( 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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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 )