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[It'll be obvious when she finds it. It would be obvious even without the sudden spike of pleasure from their Bond, because Doctor cries out, trembling all over.]

There, that's-

[Perfect, again, please.]

[ Mmm, there we go. The spike of satisfaction through the bond is sharp enough to hurt just a little, accompanied by a pang of -- yearning? Wishing, in a nostalgic sense. Nebulous instinct that wants her natural abilities back as this would be a good use of them. ~~Read: in canon she can sex-swap, alas for this place and the man spread out below her.~~ ]

[ A few quicker, harder movements aimed right where he needs them, and then -- backing off a little, a bit shallower, a bit gentler, a hint off target. She hums against his neck, amusement and pleasure pulsing through the bond as her fingers withdraw and she peels away from him, reluctantly. ]

Turn over.

[note to self: if there's ever a canon powers on event we know what to do

It takes Doctor a moment, dazed as he is, but he dutifully turns himself over, face pressed against the pillow. There's anticipation, but also a bit of shyness - obviously they've never done it from quite this position before, and he likes to see her face.]

[ Feeling his shyness, she drapes over him to nip at the shell of his ear, while her hands are busy. She finds the position undeniably appealing, perhaps that will help. ] You'll get more used to it. I don't intend for this to be the only time.

[ A thread of dissatisfaction forms, and before he can wonder what it means she tells him. ] Hmm, it needs warming up. [ The toy, she means. Then, a flash of mirth. ] I suppose there's one rather obvious way I could do that.

[ She waits to see if he has any emotional response to that suggestion. Would he want this inside him after it's been inside her? While she waits, her re-slicked fingers slide into him again, wasting no time going right for where he'll enjoy it most. ]

[Oh, that - certainly is a mental image, and his arousal spikes even before she slides her fingers inside once more.]

I suppose, ah- that would be efficient- Though perhaps next time you could use my mouth?

[He would not be against her fucking his face, not in the slightest.]

[ He can doubtless feel her smiling against his ear, but she also huffs a tiny laugh. ] Next time, then.

[ With that she shifts her weight, and there's a ripple of pleasure through the bond and she sighs against him, moving just a bit, in time with the motions of her fingers which move faster to ensure she's distracting him at least as much as herself. ]

[ The next sound she makes is sharper, louder. Yes, warming up nicely. ]

-Not being able to watch you right now is torture, I hope you know.

[that was probably the point but still]

[ A bit of the point, yep. But she does hum in his ear with a warm, breathy tone, followed by a gasp. Her fingers twitch inside him, wanting to curl. ] Another next time. Whatever you'd like to watch.

[ He'll feel a bit of her reluctance as she lifts off him, withdraws her fingers, slides the toy out of her and replaces it with the egg-shaped one, which buzzes a bit as she turns on the vibrating function. Another wave of pleasure through the bond, and then the well-warmed and -slicked tip presses into him, slowly, one of her hands gripping his hip and the other sliding up his back to slip around his chest and pull herself down against him. She kisses between his shoulder blades as a bit of impatience flits around her head, quickly tossed aside -- some things can't be rushed. ]

[Doctor keeps himself relaxed as she slowly pushes inside of him, shivering at the sensation. He feels full, and full of her specifically, a dull ache.]

Y-you can move, I'm alright.

[ A flare of coltish amusement, ] Oh, can I?

[ Notably, she spends a good moment rolling her hips rather than pulling back. Her flexibility used to its fullest, giving him a good stretch. ]

Like that?

Ah - a little deeper, please.

[Harder is what he actually meant, but that's more difficult to say out loud.]

[ She knows what you want, silly thing. ]

[ But despite the flash of indignance she can't help but doesn't especially like, she does as requested, using her grip and hold on him to yank him closer, good and rough. Her strength makes it not any strain at all. ]

[Oh, that's perfect, and his back arches against her.] Aliza, ah-

[His toes curl, his pulse quickening with the pleasure spreading through his body.
Pure need entwined with rising heat floods their connection.]

