[ She watches him for a moment, before finally dropping back down to lay down, once more looking up than down or across. She seems ... thoughtful. Contemplating. She doesn't even smirk or smile to his quip of terrible knitting.
Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]
[ There isn't really any doubt that he wouldn't be down for it, honestly. Not since his confession, since they're snog in public. But it's quite a relief really, to have him actively leaning into it, participating and not ... well. Just not. She smiles when he mutters her name. She always liked it on that silly, Northern accent. ]
[ Floodgates are for squares, anyway. She much prefers them open like this, for him to kiss her like this and for her to kiss him right back, arms wiggling up and around his neck, pulling him, rolling them both until he's half banked on top of her- at least his upper half. Who doesn't like a good snog in the sheets, anyway? Cause this is allowed now. She can kiss him and not feel guilty, feel like she'll hurt him- his hearts. Or heart, right now. ]
[How long had it been since he'd felt this with someone? He gently rocked against her, trying to calm his hands' itch to wander. He stayed steady against her back, not doing much more than rubbing the base of it through her shirt.
It's distractingly warm here without the leather barrier between them. He can feel that thrum of life and he wants to cherish it. Cherish her.]
[ He's got a point. It's much warmer here without the jacket in the way. Not that she doesn't love the jacket, of course. But it's quiet nice, being able to feel him properly.
She can also feel her cheeks warming up at that admission. Funny, she doesn't blush for anyone else, really. Just him. ]
[Best news he's ever heard, he thinks as their noses brush. He sighs softly against her lips, then redoubles his efforts to know her face as intimately as he can. He covers her with needy kisses, fingers thoughtlessly slipping up the back of her shirt.
His fingers curl slightly when he realises, knuckles grazing the base of her spine.]
[ She really doesn't mind the handsy, get-to-re-know-you touches. Really, she honestly doesn't, he can go right ahead and keep that up for as long as he likes. She'll return it in kind, finding a sort of thrill in being able to touch him, to kiss him with tongue and dig her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. When had her hands gotten all the way up the back of his own shirt? Good question.
[He hasn't often missed having two hearts and a respiratory bypass system, but now he does. Because his breath's been stolen away by the girl beneath him.
She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
She'd be loathe to let anyone else get that right. The privilege of being able to touch and explore him. So she sighs when he kisses her, groans when his mouth finds her neck. Cheap thrills, she kept telling herself. Or the most expensive, depending on how you looked at it.
Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
The Doctor meets her eyes and considers all this carefully. She's so eager, so vibrant, and it'd be foolish to deny what he wants. What she wants too, by the looks of it. So he answers with a broad grin.
"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
She might not even mind if he lapsed in gentle/rough calculations, to be honest. Though she really doesn't mind how it is now, either. But as soon as he's gotten her topless, the nerves start to creep back. Which is odd, since she's fairly sure there hadn't been any last time. Except this is ... different. Different in a way, just as impossible, but different.
His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
Her expression is muted when he looks up; very, very pleasantly content, but muted. Until he speaks, and her grin blooms upon her face, a laugh bubbling out of her throat like she couldn't hope to contain it.
"Considering?" She's teasing of course; somehow she already knows. Of course it isn't considering, of course it doesn't matter that she's human and he isn't (or is, right now, technically).
The Doctor pulls her into a soft, easy kiss, taking the moment to absorb her scent and her warmth. There's still a burning desire to be with her battling with his natural hesitance, of course, but...when she's giving him that look, he's satisfied. Safe.
"Because you're human," he whispers, correcting his past self with a tender caress to her cheek.
Because she has to round-out the silly moment. So, so long ago for her, and yet she can remember the details down to how her heart had pounded as he'd looked up at her.
In answer to her question, he slides up to meet her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Her heat mingles with his, and he presses down, rolling with her and longing for more. The passion overwhelms him in a way that's almost entirely unfamiliar, and she can probably feel it by now.
When the kiss finally breaks, he's panting for breath, but the smile on his face is unbreakable.
A hand wanders down to her waist, grazing her hip and hooking a finger in her waistband. If he could ravish her with affection all night...even that would be enough.
She shivers when he kisses her, pulls the heat from her veins and manipulates it elsewhere, coiling and burning in ways that she can feel are torturing him the same way. Unfamiliar, but to hell if it doesn't make her heart race. He may break the kiss, the pair of them breathless and giddy, but as his hand wanders, her lips do the same. To his jaw, down to his throat, up to the lobe of his ear, breath whispering giggles she can't seem to keep down. Not this time.
But she shifts, as if tilting to let him get at her waistband all the easier, her own hands wandering, skimming along the edge of his own in turn. And maybe she's tilting her hips again, maybe it's impeding his grip, but worth it for the pleasure of grinding them both together. She thinks of rolling them over again, just for the sake of getting at him... She doesn't, biting light at his jawline instead. She may not let this one night be enough. As if it could ever be enough.
The Doctor is pretty sure he's putty in Rose's hands at this point. He shakes when she's right there against him, the friction unbearable. And she's pressing those tortuously soft kisses to his face and neck all the while---when she hits the base of his ear, he gasps.
"Rose!"
That does it. He needs her...and fairly soon would be nice. He moves his hand to the front of her jeans, maintaining eye contact as he moves to pop the button. They're sure, right?
