"Oh, shut up." Because she's going to gladly disrobe the last of his clothing for him, taking her time coming back up from discarded trousers with gentle hands and kisses and nuzzles to his skin. She really doesn't understand why he should be so nervous about it; he's as strikingly handsome to her as she could ever hope for.
When she finds herself back up to his front, nearly nose to nose this time, she slides her legs around his hips, bracketing in his waist and settling herself comfortably in his lap where he's sure to feel the heat of her pressed against his pelvis.
"I think you're beautiful, too, you know." Her voice is quieter this time, hands up to the sides of his face, gentle, but sure to keep his eyes on her own. She really did mean it.
And there they are. Laid bare and very much in love. The Doctor most certainly reacts favorably to her touch, shifting up to meet her when they're face to face again.
Of course he believes her when he sees that warmth in her eyes. His cheeks are pulled up around a smile under her hands.
"This old face? Well...maybe this old one's learned some tricks," he says softly, slinking eager hands down to her waist. With a soft tug, he lifts her up so that she's now looking down on him. He takes a moment to rearrange his legs into a lotus position, then lowers her...at a much more favorable angle.
"Jack's not the only flexible one," he teases, just a hint of a challenge.
It's just a little bit of stretch to peer beneath herself and see what he's referring to. Not that she doesn't grin for it.
"Is that s'posed to be a challenge? Cause you might win it." She laughs then; it's been years since she's done gymnastics. Not to say she isn't flexible, but then... Well, we'll just have to find out and see. Her new position however, sends little licks of heat along her spine, pulse sky-rocketing in excitement. Instead of finish the job however, she simply puts her hips into a little, circular grind.
The Doctor shudders, and...well, maybe he started this teasing dance, this little game, but he's certainly hoping to end it soon. He holds Rose close, fingers sprawled at the base of her spine and dipping down. His other hand teases her side.
But he rocks forward, a first teasing brush against her slit.
He did, technically, didn't he? His follow-up has her hips jumping however, just enough for her to bite her lip, to lean down and steal his mouth for another kiss.
It's a good enough prompt, really. So she reaches down between them, snaking her fingers around his length- a move that has her mouth pausing in appreciation, before carrying on and pulling him where she sees fit. Even if that means a few more gentle slides against her slick heat, grinding and wetting him just enough so that first slide in... is so much easier. Not even a few inches in, and she's sighing against his lips.
How long has it been since his last time this close to anyone? After a microsecond of thought, he realises it doesn't matter---it feels like centuries, and so it must be. Really, the measure here is in the feeling. And he knows now with certainty that there's no feeling in the world like reveling in the warm vitality of his beloved Rose. Every second his heart races faster, every moment he wants to inhale more of her scent. He feels the limitations of his human form and desperately wishes they could've done this before...
...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.
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When she finds herself back up to his front, nearly nose to nose this time, she slides her legs around his hips, bracketing in his waist and settling herself comfortably in his lap where he's sure to feel the heat of her pressed against his pelvis.
"I think you're beautiful, too, you know." Her voice is quieter this time, hands up to the sides of his face, gentle, but sure to keep his eyes on her own. She really did mean it.
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Of course he believes her when he sees that warmth in her eyes. His cheeks are pulled up around a smile under her hands.
"This old face? Well...maybe this old one's learned some tricks," he says softly, slinking eager hands down to her waist. With a soft tug, he lifts her up so that she's now looking down on him. He takes a moment to rearrange his legs into a lotus position, then lowers her...at a much more favorable angle.
"Jack's not the only flexible one," he teases, just a hint of a challenge.
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"Is that s'posed to be a challenge? Cause you might win it." She laughs then; it's been years since she's done gymnastics. Not to say she isn't flexible, but then... Well, we'll just have to find out and see. Her new position however, sends little licks of heat along her spine, pulse sky-rocketing in excitement. Instead of finish the job however, she simply puts her hips into a little, circular grind.
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The Doctor shudders, and...well, maybe he started this teasing dance, this little game, but he's certainly hoping to end it soon. He holds Rose close, fingers sprawled at the base of her spine and dipping down. His other hand teases her side.
But he rocks forward, a first teasing brush against her slit.
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It's a good enough prompt, really. So she reaches down between them, snaking her fingers around his length- a move that has her mouth pausing in appreciation, before carrying on and pulling him where she sees fit. Even if that means a few more gentle slides against her slick heat, grinding and wetting him just enough so that first slide in... is so much easier. Not even a few inches in, and she's sighing against his lips.
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...but maybe it had to happen this way, he thinks. Without the thinly stable setting of Asgard, without the promise that their timelines would remain the same, without all the barriers ripped away, would he have ever allowed himself to give in?
He suspects not. And knowing that in time he won't remember this makes it ache more.
But that's all the more reason to stay in the moment, and that's where he wrenches himself back to, kissing Rose with renewed enthusiasm. He grinds up, adjusts his hand on her hip to give her better leverage, and settles into a rhythm.
And when he's sure, when the sensation of being one with the one he loves permeates his being, only then does his head slip down. He brushes lips against her jaw, her neck, finally settling on her shoulder where he hovers just enough to whisper to her, mutterings too indistinct to be translated by the spell...but her name is a common thread.
He tries to wrap himself around her more thoroughly than he already has, can't seem to get closer---but that's fine, because he grazes and nips contentedly right here, smothering her skin in warm kisses as he relishes in being inside her.