[ His blunder only seems to bring a smile to her lips, however small. ]
He died when I was a few months old. Mum told me stories about him all growin' up, so I went to go meet him. He was nothin' like she'd said. [ It's said with a breath of a laugh in her words. ] Turned out better.
[ And then her room, where she's still completely dressed her jammies, and ... he is not. It's almost painfully obvious how awkward he feels, too. Poor thing. Rose might feel a little self conscious, a little ... nervous. But nothing like he seems to be exuding. ]
You don't have t'sleep in that. I've seen you in shorts before- or, one of you. S'not a big deal.
[ And she will readily crawl onto the bed face-first with a flop, wavering for a moment, and then nudging over until she's left enough room for him to join her when he's ready. ]
[It isn't the first time he's been mostly naked with a woman in her bed, (Charley had been here for a few weeks after all) but it is the first time with this particular woman, and such a first is always intimidating.
Still, after a moment of fidgeting, he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, kicking them off out of the way. Before he can overthink things, he climbs into the bed and settles into the spot she's left for him.
Completely on instinct, he gathers her to him and holds her close, pressing a kiss into her hair.]
I don't...think I do. Not nearly as much as I have in previous bodies, at least.
[Because seriously, Six snores like a rusty chainsaw.]
[ Oh good, because she has zero problem with a cuddly Doctor, I mean really. And it feels ... nice to be held, even if it's (sort of, mostly) platonic. So there is no issue with her wriggling into his hold, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. Oddly enough, it reminds her of being in bed with Mickey. If only in the sense that the height difference really .. made a difference, when you were quite used to someone being just over six feet tall. Not in a bad way, of course. It was a complicated mix of emotions. Ones that she wasn't really in the mood to deal with or suss out just yet. Sleep sounded really good, even if it were only for a few hours. He might have been cleansed, but she had not, yet. ]
... Good to know. [ About the snoring. ] If, y'know, I ever end up sleeping over at Six's.
[ Though it's said in half a sleep-mutter, so whether she truly realizes what she's saying, or merely just saying it bluntly, is anyone's guess. After a moment however, her arms shift again, wrapping around him as best she can; one arm over his torso, the other tucked between them. ]
[Poor Eight isn't...feeling very platonic, but it has been the most exhausting of months, and even if he'd been rested and cleansed, emotionally he feels frayed and worn out. Sleep is the right option, even if a corner of his mind would really rather he just lost himself in her for a night.
To bad this night is about the worst time for his courage to rear it's ugly head.
Still, he revels in the closeness they are having at this point, and he runs his fingers through her hair and down her back, sighing pleasantly when her arm wraps around him.]
I'm glad I did, too. I think...I think I needed this.
[ Well no, neither is Rose. But she's tired as all hell, and the mode of cuddling is going to stay platonic because she might shove him off the bed if he tries anything. ... Then again, one can suppose when you're both half naked, cuddled together with one's leg sneaking up slightly between the other's, it could be considered a little more than platonic. Technicalities. Perhaps if she weren't so exhausted... Another time. It would definitely be put to a later date, she would make sure of it. ]
Wh'? Cuddles from a little blonde thing? [ She snorts a little, obviously teasing in her half-asleep state. ] ... I know, though. S'why I ask you t'come over.
[ Nevermind the fact that she obviously needed it too. ]
[His breath hitches juuuust slightly as her leg moves between his. By Kasterborous, no wonder humans spread so quickly across the universe. How they manage to hold this much desire in such a fragile body is beyond him.
But let's not think of that now, or this is going to be a long and awkward night.
He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle into her hair at her comment.]
Cuddles make everything better. And I'm glad you asked me. Thank you so much.
[Finally he settles in fully and closes his eyes, resting, but not yet fully sleeping. Just feeling the weight of her in his arms and being happy that he at least had this one night.]
[ This time, there is little to no answer from her. Merely a hummed sort of acknowledgement that perhaps she heard him, perhaps she just knew he was making noises. Nice noises, but still just sounds. By the gods she's exhausted, and this is perhaps the most content she's felt in a good week, so one can imagine how much they might try to indulge in it.
