By holding back the pressure was only building, more hot steam curling in his mind, and around both of them. The air itself burned.
She pulled him closer until he was almost in her lap, cradled in the folds and silks of her skirt, face against that sweat-soaked bodice. More than once the shaking threatened to send them both sprawling to the floor, and Reinette knew she was struggling to maintain the balance of physical and mental.
Reaching out, she lifted what bricks she could, applying mortar, placing them in his hands. She was willingly cutting the Doctor off from a part of herself, and for that Reinette was faced with no small amount of self hatred. But what other option did they have?
Silently, within his mind, she found a way to whisper parts and pieces of stories and fantasies, of French fairytales and even stories created by children about men that lived in fireplaces. Anything to ease the pain.
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By holding back the pressure was only building, more hot steam curling in his mind, and around both of them. The air itself burned.
She pulled him closer until he was almost in her lap, cradled in the folds and silks of her skirt, face against that sweat-soaked bodice. More than once the shaking threatened to send them both sprawling to the floor, and Reinette knew she was struggling to maintain the balance of physical and mental.
Reaching out, she lifted what bricks she could, applying mortar, placing them in his hands. She was willingly cutting the Doctor off from a part of herself, and for that Reinette was faced with no small amount of self hatred. But what other option did they have?
Silently, within his mind, she found a way to whisper parts and pieces of stories and fantasies, of French fairytales and even stories created by children about men that lived in fireplaces. Anything to ease the pain.