venice, but somehow I've .... never quite found the time to do it," he said, feeling uncomfortable as he spoke. He'd had the time, but it was something he'd always put off, that he'd never made a priority.

"You have all the time in the world now -- and you have a guide who would love to show you the city," Giac said softly, leaning forward to kiss him.

"Then we should get dressed and go out," the Doctor murmured, feeling somewhat unwilling to follow his own plan. He was far too comfortable lying here in bed, with Giac beside him. He really didn't feel the need to move, not yet.

Giac showed no more indication of moving than he did; the other man turned on his side, studying the Doctor with a slight smile curving his lips. It was a few moments before he spoke, his voice soft and husky when he did.

"Somehow, I don't think either of us is ready to venture out into the city yet," he said, his smile growing wider. "But we should, my sweet. If we stay here, we will only give in to the inevitable -- and I believe you need a rest."

The Doctor couldn't help laughing at Giac's words; as marvelous as their lovemaking had been, he did indeed need a respite. He didn't want to spend any of his time with Giac being in physical pain, and if they kept it up, he had a feeling that he would be.

"No, I'm not really ready to go out -- but I think, in the interests of my physical well-being, we should do just that," he chuckled, sitting up reluctantly and running a hand through his hair. "It's time that I became more well-acquainted with the city you call home."

Giac nodded, obviously in agreement with him, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed and standing up, oblivious of the fact that he was naked.

The Doctor couldn't help admiring his lover's slender body, the long legs, the curving hips, the silken skin. No wonder this man had legions of admirers -- and lovers, he told himself, pushing that thought away as soon as it popped into his mind.

After all, he couldn't expect a man like Giac to be faithful to him. He had no idea when -- or even if -- he would be able to see the other man again each time he left. That wasn't exactly conducive to making a commitment.

And he couldn't interfere in Giac's life, in his destiny, he told himself firmly. This man wasn't just someone he'd met here in Venice -- Giac was a historical figure, someone who would make a mark on history. The Doctor had no right to change that.

When Giac bent over to pick up his shirt, he had a view that he hadn't anticipated getting. His hearts began to beat faster, his mouth going dry; if he didn't get up now, he'd beg Giac to come back to bed, and damn the consequences.

He pushed the covers back on his side of the bed, getting to his feet and stretching his lean body as he stood up. He didn't realize that Giac was watching him until he glanced in the other man's direction, to find those dark eyes riveted on him.

It was utterly ridiculous to feel as though he should cover his body; it wasn't as though Giac hadn't already seen him naked a number of times.

Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Giac had crossed the room to where he stood, one arm wrapping around his waist to pull him close against the other man. Giac's lips grazed his own before the Italian whispered in his ear.

"If you stand there looking so utterly delectable, then I don't believe we'll be going anywhere." His voice was low, taut with desire, his breath hot on the Doctor's skin. "Get dressed, beautiful one. Or I may not be responsible for my actions. Or my reaction to you."

The softly spoken words came dangerously close to making the Doctor blush again as he reached for his clothes, getting into his shirt and trousers and fumbling with the buttons. He breathed a sigh of relief when Giac brushed his hands away, fastening the buttons for him.

"Thank you," he said softly when the other man raised his head and their eyes met. "I don't think I could have done that myself. Just looking at you gets me in such a state that I hardly know which way is up. It's a bit hard to concentrate on anything but you."

"I wouldn't want you trying to stand on your head because you got confused," Giac laughed, stepping back slightly and laughing. "So I'm glad that I was here to help you. Though I have to admit that I prefer seeing you in a more, err, natural state."

"I could say the same about you!" the Doctor replied, laughing along with Giac. "But we can hardly wander around the streets of Venice naked."

Giac's eyes took on an anticipatory gleam, and his hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt. The Doctor's eyes widened; he stepped forward to grasp Giac's hands, shaking his head and hoping that the other man hadn't really intended to take those words to heart.

"Don't worry, lovely one," he laughed, laughing softly as he let the Doctor take his hands. "I wasn't really going to suggest we venture out without our clothes. I wouldn't want anyone else to view your particular charms. I'm selfish enough to want them all to myself."

"I promise that while I'm here, you'll have me all to yourself, at least most of the time," the Doctor told him, smiling. "But for now, I think we should take a walk around the city. You can stake your claim on me when we get back -- for as long as you'd like."

"And that, my sweet, is something I'll definitely look forward to," Giac told him, linking his arm with the Doctor's as they made their way down the corridor towards the control room of the Tardis to head out for a day spent discovering the city that Giac knew so well.

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