And if, once she's fallen asleep (mere moments later, really), she happens to shift around and get a little closer, as one does when they're feeling chilled, then so be it. You can't blame a slumbering individual if they're leg creeps higher between their bedmate's, or she wriggles a little closer, if just to get a little more full-bodied connection. His body heat was higher, what with him being human and all, and she seemed quite drawn toward it.
But time will pass because when Rose is out, Rose is out, and though it might only be a few hours, it's better than no sleep at all. She might even have slept longer had it not been for the uneasy feeling that crept along the back of her skull, whispering to her subconscious and feeding her nightmares. Nothing strong enough to startle her awake, but enough to have her shift, to frown in her sleep and grip whatever she might be holding a little tighter. In this case, the Doctor's shirt and the blanket thrown over them. Not nearly enough to rouse him, should he have fallen under as well, but enough to stir her towards the waking world none the less.
Had she had a clock in her room, it might have read somewhere nearing five in the morning. What a joyous time to be awake again. But, seeing as she was finding herself (sort of) wide awake upon first opening her eyes, there wouldn't be much more sleep happening for a while. She shivers, glancing blearily at the window to no avail; it's still dark, but not quite as dark as the dead of night. Too early, and with a hateful, hushed groan, her head flops back against the pillow. Or ... his arm, depending on how they'd moved in their sleep. ]
[As she drifts off, he holds her close, his hand on her hair and down her back slowing more and more as he starts to fall into sleep himself. Her movements do wake him up from time to time, just enough so he snuggles a bit closer along with her, pulling the blanket tighter around them.
It has been so long now since he's been able to sleep at all, let alone so comfortably. Now that he's cleansed, he knows how little sleep he truly got, since Thiazi would take his body as soon as night fell and made him do such truly horrible things. His own nightmares make him shiver, and unfortunately his nightmares aren't caused by the corruption, but his own guilt.
He remains asleep for a little while after she wakes up, his arms still holding her close to her body. And then, he's slowly subconsciously aware that she's awake and his eyes blink open, gazing blearily at her. When she flops her head back down, he's fully awake then and lifts his head from the pillow to look down at her.]
[ It's a bit hard to see in the room, even with the light from under the door (she must have forgotten to flick off the kitchen light), but it isn't hard to tell when he lifts his head and questions her. She's grateful for the dark for hiding her guilty expression. She hadn't meant to wake him. ]
Sorry- yeah. M'fine. You might be all cleaned up, but I'm still-- Sleep is difficult.
[ And with a groan, she burrows herself against his chest, seemingly ignorant of her inhibitions in the still half-groggy state she's wading in. ]
[His voice is rough with what little sleep he did have.]
No, no, it's alright. I may be cleaned up, but I still remember everything, so I wasn't sleeping very soundly anyway.
[Having her against his chest feels nice. Very nice. In his own half-groggy state, he's only barely aware of his heart picking up speed just a little. He adjusts his position on the bed to rest more fully on it, wrapping both arms around her now and holding her close to him.]
I'm sure the gods will have a way to fix it soon enough.
[ She moves with him as he does, situating herself until they're both comfortable, even if it means she's more partially on top of him (or his chest at least) than anything else. Her head nods once; no, he would still have some of those memories, wouldn't he.
... The temptation to ask if he remembered at all what happened during his fugue states is there, but she stores it away. Not the time. Definitely, absolutely not the time. ]
Mm. Dunno. You could distract me?
[ ... She does mean that innocently enough. Honest. ]
[There was a point when he had a thought in his head. Maybe. He vaguely remembers there being thoughts and intelligence and...stuff. It takes a moment for something intelligible to come out of his mouth; at first there's nothing but stammering before he finally manages to say...]
[ It was innocent, you dirty old man. Shame on you. But his response has her grinning suddenly, and man alive, has she ever been more grateful for the dark? Hiding her reddening cheeks so flawlessly. Rose Tyler does not blush, and the world shall not know otherwise. ]
Well. You could always kiss me again. If you like.
[He's stripped down to his boxers and has a beautiful woman lying half on top of him. Cut him some slack.
This. This is definitely a good suggestion. He gently pulls her up a bit more so her lips are within reach and tilts his head to capture her mouth with his. His kiss the night before hadn't been chaste and neither is this one. Even less so, due to the haze of just waking up, combined with the warmth and comfort of being cocooned under a blanket with another body pressed against him.
