After a few minutes, she began to moan. He continued, looking down at her, her eyes shut and face flushed, and marveled at how beautiful she looked. She writhed against him, breathing in short gasps, her entire body rippling like an ocean wave. He knew she must be closer...
Tegan was, in fact, poised on the edge. But she was holding herself back. It was a reflex reaction: it had always been hard for her to let go. She was so wary, so hesitant of trusting, it even carried over into sex. More than one man had been confused and upset by this, by her seeming inability to let anyone close to her. But she didn't want that, not with the Doctor. She wanted to let him in. It was so hard to undo habit...
He altered his tempo slightly, but it was enough to send her rolling out again, building so fast she almost didn't realize it. She felt the trembling, the spasms, and she knew it was the moment of truth.
"Doc..." she gasped.
"Let it happen, Tegan," he whispered.
He had sensed conflict in her, and while he knew little about sex, he knew a great deal about Tegan. He didn't intend to let her old fears stop him, or her. They had come too far, shared too much for that. They had been stripped down to the bone with each other. There was no going back, not now, not for him, not for her.
Tegan arched against him, raising herself up, a low wanton cry escaping her lips, her hips writhing as release claimed her, as her body was flooded with spasm after spasm of pleasure. Finally, she quieted and went limp, drawing him down to her in a fierce kiss. When it ended, she cupped his face in her hands, brushing a lock of hair away from his eye. She chuckled, the sound rich and genuinely happy.
"Are you going to let me in on the joke?" he asked, bracing himself over her on his arms.
"You." At his puzzled "hmm?" she elaborated: "I've always thought you could do anything you tried to. This proves it!"
"I did have help from you, Tegan," he murmured. When she touched his mouth, she felt him smiling.
"You might not need too much more help!" she exclaimed. "That was amazing."
"Only because you were able to show me what to do," he insisted.
"Doc... some guys wouldn't even have asked."
"Then how would they know?"
She sighed, twining her fingers in his hair as he moved to lie down beside her, resting his head on her breasts. "Sometimes they don't," she said. "They assume they know what they're doing or that you like whatever they do."
"That seems rather inefficient."
Tegan laughed until her eyes watered. "Only you would describe sex like that!"
He shrugged. "It's not logical. If you're having sex to give each other pleasure, you should find out what the other person likes. Otherwise it's a waste of time and effort."
"So practical," she teased, kissing the top of his head.
He tucked his chin down. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I did promise not to be that way for this, didn't I."
"Doc, it's ok," she said softly, tipping his face up towards hers. "You are who you are. And I'm glad that you care about pleasing me, even if you're a bit clinical about it."
"That isn't all of it, you know," he replied earnestly. "It's because..." he broke off.
"Because?" she prompted gently.
"It gives me pleasure, knowing I can make you feel that way. Your face, Tegan, at that moment... and it was because of me, I was able to give you that."
She nodded. "I understand."
He raised up and kissed her, taking her by surprise. When it was over, she said: "but you know, Doc, that works both ways."
"Oh?"
"Oh, yes," she told him. And with a quick fluid movement, he was on his back with her on top of him.
"You seem to have an abundance of energy suddenly," he said.
"I certainly do," she answered. She slid up to kiss him, a long deep kiss that left him breathless. "Now," she whispered in his ear when it was over, "let's see if I can't figure out what makes a Time Lord tick."
Tegan was, in fact, poised on the edge. But she was holding herself back. It was a reflex reaction: it had always been hard for her to let go. She was so wary, so hesitant of trusting, it even carried over into sex. More than one man had been confused and upset by this, by her seeming inability to let anyone close to her. But she didn't want that, not with the Doctor. She wanted to let him in. It was so hard to undo habit...
He altered his tempo slightly, but it was enough to send her rolling out again, building so fast she almost didn't realize it. She felt the trembling, the spasms, and she knew it was the moment of truth.
"Doc..." she gasped.
"Let it happen, Tegan," he whispered.
He had sensed conflict in her, and while he knew little about sex, he knew a great deal about Tegan. He didn't intend to let her old fears stop him, or her. They had come too far, shared too much for that. They had been stripped down to the bone with each other. There was no going back, not now, not for him, not for her.
Tegan arched against him, raising herself up, a low wanton cry escaping her lips, her hips writhing as release claimed her, as her body was flooded with spasm after spasm of pleasure. Finally, she quieted and went limp, drawing him down to her in a fierce kiss. When it ended, she cupped his face in her hands, brushing a lock of hair away from his eye. She chuckled, the sound rich and genuinely happy.
"Are you going to let me in on the joke?" he asked, bracing himself over her on his arms.
"You." At his puzzled "hmm?" she elaborated: "I've always thought you could do anything you tried to. This proves it!"
"I did have help from you, Tegan," he murmured. When she touched his mouth, she felt him smiling.
"You might not need too much more help!" she exclaimed. "That was amazing."
"Only because you were able to show me what to do," he insisted.
"Doc... some guys wouldn't even have asked."
"Then how would they know?"
She sighed, twining her fingers in his hair as he moved to lie down beside her, resting his head on her breasts. "Sometimes they don't," she said. "They assume they know what they're doing or that you like whatever they do."
"That seems rather inefficient."
Tegan laughed until her eyes watered. "Only you would describe sex like that!"
He shrugged. "It's not logical. If you're having sex to give each other pleasure, you should find out what the other person likes. Otherwise it's a waste of time and effort."
"So practical," she teased, kissing the top of his head.
He tucked his chin down. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I did promise not to be that way for this, didn't I."
"Doc, it's ok," she said softly, tipping his face up towards hers. "You are who you are. And I'm glad that you care about pleasing me, even if you're a bit clinical about it."
"That isn't all of it, you know," he replied earnestly. "It's because..." he broke off.
"Because?" she prompted gently.
"It gives me pleasure, knowing I can make you feel that way. Your face, Tegan, at that moment... and it was because of me, I was able to give you that."
She nodded. "I understand."
He raised up and kissed her, taking her by surprise. When it was over, she said: "but you know, Doc, that works both ways."
"Oh?"
"Oh, yes," she told him. And with a quick fluid movement, he was on his back with her on top of him.
"You seem to have an abundance of energy suddenly," he said.
"I certainly do," she answered. She slid up to kiss him, a long deep kiss that left him breathless. "Now," she whispered in his ear when it was over, "let's see if I can't figure out what makes a Time Lord tick."