Her hips continued their own gentle rise and fall, simply refusing to leave all the effort as it own. Of course, as her pulse threaded and a new heat flared to the surface of her skin, it became less thought, and more instinct.

Her thoughts were reserved for the Doctor, dancing around and over his own in their own caress.

Oh," Reinette laughed, the sound throaty and thick with passion. She could taste where his teeth had marked her lip. I do not know. I rather think you do all right.

His mouth found its way to where throat slipped down into shoulder, and Reinette gasped.

Her hips curled deeply again, as she turned them both so that her palms were flat in the valley of his shoulders, a feline in full pounce.

She recalled a certain conversation, shared playfully on their way to Louis' ball.

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