When it was over, she smiled at him. "Very nice. Now let's see you put some more of those memories and instincts to good use."
He considered for a moment, then turned her onto her back and leaned over her, locks of his fine blond hair tickling her face. He kissed her neck, tentatively, then with more confidence as she sighed her delight. He rained gentle drops of warm kisses along her face, back down to her neck, then moved across to her shoulder, his slender fingers tracing patterns in the smattering of freckles. He worked his way to her other shoulder, so slow and tender it made her smile. Ever the gentleman, he was. But she felt the heat building in her and wasn't sure of how long she could withstand his courtliness. But for now she would try, wanting to sustain the pleasure as long as he did.
He paused, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted yet suggesting a smile. He smiled faintly himself. He was glad to see he wasn't quite so out of practice as he'd thought he would be. Of course, instinct was a powerful thing, and once he'd unlocked the cage of his sexual desire it hadn't taken long for it to come crashing out.
He realized that she'd opened her eyes as was looking up at him with a shadow of worry. "Doctor?"
"I'm all right, Tegan."
"You aren't..."
"No."
She smiled again. "Good. Because if you were, I'd not let you off the hook quite so easily right about now!"
He chuckled, kissing her, feeling the spark again, the happiness of knowing that he could feel it, that it was allowed and encouraged. He wanted more, more of this, more of her, gripped by needs and wants he could now give a name to, and that name was Tegan.
He slid his hands up to cup her breasts.
Her response was immediate and gratifying. She arched her back slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her. He tilted his head, considering what he held in his hands, the smoothness of the skin, the soft weight, the way they filled his palms so naturally, as if her body had been made for his. He slid his hands up further to hold them, fingers caressing the skin, thumbs brushing over her dusky nipples. She moaned when he did this, and he felt them swell and harden under his touch with a mixture of amazement and delight.
Tegan arched against him again, her breathing faster, wanting more than his caress, pleasurable as it might be, needing things she couldn't put a name to or form words around. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she gently pulled his head down towards what his hands held.
He needed no further urging, moving down upon her until his lips met a breast. He licked at the warm globe, nuzzled it, and just when she thought she would explode with anticipation he drew her nipple into his mouth.
Tegan made a low guttural sound, and he instantly started to draw back, alarmed. "Don't you dare," she growled, holding his head.
He snorted quietly in amusement, sucking on the turgid flesh as she writhed beneath him, making incoherent passionate murmurs, fingers sliding down and gripping the bed as he moved his attention to her other breast, her back arching again as though she was caught in an electric current and he was the conduit. He took the other nipple in his mouth, caressed it, then raised up slightly to hold both breasts again, kneading and stroking, watching her with curious eyes, pleased with the response she made.
"Doctor..." his name was honey flowing from her lips.
She reached up to kiss him, no longer able to be still, wanting to give him the same sweet torturous bliss he'd given her. She wrapped her arms around him and with a swift deft movement rolled him beneath her.
She could just make out his face in the darkness, the surprise, then amusement. "Really, Tegan, if you'd wanted me to move, all you had to do was ask," he quipped.
"I want you to move, all right," she told him with a wicked grin.
"Am I in trouble?"
"The best kind, my dear Doctor."
He arched his brows. "I didn't know trouble could be good."
"It can when its name is Tegan."
She kissed him again, long and deep, resting her body against his just enough for him to feel her soft heat. She raised up and took his face in her hands, running her thumbs across his high cheekbones, his eyelids, his lips wet from her kisses.
"I want this to be for you," she whispered.
He started to speak, but she shushed him. "Don't get me wrong, I plan on enjoying it to the fullest. But this is going to be almost new to you, isn't it?"
He glanced down. "As I said, it has been a long time, yes."
"Then this has to be special for you. I want you to remember this for the rest of your lives."
He looked up at her then, and her breath caught at his expression, the desire, the tenderness. "I could never forget it, Tegan."
She swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, but for one of the few times in her life she was at a loss for words. And when he reached up to kiss her, she decided that was just fine.
