As clothing slipped away Reinette was faced with the oddest sense of competing with herself. To be specific, herself at age twenty three, not so far removed from the Doctor's past. She was no longer so young, and that must be clearly evident.

She was on the verge of kissing him to distract him from just that point, when his mouth remet the sensative flesh of her shoulder. The deliberation in which he traced his tongue against it sent a shiver down the length of her body. Once of marked anticipation.

Now unhindered by clothing, her own tongue traced slow circles as they returned to just above his hearts. She kissed above each slowly, pausing to blow a teasing breath against the mouisture that clung there.