She'd never been touched like this before. Certainly, she'd gotten a little bold with some of the boys she'd flirted with back home, carefully in darkened corridors and behind the large drapes in the sitting room, but it was nothing like this.

There hadn't been any desperate pulling at clothes to expose more skin, and cursing at buttons, because her fingers couldn't seem to get enough of him. There hadn't been this delicious, pooling heat in her core, growing by the second as he positioned himself between her legs. There hadn't been that, oh, that agonizing pressure when he ground against her, still in his trousers, that motion that made her gasp sharply and dig her nails into his back.

Her name was like a prayer, chanted over and over, falling from his lips between the myriad of kisses he laved over her skin. Those long fingers sought her out, digging at the fabric of her nightdress, the only thing between him and the silk of her skin. Carefully, the Doctor began to pull the hem of her nightdress upward, inching it over her thigh as though he was afraid Charley might change her mind if he moved too quickly.

The slowness with which the Doctor moved drove Charley to near madness. She was no doe in a field, startling at every turn. She was no shrinking violet. And yes, though she'd never done anything quite like this before (with anyone quite like him before), even though she'd proved her braveness time and again, she grew frustrated with the Doctor. Did he think her too innocent? Too fragile?

Charley's instincts pushed her onward, seeking some sort of resolution to all of it, before it became too much for her to bear. She needed to know that he wanted this, truly wanted this, not that he was reluctant or didn't feel she was ready.

"Doctor?"

"Yes, Charley?" The Doctor continued his gentle ministrations just under her right ear, sending chills all the way to her toes as his tongue caressed her lobe. He sounded almost annoyed that he'd been interrupted.

"Is..." she broke off, moaning suddenly as he grazed her earlobe again, with his teeth this time. "Is this what you want?" Charley ran her hands nervously over the skin of his back, closing her eyes as she braced for his response.

She felt the Doctor pull back a little, and his hands stilled in their explorations. "Charley, open your eyes."

He'd sounded irritated again. Charley complied as the Doctor nudged her nose with his tenderly.

"Charley, Charley, Charley..." he admonished. "I have you here beneath me. You've divested me of my shirt and waistcoat. You're beautiful, and remarkable, and brilliant, and your skin is flushed the most incredible shade of pink I've ever seen." He drew his fingertips along the line of her jaw, and she shuddered involuntarily.

"I've never wanted to know the feeling of someone's skin so desperately before, and you're here, letting me touch you in ways I'd never dreamed of touching another person in all the universes. And you're asking me if this is what I want?"

Charley nodded weakly. It felt like the air had been snatched from her lungs. This was how he felt? She'd been a blind fool. Blind. She could've slapped him. Would it have killed him to let her know a little more plainly before this moment?

The Doctor placed a delicate kiss on her lips, before he thrust the hardness in his trousers sharply against her, causing Charley to cry out at the overwhelming sensation that radiated through her.

"I think I've made it clear what I want." He whispered darkly, kissing along the line he'd traced moments ago. "Now, my dear Charley, what is it you want?" The Doctor pulled back again to look into her eyes, waiting for her response.

Breathlessly, Charley pulled the Doctor tightly against her, kissing him bruisingly hard. But not before she managed one quiet, clear word.

"You."

He kissed her back with equal fervour. Whatever reservations the Doctor had burned away, as each touch grew bolder, on both their parts.

Charley's hands danced farther along his back until she could cup the curve of his arse and pull him toward her again, falling into an instinctual rhythm as they rocked together. She could feel the coiling in her core building with every thrust, and Charley lost herself momentarily in the climb.

She gasped as the Doctor's hands pulled her up sharply, tugging at her clothes until Charley helped him pull the offending garment off her. Charley wasn't sure if it was the dark look in the Doctor's eyes, or the night air brushing against her bare skin, but she shivered helplessly.

The next moments blurred together for Charley, as the Doctor slid out of his trousers and knelt over her again. He nuzzled the sensitized skin of her breasts, gently moving back and forth from one to the other. Charley writhed under his mouth, her cries spilling into the night. She held nothing back as he teased her aching, pebbled nipples, as he went from soft suckling, to hard nips with the edges of his teeth, each touch only serving to build the fire within her.

"Doctor, please, please," Charley whimpered, so hazy with this rush of desire she couldn't find the words to finish her appeal to him.

She could feel one of his hands slowly tracing up the inside of her thigh. "Charley, yes, my Charley..."

Suddenly his fingers were there, pressing against her most sensitive of places, moving intensely for but a few moments. Before she could realize what was happening, it was like the stars themselves erupted behind her eyes. Charley arched into the sensation as it soared through her, her hands blindly groping for purchase against the smooth skin of the Doctor's shoulders.

"I hadn't realized you were so close," he chuckled, the husky tone of his voice like music as Charley came back down. He kissed her again, letting her come back to herself slowly before beginning to build the fire in her again.