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The Doctor gently slides his fingers through her hair as she reads it again. He's not quite sure how good of an idea it was to give her the note, but he figured she might want to know what was in his heart.

"There's...something else you should have," he says, and reaches his hand into his pocket to fish out the delicate gold pendant he'd bought her, but had been left behind when she disappeared. It was never out of his possession, but now that she's here, he is quite pleased to return it.

He dangles it in front of her, an invitation for her to take it. "I thought you might want this back."

His fingers combing through her hair is very comforting. The emotions are strong, but largely good. He's so closed with his emotions (though you wouldn't always think it) back home, and knowing what he wanted most to tell her after she'd left... it's reassuring. That he would write this even when he had no real concrete hope of ever getting to show her, that was the most proof a girl could ask for that he meant what he said.

And then he dangles the little twist of gold in front of her, and her face lights up. "My necklace!" she laughs, and sits up, setting the note aside. "Oh, I thought this had been lost when I disappeared!"

If any Doctor was likely to open up as he had, it is this one. Besides, it was much easier to write all that because, despite the angry tone when he said he loved her the first time, he had said it. Subsequent times would only be easier, wouldn't they? He...doesn't exactly have a good excuse for why he never said it again while they were traveling, but he is damned sure he'll make up for that terrible mistake now, and often. It's just too bad that when they go home, they'll never remember it happening.

"Apparently, as the saying goes, 'you can't take it with you'," he says with a grin, deciding that the better option is to scoot back a bit so he's sitting behind her to settle the necklace around her neck. It was a bit of a fiddle to get even his deft fingers to work the clasp and get it secured for her, but he manages.

The Doctor looks around their room for a moment, silently marveling at all that has happened so recently. Charley is here again. Here, and sharing his bed. He isn't quite sure how to process that. Is the universe finally being kind?

"Charley," he says in a voice so quiet it's almost a whisper, his fingertips brushing along her neck as he lets the clasp go, "I know this has all been sudden for you. I...hope I didn't rush you. Are you happy here?"

As he scoots behind her she pulls her hair over her shoulder to make it easier - her hair was above her shoulders when she started travelling with him, but she hasn't cut it and, well, it's getting a bit longer. She can't say she minds, though. It does mean that he's treated to a very nice view of her neck, though.

"I'm glad you found it, then. I've missed it."

He finishes, and then... oh, that sweet, silly man. As though she would have gone along with it if she didn't want it as well. She shivers a little at the light brush of his fingertips, then twists to face him, her hands on his chest.

"Doctor," she says, trying to sound firm and mostly just sounding amused, "if I wasn't happy, I would make it abundantly clear. I love you."

The view is rather nice, and he almost finds himself bending down to press a kiss to the side of her neck, until she turns to face him and instead he's graced with a view of her beautiful eyes. Well then, this is even better. Her response makes him flush just a bit.

"Yes, of course," he replies with a sheepish look, "I should have known better that there's no way you'd be here if you didn't really want to be. It's just...I realized I hadn't actually thought about your feelings on the matter."

His arms go around her and he cuddles her close to him, dipping his head to drop a kiss onto the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you're back, Charley."

She laughs softly, more a huff of air than any sound, as he presses his lips to her neck. Her brain short-circuits just a tiny bit, because it's a... well, a lovely feeling, to be honest.

She gets herself back together within a few seconds, though, and just hums a little. "Well, true, but when I'm giving you no signs that I'd like things to go differently, you can hardly be blamed."

"Well, you're here now, and we're happy. Might as well enjoy it," he says with a small grin against her skin. Nope, he's on a roll now. No letting her back together just yet. His hands brush down her back as his lips slide up her neck to just under her ear.

It occurs to him after a moment that she's never done anything like this before and he pulls back a little to look into her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm being too forward..."

Oh, that's just unfair... She groans a little when he pulls back and apologizes. True, she has not gone much further than where they are now, but she's not entirely pure and virginal. Just virginal in, you know, a more technical sense.

"Doctor," she says firmly, and leans forward to kiss him quite soundly for maybe a bit longer than necessary before pulling back again, breathlessly. "If I am in any way not comfortable with the direction things take, I will tell you."

Her kiss lights a fire in him and his fingertips dig a little harder into her back, returning her kiss, dragging his teeth against her bottom lip as she pulls back. His eyes are dark with suppressed need, and he grins sheepishly at her.

"Well, if you insist," he says, capturing her mouth again with a soft growl. If Charley Pollard wants him to keep going, then he'll give her all he's got.

After a moment of intense kissing, he scoops her up in his arms and lays her down on the bed, his hands skimming along her sides. His single human heart pounds in his ears. This is happening. It's really happening.

I do, thank you, she would say, if her mouth were not otherwise occupied. The fingertips pressed into her hips, that darkness in his eyes - not the frightening kind but the kind that made her shiver in anticipation... well, she doesn't need to have a witty comeback with these things happening.

