Rose shuddered, her hands coming up to cup the back of his head, keeping him there. "Don't stop," she murmured. His wicked fingers, knowing mouth and the use of his mother-tongue were wind and devil and god and wrapped around her like silk. She'd torn her heart in two so many times for this man and they'd earned this.
Her intention had been to tease him deliberately and keep him dangling for the duration of a careful striptease -- but intentions went dramatically out the window. He knew her too well for her to savour an aloofness while tantalizing him. He knew her so well, and the knowledge was transfering to the carnal vividly.
Unbuttoning her black jeans was a little trickier, positioned, as she was, kneeling over his lap. She had to kneel up, robbing them both of the intimate contact that had them both gasping -- brief withdrawal for later, greater pleasures. Rose tugged her jeans down her hips and felt rather than saw his smile at the hot pink zebra print on her thong -- the only non-black garment she had been wearing -- and then sat back to pull off her jeans.
She caught his eye and smiled: "there's no way to slither out of skinny jeans that looks sexy, is there?" The girl and younger woman she'd been before would have likely blushed a little at this, but the woman she'd become had a rueful self-confidence and an absense of her scars thanks to an over-zealous TARDIS last time.
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Her intention had been to tease him deliberately and keep him dangling for the duration of a careful striptease -- but intentions went dramatically out the window. He knew her too well for her to savour an aloofness while tantalizing him. He knew her so well, and the knowledge was transfering to the carnal vividly.
Unbuttoning her black jeans was a little trickier, positioned, as she was, kneeling over his lap. She had to kneel up, robbing them both of the intimate contact that had them both gasping -- brief withdrawal for later, greater pleasures. Rose tugged her jeans down her hips and felt rather than saw his smile at the hot pink zebra print on her thong -- the only non-black garment she had been wearing -- and then sat back to pull off her jeans.
She caught his eye and smiled: "there's no way to slither out of skinny jeans that looks sexy, is there?" The girl and younger woman she'd been before would have likely blushed a little at this, but the woman she'd become had a rueful self-confidence and an absense of her scars thanks to an over-zealous TARDIS last time.