Part 2 – In which Sarah wears some underwear
Sarah raised herself out of the bath and towelled herself dry. She slipped her underwear on and stepped out into the bedroom, expecting it to be empty. She was wrong. The Doctor was sat on his bed reading. He looked up when she entered the room then instantly averted his gaze, embarrassment evident in his features.
"You can look," she said teasingly as she crossed to the wardrobe. "I don't mind."
You can touch too if you like, she thought, biting her lip.
He looked up shyly. He drank in every detail, letting his eyes caress her body: her flawless stomach, her soft curves, everything.
"You're beautiful, Sarah," he said softly.
"Thank you," she responded, blushing slightly and pulling a dress on over her head. The way he had looked at her sent a shiver through her and caused a million butterflies to dance in her stomach. She wanted so badly to lie beside him, to kiss him and feel his hands on her. Right now, the relationship she had been longing for felt more possible than ever.