She laughs breathlessly when he lays her down, his hands almost but not quite tickling her sides.

"Any second thoughts yet, Doctor?" she asks, in the brief pause, smiling to assure him that she's teasing.

"Never," he murmurs with intensity, getting the joke, but a little too intent on other things to let her know. The Doctor sits up on his knees on the bed, stripping off his shirt, the first bit of clothing to go flying this night.

He settles back down on the bed, his body pressed against hers with a quiet, sharp intake of breath. Slightly shaky hands roam her clothed curves, pausing to skim over one breast. The Doctor's eyes study her face, gauging her reactions to his touch, wanting to continue only what pleases her the most. His fingertips slide teasingly between her clothed thighs, not quite making contact with anything at their juncture. Not yet. Charley's first time is going to last, and he isn't sure that he'd be able to help himself once his fingers reach her warmth. Even this is making his breathing catch his throat a bit. He'd never admit it, but he's dreamed of this.

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Well, she can't really argue with a denial like that, can she? Not that she wants to, but oh she appreciates it.

And the view. Okay, mostly the view. It is a damn nice view.

The Doctor's hands on her are a slightly different sensation than the bits of groping she'd gotten up to when she was a bit younger - for one, of course, it was much messier and awkward. No matter how much they professed to know about how to please a girl, they seemed to think pinching and treating breasts rather like oversized radio dials was the way to go.

There was, obviously, a reason none of them had gotten much further with her.

But the main difference is in how much she wants this, with him. She's fancied boys before, but she really hadn't had the chance to fall in love before the R101. And that makes all the difference. She sucks in soft, sharp breaths as his fingers trail lightly over her breast, and between her legs.

If he tries to change his mind again tonight, she will throttle him.

She bites her lip, half to keep from making any noise, and runs her own hands along his skin - arms, shoulders, waist, chest. She's seen him shirtless a time or two, of course, but she's never been in a position to touch, and it's a very very nice sensation.

A wide, wolfish grin spreads across his lips as Charley's hands start to explore. He's experienced, but not that experienced, and her reactions are the encouragement he needs to dare a little further. Moving a little out of the way for a brief moment, he slides his hand under the top of her pajamas and begins to push it up her body, dipping his head to lightly tease one nipple with his tongue as he exposes it.

Hopefully with her help, he pulls the top the rest of the way off, then returns to her chest, kissing his way along her collarbone, down between her breasts, and over to lavish attention on one nipple, then the other. His hands returned to their work, one brushing down her hip and along her thigh, then resting again between. Fingers curl tantalizingly close, but not quite close enough. Not yet.

"Charley," he said, his voice low and rough, just barely tinged with fond amusement, "It's a big house. You don't have to keep quiet. I don't believe they'll hear...unless they're already listening at the door, and I highly doubt that."

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It's hard to be coherent, with her shirt shoved up around her neck (she's half-heartedly trying to get it off, but it's requiring an amount of concentration the Doctor appears to have stolen from her) and the Doctor's mouth teasing her breast. Normally, she would have a witty retort.

Instead she just smacks him lightly on the arm and asks, "Does it matter?"

He is evil. With his lips and his hands and his everything. It's all she can do not to just flop back and revel in the feeling of him touching her, knowing that he probably would like to feel her touching him as well.

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"It matters if you're going to be trying to keep yourself quiet the whole time," he smirks, responding to her slap with a light nip on the curve of her breast as payback.

He fusses a bit with the shirt, trying to do it one-handed while the other hand is otherwise occupied, and then gives up the struggle with a growl of frustration. The otherwise occupied hand leaves her thighs and joins its mate, snatching the shirt away as carefully as his frustration will allow.

Finally, he decides the whole fight with fabric needs to end. His head drops to give her a brief but passionate kiss, and then he is up on his knees again, fingers hooked into her pajama bottoms and tugging them smoothly down her legs. Blue eyes fixate on each inch of her flesh that he exposes. Beautiful. She is so beautiful.

His expression softens a bit from the frustration of the uncooperative garment and he settles down on his back, lifting up his hips to allow his hands to slide his own pajama bottoms down. He lets out a breath in relief as he is freed from what was rapidly becoming a rather confining piece of fabric and then rolls back onto his side, pressing against her hip with a quiet groan.

Not yet. She has to come first.

There is no more teasing this time. His fingertips brush along her stomach and down, down, until they come in contact with that lovely bundle of flesh and nerves and slide over and around it. He gazes down at her as his fingers work slowly, watching her reactions.

"Perhaps I'm--oh!" She has to take a second, after that nip. The nip itself wasn't much, but she's just really not used to the sensation, especially from, y'know. Someone she's attracted to. "--I'm just trying to make sure I can. For future reference."

She helps him get her pyjamas all the way off and just watches him, as he takes her in. This is the part, out of all of this, that she should be feeling shy, but the love that is so clear in his eyes captures all of her attention.

