He moaned against her lips at the feel of her hands on his skin. She'd never felt so good under his hand in his life. But this was the difference, this wasn't hald holding, he was the woman he'd loved for so long almost naked below him.
"Tell me," he whispered against her ear, "Tell me if you ever want me to stop." Because unless he told her too, the Doctor didn't think he'd be able too. Not ever. Fingers roamed her skin as his lips teased and nipped her neck, stopping when they came to the waist of her jeans. Waiting for permission.
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Date: 2010-04-08 12:26 pm (UTC)"Tell me," he whispered against her ear, "Tell me if you ever want me to stop." Because unless he told her too, the Doctor didn't think he'd be able too. Not ever. Fingers roamed her skin as his lips teased and nipped her neck, stopping when they came to the waist of her jeans. Waiting for permission.