He choked back a laugh. "You test my limits all the time, Tegan!"
"Not like this," she replied, and before he could utter another word, she teased the end of his hardness with her tongue.
A guttural gasp was his only response.
She snaked her tongue all around him, licking and tasting until his head swam. "Tegan..."
She slowly drew him into her mouth and his hips jerked as he moaned.
His reaction gave her a rush of excitement and arousal. He was being so open, so unrestrained in his responses it amazed her, gave credence to his earlier words, words that seemed to have been spoken a lifetime ago. And she knew his earlier joy: the pleasure he had felt by giving her pleasure. She would never have imagined him capable of the passion he was showing now, the utter abandonment to her touch. But the proof was here, trembling beneath her hands.
She continued, using her hand and lips to incite him to frenzy. His breathing came in shallow pants: he jerked and twisted like a marionette. And she was the puppet master, pulling the strings of his desire, controlling him completely. She felt him quivering and would have continued her sweet torture to its usual conclusion, but he suddenly sat up and pulled her away, lying back down and cradling her head on his shoulder.
She could hear his breathing, still erratic: she could feel his hearts thumping hard in his chest. "Doc?"
"I'm all right," he whispered.
"Then why did you...?"
He peered down at her. "Because, my dear Tegan, if you had kept that up for about ten more seconds, I would have lost all control."
"And that is bad... why?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Because then I wouldn't be able to join with you physically, thereby negating the purpose of this activity."
She snorted. "Purpose of this activity? Cripes, Doc, this isn't paint-by-numbers!"
He groaned. "I know. I simply meant... I would have been spent. And that isn't what I want. Not for you. Not for us."
She nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry: I should've thought of that..."
"It's nothing to be sorry about, Tegan. What you did felt... well; let's just say that I would like to experience it again sometime, hmm?" she laughed, and he smiled. "So don't feel regretful. It should be quite obvious that I enjoyed it."
"Yes, it is," she replied. "I just want to give you what you gave me. I want this to be special..." she chuckled. "I sound like a teenager!"
"It is special," he said softly. He brought her up to meet his kiss, then spoke again, quietly but intensely. "It is special, Tegan. In every way."
She nodded. She wanted to say something more, but it seemed that anything she could say had already been said. And even if it hadn't, she wasn't certain that she could trust her voice at the moment. It didn't matter: this was a moment outside of time when words would have been an intrusion.
He gently turned her so that she was beneath him. Her hands traced the contours of his back, marveling again how soft his skin was, how smooth, feeling the muscles moving against her fingertips. He slowly eased himself against her, and she opened herself to him, slipping a hand between their bodies to help guide him in.
She cried out softly, clinging to him, arms and legs wrapped around him as he became part of her, and she of him. She moved in tempo with him, her lips at his ear, gasping and whispering his name in the softest of voices. All their frustrations, the words neither of them could say, the pain and anger had sparked into an inferno. They felt the burn, but all either of them wanted was to be consumed by the blaze.
When he knew he couldn't wait any longer, he bent his head to tell her, but he realized that on some level she had already sensed it. "Let go, Doc," she said tenderly, fiercely. "I did and so can you. Just let go."
He moaned her name, then cried out as his body shattered with the intensity of his climax, holding her to him as though she was the most precious thing in the universe. When his spasms had stilled he still held her close, moving to lie beside her as he pressed a flurry of kisses on her face. She felt his hearts beating in a blur, felt his shallow breathing, and she couldn't help but grin to herself. So, Time Lords are not quite as detached as they'd like the rest of us to believe! She thought smugly.
"By Rassilon!" he exclaimed. "That was..."
"What?" she teased.
"Well, amazing!" he said candidly. "I can understand why humans are so interested in sex now, and why Time Lords usually don't indulge. How would we ever get anything else done!"
"Oh, now you're just flattering me," she scoffed, but inside her grin widened.
"Tegan. Would I do such a thing?"
She laughed. "With you, Doc, anything is possible!"
"Like getting some sleep?" he asked with a yawn. "I'm sorry, I know I seem like a human male by saying that, but I honestly feel wiped out now."
"You enjoyed sex AND you're sleepy? Doc, I think you've set some kind of Time Lord record!"
"I won't tell if you won't," he joked, kissing her.
"It'll be our secret," she replied, snuggling against him. A few moments later both of them drifted into sleep.
