[Theatrical Muse] Venician Holiday, Part 2

[his_sarah_jane]

[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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The Doctor shifted a bit, himself awakened by the sun. As he started to come to tentative awareness, he noticed Sarah's movement as well. He couldn't help smiling to himself.

Last night had been equal parts terrifying and wonderful. He was sure he'd been quite clumsy about the whole thing, but he could only hope Sarah was still happy, despite his likely numerous mistakes.

He didn't want to open his eyes just yet, he was content to simply feel. But he brought his arm more tightly against Sarah, nuzzling into her neck as he sighed contentedly.