[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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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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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[ 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. ]
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[that was probably the point but still]
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[ 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. ]
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Y-you can move, I'm alright.
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[ 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?
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[Harder is what he actually meant, but that's more difficult to say out loud.]
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[ 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. ]
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[His toes curl, his pulse quickening with the pleasure spreading through his body.
Pure need entwined with rising heat floods their connection.]
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[ And she's panting a bit herself; damn, that little egg is her new best friend. ]
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[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.]
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