WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS, PART 8C
Many thanks to everyone who posted feedback on these last parts! I hope this continues to delight. Still rated "R." And yes, Kittenmommy, I see your point. But I still want to see you write one!
"Too many clothes on, eh?" Sarah said. "I guess that would be me, then."
"Well you ARE the only other person in this room, and seeing as how I'm in the altogether, I believe that's a very good deduction on your part," the Doctor smiled.
She watched as he slid his hands up her body, slowly pulling her blouse away to reveal a pale pink bra with lace trim. He added her blouse to the pile of clothing of the floor before turning back to consider her. Her breasts were small, firm: he could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the silky cloth. Sarah closed her eyes and arched invitingly. And waited. And waited.
After a moment she opened one eye to look up at him. "Doctor?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm making a complete mess of this, aren't I?"
"What? Why are you saying that!" She sat up and gazed at him.
He plucked at her arms, then dropped his hands to his sides. "I wasn't joking when I said I'm not very experienced with this."
She smiled and gently brushed a tangle of curls away from his face. "Doctor. that's not important."
He jerked his head up. "It's not?"
"No. What's important to me is that you're trying; you're sharing yourself with me. I'm not exactly an expert myself, you know!"
"You'd never have convinced ME of that!" He replied with an answering smile.
She looked down, turning slightly pink. "Well, I'm a journalist. Research is my specialty!" She looked up again when he laughed.
"I see." He kissed her. "Perhaps I should conduct some research of my own, then." "Mmm. Such as?"
He eased her back down on the bed. "Such as, what it feels like for you when I do this."
He lowered his head and kissed her breasts through the thin material of the bra, causing her to gasp and sigh. He raised his head, a look of pleasure of his face mirroring the expression on hers. "Well, THAT seems to have been a success."
"Mm, Doctor, you need to talk less and act more!"
He gave a dramatic sigh. "That's what everyone else says, too!"
"Well in this instance they're right!" She chuckled.
He smiled again before returning his attention to her breasts, gently kissing and licking them until she thought she would go mad. Just as she thought she could stand no more, he reached under her and she felt his hands at the clasp of her bra. He made a soft sound that was part annoyed, part curious. A few seconds later the bra unclasped and he slowly slid it off her, baring her from the waist up.
Now it was Sarah's turn to wonder. how did she look to him?
"You're beautiful."
She stared at him. "Are you reading my mind?"
He shook his head. "No, I'd never do that without your permission unless it was an emergency. But I don't need to be reading your mind to know you were wondering."
"Oh." She felt sheepish. "Had that look about me, did I?"
"Quite so. That and it seemed a natural question under the circumstances."
"Well, it's not like you've ever told me before," she said.
"Yes, that's true," he replied absently. "Once it wouldn't have occurred to me to look at you that way. And when I found that I was."
"Yes?" She breathed.
"I couldn't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't sure if you felt the same way," he said simply. "I'd never have wanted to lose you as a friend if you didn't."
He half expected her to get irritated by this, but she only looked at him and nodded with an expression of understanding. "I was the same way."
"Well. Lucky for us I lost some of my marbles then, isn't it? Or we might not have found out."
"I'd not call it luck, Doctor."
"True enough." His face grew pensive. "But if it had to happen. at least something good has come out of it."
Sarah was getting anxious. She had to pull him out of this mood before it settled in. "Speaking of something good." she stretched and arched her back, knowing full well the picture she'd present.
Her movements weren't wasted. "You sly minx," he whispered, lowering his head to her breasts again.
He slowly stroked, nuzzled, kneaded and kissed, no longer worried as to whether he was doing a good job, simply letting her responses guide him.
"Doctor." The word was a caress.
The more she sighed, whispered, and moved against him, the bolder he became. He moved from her breasts to her arms, then her hands and fingers, kissing them, taking the digits into his mouth one by one to suck on them. She turned her head and pressed his face to her neck. He planted kisses and gentle bites along the soft skin there and was rewarded by her soft cry of pleasure. His lips and hands teased and trailed their way down to her stomach.
She felt his fingers hesitate on the waistband of her pants. Wordlessly she rose up slightly, and he unfastened them and drew both the slacks and her underwear off. She lay back on the bed, hands at her sides, watching him looking at her naked form.
He took his time, wanting to savor this, his first moment of seeing her entire body bared before him. She had a pleasing curve to her hips, a tiny mole near her navel, and a tangled triangle of dark curls between her legs. He wanted to know all of her, every nook and curve, wanted to etch it into his brain so deeply it would leave no room for him to think about anything else.
"Nothing else matters right now," he whispered. "Only this."
