For herself, Reinette had grown markedly quiet. Her wit might return later, or it might not. Words could come, or they could abandon her. But there was too much she wished to memorize in this moment.
She was accustomed to life all but storming by at a frantic pace that she along dictated. But this, between them? Was slow. It ached, and throbbed. Not just in blood, and muscle, but in softer, less defined places. Dark, and intimate. She did not want to forget what this felt like.
Her head turned sligtly, encouraging his touch. The she lifted his other hand, moisture from her mouth still lingering there. She brought it to her other temple.
And then she kissed the Doctor, her assent deeply tangled there.
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Date: 2007-05-31 05:49 am (UTC)She was accustomed to life all but storming by at a frantic pace that she along dictated. But this, between them? Was slow. It ached, and throbbed. Not just in blood, and muscle, but in softer, less defined places. Dark, and intimate. She did not want to forget what this felt like.
Her head turned sligtly, encouraging his touch. The she lifted his other hand, moisture from her mouth still lingering there. She brought it to her other temple.
And then she kissed the Doctor, her assent deeply tangled there.