She had been about to inform the Doctor that if anything was having an impact on her insides in that moment, it was most certainly him. But before she could do she he silenced her with a kiss with no small amount of skill.

It was that way with the Doctor, Reinette knew. Knew, and enjoyed. There was desire, and desire. There was the swirling warmth, the tendrils that curled through her that made her feel rather like a cat stretching slowing towards a ray of sun. Caressed by the very action of it. Her body streched, free of restrictions and the very act of breathing was sensual.

But then there was the other desire. The Doctor's desire. To know. To explore and to be. That never went away with him. And Reinette did not wan t it to.

She moved to free him competely of his shirt, allow then allowing fingers trace rivers against his chest.