AU RP for ambitious_woman

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Illness

A Time Lord shouldn't be separated from his TARDIS. He knew this, it was a fairly simple, fairly straightforward rule that every Time Tot was taught back in the nursery. Time Lord and TARDIS were connected, part of a whole, part of a sum and all that. There were horror stories that Ushas used to tell over nightcom about Time Lords who had been without their ship for long periods of time and went insane, or worse. The "worse" was, of course, described in accurate, gruesome details, much to the 'ooooh'ing and 'aaaahhh'ing of those listening in.

The Doctor just never believed he'd be on the end of that sort of experience.

His ship was a lifetime away. More than that, lifetimes away, and he could feel it. He could feel the lack of a ship in his mind and it ached. More than ached, it was as if a large part of him was missing and he'd only just lost the anesthetics keeping the sensation of missing away.

He had meant to do a good deal today, most of which involved bothering the cook into frying chips and rewriting Reinette's library. These were his main plans, and they were good ones.

As it was, he was curled up on the floor of his bedroom, the shakes and stomachache from the night before having finally decided that his lack of response on the matter was unacceptable. He cried out sharply, a noise that only vaguely sounded human, and may have been a name.

"Reinette!"

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He was, quite literally, everywhere. Something had all but lifted her from the bed to fully settle over every inch of her skin. Fill is the dark spaces behind her eyes, curl over her tongue. The scent of their mingled sex filled the room but it was more than that. It was his impression of it too. The way he thought, and felt, washing over her. Reinette did not think she had even felt for beautiful. Not after an entire day lost to her dressing room. Silently, she admitted as much even as her body shuddered.

And oh yes, it seemed her toes curled as well.

I used to brush my hair each night by the fireplace, and pretend it was your fingers in my hair.

She arched her hips to meet increased thrust to increased thrust, elongating each journey. Hip to hip, then apart, and then together again.

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It had just about gotten impossible to breathe. She was everywhere, and France was gone, and the Time Vortex, and the thousands of years separating him from everything he knew were just gone and it was them and their connection and everything. Just them.

She had a lifetime of waiting for him. He had months of watching the door between them, knowing she slept and wishing he knew how to feel his emotions for her. So many things he couldn't share because, as always, he was the Doctor. Too much history with that name, too many memories to sleep a full night, even if he knew it would be in her arms.

The Doctor remembered being afraid of admitting there was something between them. He remembered being afraid of what was between them. He remembered being afraid of losing what was between them, of reducing what he'd come to admit he felt for her to bodies and a bed. It was more than that. Making love to her was more than that.

His hand raised, catching her hair. His fingers tangled in the undone curls, but the sensation of them, the silky, fluid-like sensation of her hair seemed to tingle across the nerves of his fingers.

Had I the way, I'd take away those years of waiting.

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Her answer to that, Reinette supposed, was not original. It was nothing that several people had not already told him -- shared through their own naked emotion through the years. She had seen that. Sensed that. Understood that. But it did not make it any less true.

You are worth it.

Not were worth it. Are. Even after the events of the afternoon. Even separated from more than half of what he was, and would be again, the sentiment still held true.

She was breathing his air now, they were that close. It was hot, but it was theirs. And much like the words that had been uttered before, Reinette still imagined that in many ways, they could still belong to her.

After all, there might have only been one Doctor? But there was only one her as well. So the two of them were utterly unique. His kiss, to her mouth. His touch, on her skin. The bed that cradled them instead of the music room of before. It was theirs. And the words? Hers then.

Reinette's hips faltered slightly as a fresh wave of pleasure caught her but did not quite take her away.

You are worth the waiting.

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Worth the waiting. Worth the monsters. She seemed to believe he was worth a great deal. Silly of her, he thought. To believe an Academy dropout and an exile with no home, no money, not even all of a brain was worth everything.

She must not have been fanciful in the music room before. She must love him. To do everything she did, after everything he had done, it could only have been love.

And, he supposed, considering he had no reason not to say it...

A wave of pleasure coursed up his body, and he realized some of it was hers, too. He doubted that he'd ever had a sexual encounter as intimate as this. As completely connected.

One hand moved from holding her to her front, where he could gently rub and stimulate her most sensitive area.

