Well, everyone, I have good news and bad news. Good news: here's another section for you to enjoy! Bad news: one of my best friends is coming to visit from England Saturday, so I won't be posting another section for about 2 weeks. Please don't beat me, kittenmommy! grin
When the kiss ended, she clasped her hands on his shoulders, gently rolling him onto his back. She rested her body lightly against his, looking down with a sigh. "I wish I could see you better right now."
"If you could, you'd see that I'm smiling," he told her. "Your eyes will adjust soon."
"Not as well as yours."
"Even I don't have darkvision, Tegan. More low-light than anything."
"It's still more than I have."
"You're human."
"Yes, I know that," Tegan replied testily. "It's just another example of how-" she broke off.
"How what?"
Silence.
"Tegan," he pressed.
"Of how you're better, all right?" she snapped. "That bloody superior Time Lord body of yours. You can see better, you're a dozen times smarter... how am I supposed to keep up with that?"
"You've done just fine so far," he countered. He took her face in his hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. "Out with it, Tegan. Don't tell me you have an inferiority complex!"
"I bloody well do not!" she shot back. "But the simple fact is we are different, physically, mentally, emotionally..."
"Why is that bad?" he asked softly.
She didn't answer, only tried to move away from him, but he slipped his arms around her waist and held her close. "Don't you know by now why I spend so much time on Earth?" he asked hoarsely. "Why I mostly travel with humans, why I enjoy their company more than I ever would another Time Lord's? It is those differences, Tegan, that make your species so amazing to me."
"Great," she muttered. "We're your favorite pets."
"You are no such thing!" he thundered. "You are an indomitable lot and you are not pets to me! It was my contact with humans that helped open my eyes, taught me that there were so many better things out there than what Gallifrey could offer. You say I'm so much smarter than you, Tegan. And while that might be true, you've taught me things I would never have learned on my own, things that make me a better being, a happier one."
She laughed. "That was quite a speech, Doc!"
"I meant it, every word."
"I know you did."
"Then let's have no more of that nonsense, shall we?" he murmured.
"Fair enough," she said.
"Good," he muttered. "I thought I was going to have to kiss you to shut you up."
She felt oddly disappointed. "And now?"
"I'm still going to kiss you," he assured her, "just not to shut you up."
"Fair enough again," she answered, her lips curving into a smile.
As he moved towards her, she slipped down with a wicked grin. "Hold that thought, my dear Doctor," she whispered. "There's a little something I want to do to you first."
"Oh?"
"Several things, in fact."
"Hmm." He closed his eyes. "Why does that both worry and intrigue me?"
A throaty chuckle escaped her. "Because you know me so well."
"That's true. Not to mention-" his words caught in his throat.
Tegan looked up from his right nipple, where she had just flicked her tongue firmly against the nub of apparently very sensitive flesh. "Yes?" she inquired innocently, lowering her mouth again.
"I..." her tongue swirled and teased and he gasped in renewed delight.
"You seem to be at a loss for words, Doc," she said sweetly, trailing warm wet kisses across his chest to his other nipple.
He arched his back slightly, a low moan escaping him. "That is... very..."
"Pleasurable?"
"Unusual," he said, voice unsteady.
She looked up with a frown of worry. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, I just..."
She slid up next to him, trailing two fingers down the side of his face. "Talk to me, Doctor," she coaxed.
He drew a shaky breath, released it slowly, one hand sliding down to her hip. "I... it's been so long, as I said, so many selves past, I'd all but forgotten what it was like..."
He paused, trying to find the right words to express what he was thinking, feeling. Tegan said nothing, patiently waiting, resting her hand over his.
He sighed. "I know you said you're not well versed in this, either. But I feel sure that you're had more experience than me... and that I'm going to be a disappointment."
"Have you gone barmy?" she exclaimed. "I can't believe you!"
"Tegan..."
"No, it's your turn to listen now, Doc," she said firmly, looking up at him even though she could barely make out his face in the dark.
But he wouldn't be deterred. "I know next to nothing about this. I'm acting purely on old memories, things I've seen others do, and what little sexual instinct I possess. I feel..."
"What?"
"Dishonest," he finished.
She blew out a breath. "Do you want me, Doc?"
"Tegan..."
"Answer the question. Quickly, without rationalizing it, without turning it over fifty times in that massive mind of yours. Do you desire me?"
He sighed again. "Yes, I do. But..."
"But nothing," she said determinedly. "If you feel for me, that's all that matters. I don't care how much or how little you know. Cripes, do you think that's all I care about? This isn't the sex Olympics, you know!"
She was rewarded with a laugh from him. "I mean it," she insisted. "Your lack of skill isn't an issue for me."
"It will be when I muck this up."
"You won't."
"You seem awfully certain of that."
"I am."
"How? How can you be so sure?" he asked.
"Because of this," she said, placing her hand over his hearts while she kissed him.
When she felt the rhythms become erratic, she broke the kiss and took his hand in hers again. "That is how I make you feel," she said quietly. "And if I can do that, it doesn't matter if I have to teach you. The point is, you want to learn. Your body wants to learn."
He was smiling. She knew he was. "I can't argue with your logic."