Many thanks to everyone who posted feedback on these last parts! I hope this continues to delight. Still rated "R." And yes, Kittenmommy, I see your point. But I still want to see you write one!
"Too many clothes on, eh?" Sarah said. "I guess that would be me, then."
"Well you ARE the only other person in this room, and seeing as how I'm in the altogether, I believe that's a very good deduction on your part," the Doctor smiled.
She watched as he slid his hands up her body, slowly pulling her blouse away to reveal a pale pink bra with lace trim. He added her blouse to the pile of clothing of the floor before turning back to consider her. Her breasts were small, firm: he could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the silky cloth. Sarah closed her eyes and arched invitingly. And waited. And waited.
After a moment she opened one eye to look up at him. "Doctor?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm making a complete mess of this, aren't I?"
"What? Why are you saying that!" She sat up and gazed at him.
He plucked at her arms, then dropped his hands to his sides. "I wasn't joking when I said I'm not very experienced with this."
She smiled and gently brushed a tangle of curls away from his face. "Doctor. that's not important."
He jerked his head up. "It's not?"
"No. What's important to me is that you're trying; you're sharing yourself with me. I'm not exactly an expert myself, you know!"
"You'd never have convinced ME of that!" He replied with an answering smile.
She looked down, turning slightly pink. "Well, I'm a journalist. Research is my specialty!" She looked up again when he laughed.
"I see." He kissed her. "Perhaps I should conduct some research of my own, then." "Mmm. Such as?"
He eased her back down on the bed. "Such as, what it feels like for you when I do this."
He lowered his head and kissed her breasts through the thin material of the bra, causing her to gasp and sigh. He raised his head, a look of pleasure of his face mirroring the expression on hers. "Well, THAT seems to have been a success."
"Mm, Doctor, you need to talk less and act more!"
He gave a dramatic sigh. "That's what everyone else says, too!"
"Well in this instance they're right!" She chuckled.
He smiled again before returning his attention to her breasts, gently kissing and licking them until she thought she would go mad. Just as she thought she could stand no more, he reached under her and she felt his hands at the clasp of her bra. He made a soft sound that was part annoyed, part curious. A few seconds later the bra unclasped and he slowly slid it off her, baring her from the waist up.
Now it was Sarah's turn to wonder. how did she look to him?
"You're beautiful."
She stared at him. "Are you reading my mind?"
He shook his head. "No, I'd never do that without your permission unless it was an emergency. But I don't need to be reading your mind to know you were wondering."
"Oh." She felt sheepish. "Had that look about me, did I?"
"Quite so. That and it seemed a natural question under the circumstances."
"Well, it's not like you've ever told me before," she said.
"Yes, that's true," he replied absently. "Once it wouldn't have occurred to me to look at you that way. And when I found that I was."
"Yes?" She breathed.
"I couldn't tell you."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't sure if you felt the same way," he said simply. "I'd never have wanted to lose you as a friend if you didn't."
He half expected her to get irritated by this, but she only looked at him and nodded with an expression of understanding. "I was the same way."
"Well. Lucky for us I lost some of my marbles then, isn't it? Or we might not have found out."
"I'd not call it luck, Doctor."
"True enough." His face grew pensive. "But if it had to happen. at least something good has come out of it."
Sarah was getting anxious. She had to pull him out of this mood before it settled in. "Speaking of something good." she stretched and arched her back, knowing full well the picture she'd present.
Her movements weren't wasted. "You sly minx," he whispered, lowering his head to her breasts again.
He slowly stroked, nuzzled, kneaded and kissed, no longer worried as to whether he was doing a good job, simply letting her responses guide him.
"Doctor." The word was a caress.
The more she sighed, whispered, and moved against him, the bolder he became. He moved from her breasts to her arms, then her hands and fingers, kissing them, taking the digits into his mouth one by one to suck on them. She turned her head and pressed his face to her neck. He planted kisses and gentle bites along the soft skin there and was rewarded by her soft cry of pleasure. His lips and hands teased and trailed their way down to her stomach.
She felt his fingers hesitate on the waistband of her pants. Wordlessly she rose up slightly, and he unfastened them and drew both the slacks and her underwear off. She lay back on the bed, hands at her sides, watching him looking at her naked form.
He took his time, wanting to savor this, his first moment of seeing her entire body bared before him. She had a pleasing curve to her hips, a tiny mole near her navel, and a tangled triangle of dark curls between her legs. He wanted to know all of her, every nook and curve, wanted to etch it into his brain so deeply it would leave no room for him to think about anything else.
"Nothing else matters right now," he whispered. "Only this."