A narrow bead of sweat traveled down her back and even though Reinette was aware of it, she did nothing to interfere. It teased at her skin even as he teased at her. And then his hands traced over her, sweat like oil under the Doctor's hands and she shivered.

His fingers were close. Then closer. Then something slightly further away. All the while smelling of ink, and earth, and whatever else might have caught his attention that day. It seemed to her vaguely something like cinnamon, all bleeding together with what made him -- him.

I might confess to being devastated if you were not enjoying yourself.

Laughing, Reinette sucked lightly on his tongue from within their kiss, bringing that more more of him inside.