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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."

Edited 2013-11-05 01:20 (UTC)

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.

Edited 2013-11-05 08:10 (UTC)

"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!