[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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[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

It was still such a foreign word to him, love. Odd to say, and even stranger to hear in conjunction with his name, directed at him.

"The feeling is mutual, if not still a bit to get used to." He takes a deep breath, continuing, "Will you forgive any mistakes I may make, as we go along?"

He was sure she would, but felt the need to reassure himself.

"What would you like to do today?"

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Sarah Jane giggled as she rested her head back against him, snuggling up safe and warm in his grasp. She's certain she could spend the rest of the week here, let alone morning.

"I'm rather content with what we're doing right now, actually."

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

He was utterly perplexed. He enjoyed it, of course, but he had no idea why someone would want to possibly spend the whole day indoors. The Doctor knew he was bound to get restless at some point.

And yet, he found that to his even greater confusion...he was enjoying this state of absolute relaxation. And it was likely due to the company.

"Tell me something, Sarah Jane. Tell me...what you wish for."

They had to do something to bide their time, after all.

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"I wish," Sarah Jane began slowly as a small, mischievous smile crossed her face. "I wish, Doctor, that we could have a repeat of last night's performance. It was rather amazing, if not utterly exhausting."

And certainly something that wouldn't get them to leave this hotel room any time soon. Not that she minded. In Sarah's opinion, she could think of no way better to spend the day than trapped in bed with the Doctor.

To prove her point, she props herself up on one hand so that she was now leaning over him. Her hair cascaded around her face as the other hand is placed close to the nipple on his chest. Then, she leans down and pecks his lips: one, two, three times.

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

He hardly had a chance to protest, though he wouldn't have done anyway. As it was, he found himself perfectly content to accept her advances and affections. In response, the Doctor's arms came around her waist, his fingers beginning slow stroking motions across her back.

"I believe I can oblige you, Sarah Jane," he smiled. He leaned up briefly to peck her lips, then lay back against the pillows, enjoying watching her above him. It was certainly a new experience for him.

He only hoped the soft smile on his face, and his fingers stroking gently down her cheek were proof enough that he adored her.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

It was enough proof for her. She continued to explore his chest with one hand as her mouth slowly caressed his. For whatever reason, Sarah was in the mood for lingering, slow, and teasing kisses. There was no need to hurry this time. No need for anything frantic.

She only wanted to enjoy every inch of him.

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

His fingers danced up and down her spine, around her waist and then to her thighs, stroking the skin very slowly there. The Doctor took every kiss with deep satisfaction, pulling her mouth tenderly to his as he continued his caresses just near her center.

The next time she came to his mouth for a kiss, he gently thrust his tongue into her mouth; hearing it described, the Doctor had thought it a terribly odd human nuance, but enjoyed it despite himself--deciding, of course, to continue it again. When he at last pulled back, he said quietly, "It seems an opportune moment to reaffirm...that I quite love you."

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"I love you too," she whispered back, taking steady breaths to keep her body calm. Sarah ran her free hand through his curls, smiling softly as she looked at him. Was this really happening? Sometimes she couldn't believe it.

It was glorious. It was absolutely beyond anything to get to know another being in this way.

"So," she continued before pausing for a kiss, "very," kiss, "much."

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

The Doctor's smile was wider than it had ever been. He was quite happy just stroking her skin. Every inch of her--allowing his fingers to experience such a new sensation. He'd never touched anyone like this before Sarah. It contented him more than anything else ever had.

The Doctor had been around humans long enough to hear their terms of endearment for each other--couples, especially. It wasn't in keeping with his character to toss out 'sweetheart' or 'honey'; those particular epithets felt decidedly foreign to his tongue.

So, instead, he whispered, "Tesorina" with all the love in the world, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. He was trying so hard, and...it sounded sentimental to him without being cloying.

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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.

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

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.

[walkineternity.livejournal.com]

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.