There wasn't any surprise to the Doctor's next move, it was the same as a dance, or simply breathing. They fought each other, tore apart each other's worlds, and left the marks to prove it.
This was simply another fight for dominance, for control. He bit sharply at his bottom lip, any care he might have had to the mark it would leave gone from his mind, and he kissed like this were any other fight they might have had. He was in control of this, at least so he thought, and he gave over that rage willingly. Anything to get that fire back that was the Doctor he knew.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice chided him for desperation, but he didn't deny it. He was angry, passionate, and desperate for anything familiar. This, here, was familiar. It was a battleground he knew well.
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Date: 2011-12-21 03:47 am (UTC)This was simply another fight for dominance, for control. He bit sharply at his bottom lip, any care he might have had to the mark it would leave gone from his mind, and he kissed like this were any other fight they might have had. He was in control of this, at least so he thought, and he gave over that rage willingly. Anything to get that fire back that was the Doctor he knew.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice chided him for desperation, but he didn't deny it. He was angry, passionate, and desperate for anything familiar. This, here, was familiar. It was a battleground he knew well.
If it helped, then it was a victory.