[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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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.