"Tying one to a bomb?" he asked.
Tegan growled.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"You're nervous," she said.
"Another one of your questions that is really a statement. But yes, I am, Tegan, I told you-"
"And I told you that you're doing just fine," she countered. "Honestly, sometimes you could pass for a human with all that anxiety!"
"I am not anxious," he said primly.
"O? Then what would you call it?"
"I'd call it: apprehension."
"There's a difference?"
"Certainly!"
"And it is?"
"Why do you always put me on the spot?" he sighed, and Tegan laughed.
"Enough of this," she whispered, moving her mouth to his right ear.
"You, ending a debate? That's so..." he stopped, breath catching in his throat, as she licked the outside of his ear. Her mouth moved towards the center and she sent a soft breath of warm air in. She felt his slight shiver and smiled.
"At a loss for words, Doc?"
"It... would seem so," he gasped.
"Good." She moved to his neck, slowly nibbling, kissing, and licking up towards his chin. When she reached it she planted a few more kisses, then slid her mouth hard from his chin to his collarbone. She was rewarded by a small moan.
"Tegan..." he whispered.
She rained kisses down upon his face, his forehead, his smooth cheeks, his closed eyes. Her fingertips learned every curve, every angle as they followed her lips. She then slid down, stroking his throat while she traced his shoulders with her tongue. It had struck her before how different the taste of his skin was, and as she continued the thought rose again. Not salty, exactly, and definitely not bitter or sour. More sweet than anything, if she had to put a name to it. Skin like sugar, she thought, and giggled slightly.
"Are my shoulders really that humorous?"
"No," she retorted with a grin, "but thinking about you having sugar skin is!"
"Sugar skin?"
"Your taste," she explained. "Your skin is... sweet."
He raised his eyebrows. "I see. That is... good?"
"Very good," she assured him.
Whatever he'd intended to say next was lost as she slid her mouth over and licked a nipple.
His response was fierce and immediate. He caught his breath again, more harshly this time, and his nipple hardened beneath her tongue. He slid his hands over her back, caressing, the first time he'd touched her since she started. She grinned to herself, pleased to know that she had roused him from his passivity, though the idea of him lying there and submitting to her wasn't exactly an unappealing one!
She repeated her actions on his left nipple and got the same response. She gently bit it, then alternated breathing on it with sucking air away from it. He arched beneath her and moaned. "Tegan," he whispered, voice unsteady and breathless.
"Hmm?"
"That... feels..."
"Yes?" she asked, transferring her attention back to the right nipple and doing more of the same. "It feels what?" she asked coyly a few seconds later.
"It feels... fantastic..."
She knew she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh?"
"You know very well it does," he said, and she lowered her head again. "Tegan, I..."
She heard something new in his voice, something akin to amazement, and rose up. "Doc?"
"I didn't know," he whispered, enfolding her in his arms and running his fingers through her hair. "I didn't know it could feel this way."
"But, your other time in your first incarnation, surely..." her voice trailed off in confusion.
He shook his head. "Perhaps, but I don't remember that from before, not like this."
She swallowed hard, looking up though she couldn't really see him, knowing he was looking down at her. He drew her up to meet his mouth in a kiss that was passionate and hungry. When it was over he tried to push her down but she didn't budge. "I'm not done with you yet, Doctor," she purred.
"I don't know how much more stimulation I can stand," he muttered.
"We'll find out," she told him, moving back down his cool lean body. "After all, it's good to test one's limits sometimes."
Tegan growled.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"You're nervous," she said.
"Another one of your questions that is really a statement. But yes, I am, Tegan, I told you-"
"And I told you that you're doing just fine," she countered. "Honestly, sometimes you could pass for a human with all that anxiety!"
"I am not anxious," he said primly.
"O? Then what would you call it?"
"I'd call it: apprehension."
"There's a difference?"
"Certainly!"
"And it is?"
"Why do you always put me on the spot?" he sighed, and Tegan laughed.
"Enough of this," she whispered, moving her mouth to his right ear.
"You, ending a debate? That's so..." he stopped, breath catching in his throat, as she licked the outside of his ear. Her mouth moved towards the center and she sent a soft breath of warm air in. She felt his slight shiver and smiled.
"At a loss for words, Doc?"
"It... would seem so," he gasped.
"Good." She moved to his neck, slowly nibbling, kissing, and licking up towards his chin. When she reached it she planted a few more kisses, then slid her mouth hard from his chin to his collarbone. She was rewarded by a small moan.
"Tegan..." he whispered.
She rained kisses down upon his face, his forehead, his smooth cheeks, his closed eyes. Her fingertips learned every curve, every angle as they followed her lips. She then slid down, stroking his throat while she traced his shoulders with her tongue. It had struck her before how different the taste of his skin was, and as she continued the thought rose again. Not salty, exactly, and definitely not bitter or sour. More sweet than anything, if she had to put a name to it. Skin like sugar, she thought, and giggled slightly.
"Are my shoulders really that humorous?"
"No," she retorted with a grin, "but thinking about you having sugar skin is!"
"Sugar skin?"
"Your taste," she explained. "Your skin is... sweet."
He raised his eyebrows. "I see. That is... good?"
"Very good," she assured him.
Whatever he'd intended to say next was lost as she slid her mouth over and licked a nipple.
His response was fierce and immediate. He caught his breath again, more harshly this time, and his nipple hardened beneath her tongue. He slid his hands over her back, caressing, the first time he'd touched her since she started. She grinned to herself, pleased to know that she had roused him from his passivity, though the idea of him lying there and submitting to her wasn't exactly an unappealing one!
She repeated her actions on his left nipple and got the same response. She gently bit it, then alternated breathing on it with sucking air away from it. He arched beneath her and moaned. "Tegan," he whispered, voice unsteady and breathless.
"Hmm?"
"That... feels..."
"Yes?" she asked, transferring her attention back to the right nipple and doing more of the same. "It feels what?" she asked coyly a few seconds later.
"It feels... fantastic..."
She knew she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh?"
"You know very well it does," he said, and she lowered her head again. "Tegan, I..."
She heard something new in his voice, something akin to amazement, and rose up. "Doc?"
"I didn't know," he whispered, enfolding her in his arms and running his fingers through her hair. "I didn't know it could feel this way."
"But, your other time in your first incarnation, surely..." her voice trailed off in confusion.
He shook his head. "Perhaps, but I don't remember that from before, not like this."
She swallowed hard, looking up though she couldn't really see him, knowing he was looking down at her. He drew her up to meet his mouth in a kiss that was passionate and hungry. When it was over he tried to push her down but she didn't budge. "I'm not done with you yet, Doctor," she purred.
"I don't know how much more stimulation I can stand," he muttered.
"We'll find out," she told him, moving back down his cool lean body. "After all, it's good to test one's limits sometimes."