"The thing I always loved about sex," she said, "Is that it belongs to you."
"Nothing matters when you're having sex, you just move.
And I never listened to what everyone says about how you'll regret it in the morning, or how you shouldn't let them have you for just one night. 'They wont respect you', and all that. I don't think any of the people who think those things ever really let themselves feel much.
Let them have you, let them make you feel. Take what you need from them, it doesn't hurt.
And that's the thing, isn't it? Its about feeling. And smelling, and touching, and losing yourself so completely in another person that you don't care about anything.
When I was with someone else, we were all that mattered. There was never anything else.
And it wasn't an escape, it never is. It's reality. It's who we are. We are love, walking and breathing. Human is just another word for it, and sex is what gave me truth.
Sex gave me release, too. Not just physical, you know, but I could see better. More clearly. Giving yourself over to just not caring was so addictive for me.
There were days when I simply couldn't live without it, and that's okay. It just was that way.
Sex always meant so much to me, it was nearly sacred.
That's another thing, though. 'Meaningless sex' is a term you hear quite often, isn't it? I don't think sex is ever that way. We don't do it for nothing, you know? Sex was so comforting, and still is, for me. I never feel so safe as I do in the warm embrace of that familiar feeling, that drink-me-up and love me scent. You know the one I mean? That hot, sweaty, 'I don't care that I've ruined my panties,' sexy feeling.
That's not my favorite part, though.
The very best thing about sex, for me, is the closeness. And the faraway feeling you get when you look into their eyes. Everyone else just melts away, and you forget every spiteful thing anyone ever said to you. I guess it is an escape then, in that way.
Look, I don't mean that I use people, I don't believe that you can really, truly use someone that way. 'Cause everyone wants to feel that closeness.
Everyone needs.
And that's why wrapping my legs around someone, and laying my face down, softly on their shoulder, and breathing them in gave me butterflies. Not nervous ones, but those ones that feel like they're made of bubbly, golden happiness.
I can't say that I ever felt that particular brand of happiness anywhere else until you, Doctor. When I see you, I feel the light of a thousand worlds leaking out of you and into me. I can see forever, and that makes me happy.
I am alive, with you. Here, in the TARDIS, I can breathe.
An' even though it's dangerous, I'm still breathing the air on a different planet when I step out those doors with you, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
You mean everything to me, Doctor. You're my safe place.