( The noise the Doctor makes starts off surprised but tails off into a moan while they kiss. Her own fingers move, one to curl in River's wild hair, the other to squeeze her arse through her trousers.
Being subtle never seems important when they get so little time together, and she likes being tactile, proving it by teasing River's bottom lip between her teeth, sucking the mark she leaves behind away. Her lips trail kisses across her wife's jaw, down to her throat where she presses another soft, agreeable sound against her skin. )
Oh, I've missed you.
( Her hips cant, getting with the programme, giving permission for River to go further. )
( there's a pleased noise at the trail of kisses, a hum as her wife ends at her throat. it always thrills her a little to spot the slight differences in the doctor's actions with each regeneration, this one quicker to touch than the magician had been.
she loves each and every face (and body) and the little quirks that come with them. her doctor. she'd have them no other way.
fingers make a gentle trail across her neck as they slide down from her cheeks, continuing down her chest until they reach the bottom of her shirt. one hand sits at her hip, keeping her close whilst the other dips underneath her shirt, an almost dance across her skin before moving up to her breast, light squeeze of her left as river cups it, running her thumb over the fabric of her bra )
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Being subtle never seems important when they get so little time together, and she likes being tactile, proving it by teasing River's bottom lip between her teeth, sucking the mark she leaves behind away. Her lips trail kisses across her wife's jaw, down to her throat where she presses another soft, agreeable sound against her skin. )
Oh, I've missed you.
( Her hips cant, getting with the programme, giving permission for River to go further. )
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she loves each and every face (and body) and the little quirks that come with them. her doctor. she'd have them no other way.
fingers make a gentle trail across her neck as they slide down from her cheeks, continuing down her chest until they reach the bottom of her shirt. one hand sits at her hip, keeping her close whilst the other dips underneath her shirt, an almost dance across her skin before moving up to her breast, light squeeze of her left as river cups it, running her thumb over the fabric of her bra )