Home Again?

[continuum_of_drs]

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.

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[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

He drops his head into the corner of her neck, lips teasing her ear, hopefuly distracting her from his veins.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

Mmmr. Successful. Her head tips back, revealing her own scarred throat to him even as she presses closer, tugging at his shirt.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

He's warm under the clothing. Very warm, now. But the chair isn't exactly the best place to be doing this and somehow they end up on the floor, his fingers twined in her hair and his lips capturing hers again.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

The floor's not really the best place either, but they're a little distracted. She slides her hand against his stomach, cool little fingers spreading there.

She's Not Listening to Russell.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

She could hear a quiet sigh in her ear, and feel clever fingers making their way under her clothing. Slender, light hands, warm against her sides.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

You're just using him. You know it.

Clair only acknowledge her with a tiny sigh, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

By the time she got to the shirt, she'd already made her way through layers of clothing and a watch chain. Under the shirt, he was warm and smooth and lovely, and his hair tickled her chin as his lips made their way along her collarbone. He'd shut everything out--he couldn't hear anyone's mind at this point.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

Which was good. Russell was disgusted, and getting increasingly angry the farther this goes. Trying to drown her out, Clair murmured things against his chest, things she'd like to do to him and things she'd like him to do to her, while her fingertips traced the lines of ribs and muscles.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

The murmur in his ear caused a delicious tingle, and it was short work to shed the rest of their clothing, entwined and naked, tender fingers and curious lips exploring lines and curves.

On the dark floor, they both stood out palely, soft murmurs and breath the only sound.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

Clair's breath came faster as she twisted to dot hungry kisses down his chest, the faint prick of her fangs a contrast with the softness of her lips and skin.

"Hold me down and I'll wrap around you, so perfect," she promised in breathy little murmurs, half-coherent.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

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.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

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.

[doctorbluebox.livejournal.com]

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.

[brainswithteeth.livejournal.com]

Reality and all it should be, two people in this exquisit game, finding something they each need.