It's a kiss that's slow and languid, as if he has all the time in the world. And really, it's really far too early in the morning and they have nowhere to go. Of course he has the time to kiss Rose properly.]
[ Hey, it's not like she's going to complain. So she will readily push herself up just enough for their lips to meet; slow and languid and almost but not quite gentle. It is early in the morning, and somehow it still coaxes a slow burning fire into the pit of her stomach, urging her to shift a little closer, to maybe get herself more comfortable. And if that entails dragging a leg over both of his until she's kind of sort of ish straddling him, then so be it. ]
[Oh. Oh my. Where is his respiratory bypass when he needs it? Oh, that's right. It's been replaced by raging human hormones that may have just shot through the roof when her leg goes around him.
His hands suddenly need something to do other than cling to her, and so he slides them under the shirt of her pajamas, his palms flat against the bare skin of her back.
He almost thinks to pull back and ask her if she's sure about this, but at the moment, he can't bring himself to stop kissing her just this moment.]
[ She might have just kept kissing him anyway. Who needs to talk when you have a perfectly good distraction of tongue and hands against her (admittedly slightly warm) back and oh, that feels ... actually really nice.
It might also feel nice when her own hands start to wander. Nothing fancy yet, but with him being quite topless ignore my earlier statements of shirt-grabbing what it's more than easy to slide her hands up to his collarbone, down again to his ribs and maybe her nails are dragging a little bit more than absolutely necessary. ]
[Her nails on his skin elicits a low groan from him and his own hands continue to wander her back, her sides and down to her waist, holding her tight against him. Yes, they've definitely gone beyond innocent now.
His mouth now roams as well, moving from her lips to kiss his way to her neck, nipping lightly once he reaches the point where her neck curves to meet her shoulder.]
Rose...?
[It's more of a request than anything that's whispered against her skin. Please don't make him stop. Not now. He cares not one bit if he seems lacking in self-control. It's been a long, horrible time for them both, and he desperately wants this. Let them forget the weeks that past, at least for a little while.]
[ She has very little problem letting him do as he likes, kissing his way from her lips to her throat and earning himself a hummed little whimper and another shift of her legs. Or hips, in this case, just the slightest bit down and towards his own. Or at least, the side of his hip.
One of her hands slides up and into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp in the gentlest way as he queries her name. Her only response however, is to pull back and look down at him, just for a moment. Her eyes may have adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, and she may be able to just see the outline of his face... But it's enough. Just a little reminder that he's really there, alive and well and ... gods, under her, in her bed.
So she kisses him again, just this side of chaste. That should be answer enough. ]
His hands slide up again, pushing up her top as he does so, leaning forward to kiss whatever bit of skin he can reach. He tosses it aside when he manages to pull it free and then comes back for more, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
After a moment's thought, he changes tack, moving one arm around her instead so he can turn with her so that he's now lying on top before returning to the rest of her clothing. His mouth captures hers again and he tugs at the bottoms, sliding them slowly down her hips.]
[ In honesty, she has to wonder how this managed to come about. Not in a bad way, not at all. But she'd been so relieved to have him alive again, had wished him over and she certainly wasn't about to send him all the way home after that. Was it right? Was it wrong? Gods if she knew. It felt right, just as it had with ... any version of him. Which was strange, for how different they all were. But the spark was there, the desperate need to be with him, in any shape or form, even if it was just standing next to him, pledging Forever on some alien planet.
And it really is hard to try and keep a train of thought when your shirt is getting tugged over your head, tossed to the ground and you're being manhandled onto your back. Perhaps focusing on that would be more beneficial to both parties.
Her breath is already beginning to gust in her lungs as he slips his tongue against her own (or maybe that was the other way around) and she can feel his fingers grasping for the edges of her pyjama shorts, sliding them down until she's left in nothing but her knickers. She feels on fire already, hands at the sides of his face, holding him against her briefly before dashing off, down his shoulders and arms once, slipping to his waist and in a deft sort of move, she's pulling him down between her legs, hips to hips- just for a moment. And if a wandering hand manages to sneak a few fingers just below his own waistband to scratch a little, well. She's got a feeling he won't mind too much. ]
[He might have a thought in that ridiculous head of his, but it has gone very quiet while his mind gets overwhelmed by pure need and sensation. And oh. Her hand moves down between them and he's too far gone to even care what that thought might have been. His hips roll involuntarily against hers and his only thought now is that they still both have far too much fabric separating them.
