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continuum_of_drs ([personal profile] continuum_of_drs) wrote2006-12-28 07:32 pm

Home Again?

Eight and Ten had returned to their own TARDISes, finally, after having received treatment in the Nexus Clinic. Ten was back to being his usual hyperactive self, but Eight was still a little ill.

Still, they were up and about.

[identity profile] doctorbluebox.livejournal.com 2007-01-02 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
It almost didn't make sense, not that he was paying terribly much attention to words, at the moment, eyes closed, mind submerged in sensation. But she could feel the weight of his body atop her, his breath in her ear, pulses thundering in the hands that held down her arms near her head.

[identity profile] brainswithteeth.livejournal.com 2007-01-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
She pressed up against him, warm and slight, and hooked her ankle behind his. Closer, she wanted to be closer. Wanted his warmth and his affection and the blood singing in his veins.

[identity profile] doctorbluebox.livejournal.com 2007-01-02 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
And closer they became, one in sensation and in intent. Inside her, consciousness swirled out into rhythm and sense, nothing but the two of them filling, for that extended moment, all of reality.

[identity profile] brainswithteeth.livejournal.com 2007-01-02 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Reality and all it should be, two people in this exquisit game, finding something they each need.