He presses her against the console of the TARDIS, seemingly not mindful (but probably mindful) of the buttons and switches she presses with her arse as he shoves her up there, spreading her legs and shoving between them to get closer and closer still. His eyes, usually filled with childish excitement and wonder, are now full of something that only a man who has seen what he has can possess, and his burning gaze is directed solely at her now. Her skin feels alight, tingling wherever he touches- glances, even. She feels exposed, though she's fully dressed. She feels hot all over, despite the cold metal of the console pressing into the back of her legs (and when it's over, she knows that she'll never be able to look at those levers and meters without remembering this moment).
Oh raggedy man, I've never felt so alive.
He kisses like a man starved, a feral creature. He kisses like these are his final moments of life and he wants to spend them only with her (though they've been in that situation before and it sure as hell didn't end up like this).
He knots his hands in the wild red tangle of her hair and extends her neck backwards as he trails kisses across the creamy expanse of her throat, up to her pink-stained cheeks and then finally back down again to her plump lips.
They're both breathing heavily now, as if they've run a marathon (and maybe they have, to get to this point; to this thing between the two of them that's been building up for longer than either would care to count, and now it's finally bubbling over like the most crystalline waterfall)
He holds her hands in his and raises her arms above their heads, taking her jumper with them as she kicks off her shoes. He tosses it to the side and then takes care of her tiny black skirt, her wooly tights, her slinky black underwear.
As the cold breeze hits her bare skin, she becomes aware of his lack of undress and makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt as he unzips his trousers, taking his pants with them. She eventually succeeds and pushes the material off of his shoulders into a puddle on the ground to join the rest of his clothes. All that remains is his bow tie, lying undone against the flushed skin of his neck.
She grabs the ends of it and pulls him in towards her, and at the same time he takes a hold of her slim hips and presses into her, and they drop their heads into the others' neck and groan in delicious pleasure.
They reach for one another desperately, exploring the canvas of the others' skin and leaving behind trails of kisses and licks and bites in between sighs and 'I love you's.
When they're done and sated, they stumble through the maze of the TARDIS to a room containing a soft bed and collapse onto it in one another's arms.
Neither voices the thought, but as they drift off to sleep they're both thinking how in the universe did I ever get so lucky.
a/n: title from 'when you can't sleep at night' by of mice and men