And when he's sure, his fingers slip inside, tentatively cupping a hip, then a cheek. Oh, that's nice to squeeze.
She merely grins at his gasp, beaming up at him with a coy sort of pull on her lips. Could she be any more sure? Impossible. So of course she lets him in, lets him slide across her skin and grope, arms sliding around his waist to give a two handed, rather bold squeeze to his own (still covered) bum.
"You're not going to break me, you know." Unless he wants to. But you know.
"You're...doing a lot of breaking," he breathes, happy about that fact. His legs tighten around hers reflexively for a moment.
When he can't resist temptation anymore, he's moving to ease her out of her remaining clothes, lingering over her legs with grazing kisses. He pauses to press a playful kiss to her foot...
...and then he looks at the vision of beauty in front of him, suddenly finding that his mouth is dry and he's rather short of breath. By the gods of this forsaken place...Rose holds his heart. She owns him completely.
After a moment, he rolls off to the side, gently encouraging her to roll with him. "Gorgeous."
She gives a smug sort of look to him at that; well, as long as he isn't complaining, she'll do some breaking. Among other things. Though the look fades to anticipation as he tugs down her jeans, toes wiggling once they've been cleared and kissed.
He's gotten her blushing again. She's not sure if she likes that; not when it isn't mutual. But she rolls over with him all the same, only slightly for one reason.
"I dunno how fair it is, me being the only one naked." Her fingers find the hem of his own trousers again, tugging playfully. Just not enough to get them off, yet.
"You wear the look far better," he suggests with a breathy chuckle, a sound that only just beats out the pounding of his heart. He lifts his hips obligingly, stroking along her spine in invitation.
"...all right, no, it's not fair. But don't say I didn't warn you," he jokes, quickly masking that odd resurgence of anxiety.
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[He leans his face against his hand, eying her speculatively.]
I can spend time with you any way you like. Reading, tossing things, knitting...
...well, maybe not the knitting. I'm awful with it. But I'm here with you.
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Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]
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His free hand settles in her hair, gently combing through it, and when they break...he's pressed close, very down with this.]
Oh, Rose.
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Yes, Doctor.
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But how far does that instinct go? The floodgate is opening, and now he's kissing her again, eager to claim those cute pouting lips.]
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It's distractingly warm here without the leather barrier between them. He can feel that thrum of life and he wants to cherish it. Cherish her.]
I never say this to anyone, Rose.
But I need you.
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She can also feel her cheeks warming up at that admission. Funny, she doesn't blush for anyone else, really. Just him. ]
That makes two'f us then.
[ His nose is getting a bump from her own. ]
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His fingers curl slightly when he realises, knuckles grazing the base of her spine.]
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She's got no fucking clue. ]
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She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
Yeah?
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Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
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"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
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His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
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He's seen something like this look before, but never quite like this. She's...well...
"...blimey, you look beautiful," he whispers tenderly, trailing his fingers through the ends of her hair as he remembers a night from long ago.
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"Considering?" She's teasing of course; somehow she already knows. Of course it isn't considering, of course it doesn't matter that she's human and he isn't (or is, right now, technically).
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The Doctor pulls her into a soft, easy kiss, taking the moment to absorb her scent and her warmth. There's still a burning desire to be with her battling with his natural hesitance, of course, but...when she's giving him that look, he's satisfied. Safe.
"Because you're human," he whispers, correcting his past self with a tender caress to her cheek.
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Because she has to round-out the silly moment. So, so long ago for her, and yet she can remember the details down to how her heart had pounded as he'd looked up at her.
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When the kiss finally breaks, he's panting for breath, but the smile on his face is unbreakable.
A hand wanders down to her waist, grazing her hip and hooking a finger in her waistband. If he could ravish her with affection all night...even that would be enough.
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But she shifts, as if tilting to let him get at her waistband all the easier, her own hands wandering, skimming along the edge of his own in turn. And maybe she's tilting her hips again, maybe it's impeding his grip, but worth it for the pleasure of grinding them both together. She thinks of rolling them over again, just for the sake of getting at him... She doesn't, biting light at his jawline instead. She may not let this one night be enough. As if it could ever be enough.
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"Rose!"
That does it. He needs her...and fairly soon would be nice. He moves his hand to the front of her jeans, maintaining eye contact as he moves to pop the button. They're sure, right?
And when he's sure, his fingers slip inside, tentatively cupping a hip, then a cheek. Oh, that's nice to squeeze.
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"You're not going to break me, you know." Unless he wants to. But you know.
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When he can't resist temptation anymore, he's moving to ease her out of her remaining clothes, lingering over her legs with grazing kisses. He pauses to press a playful kiss to her foot...
...and then he looks at the vision of beauty in front of him, suddenly finding that his mouth is dry and he's rather short of breath. By the gods of this forsaken place...Rose holds his heart. She owns him completely.
After a moment, he rolls off to the side, gently encouraging her to roll with him. "Gorgeous."
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He's gotten her blushing again. She's not sure if she likes that; not when it isn't mutual. But she rolls over with him all the same, only slightly for one reason.
"I dunno how fair it is, me being the only one naked." Her fingers find the hem of his own trousers again, tugging playfully. Just not enough to get them off, yet.
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"...all right, no, it's not fair. But don't say I didn't warn you," he jokes, quickly masking that odd resurgence of anxiety.
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