They were a study in opposites, the Doctor decided, as his fingers undid the tie on the skirt and he worked to slide it from her hips. She was human, he was alien. He was boyish and thin, she was mature and svelte. She was exceptionally skilled in the art of seduction, he was, even in his 900 years, still a novice. He was adept at speaking his mind and destroying rules, she was one for hiding thoughts and actions until the perfect moment.

And yet, there they were. Holding each other, nothing but emotion and connection binding them. How strange it was that they'd made it to this moment.

His breath caught at her fingers on his abdomen, at the sensation her light touches could cause.