With luck, we'll get to test that. [ If she has her hibernation wished away and he gets longevity on account of dying already -- two large ifs but she dearly hopes they get twice lucky. ]
[ Speaking of getting lucky, ] My pleasure. [ Maybe not literally, but honestly domming the hell out of someone is pleasing enough without the physical piece. ]
[ She plucks the equipment out of his hand and tosses them onto the bed along with some lube and one vibrating geisha egg. First thing's first, she pulls his hair off one side of his neck and bites. It's more effective when they can't see it coming (she assumes she has perpetual permission and since he wants her to take charge here she's not about to ask). ]
[ Mmm, perfect. His reactions when she bites never fail to get her in a properly good (and domineering) mood. She drinks slowly, lazily, while her arms slide around him to loosen and unfasten his clothes. ]
[ Listening for his heartbeat as well, which will tell her when she's taken enough blood to get him all floaty and pliable -- it also conveniently makes the experience better for him. ]
[He's more than happy to be stripped bare, lifting up off the bed to help her with some parts. Soon enough he's melted completely into her arms, his eyes hazy.]
[ Her fingertips brush him as she undresses him, light and teasing. She can't separate being dominant from being a tease, and who would want her to? Likewise, when her fangs slip free and his blood trickles from the bite she left, she reaches out to remove it with her tongue. ]
[ She slips away then, ensuring he can balance on the bed without her behind him first, and stands with her back to him. One sultry glance over her shoulder, and she points to her corset laces. Get to it. ]
[ She pops open the front busk with a crisp snap and flings it off somewhere, then turns to him and plants her knee on the mattress between his. Leaning far over with all five fingertips of one hand resting on his chest. ]
I'm not after compliments, but thank you.
[ It looks for a long moment like she may kiss him, she's more than close enough, but she's not after that either. She puts her weight into her hand and pushes, if he cooperates she intends to pin him down on his back. ]
[An instruction he's more than happy to follow, pulling her skirt off her and tossing it to the side. Not in any kind of mood to fold things neatly, at the moment.]
[ More than okay; seeing him something like eager is gratifying. She leans far over again, but rather than a kiss what he gets is her knee nudging the inside of one thigh. She'll need some room to work, if you please. ]
[ From her free hand, the crackle of a lid popping open. ]
[Ah. He takes in a breath and spreads his legs easily for her, arousal clear and already beginning to ache. But he can be patient for something even better.]
[ A coy smile, you didn't expect anything but teasing, did you? She intends to flip him over in a short while almost certainly, but watching his face is both fun and productive for now. However many sounds she intends to coax out of him. ]
[ While she readies her fingers, she occupies herself giving him a long, passionate kiss. And then he'll feel the dry pad of her thumb stroking up the inside of his thigh until her slick finger is teasing him, slowly (her skin is overwarm as she always is, but it might be more noticeable now). Not entering yet, just making a point that doesn't need making. ]
Aliza- [He groans into her mouth at the teasing, low and needy. Of course it's what he expected from her, but that doesn't make it any less torturous.] Please...
[ In fairness, two nights ago she let him melt her into a puddle -- actually ]
Use your Bond, hm? [ She wants to feel what he's feeling, what she's doing to him. (It's probably fairly obvious; even so.) ] And then I'll be nice. [ Nicer, anyway. ]
[ While he considers that, the pad of her finger continues its sweet torment. ]
[His feelings flood into her, anticipation entwined with need. The desire to submit to her completely, to be filled with her, to worship her as a queen.
And the desire to be fucked hard and fast. That's also pretty high up there.]
Better. [ Much. She leans down to kiss him, swirling with amusement and coquettish possessiveness, bordering on overbearing. Her kiss, though, is deceptively simple, mainly she wanted to be good and close when her slick finger slips inside him. ]
[ Hard and fast is the plan, but not yet. First, her emotions neatly convey, she intends to toy with him a little more, get a feel for where to aim that toy when she's ready for it, her fingers being far more dexterous. But also -- the beaming intensity of her love for him is never far from the fore, and she doesn't want even the slightest chance of hurting him. There's an order to these things. ]
[He feels her love for him, her desire to keep from hurting him as she spreads him open, and his love and affection for her swells in return. She's as wonderful as always, and he trusts her completely.]
-I'll try to be patient. [She just makes him desperate and wanting, so really, who's to blame here.]
[ Another little kiss on his mouth, and then moving over his jaw and down his neck as her second finger slides in and her hand starts moving. Slow and deliberate, both for teasing purposes and because she's subtly shifting with each little push, different angles and pressure and twitches of her fingertips, to find where is best for him. Once he starts writhing, he'll feel a swell of domineering lust from her, and looming impish delight. Just finding out how best to tease you, sir. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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. ]
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But if you insist, then would you kindly rail me until I can't walk?
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[ Speaking of getting lucky, ] My pleasure. [ Maybe not literally, but honestly domming the hell out of someone is pleasing enough without the physical piece. ]
[ She plucks the equipment out of his hand and tosses them onto the bed along with some lube and one vibrating geisha egg. First thing's first, she pulls his hair off one side of his neck and bites. It's more effective when they can't see it coming (she assumes she has perpetual permission and since he wants her to take charge here she's not about to ask). ]
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Aliza, aaah... [He shivers.]
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[ Listening for his heartbeat as well, which will tell her when she's taken enough blood to get him all floaty and pliable -- it also conveniently makes the experience better for him. ]
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Ah, Alizarin...
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[ She slips away then, ensuring he can balance on the bed without her behind him first, and stands with her back to him. One sultry glance over her shoulder, and she points to her corset laces. Get to it. ]
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Beautiful.
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I'm not after compliments, but thank you.
[ It looks for a long moment like she may kiss him, she's more than close enough, but she's not after that either. She puts her weight into her hand and pushes, if he cooperates she intends to pin him down on his back. ]
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You should go ahead and take what you're after, in that case.
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Skirt. [ That, apparently, is his next instruction. ]
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[ From her free hand, the crackle of a lid popping open. ]
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[ While she readies her fingers, she occupies herself giving him a long, passionate kiss. And then he'll feel the dry pad of her thumb stroking up the inside of his thigh until her slick finger is teasing him, slowly (her skin is overwarm as she always is, but it might be more noticeable now). Not entering yet, just making a point that doesn't need making. ]
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Use your Bond, hm? [ She wants to feel what he's feeling, what she's doing to him. (It's probably fairly obvious; even so.) ] And then I'll be nice. [ Nicer, anyway. ]
[ While he considers that, the pad of her finger continues its sweet torment. ]
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And the desire to be fucked hard and fast. That's also pretty high up there.]
Better?
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[ Hard and fast is the plan, but not yet. First, her emotions neatly convey, she intends to toy with him a little more, get a feel for where to aim that toy when she's ready for it, her fingers being far more dexterous. But also -- the beaming intensity of her love for him is never far from the fore, and she doesn't want even the slightest chance of hurting him. There's an order to these things. ]
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-I'll try to be patient. [She just makes him desperate and wanting, so really, who's to blame here.]
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[ Another little kiss on his mouth, and then moving over his jaw and down his neck as her second finger slides in and her hand starts moving. Slow and deliberate, both for teasing purposes and because she's subtly shifting with each little push, different angles and pressure and twitches of her fingertips, to find where is best for him. Once he starts writhing, he'll feel a swell of domineering lust from her, and looming impish delight. Just finding out how best to tease you, sir. ]
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There, that's-
[Perfect, again, please.]
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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.
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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