And then he's naked and while she doesn't get much of a look (yet), he is... well, magnificent might give him an overblown ego, but he's certainly somewhere near it.

She's going to say something, but then his fingertips are on her stomach, then lower, and all she can do is dig her fingernails into his shoulders. Lightly, of course, but enough to leave a mark for a few minutes at least. She's touched herself before, of course, but it's much like trying to tickle yourself - the sensation is always different than when it's someone else.

"O-oh... my."

Yes, she really did just say that.

He smiles at her reaction, quite pleased with himself. It also emboldens him to slowly and very gently dip his finger down lower and into her warmth. Not too deep, just enough to moisten the digit and come back up again, returning to the swirling motion, speeding up just a tad. He wants her absolutely ready.

And as much as he wants to keep watching, he can't help but dip his head back down to capture her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and scraping his teeth lightly across it. All of this is putting a strain on his control and he groans, rolling his hips and pressing himself against her once more.

"Oh, Charley," he whispers against her breast, not really giving a damn how cheesy he sounds, "I've wanted this...you...for so long."

Oh, Doctor, you tease. She manages not to do more than suck in a sharp breath here and there until he gets to nibbling her nipple, at which point she lets out a sharp little whine and squirms underneath him.

"So have I," she says, voice stuttering a little, and arches her back a little to press into his hand a bit more,

Were he still a Time Lord, he could tease for much longer. He'd love to tease her all evening until she's clawing at him with unsteady hands, demanding release. As it is, these human hormones he's been given are beginning to race wildly out of control. This is his Charley, warm and naked and arching under him. It is one of those times when he'd call this city the most beautiful place in any universe. Where else could this be happening? It is enough to drive his control right out of him.

He rolls himself over so he's fully on top of her, his hand sadly slipping away from her so he can wrap his arms around her. Still, it isn't like he's left her completely bereft. There's the hard insistence of his erection slipping against her folds, pressing tantalizingly close, but not yet inside. Not yet. One more thing needs to be done.

Holding himself up by his elbows, he kisses her gently, his lips just barely brushing hers before he lifts his head again to look down into her eyes, panting softly to maintain some semblance of control. He looks a little a little nervous when he says, "Charley, I...I have to admit, I haven't done this when it was the woman's first time before. I'm a little afraid I'll hurt you. I promise to try not to, but...ah...I thought you should know."

Yes, that was very eloquent, Doctor. The heat of the moment certainly is doing a number on his normal way with words.

She lets out a frustrated little noise - not quite a whine, more like an indignant huff - when he moves his hand, and tries to deepen the soft kiss he gives her - failing, sadly, as he pulls back to actually talk, the ridiculous man.

"Doctor," she says, pressing her hands to his chest (over his heart and where his second heart should be) and looking at him with a particular mix of fondness, exasperation, and (let's face it) lust. "I am well aware of the fact that it may hurt, and I am prepared for that, and if you don't stop stopping, I'll have to flip you over and manage it myself, so please get on with it." She isn't panting or having trouble speaking, exactly, but she seems to have forgotten how to full stop. Ah well, she's allowed to sound a bit rambly in this situation.

His breath comes out in a combination of a huff and a chuckle, and he has to admit to himself that her response just turns him on further. That's his Charley, ready to take charge and get what she wants. The brave adventurer he fell in love with a long time ago. Right then. No stopping.

"Very well, then," he breathes, bending his head to whisper huskily in her ear, "As the lady commands."

He reaches down and settles his hands around her hips...and plunges forward, sinking the whole way in with a sharp gasp of pleasure. He holds himself still for the most part, except for the slow grind of his hips, letting Charley get settled back in after the initial shock if she needs it.

"You...you alright, love?" he asks between panted breaths, the sensations running through him driving him just a bit mad. He's not stopping. He doesn't even want to at this point, but he is keeping it slow until Charley's ready. Once she gives her assent, however, he's going to let go of that control.

It's a bit fast and all at once, and there's a bit of pinching that makes her think she would've prefered a bit more gradual introduction, but... it doesn't actually hurt like she'd always been led to believe. But despite the pinching and feeling of being rather, well, stretched, she's mostly caught up in how amazing it feels, having him inside of her.

She can't quite focus her eyes, she's so caught up in it.

"Yes," she murmurs, clutching at him and trying to pull him further in. "God, yes."

His control shreds when she tries to pull him deeper, following the commands of her insistent hands. He pushes in deeper, all the way inside, and buries his face in the curve of her neck. There's a brief pause before he picks up a slow rhythm, one hand sliding around her waist to hold her body against his, the other reaching up to bury itself in her hair.

The sensation of finally being inside her is exquisite. He rolls his hips and changes angle, his soft groans muffled by his lips on her neck. When he finally comes up for air, it's her name he gasps before bending his head down again to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

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mood whiplash, anyone?

Haha, no kidding!