"If you are suggesting that I should be afraid of your clothing," Reinette announced, barely masking the hitch in her breath at the feel of the Doctor's hands on her back. "I must inform you that I am not."

She could feel his breath through her hair, feel the way it moved and reacted to him, even as she tried to control such things within herself.

To prove her point Reinette's hands deftly moved to undo the top button of his finely crafted shift, and slipped her fingers just beneath so that they touched skin.

"Not even a tremble."

Though, perhaps there was. Just not one born of fear. No it was -- a shiver. Slight, but there.

She could not not kiss him then, Reinette decided.

Had she once initiated a kiss since the Doctor's arrival in her home? She did not think so. Perhaps that was were the urgency of this one was born.