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Her breath hitched, and Reinette's teeth caught slightly on his tongue where their mouths still danced together intently, his touch was that unexpected. He was in so many places at once, and the sensations were beginning to bleed, one into the other.

She was not a woman that many managed to surprise. Some part of her had been aching for this for years, not just the months they had shared the same roof. How could he possibly have surprised her. Reinette's nails caught his back, encouraging as there was a mona that might of, could have almost, if one listened close enough been his name.

Or possibly another, more intimate, endearment all together.

His fingers continued to do dangerous things, and Reinette felt herself coil tightly.

Are you....so eager to see me done, then?

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There was shock that shot down his spine as he recognized his name on her lips. How long had it been since he'd heard it? Wherever in his mind did she find it?

She was one who lived on the edge, he supposed. He shouldn't have been surprised to hear something so dangerous come from her before. It was more intimacy, more connection than he'd experienced, ever. Terrifying, and beautiful.

Would you rather I stopped then?

The tone in his mind was teasing, but he had no intention of stopping. Her pleasure, her feeling, everything bled to him, and he could only hope it bled back to her. And knowing she felt as she did, feeling her pleasure was the most arousing and exciting sensation, something he did not want to stop.

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No, she would rather he not stop.

Of course in the next instant her mind turned and please. Please yes. Stop, hesitate. Anything for a few more seconds to remember this. How a moment could feel. How a single second could taste. The cinnamon was back, somewhere.

Stop. Do not. Hesitate hip meeting hip only to move forward again, Deeper, longer. There was no much of him in her but that did not keep Reinette from wanting more.

It was, perhaps, as confused as she had even been. Which was odd because if she was confused about this encounters timely resolution? She was entirely sure of him. That bled between them as well.

All until her body betrayed the argument all together as Reinette cried out, the sound lost in their kiss as she tightened about him.

He had taken aware her words after all.

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He had, honestly, intended to hold off.

She tightened around him, and he could feel her climax shooting through every nerve, every vein. He couldn't tell where hers ended and his began. All he could feel were the shockwaves of pleasure, of intensity, of---

His whimpered into her mouth as he spilled within her, and his arms again clung to her tightly. His entire body was one ball of electric nerves that sang out in a loud and shocking chorus.

In her language, the term was "die a little death", and he truly understood it at that moment.

I'll never forget, he could hear his mind, sounding far calmer than his body was, Every kiss, every glance, all of this. And should you ever fear forgetting, I will share it with you.

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Reinette had to remind her body of the benefits of breathing, for it seemed steadily content to ignore such things. Mind and self argued for a moment before she finally pulled a first, shuddered breath. It occurred to her then that her throat was tender, raw from when she had cried out.

I am not afraid of this. Or you. More thoughts processed themselves boldly. But as they still remained connected, him with her, bold it seemed she could be. Or us.

She lifted one hand to free his shoulder of the tangle of her hair, and pressed a kiss to the skin she exposed.

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The Doctor could feel his body sliding them backwards into a reclining position on her very soft bed. Still connected, physically and mentally, he held onto her as he lay back, not wanting to break them apart.

Us. The idea seemed foreign. To not be alone, to have a partner, a person he could be an "us" with. It was almost frightening, if not for the fact that it was Reinette who was offering it.

I would like to explore us. To take the slow path with you. It was quite the romantic way of asking, but he couldn't think of a more appropriate one. The path was slow, and more often than not, she was the reason it was tolerable. The reason why, at times, he did not want to be anywhere else.

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More than a few of his hairs, tousled about by her fingers and her desire, now lay on the coverlet, dark designs on copper colored silk. It was longer now, than when he first arrived, and even these strands glistened with sweat.

With idle, curling fingers she lifted of of them to examine it, holding it between them. If she were not fanciful enough to make a wish on it, than Reinette could at least marvel at the events that allowed it to be there at all.

She loved him, of course. That had not changed in the successive years. And he knew that. She did not need to say the words allowed. She loved him, and they were going to walk together for a while. It was selfish, to be pleased by such, but Reinette knew that some emotions simply could not be controlled.

I have to wonder how much there is left of me to explore. She teased, not so much to hide from herself, but because she was happy. But I am sure we can manage maintain interest.

Until the next book arrived to edit. OR machine needed to be taken apart. Or kitchen stove needed to be repurposed.

But that, of course, only made her love him more.