For all the Doctor's distractions -- rather, for all the countless things that caught his attention in a single day? In an hour? Reinette was not sure if she had ever felt more completely explored, and known, then when under the mistrations of his hands, and eyes, and mouth.

He grazed sensative skin just below her shoulder and Reinette gasped softly, her hands tangling in his hair. He had started to grow it, just as he said he would. And now that only left more mahogany silk for her fingers to get lost in.

Of course arms placed so made it rather difficult to remove the bodice of her down, so she hesitated only long enough to encourage it to travel forward, and away.