A/N - Thanks to my four reviewers last chapter
She touches him, in the most intimate of ways, and he sighs, for she is making him crazy. He gently lifts her chin from where she is kissing his jawline, and softly, kisses her, showing that he doesn't want rough. He wants gentle, patient, and she abides. She will do anything, they are one. The Bad Wolf and the Uncoming Storm.
They kiss, and their passion increases with every little touch. She rests her hands in his wonderful hair, smiling into the kiss; he rests his in the small of her back. They're pushing boundaries, they keep trying to swim to the surface, but get pulled under once more. But, this is their floatation device.
There's only a point to where intimacy can go, until the Doctor wakes up and craves for her touch, crying into the bedsheets and becoming that little lost boy on Gallifrey again; except he is in love.
{weep not for roads untravelled; weep not for paths left alone}
- Roads Untravelled, Linkin Park