"Are you serious?"
"I haven't been more serious in my life."
Sarah wanted to shriek, but she thought that if she did it he would change his mind, so just smiled widely.
"And now, if I remember correctly you were doing something, but I was not focused on it, so I couldn't enjoy it. Would you mind repeating it?" his face assumed an expression of innocent child.
"Oooooh! Pay more attention next time! That was a one-off performance," she said with mock disgust. Then she smiled. "Now comes the second act."
The girl brought her mouth to his neck and began to cover it with small kisses. Upon reaching under his ear she licked the zone and, taking a small portion of flesh, she began to suck and nibble gently, leaving her mark on the skin of the gallifreyan, who responded with slight purrs of pleasure. Once she had left the chosen skin surface sufficiently flushed, she proceeded to lick and nibble both his earlobe as ear.
"Wonderful," he gasped. "You can do really amazing things with your tongue."
"Thanks, but don't think I do this with anyone," she said, smiling.
"No ... not at all," he realized that his words could be easily misinterpreted and tried to correct his mistake. "I know you're a modern woman and you decide what to do with your body and all that, but I haven't thought at all that you're out there ... Ooh!" he suddenly interrupted his hectic wordiness when noticing a warmth between his legs that ran through his whole body. While he was speaking Sarah had slipped her hand under his boxers and had closed it around his member.
"You talk too much. Are you nervous yet?" she asked, caressing the delicate organ with her slim fingers. Her voice was calm and sensual, but inside she was on the verge of tachycardia.
He nodded. There was no reason to lie to her.
"Long ago I haven't this kind of relationship with anyone. I'm a little rusty."
"And do you think you'll do it wrong? Quiet, that's not important to me."
"Isn't it?"
She smiled and shook her head. She took her hand out of his underwear before answering.
"Being so close to you is what makes me happy. What matters to me is that you are no longer hiding from me. Today I feel I'm getting to know your real self."
"You're a good girl," he whispered smiling.
"Your problem now is that you're thinking too much. Let your mind go blank. Don't think; just feel."
"What do I have to feel?" he asked in voice deep and suggestive.
"Feel ... this."
She took with her hands the Doctor's face and kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, pausing in his mouth, letting their tongues play together once more, impregnating her mouth with the taste of his while her fingers caressed his closed eyelids, his cheeks, his ears (with their consequent tickle). She ran her hands slowly down his neck at the same time that her mouth did it too, she took them to his shoulders and travelled his arms and forearms up to his hands, which she grabbed in hers and gently took them over his head. His face reflected a slight sign of distress. For a moment, trick of his subconscious, it seemed that that submissive posture had made him remember The Cave again, but soon he relaxed to recognize the soft and warm touch of Sarah instead of Gideon's electric shocks or the damn claws of the creature. The girl caressed his arms, his elbows, his armpits. She was a little disappointed to see that he wasn't ticklish there. What she wanted with her affectionate caresses was him to feel relaxed with her touch, while also she thoroughly studied all of his magnificent body.
The gallifreyan still shuddered with her touch, but now he was accepting it with pleasure. The warmth of Sarah was raising his body temperature, melting the ice within him, causing the appearance of small drops of sweat on his rosy skin. The journalist also noticed a drop of sweat going down lazily between her own breasts while caressing the feet and legs of her beloved Time Lord. She brought her hands to his chest; she licked his nipples, nibbling them gently. His moans of pleasure were music to the ears of the young journalist. Her mouth made its way to his belly, with her tongue moistening his sweaty skin even more. She watched his face, his placid expression. She had gotten her goal. She had managed to plunge the Doctor again into a state of almost total abandonment of reality. There was only one thought in his head.
"Sarah ..." her name escaped his mouth and came to the girl as a gentle caress for her ear.
She smiled with pleasure and continued giving wet kisses on his belly and licked his navel, putting her hands in the waistband of his underpants. She searched his eyes, asking permission before doing anything and he replied with a sweet smile on his face, lifting his hips to make it easier to her. She felt like a child opening his Christmas present. She pulled the white boxers downward, sliding them out of his body.
The last piece of the barrier between her and the Doctor had been eliminated.
Sarah knelt on the bed to leave the boxers on the pile of clothes and stayed in that position watching the naked body of the Doctor, feeling her eyes moist and her heart beating of pure desire for him. He was panting, his blue eyes looking insecure at the young girl, silently asking a question already answered.
"You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen," she said, aware of his fears.
He smiled and extended his arms to the girl in an invitation and she came into them, hugging him, receiving on his part a kiss of gratitude, love and desire. He held her in a tender way, but at the same time so strong that there was not option for the girl to escape. Anyway, that idea hadn't even crossed her mind.
Loneliness may be desired by some people, but his way to embrace her body, taking hold of her, sent Sarah a clear signal of "Stay with me." Her lonely star didn't want to be alone. She pulled him closer to her, pressing his body against hers.
"You are not alone. I am with you," she thought. She wanted him to know it, though her mouth didn't utter a word.
She raised her eyes and felt a blush spreading from her cheeks to the rest of her face. He was watching her, smiling from ear to ear. She had forgotten that he was a telepath, and although he had never invaded her mind, she was thinking so strongly that he would have heard her as if she had spoken directly to his ear. She separated a little her body from his and looked away shyly, at his right hand. Then she saw why he was smiling: at some time between the kiss and the hug he had removed the brown belt that cinched her waist.