"Not like this," she replied, and before he could utter another word, she teased the end of his hardness with her tongue.
A guttural gasp was his only response.
She snaked her tongue all around him, licking and tasting until his head swam. "Tegan..."
She slowly drew him into her mouth and his hips jerked as he moaned.
His reaction gave her a rush of excitement and arousal. He was being so open, so unrestrained in his responses it amazed her, gave credence to his earlier words, words that seemed to have been spoken a lifetime ago. And she knew his earlier joy: the pleasure he had felt by giving her pleasure. She would never have imagined him capable of the passion he was showing now, the utter abandonment to her touch. But the proof was here, trembling beneath her hands.
She continued, using her hand and lips to incite him to frenzy. His breathing came in shallow pants: he jerked and twisted like a marionette. And she was the puppet master, pulling the strings of his desire, controlling him completely. She felt him quivering and would have continued her sweet torture to its usual conclusion, but he suddenly sat up and pulled her away, lying back down and cradling her head on his shoulder.
She could hear his breathing, still erratic: she could feel his hearts thumping hard in his chest. "Doc?"
"I'm all right," he whispered.
"Then why did you...?"
He peered down at her. "Because, my dear Tegan, if you had kept that up for about ten more seconds, I would have lost all control."
"And that is bad... why?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Because then I wouldn't be able to join with you physically, thereby negating the purpose of this activity."
She snorted. "Purpose of this activity? Cripes, Doc, this isn't paint-by-numbers!"
He groaned. "I know. I simply meant... I would have been spent. And that isn't what I want. Not for you. Not for us."
She nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry: I should've thought of that..."
"It's nothing to be sorry about, Tegan. What you did felt... well; let's just say that I would like to experience it again sometime, hmm?" she laughed, and he smiled. "So don't feel regretful. It should be quite obvious that I enjoyed it."
"Yes, it is," she replied. "I just want to give you what you gave me. I want this to be special..." she chuckled. "I sound like a teenager!"
"It is special," he said softly. He brought her up to meet his kiss, then spoke again, quietly but intensely. "It is special, Tegan. In every way."
She nodded. She wanted to say something more, but it seemed that anything she could say had already been said. And even if it hadn't, she wasn't certain that she could trust her voice at the moment. It didn't matter: this was a moment outside of time when words would have been an intrusion.
He gently turned her so that she was beneath him. Her hands traced the contours of his back, marveling again how soft his skin was, how smooth, feeling the muscles moving against her fingertips. He slowly eased himself against her, and she opened herself to him, slipping a hand between their bodies to help guide him in.
She cried out softly, clinging to him, arms and legs wrapped around him as he became part of her, and she of him. She moved in tempo with him, her lips at his ear, gasping and whispering his name in the softest of voices. All their frustrations, the words neither of them could say, the pain and anger had sparked into an inferno. They felt the burn, but all either of them wanted was to be consumed by the blaze.
When he knew he couldn't wait any longer, he bent his head to tell her, but he realized that on some level she had already sensed it. "Let go, Doc," she said tenderly, fiercely. "I did and so can you. Just let go."
He moaned her name, then cried out as his body shattered with the intensity of his climax, holding her to him as though she was the most precious thing in the universe. When his spasms had stilled he still held her close, moving to lie beside her as he pressed a flurry of kisses on her face. She felt his hearts beating in a blur, felt his shallow breathing, and she couldn't help but grin to herself. So, Time Lords are not quite as detached as they'd like the rest of us to believe! She thought smugly.
"By Rassilon!" he exclaimed. "That was..."
"What?" she teased.
"Well, amazing!" he said candidly. "I can understand why humans are so interested in sex now, and why Time Lords usually don't indulge. How would we ever get anything else done!"
"Oh, now you're just flattering me," she scoffed, but inside her grin widened.
"Tegan. Would I do such a thing?"
She laughed. "With you, Doc, anything is possible!"
"Like getting some sleep?" he asked with a yawn. "I'm sorry, I know I seem like a human male by saying that, but I honestly feel wiped out now."
"You enjoyed sex AND you're sleepy? Doc, I think you've set some kind of Time Lord record!"
"I won't tell if you won't," he joked, kissing her.
"It'll be our secret," she replied, snuggling against him. A few moments later both of them drifted into sleep.