Her hair surrounded them both, and Reinette was forced to laugh.

"You are getting far, far to skilled at that," she informed the Doctor in tones that could mistaken for nothing else but a compliment. Her hair remained a vanity. Unpowdered and uncut in favor of wigs, it still remained much like the masks she wore. Very few truly saw it.

Suddenly, Reinette very -- light. Unrestricted and unconfined. As if a great many things were possible. She moved to kiss the Doctor again, her body slowly sliding upwards against his own and she savored the sweet friction that created.