[ There's a jolt of pleasure through her as well, from both his response and what that movement did to the vibrating toy inside her. So she does it again, gliding back and slamming forward against him. He said 'until I can't walk' and she has the strength for it, so she uses it to the fullest, holding back just enough not to really hurt him. ]

[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]

Aliza, Aliza, oh-!

[He's certainly loud, louder than usual. It's new and intense and overwhelming and everything he'd asked for. He whimpers and moans and grips onto the sheets for dear life, close to tearing them and not at all in a state to worry about that now. The bond is a steady buildup of want, need, more, yes.]

[ Not so shy anymore, hm? Good. It won't do at all for him to be self-conscious about asking for what he wants. (She thought without any irony whatsoever despite knowing that she'll never in a thousand years ask him for what part of her wants most, but she has others for those outlets and could live without it entirely without sacrificing very much.) ]

[ Her end of the bond projects a greedy satisfaction, and more than a little pleasure from her which is equally due to his reaction and the vibration. Normally this is where she might slow down just a hint, tease, and the thought is there -- but no, she wants him to surrender to her completely. She uses her leverage and strength to yank him against her, again and again, as hard as she dares and with increasing speed. ]

[Self-consciousness is far from his mind at the moment. Everything is except for white hot pleasure and heat and her. If he did have a clear head, he might be embarrassed about how quickly his body is careening toward a climax, but he can't possibly care about that right now.

He moans louder with every thrust, dangling on the precipice. All he needs is one final push.]

[ Too many impulses flit through her mind to properly follow, many of them distasteful -- ways she could hurt and kill him from this posture among the dissonant chorus, a consequence of her domineering nature unfortunately -- but some are pleasing enough. One of them she embraces, pounces on, wrapping him in her arms so she's gripping his shoulders underhand, her breaths short and humid between his shoulder blades. Leverage that, combined with her strength, should be effective indeed. ]

[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]

Aliza--

[That's more than good enough. He comes hard, louder than she's heard him before, pleasure flooding his mind until there's no room for anything else through their link.

He pants, struggling to catch his breath after something that intense.]

[ She keeps moving while he rides it through, nuzzling at the crook of his shoulder and stilling when he relaxes. Then she slips away, removing the toy and sending it onto the floor along with the rumpled blanket that was beneath him which she gently tugs from under his knees. Cleaning happens later, fortunately she's used to blood getting everywhere so she's well prepared. A clean, soft blanket is draped over him before she slides onto the mattress beside him, and if he'd like to collapse she'll gladly catch him. ]

[ Through the bond there was an initial rush of preening gratification, and then just before she lifted off of him a flash of uncertainty. Inadequacy mingling in, because she's clearly not enough for him as she is, and there are others who can give him that feeling without resorting to a box of plastic. It only lasts for a moment before she breaks physical contact to juggle logistical matters, and by the way she smiles at him it's clear that she's trying not to dwell on it. ]

[He would absolutely love to collapse and snuggle close against her. Doctor feels her uncertainty and worries and hurries to reassure her.]

That was wonderful. You are wonderful, my dear.

[ She has thoughts and questions, they're far from important enough to ruin his afterglow. She folds her arms around him and kisses his head gently. ]

Thank you for trusting me enough to ask for it. [ She doesn't get embarrassed but knows he does, so she can imagine it wasn't comfortable at first. ]

Perhaps in the future I'll have more requests to make. I'm deeply glad that you enjoyed this one.

Mm, I did.

[ The feelings bond can't be still active since she pulled away briefly before, or so she hopes. But her hair could still change color a bit, so she buries her head against him. ]

[ Her hair doesn't change color much at all, just the slightest tint that would be a challenge to catch in this light. She's not lying when she says she liked it, it's just that when the flaring heat became a sleepy simmer, worry had set in. Fears that she's not what he really wants. If only she could be fighting or fucking all the time, her confidence would be much improved. ]

I hope you do ask. You can ask me for anything, and it'll be yours if it's in my power to give.

[He doesn't catch the hair color change, so as far as he knows things are fine or fine-ish.]

Right now my sincerest request is to cuddle with you for a while. Is that acceptable?

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