His lips are on the move again, kissing his way down her neck and chest until he reaches one nipple and gently sucks it into his mouth. Then, deciding to give her hand more room, he pulls his boxers down his hips and kicks them off, leaving him fully exposed to her at last.]
[ Who needs thoughts anyway, when you've got a once-Time Lord in your bed that you've been loving and lusting after for god knows how long, now? Even if, you know-- details. Like we said. Who needs thoughts.
But she will readily agree about their being a little too much fabric left between them, even if it's merely a bit of cloth covering the important bits. It might just feel like a parka once his mouth reaches her chest, eliciting a delightful little noise out of her throat. And then he's kicking off his boxers and she's gasping a little because while she can't really see anything, she can definitely feel him. Hot and hard and leaving her hips to buck slightly upwards against him, as if trying to coax some further action from him.
Instead, she reaches down, only a little awkwardly, and tugs down her own underwear, bumping him once or twice with her knee (and a chuckle), before flinging them off to some other part of her room. For a moment, a full body shiver seems to quake across her, shuddering her breath into a strange sort of inhale. ]
Doctor...
[ Because why use silly numbers, when she has a feeling his name is going to be much more effective. Even in her sleep-addled, semi delirious state, she knows what she wants. Who she wants. And if consequences come later, then damn them to later. ]
[He just manages another swipe of his tongue across her nipple before he releases her breast with a long groan when her hips buck and press against that most sensitive of parts. His hips twitch in response, and he's not sure how much more he can take.
Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long before she's wiggling out of her underwear. They're both loopy and tired, and he gives a breathy laugh when they knock knees in the struggle. And then...oh. There's nothing more between them. If he thought his heart was pounding before, it's practically trying to burst out of his chest now. They've reached the point of no return.
He positions himself, gazing down at her in the half-light, and then she says his name. That's when he's truly lost. His eyes close and he slides home.]
[ It's a deafening moment of silence, in her opinion. Even despite the sound of their escalating breaths. Just a moment of being there, completely bare to one another, and once again she finds her mind racing to try and come up with a story of how this came about. Not for long, of course. Not when he's shifting and positioning, and she can still just barely see his outline; the outside light is finally starting to lighten the room to odd hues of dark blue instead of black.
She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until he slides in, only wincing once because it's been a long, long time since anyone had ever joined with her like this. But she swallows, licks her lips and has to pull him down again, has to kiss him hard and devouring because maybe, just maybe, it'll distract from how terrified she is her heart might explode. ]
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He died when I was a few months old. Mum told me stories about him all growin' up, so I went to go meet him. He was nothin' like she'd said. [ It's said with a breath of a laugh in her words. ] Turned out better.
[ And then her room, where she's still completely dressed her jammies, and ... he is not. It's almost painfully obvious how awkward he feels, too. Poor thing. Rose might feel a little self conscious, a little ... nervous. But nothing like he seems to be exuding. ]
You don't have t'sleep in that. I've seen you in shorts before- or, one of you. S'not a big deal.
[ And she will readily crawl onto the bed face-first with a flop, wavering for a moment, and then nudging over until she's left enough room for him to join her when he's ready. ]
Hope you don't snore.
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[It isn't the first time he's been mostly naked with a woman in her bed, (Charley had been here for a few weeks after all) but it is the first time with this particular woman, and such a first is always intimidating.
Still, after a moment of fidgeting, he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, kicking them off out of the way. Before he can overthink things, he climbs into the bed and settles into the spot she's left for him.
Completely on instinct, he gathers her to him and holds her close, pressing a kiss into her hair.]
I don't...think I do. Not nearly as much as I have in previous bodies, at least.
[Because seriously, Six snores like a rusty chainsaw.]
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... Good to know. [ About the snoring. ] If, y'know, I ever end up sleeping over at Six's.
[ Though it's said in half a sleep-mutter, so whether she truly realizes what she's saying, or merely just saying it bluntly, is anyone's guess. After a moment however, her arms shift again, wrapping around him as best she can; one arm over his torso, the other tucked between them. ]
I'm glad you came over.