"Then don't," she ordered.
"I won't. What would you like me to do instead?"
"Kiss me again."
"Yes, madam."
When the kiss ended, she clasped her hands on his shoulders, gently rolling him onto his back. She rested her body lightly against his, looking down with a sigh. "I wish I could see you better right now."
"If you could, you'd see that I'm smiling," he told her. "Your eyes will adjust soon."
"Not as well as yours."
"Even I don't have darkvision, Tegan. More low-light than anything."
"It's still more than I have."
"You're human."
"Yes, I know that," Tegan replied testily. "It's just another example of how-" she broke off.
"How what?"
Silence.
"Tegan," he pressed.
"Of how you're better, all right?" she snapped. "That bloody superior Time Lord body of yours. You can see better, you're a dozen times smarter... how am I supposed to keep up with that?"
"You've done just fine so far," he countered. He took her face in his hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. "Out with it, Tegan. Don't tell me you have an inferiority complex!"
"I bloody well do not!" she shot back. "But the simple fact is we are different, physically, mentally, emotionally..."
"Why is that bad?" he asked softly.
She didn't answer, only tried to move away from him, but he slipped his arms around her waist and held her close. "Don't you know by now why I spend so much time on Earth?" he asked hoarsely. "Why I mostly travel with humans, why I enjoy their company more than I ever would another Time Lord's? It is those differences, Tegan, that make your species so amazing to me."
"Great," she muttered. "We're your favorite pets."
"You are no such thing!" he thundered. "You are an indomitable lot and you are not pets to me! It was my contact with humans that helped open my eyes, taught me that there were so many better things out there than what Gallifrey could offer. You say I'm so much smarter than you, Tegan. And while that might be true, you've taught me things I would never have learned on my own, things that make me a better being, a happier one."
She laughed. "That was quite a speech, Doc!"
"I meant it, every word."
"I know you did."
"Then let's have no more of that nonsense, shall we?" he murmured.
"Fair enough," she said.
"Good," he muttered. "I thought I was going to have to kiss you to shut you up."
She felt oddly disappointed. "And now?"
"I'm still going to kiss you," he assured her, "just not to shut you up."
"Fair enough again," she answered, her lips curving into a smile.
As he moved towards her, she slipped down with a wicked grin. "Hold that thought, my dear Doctor," she whispered. "There's a little something I want to do to you first."
"Oh?"
"Several things, in fact."
"Hmm." He closed his eyes. "Why does that both worry and intrigue me?"
A throaty chuckle escaped her. "Because you know me so well."
"That's true. Not to mention-" his words caught in his throat.
Tegan looked up from his right nipple, where she had just flicked her tongue firmly against the nub of apparently very sensitive flesh. "Yes?" she inquired innocently, lowering her mouth again.
"I..." her tongue swirled and teased and he gasped in renewed delight.
"You seem to be at a loss for words, Doc," she said sweetly, trailing warm wet kisses across his chest to his other nipple.
He arched his back slightly, a low moan escaping him. "That is... very..."
"Pleasurable?"
"Unusual," he said, voice unsteady.
She looked up with a frown of worry. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, I just..."
She slid up next to him, trailing two fingers down the side of his face. "Talk to me, Doctor," she coaxed.
He drew a shaky breath, released it slowly, one hand sliding down to her hip. "I... it's been so long, as I said, so many selves past, I'd all but forgotten what it was like..."
He paused, trying to find the right words to express what he was thinking, feeling. Tegan said nothing, patiently waiting, resting her hand over his.
He sighed. "I know you said you're not well versed in this, either. But I feel sure that you're had more experience than me... and that I'm going to be a disappointment."
"Have you gone barmy?" she exclaimed. "I can't believe you!"
"Tegan..."
"No, it's your turn to listen now, Doc," she said firmly, looking up at him even though she could barely make out his face in the dark.
But he wouldn't be deterred. "I know next to nothing about this. I'm acting purely on old memories, things I've seen others do, and what little sexual instinct I possess. I feel..."
"What?"
"Dishonest," he finished.
She blew out a breath. "Do you want me, Doc?"
"Tegan..."
"Answer the question. Quickly, without rationalizing it, without turning it over fifty times in that massive mind of yours. Do you desire me?"
He sighed again. "Yes, I do. But..."
"But nothing," she said determinedly. "If you feel for me, that's all that matters. I don't care how much or how little you know. Cripes, do you think that's all I care about? This isn't the sex Olympics, you know!"
She was rewarded with a laugh from him. "I mean it," she insisted. "Your lack of skill isn't an issue for me."
"It will be when I muck this up."
"You won't."
"You seem awfully certain of that."
"I am."
"How? How can you be so sure?" he asked.
"Because of this," she said, placing her hand over his hearts while she kissed him.
When she felt the rhythms become erratic, she broke the kiss and took his hand in hers again. "That is how I make you feel," she said quietly. "And if I can do that, it doesn't matter if I have to teach you. The point is, you want to learn. Your body wants to learn."
He was smiling. She knew he was. "I can't argue with your logic."
"Then don't," she ordered.
"I won't. What would you like me to do instead?"
"Kiss me again."
"Yes, madam."