by jellybabe
His face was a mask of pleasure, pain, and poorly-concealed desperation. Their noses were mere inches apart. His damp, disheveled hair haloed his golden skin. Dark eyes. Barely any blue left in them. Just two deep wells of shadow, the lids held taut by his last lingering reservations.
As Charley lowered her hand, she heard him swallow. She could look down, if she wanted, and see him. No longer held in his arms, she could sate her curiosity. The opportunity was ripe and fresh. More than anything, she wanted to take it. But she didn't.
"I won't look," she heard herself whisper. "I won't. I promised, Doctor, and I'm a woman of my word."
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in which charley explores the doctor's body on many levels and he melts like ice in her hands.
Words: 6260, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio)
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
- Characters: Eighth Doctor (Doctor Who), Charley Pollard
- Relationships: Eighth Doctor/Charley Pollard
- Additional Tags: there's not really a tag for 'slow intimate body exploration', Neck Kissing, Erogenous Zones, Comfort/Angst, Vulnerability, Dr Nyarlathotep, Tentacles, Telepathic Bond, Moaning, Alien Biology, Alien Sex, Eye Contact, Intimacy, Hand Jobs
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