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To bad this night is about the worst time for his courage to rear it's ugly head.
Still, he revels in the closeness they are having at this point, and he runs his fingers through her hair and down her back, sighing pleasantly when her arm wraps around him.]
I'm glad I did, too. I think...I think I needed this.
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Wh'? Cuddles from a little blonde thing? [ She snorts a little, obviously teasing in her half-asleep state. ] ... I know, though. S'why I ask you t'come over.
[ Nevermind the fact that she obviously needed it too. ]
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But let's not think of that now, or this is going to be a long and awkward night.
He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle into her hair at her comment.]
Cuddles make everything better. And I'm glad you asked me. Thank you so much.
[Finally he settles in fully and closes his eyes, resting, but not yet fully sleeping. Just feeling the weight of her in his arms and being happy that he at least had this one night.]
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And if, once she's fallen asleep (mere moments later, really), she happens to shift around and get a little closer, as one does when they're feeling chilled, then so be it. You can't blame a slumbering individual if they're leg creeps higher between their bedmate's, or she wriggles a little closer, if just to get a little more full-bodied connection. His body heat was higher, what with him being human and all, and she seemed quite drawn toward it.
But time will pass because when Rose is out, Rose is out, and though it might only be a few hours, it's better than no sleep at all. She might even have slept longer had it not been for the uneasy feeling that crept along the back of her skull, whispering to her subconscious and feeding her nightmares. Nothing strong enough to startle her awake, but enough to have her shift, to frown in her sleep and grip whatever she might be holding a little tighter. In this case, the Doctor's shirt and the blanket thrown over them. Not nearly enough to rouse him, should he have fallen under as well, but enough to stir her towards the waking world none the less.
Had she had a clock in her room, it might have read somewhere nearing five in the morning. What a joyous time to be awake again. But, seeing as she was finding herself (sort of) wide awake upon first opening her eyes, there wouldn't be much more sleep happening for a while. She shivers, glancing blearily at the window to no avail; it's still dark, but not quite as dark as the dead of night. Too early, and with a hateful, hushed groan, her head flops back against the pillow. Or ... his arm, depending on how they'd moved in their sleep. ]
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It has been so long now since he's been able to sleep at all, let alone so comfortably. Now that he's cleansed, he knows how little sleep he truly got, since Thiazi would take his body as soon as night fell and made him do such truly horrible things. His own nightmares make him shiver, and unfortunately his nightmares aren't caused by the corruption, but his own guilt.
He remains asleep for a little while after she wakes up, his arms still holding her close to her body. And then, he's slowly subconsciously aware that she's awake and his eyes blink open, gazing blearily at her. When she flops her head back down, he's fully awake then and lifts his head from the pillow to look down at her.]
Rose? Are you alright?
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Sorry- yeah. M'fine. You might be all cleaned up, but I'm still-- Sleep is difficult.
[ And with a groan, she burrows herself against his chest, seemingly ignorant of her inhibitions in the still half-groggy state she's wading in. ]
Didn't mean t'wake you too.
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No, no, it's alright. I may be cleaned up, but I still remember everything, so I wasn't sleeping very soundly anyway.
[Having her against his chest feels nice. Very nice. In his own half-groggy state, he's only barely aware of his heart picking up speed just a little. He adjusts his position on the bed to rest more fully on it, wrapping both arms around her now and holding her close to him.]
I'm sure the gods will have a way to fix it soon enough.
Is there anything I can do to help?
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... The temptation to ask if he remembered at all what happened during his fugue states is there, but she stores it away. Not the time. Definitely, absolutely not the time. ]
Mm. Dunno. You could distract me?
[ ... She does mean that innocently enough. Honest. ]
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And, ah...how would you prefer to be distracted?
[Sure. Innocent.]
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Well. You could always kiss me again. If you like.
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This. This is definitely a good suggestion. He gently pulls her up a bit more so her lips are within reach and tilts his head to capture her mouth with his. His kiss the night before hadn't been chaste and neither is this one. Even less so, due to the haze of just waking up, combined with the warmth and comfort of being cocooned under a blanket with another body pressed against him.
