“I wanted to see the universe, so I stole a Time Lord and I ran away. And you were the only one mad enough.”
Marion Cotillard for Marie Claire Magazine
The Doctor’s hands landed on her hips again, sliding just underneath the hem of her blouse to touch her skin as her mouth moved against his skin again. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, rolling his head to the side, giving her more access to the skin there. Everywhere she kissed and touch left him wanting more — and he had never felt so strongly about that before. He had always been able to control himself, but with her, he wasn’t sure he could.
She made a sound against his skin at just the lightest graze of his fingers, feeling sparks wherever they came into contact with her. She lingered at his collarbone before dithering back up again, nipping on his jawline, peppering the spot just below his ear with endless kisses. She couldn’t get enough of him, and she rocked onto her toes to press herself against him in any attempt to get closer.
The feel of her mouth on his skin made his pulses quicken. That was definitely a first in a long time. He licked his lips, tucking the lower one between his teeth and kept his head against her shoulder. When she stopped, he lifted his head to look at her, confused but then it hit him. He didn’t say anything and reached up slowly to untie the bowtie, pulling it off and shoving it into his pocket. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening the collar and looking at her with a little smile.
Blu followed his movements with her eyes, a grin playing at her lips as he steadily exposed more skin to her. She planted a kiss to his lower lip before going back to work on his neck without any hesitation, and without any fabric restriction she continued onwards, using the edges of her teeth against his collarbone gently.
The Doctor smiled against her lips, loving the absolute glee he felt radiating from her very skin. He could feel the heat of her skin underneath the fabric, making him itch to touch it, but he would make due for now. He canted his head at her silent insisting, letting her mouth move across his cheek then down his jaw. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against her shoulder, giving her complete access.
Her arms shifted, hands cupping his neck while her mouth worked at the curve of his jaw, the taste of his skin quickly becoming something she could find herself addicted to. She travelled south, keeping the kisses languid as she reached his neck, flicking a tongue over his double pulse-point and pressing a single kiss to the hollow of his throat. She made a sound when she was blocked by his shirt collar, pulling back to scrutinize it.