“’Encounters.’ God, you can be such a prig. Random science-y words may do it for you, but they’re not appropriate dirty talk for me.”
“No, I wasn’t trying to be sexy. Blowjob sex I’ll get over it. The Doctor gave a rueful smile and reached out to smooth her unruly hair. But trust me, Amy Pond. “Well. So despite her best intentions, her scowl became a smile, and then, when he reached out and linked their fingers, raising her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles, the smile became a chuckle. “Oh. “Right. “Ah, I see” the Doctor said, drumming his fingers against his bare chest. “Wait, no,” he said, screwing up his face. It’s…it’s nothing.”
“Is not nothing,” he said mildly, studying her face. Granted, I had hoped we’d actually get to explore some of it rather than be stuck in a bedroom. The Doctor, barely breathing any harder than usual, looked over at her, eyebrows raised.
