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[See that is a very good response. Between the physical and the emotional, he's really only solely feeling entirely encouraged, and the enthusiasm is appreciated. In all honesty, he's not doing a whole lot of thinking right now either - or maybe just all of it at once and it's indistinguishable from itself. That could be it too.] What was that? [It's muttered without his really stopping what he's doing to the place under her ear, and it's quite plausible that it's her encouragement that's got him being just slightly more comfortable than normal.]

[Comfortable and encouraged is an excellent thing for him to feel. She twines one of her legs around his, the heel of her foot high up on his inner thigh. She arches up against his mouth, head back, a sort of whimper coming from the back of her throat. It's a good noise. Her hand squeezes him a bit as she grinds against him.] No-nothing. It's--feels good. [Really, all those feelings of good are going to have to suffice because words are not coming out terribly well.]

[He was really just trying to get her to say it again anyway, and really after the squeeze-grind combo he doesn't hear anything very well for a few seconds anyway, curling his fingers a bit and going slightly more rigid around the shoulders. He moves back to her mouth properly, kissing at first and then looking to deepen it if given permission.]

[Oh, it's fairly guaranteed she'll say it again. Perhaps not that string of words but something to that effect. She slides her free hand up his back to tangle in his hair, absolutely giving permission to deepen that kiss. In fact, there's a touch of demand there with the way she tugs at his hair.]

[He takes it, tasting her even as he adds another finger to what he's doing below. At this point he is already starting to feel himself getting close, and the tug on his hair and all associated meaning therein push him just that much closer, so he redoubles his efforts: hand, mouth, now the other hand - limited reach owing to this elbow propping up most of his weight - skirting along her ribs and seeking out areas that are particularly sensitive.]

[Any noises she makes are sort of swallowed into that kiss but yes, definitely getting close, muscles going tight, fingers sliding over him. She's concentrating on him, the way he tastes and feels, pushing him closer to that edge, all the while trying to hold off her own orgasm until he's ready. His fingers trail over her skin and it's all so much. Her heart is racing, breath coming in pants, toes tingling, and it feels like her whole body is on the verge of spinning out of control from the inside out. She breaks the kiss to take a deep breath and then exhale against his skin in a rush of words.]

ohgodfuckdoctorloveyouplease

[Mostly just thoughts, turned to words because right now she can't hold on to them. Her feelings are rushing over in the same sort of jumble of love, desperate desire and need.]

[If he seems to slow down for a couple of seconds it's because he's attempting to send some of those feelings back to her and that takes slightly more concentration than what he's been diverting for anything else at the moment. And then because he's decided it's high time to remove some more clothing, which again, takes a little more than the auto-pilot that's been for the most part controlling things so far. He changed his mind fairly quickly between the two, but at this point he's still entirely incapable of not passively returning them in lesser amounts along the connection - all the things he doesn't say aloud, all the ones that are obvious in the moment, and even the handful that he has managed to articulate.]

[Those feelings he's sending through to her are nearly enough to topple her right over that edge. She goes very still, biting his shoulder hard while she tries to breathe. It's several seconds before she feels like she can move without falling completely down and when she does, she agrees with his assessment of more clothing needs to be removed. She makes quick, almost desperate work of helping him out of his trousers. She looks up at him, all bedroom eyes and breathy pleas]

Doctor, please.

[He really doesn't need very much more encouragement than that, and given that she was so helpful as to help him with his own clothing, it's not particularly difficult or time consuming to line the pair of them up appropriately and finally join together. A little more gradually than normal - he's already figured this part isn't going to last very long given the state they'd worked themselves into already - and it's a few seconds of breathing before he rocks against her.]

[She gasps then goes still when they come together, her forehead resting against his shoulder. She loves this moment, when they're both hovering so close to that edge and everything feels complete, right. When he rocks against her, she wraps her legs around him to keep him close, digging her nails into his back a bit and rocks up into him as well. She doesn't expect this to last long and it doesn't matter because endurance isn't going to make this more perfect; it couldn't be more perfect, no matter how long it lasted.]

[It's definitely held up to extended expectation, that's for sure. Everything's invariably on auto-pilot now, defined thoughts surrendered to sensate reactions and all of the shared emotions besides making things a little hazy. It's not particularly often that he finds himself in such a particularly un-mental state, and honestly to him it's all the more okay because it's her, and why would it be anyone else? Disregarding the mutual acceptance in length of time, he's attempting to find a balance between eking out as much as possible without slowing things down.]