He considered for a moment, then turned her onto her back and leaned over her, locks of his fine blond hair tickling her face. He kissed her neck, tentatively, then with more confidence as she sighed her delight. He rained gentle drops of warm kisses along her face, back down to her neck, then moved across to her shoulder, his slender fingers tracing patterns in the smattering of freckles. He worked his way to her other shoulder, so slow and tender it made her smile. Ever the gentleman, he was. But she felt the heat building in her and wasn't sure of how long she could withstand his courtliness. But for now she would try, wanting to sustain the pleasure as long as he did.
He paused, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted yet suggesting a smile. He smiled faintly himself. He was glad to see he wasn't quite so out of practice as he'd thought he would be. Of course, instinct was a powerful thing, and once he'd unlocked the cage of his sexual desire it hadn't taken long for it to come crashing out.
He realized that she'd opened her eyes as was looking up at him with a shadow of worry. "Doctor?"
"I'm all right, Tegan."
"You aren't..."
"No."
She smiled again. "Good. Because if you were, I'd not let you off the hook quite so easily right about now!"
He chuckled, kissing her, feeling the spark again, the happiness of knowing that he could feel it, that it was allowed and encouraged. He wanted more, more of this, more of her, gripped by needs and wants he could now give a name to, and that name was Tegan.
He slid his hands up to cup her breasts.
Her response was immediate and gratifying. She arched her back slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her. He tilted his head, considering what he held in his hands, the smoothness of the skin, the soft weight, the way they filled his palms so naturally, as if her body had been made for his. He slid his hands up further to hold them, fingers caressing the skin, thumbs brushing over her dusky nipples. She moaned when he did this, and he felt them swell and harden under his touch with a mixture of amazement and delight.
Tegan arched against him again, her breathing faster, wanting more than his caress, pleasurable as it might be, needing things she couldn't put a name to or form words around. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she gently pulled his head down towards what his hands held.
He needed no further urging, moving down upon her until his lips met a breast. He licked at the warm globe, nuzzled it, and just when she thought she would explode with anticipation he drew her nipple into his mouth.
Tegan made a low guttural sound, and he instantly started to draw back, alarmed. "Don't you dare," she growled, holding his head.
He snorted quietly in amusement, sucking on the turgid flesh as she writhed beneath him, making incoherent passionate murmurs, fingers sliding down and gripping the bed as he moved his attention to her other breast, her back arching again as though she was caught in an electric current and he was the conduit. He took the other nipple in his mouth, caressed it, then raised up slightly to hold both breasts again, kneading and stroking, watching her with curious eyes, pleased with the response she made.
"Doctor..." his name was honey flowing from her lips.
She reached up to kiss him, no longer able to be still, wanting to give him the same sweet torturous bliss he'd given her. She wrapped her arms around him and with a swift deft movement rolled him beneath her.
She could just make out his face in the darkness, the surprise, then amusement. "Really, Tegan, if you'd wanted me to move, all you had to do was ask," he quipped.
"I want you to move, all right," she told him with a wicked grin.
"Am I in trouble?"
"The best kind, my dear Doctor."
He arched his brows. "I didn't know trouble could be good."
"It can when its name is Tegan."
She kissed him again, long and deep, resting her body against his just enough for him to feel her soft heat. She raised up and took his face in her hands, running her thumbs across his high cheekbones, his eyelids, his lips wet from her kisses.
"I want this to be for you," she whispered.
He started to speak, but she shushed him. "Don't get me wrong, I plan on enjoying it to the fullest. But this is going to be almost new to you, isn't it?"
He glanced down. "As I said, it has been a long time, yes."
"Then this has to be special for you. I want you to remember this for the rest of your lives."
He looked up at her then, and her breath caught at his expression, the desire, the tenderness. "I could never forget it, Tegan."
She swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, but for one of the few times in her life she was at a loss for words. And when he reached up to kiss her, she decided that was just fine.