[Theatrical Muse] Venician Holiday, Part 2

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[Part 1]

The morning sun shone through the window, irking the still sleeping woman. She crawled up further against the man sprawled in bed with her. It was too early; she didn't want to wake yet. Not when, despite being in a 16th century hotel, she had had some of the best sleep she could remember. Not when she went to bed the prior night completely sated.

Sarah Jane yawned gently as she tried to find a new crook on his chest to hide against. Last night had been... completely and utterly romantic. The ball in the plaza and then witnessing the Doctor's flirtatious side first hand. Making love had never quite lived up to its name before.

You could see why, then, she was loathe to face the morning. It was rather difficult, considering just how content she felt laying in his arms

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She wasn't quite sure what it meant, but Sarah smiled against his lips anyway. It sounded nice enough and she was certain that the Doctor would explain it later.

As she kissed him, she moved one of his hands up to her breast and closed his fingers around it. Sarah Jane moaned in delight at the feeling. As lovely as it had been to have his fingers explore her entire body, she wanted more now. She wanted the sort of things that would frustrate her body more. And she had no problem guiding him in doing so.

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He took his cue from her apparent pleasure, cupping her other breast and stroking the nipples. The Doctor took a deep breath to steady himself, only hoping his still-blind actions drew pleasure from her.

Then he reached up to softly nibble at her ear, smoothing over the slight nip with his tongue as he huskily explained what the Italian word meant. "My treasure."

Even as he spoke the words, his right hand moved down the length of her body to her center.

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This? This was much better.

Sarah's breaths shortened, coming out in pants as he moved his hand downward. She moaned again at the nibbles and the strokes, her body slowly starting to feel as if it were on fire. As her eyes closed, she widened the space between her legs to allow his hand easier access to her core.

"Doctor," she breathed huskily. "Oh, Doctor."

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His hand slipped in easily, all the while his lips kept caressing her skin, pecking slight nips sporadically that were smoothed over with his tongue. His fingers slid rhythmically, continuing as her moans of pleasure spurned him on.

The Doctor arched up again, burying his face into her shoulder to nuzzle her neck, his breathing slowly becoming erratic from the foreplay.

"Sarah Jane. Oh, my Sarah. Wondrous," he pressed his lips below her chin. "Magnificent. My Sarah." It was odd, yet he suddenly felt more possessive of her than he ever had.

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Sarah Jane doesn't understand how he possesses the capability for words right now. While she isn't quite quiet, all the sound that really does escape are load moans intermingled with his name. Sentences, even short phrases, are beyond her at the moment.

For someone still new at this, he's rather good at it.

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Oddly enough, he'd begun to tremble; from what, he didn't know. Perhaps a combination of desire, pleasure, and his body naturally reacting to the air in the room mingling with the dampness of his skin.

He laid back against the pillows, watching Sarah with overwhelming love. He knew what came next--remembered that, at least, from last night--but preferred not to initiate it. It should come only when Sarah was ready, he felt. In the meantime, his free hand kept up rhythmic caresses on her skin, across her cheek.