Chapter 3
Following Reinette like a puppy dog, wide eyed and confused as hell, it finally hit him that he had absolutely no idea where they were going. He thought he heard her mention something about art, but he had been too busy staring at her eyes to remember. His palms began to sweat, as they often did. He pulled his hand from her grasp to wipe it on his striped suit. Reinette looked at him with a friendly smirk.
"S...Sorry." The Doctor managed to stammer. "Just a little sweaty. Not every day you get a tour of Versailles' private gallery." This was a lie, of course, as he had seen it at least a dozen times. He knew every painting. Yet, for some reason, it all seemed so new to him. What was wrong with him? He was usually so… charming and… suave. He took a sip of his wine. Disgusting. But, he knew if he drank enough of it he'd eventually relax. Reinette nearly spit out her wine when she laughed at The Doctor's ridiculous and contorted expression. She grabbed his hand again, and could feel him shiver on contact. Was she really making him feel that way without trying? She hadn't had to put on the same sexual deviant act that sealed the deal with the king. Was this what it felt like to be comfortable with somebody you love? They arrived in the dimly lit gallery. Instead of studying paintings, however, they sat on a rather comfortable chaise positioned in front of a portrait of Louis XV.
As they sat and talked, one of The Doctor's favorite pastimes, Reinette slowly inched towards him. The Doctor had made some bizarre joke about a planet that she knew nothing of, but he laughed. She laughed along with him. As the laughter died down, she sighed and laid her forehead gently on his shoulder. Perfect. She thought. The Doctor, quite pleased with himself, turned his head and gently kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, Reinette…" The Doctor plaintively sighed. With that she turned her head up towards his face. They locked eyes for a moment before leaning into each other's lips. They started slowly, lips gently meshing together. The Doctor didn't dare open his mouth… at least, not first anyway. Reinette slowly parted her lips, inviting The Doctor to do the same. Gently, she pushed her tongue into The Doctor's mouth, being cautious not to disgust him in any way. She had to maintain her composure. She had to remain calm. None of that hasty and out of breath snogging she'd experienced before. This had to be perfect.
She moved her hands up his sides and into his marvelous hair. The Doctor shuddered with pleasure and Reinette smiled through their kissing. He began tracing his fingers along her sides and back and she let out a quiet moan. He decided to take the next step. He moved his hands around from her back towards the front. At that instant, Reinette broke away from him grinning, holding his hands. Shit, he thought. He'd gone and spoiled it.
"Not just yet, Doctor." Cooed Reinette with a slight twinkle in her eyes. She stood from the chaise and extended a hand towards The Doctor who reluctantly stood and straightened his tie before proceeding towards her. They walked in silence for a moment.
"Have I done something wrong, Reinette?" The Doctor blurted apologetically. "Because, I really didn't mean to offend you in any way if you weren't… I mean, if you didn't… or I guess, if you didn't want me to… that is… touch you."
"All in good time, Doctor. Do not fret. I know this is not what you usually seek during your adventures, and I am most grateful that you have decided to choose me for this rare opportunity. But, since the situation is so delicate and rare, I think it only fair that I be allowed to control how we proceed."
"Right, then." The Doctor pursed his lips and reached forward to meet her outstretched palm.
Wise beyond her years. Or maybe just lucky enough to have caught a glimpse into his mind.