[That's only one reason she loves and craves this so much. She gets him in a rare moment when he's not thinking; he's just existing. She likes knowing she is responsible for turning all of his mental processes off so that he runs on instinct and emotion. She presses her lips against his neck, helping him to find that balance and the rhythm, enjoying this moment as much as possible for as long as it lasts.]

[He feels that, hot on top of his own body having warmed a bit with the activities. It's the thoughtlessness that really makes his side of the emotions more easily flowing, no or few specific shields in place to stop things going out or in. Honestly wouldn't really happen unless it was her. It's really not very much longer at all and he keeps working on it so they can at least get there together.]

[She muffles her cries against the curve of his neck, legs squeezing a bit tighter, nails digging a bit deeper as he drives her closer toward that edges. When she reaches it, she's a bit louder ohgodDoctoryes, one hand sliding up his back into his hair to hold him close to her as her body goes boneless, head falling back against the floor, and a smile curving her lips. So many emotions just bubbling over and simmering, mostly love and happiness. She's got her own sort of little buzz kind of going on from his emotions and the knowledge that he feels that way about her.]

[Oh, the relief, as he can tell she's finally getting there and he can give in to his own. All the tighter, deeper, louder, registers as he topples with her, things getting much, much hazier for a little while before gradually fading back into relative normalcy. She doesn't really need to worry about holding him in place, because he's not going anywhere for a little while yet, being what he would probably describe as somewhat dizzy from the amalgam of things that just happened. Hope you don't mind a skinny, bony, rapidly cooling blanket for a little while, Rose.]

[She is entirely, absolutely okay with a skinny, bony, rapidly cooling blanket. In fact, she'd be quite upset if he moved right now. She just going to very absently run her fingers through his hair and try to slow her breathing and heart beat down so it's not about to pound out of her chest.]

[He likes listening to it though, the heartbeat. Right now it's just slightly off from what his pulse would normally sound like, he thinks. It's a bit faster than a human pulse, even though the hearts split the difference. He doesn't really move at all as he says the following.]

You can wear my coat whenever you feel like it. I might just buy another and you can have it. Except... You can't. But we can share more often.

[She likes having him lie like this, with his head on her chest, listening to her heart. It took her a bit to get used to the idea that his hearts, hammering away at this pace, was normal. She keeps her arms wrapped around him, one on his back up near his shoulders, the other bent so that she can play with his hair. She can feel his breath against her skin and it's nice, just being like this. His words make her chuff a bit of a laugh.]

Definitely ought to share your coat more often. Might occasionally even wear it with actually clothes underneath it.

[She pauses a moment.] Not all the time though.

[Good, because he's very comfortable right now. Very comfortable, and relaxed, and a little sleepy. Rosebeds are the best beds?

His initial response to her words is just a sort of groan into her chest. And then he turns his head and lays his head properly, glancing up at her with a grin.] Not all the time but often enough. Or we could try and get in it at the same time.

[Rosebeds are absolutely the best beds, just like Doctor blankets are the best blankets. She grins back at him, laughing a little. It's more of a forceful sort of exhalation accompanied by a smile because of the aforementioned Doctor blanket and the wonderful, relaxed, sleepy state she's in.]

Definitely ought to try and get in it at the same time. Probably not in public. Ought to make sure neither of us are wearin' clothes too. Bit bulky if we're sharin' a coat.

Definitely not in public. Not the way this time's gone. Dead handy though.

[ He's quite relaxed still, although a little sensitive and buzzed, feelings-wise. And a bit exhausted, which doesn't happen often still. ]

[She really ought to get him up off the floor and into a proper bed. That would require moving and she's not keen on that at the moment. She smirks a little at his comment.]

'Cause I make it so hard for you to get me naked, Doctor.

[ He snorts his amusement and chuckles a little bit at that. ]

Yes. So incredibly difficult. All that effort. And then you made me wait until midnight - so difficult.

[She sort of chuckles back at him.]

'm horrible. Don't know how you put up with me.

[She goes quiet a second, turning her head so that her lips brush the top of his head.]

Thanks for that. Would've been okay if you hadn't made me wait, buts'nice that you did. Wantin' it to be all me and that sorta thing.

[ He's quiet for a moment, appreciating all this still. ]

Too much experience with mind altering things. Prefer to have... That sort of special -- I prefer it unequivocally to be both parties fully under their own cognizance. It's more enjoyable that way, besides. With the feelings.

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