It's a kiss that's slow and languid, as if he has all the time in the world. And really, it's really far too early in the morning and they have nowhere to go. Of course he has the time to kiss Rose properly.]
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His hands suddenly need something to do other than cling to her, and so he slides them under the shirt of her pajamas, his palms flat against the bare skin of her back.
He almost thinks to pull back and ask her if she's sure about this, but at the moment, he can't bring himself to stop kissing her just this moment.]
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It might also feel nice when her own hands start to wander. Nothing fancy yet, but with him being quite topless
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His mouth now roams as well, moving from her lips to kiss his way to her neck, nipping lightly once he reaches the point where her neck curves to meet her shoulder.]
Rose...?
[It's more of a request than anything that's whispered against her skin. Please don't make him stop. Not now. He cares not one bit if he seems lacking in self-control. It's been a long, horrible time for them both, and he desperately wants this. Let them forget the weeks that past, at least for a little while.]
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One of her hands slides up and into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp in the gentlest way as he queries her name. Her only response however, is to pull back and look down at him, just for a moment. Her eyes may have adjusted somewhat to the darkness of the room, and she may be able to just see the outline of his face... But it's enough. Just a little reminder that he's really there, alive and well and ... gods, under her, in her bed.
So she kisses him again, just this side of chaste. That should be answer enough. ]
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His hands slide up again, pushing up her top as he does so, leaning forward to kiss whatever bit of skin he can reach. He tosses it aside when he manages to pull it free and then comes back for more, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
After a moment's thought, he changes tack, moving one arm around her instead so he can turn with her so that he's now lying on top before returning to the rest of her clothing. His mouth captures hers again and he tugs at the bottoms, sliding them slowly down her hips.]
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And it really is hard to try and keep a train of thought when your shirt is getting tugged over your head, tossed to the ground and you're being manhandled onto your back. Perhaps focusing on that would be more beneficial to both parties.
Her breath is already beginning to gust in her lungs as he slips his tongue against her own (or maybe that was the other way around) and she can feel his fingers grasping for the edges of her pyjama shorts, sliding them down until she's left in nothing but her knickers. She feels on fire already, hands at the sides of his face, holding him against her briefly before dashing off, down his shoulders and arms once, slipping to his waist and in a deft sort of move, she's pulling him down between her legs, hips to hips- just for a moment. And if a wandering hand manages to sneak a few fingers just below his own waistband to scratch a little, well. She's got a feeling he won't mind too much. ]
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His lips are on the move again, kissing his way down her neck and chest until he reaches one nipple and gently sucks it into his mouth. Then, deciding to give her hand more room, he pulls his boxers down his hips and kicks them off, leaving him fully exposed to her at last.]
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But she will readily agree about their being a little too much fabric left between them, even if it's merely a bit of cloth covering the important bits. It might just feel like a parka once his mouth reaches her chest, eliciting a delightful little noise out of her throat. And then he's kicking off his boxers and she's gasping a little because while she can't really see anything, she can definitely feel him. Hot and hard and leaving her hips to buck slightly upwards against him, as if trying to coax some further action from him.
Instead, she reaches down, only a little awkwardly, and tugs down her own underwear, bumping him once or twice with her knee (and a chuckle), before flinging them off to some other part of her room. For a moment, a full body shiver seems to quake across her, shuddering her breath into a strange sort of inhale. ]
Doctor...
[ Because why use silly numbers, when she has a feeling his name is going to be much more effective. Even in her sleep-addled, semi delirious state, she knows what she wants. Who she wants. And if consequences come later, then damn them to later. ]
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Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long before she's wiggling out of her underwear. They're both loopy and tired, and he gives a breathy laugh when they knock knees in the struggle. And then...oh. There's nothing more between them. If he thought his heart was pounding before, it's practically trying to burst out of his chest now. They've reached the point of no return.
He positions himself, gazing down at her in the half-light, and then she says his name. That's when he's truly lost. His eyes close and he slides home.]
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She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until he slides in, only wincing once because it's been a long, long time since anyone had ever joined with her like this. But she swallows, licks her lips and has to pull him down again, has to kiss him hard and devouring because maybe, just maybe, it'll distract from how terrified she is her heart might explode. ]
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