Be gentle with me...

OK, be gentle with me, but here's my first (uploaded) attempt at some writing. 

Title:  Power Cut
Pairing:  Dr Who/Casanova
Rating: Oh, I don't know.

It was almost unidentifiable at first, a small rustling in a corner from the direction of the bins. The Doctor started in the dimness and jerked his head up from the controls, tool in mid-air. In a corner of the TARDIS, another tool waved in mid-air...

Giacomo Casanova had thought he knew all the squares of Venice like he knew himself, but had had no time to contemplate the unworldly structure which had seemingly sprung up from nowhere. Fresh from the balcony of one of his regular conquests, Jack had sought refuge in the strange blue box, but not only from Maria’s furious husband. The sudden interruption by his lover’s husband had put paid to any satisfaction Jack might enjoy, and he had been torn between the angry shouts that followed him as he ran and the fire in his loins.

Here he was, hiding in the dark in the strange-smelling box. Hand cupping his crotch, he listened for the telltale shouts outside. Nothing. His rival must have given up the chase. He slipped his hand into his codpiece and set about relieving his aching cock.

“Need a hand, mate?”

Jack opened his eyes to bright lights and a tall, pale figure in front of him.

“Bollocks!”

"If you're lucky. Good thing I fixed that dodgy fuse - the power's back on now."

Jack's mouth gaped open but his hand froze on his crotch. He had heard stories that too much self-pleasure could make a man blind, but never had he thought that it might result in visions. And what visions! He had few words to describe his surroundings. Suffice to say, they were not of his world.

"Strange... structures...lamps" he spluttered, "... Are you a god?"

"With these ears? Give me a break."

The figure bent closer, revealing a leather coat and a piercing , beak-like face.  A hand reached for Jack.

"Like I said, mate, need a hand?"