Author's Note: Just to make sure that everyone is aware, the rating has been upped. This is now definitely an adult fic. You have been warned.

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I can't tell which of us is feeling more awkward about this entire situation. Because I can tell, even as she continues to lead me to my room- which the TARDIS was kind enough to move closer to the kitchen- that she's starting to wonder what possessed her to proposition me like that. Mostly it's because she's not looking at me, her face is even a little flushed and I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about.

Okay, I knew my hearing was improved- not improved so much as… really, really good- this time around, but god! Every breath she expels is magnified throughout the room and every beat of her pounding heart echoes in my ears. She's nervous, terrified really. I can't help but smile at her, squeezing her hand to let her know that we don't have to do this.

That's when she turns and something else has replaced the look of awkward embarrassment. It's foreign on her face, but it is sexy as hell. Oh bloody hell. Her eyes are darker, focusing on me. Her smile is not the one I've grown accustomed to, it's the same as back in the kitchen, lecherous and tempting. I don't really care what emotion it is because I'm far more intrigued by the way the light plays with her eyes and the smile is tempting me to move closer.

But she decides for me. Her tongue snakes over her lips as she reaches out for my tie, tugging and making me step closer. Reminds me of Cassandra- not a very pleasing imagine at this moment.

She surprises me, though, because I was so sure that she was going to kiss me. Instead her fingers are pulling at the knot in my tie, loosening it enough to pull it off. And then her hands have dipped under the lapels of my jacket, sliding it off slowly, making a seduction of it. And the whole time her eyes have never left mine. There's confidence in them, the kind of confidence that an experienced woman has when she's got a man right where she wants him. But she bits her lip just as the jacket fall past my hands and the façade is gone as the doubt slips forward. I know she's waiting for me to stop her.

Hell, I'm waiting for me to stop her! But this new body is so bloody curious that I can't seem to convince myself that this shouldn't be happening. But I don't stop her and she takes that as some kind of encouragement.

It's amazing that after all the sexual encounters I have had, this is the first time that I don't know what to do. So, like the idiot I am, I just stand there, helping her to undress me. My shirt was next to go; I hate to admit that I was actually disappointed when all she did was look, her mouth curving into a smile and her tongue twisting off to the side. There are much better uses for that tongue.

She made quick work of my trousers and my trainers and I have to admit that I feel like a right arse just standing there, completely exposed to her. I have no idea what's going through her mind right now. She seems… lost, maybe? Like she has no idea what she's going to do with me now that's she got me naked. I can't help but chuckle at that thought.

"What's so funny?"

"This whole situation, I guess."

She bits her lip and I know she agrees, even if she won't admit it.

"So what now?" I still forget at times that that airy, teasing voice is truly mine. She just smirks up at me. This could be interesting.

No, no, no! Not interesting. This is bad, very bad. What I really should be doing right now is picking up my clothes and leaving as fast as possible.

Not thinking about the easiest way to go about taking her clothes off.

Is that me sighing? My eyes are closed and my mouth is definitely opened. And all she's done is rest her palms against my chest. That's one thing about this new body that I can't quite decide on- it's so sensitive to new sensations, every sense still unbearably heightened. Usually I find that helpful, but right now…

I can feel every contour of her hands sliding against my chest, every follicle of hair that's disturbed in their wake, every warm gust of air that passing her lips and reaches my skin. Her hands are moving higher, wrapping around my neck and twisting into my hair and finally her lips have brushed mine and her body is pressing fully against mine. I hardly even noticed that I was groaning except for the fact that she was smiling into my lips and digging her hands more firmly into my hair. I really wish now that I had taken the time to remove her clothes-

Oh, bugger, I really should stop this.

Except I can't because now her lips are just a fraction of an inch away from mine and every flutter of her breath is a new sensation all of its own and she's rocking her hips against me, just enough friction from her jeans to make me moan.

"Told you you'd like it."

"Never said I wouldn't." Oh, why did I say that? Why? Idiot!

She's giggling a little and once again my lips are screaming for attention. My body's a little more keen on giving them what they want than I am, but that's never stopped it before and suddenly I'm leaning closer to her, trying to press my mouth to hers, but she pulls away, biting her lip and smiling as one hand covers my mouth.

I cock an eyebrow at her, hoping that my curiosity is enough to get her to explain herself, but it doesn't work.

Her hands are on my shoulders, walking me backwards, pushing me down onto the mattress.

"This isn't really fair, you know," I tell her as I prop myself up on my elbows, shifting to get comfortable on the bed. She just looks down at me, still standing, "Me stark naked and you haven't bothered to return the favour."

She just laughs a little at that, but I'm serious. If she gets to have me naked and at her mercy, I at least want something out of it. She kicks off her trainers as I watch her and, just as casually, her shirt is thrown over her head and lands somewhere behind her. She doesn't bother with her jeans, just lies down besides me.

"Better?"

"Marginally."

And that's when it started. She's dragging the tips of her fingers over my chest and I can't breathe. So sensitive, this body. So aware of everything. And she's toying with me- taking her time to tease and stroke and kiss every nerve and make them burn and tingle and long for her continued touch.

I can't account for every kiss and every stroke, I just know that after a while of surviving her tantalizing strokes, I was on top of her, kissing her and holding her to me and all the while knowing how horrifically bad this idea really is. But that doesn't stop us, not now.

And I know that it's a really bad idea to let my fingers caress her temple. I almost convince myself to pull my hand away until she moaned, the sound escaping her when her legs wrap around me and my cock grazes her entrance. I can't help myself. My lips descend on hers just as I lunge into her and then she's surrounding me- her thoughts, her sensations, her presence, her scent, her body- and we're shuddering against each other as I begin to move within her.

I know that I'll hate myself in the morning. I'll hate what I've done and how I've ignored the biggest rule of my existence- the only rule that I haven't broken, until now.

Because this is wrong, for so many reasons. So many reasons that I can't remember, because I can't think right now. I can only focus on the small patch of skin on my neck that's being assaulted by her lips and her tongue and her teeth and even her soft gasps of breath.

There's a fleeting thought about the reasons and the consequences tucked in the back of my mind and I suspect that maybe they're not all mine, but there isn't time to think on that because her heart is pounding even harder and her gasped breathes are become shorter and more urgent. She's teetering over the precipice. So close, so close, and so good. It feels so good, it's hard to remember why I would even say no to this.

I have to watch her face. My hand cups her cheek, leading her face out of my shoulder. Her eyes are hooded and her mouth parted into an adorable 'O'. Her face scrunches as entire body tightens beneath me. She's moaning and even my name slips past her lips and her hands are gripping my shoulders and the sensation of her body and mind tumbling into the abyss drag me over as well.