The kiss made her stir a little, unusual as it was. Most of her partners didn't stay, let alone hold her through the night or reach out so gently. Of course, as often as not she was the one to leave, a wisp of a memory in the night, a phantom lover who danced through their dreams with no physical reminder come morning but a pleasurable lethargy.
But this one was different. A different world, a different feeling, energy flowing through her like she'd never felt before, and though her body hummed with the feel of him inside of her, soul-force mingling below anything they did to one another physically, he'd taken as much as he'd given.
Aislinn wasn't used to giving.
So she slept, and dreamed, and when she felt his lips on her skin, she breathed in sharp, and slowly opened her eyes, looking around, surprised to find herself still here, still with him, still in the human world with all its messy heat. But he was here, too, and that drew a smile, slow and a touch sleepy-sweet from her.
He was correct in his original drunken assumption the night before. She was quite beautiful. Even with the surprised look to her eyes, and her bed-tousled hair, she was...beautiful. He found himself smiling in return at the slow way she moved and grinned at him.
No, he had absolutely no idea what to make of her. Easily the first woman he'd been able to let in emotionally in many years, yet their encounter left him changed. He was sore mentally from creating a connection with another empathic being. She took and he took and...well, it was an experience he hadn't felt since the last time he made love to one of his own race.
That, and his shoulder was also a little sore from having her lie with him. It had been even longer since he'd actually spent the night with another person. That constituted time to spend, and time was something he had so little of.
"And you," he replied, tilting his head a little to the side. "Sorry to wake you. Don't sleep as much as most."
"It's all right," she said lightly, the words automatic on her lips. Of course it was all right, because it was what he was, what he needed, and fitting herself to someone else's needs, their mold, came as naturally as breathing to her. "I don't usually sleep so much after..." The faintest of blushes tinged her cheeks, though her eyes were still bold, speculative, sparkling as she woke further.
She shifted a bit off of him, propping herself up on her elbow to study him in gloom of the hotel room, her body adjusting to the Earth again, feeling the time of the morning brush over her skin, pulling back some of her awareness of him as Other to settle on the things that were more familiar against her and around her.
Her fingers reached to touch his skin almost experimentally, as if they hadn't shared what they had the night before, brushing over the line of a muscle with a curious sort of touch. "I've never...been with anyone who could take, the way you did."
"I've never been with one who could, either," he replied. "Well, Time Lords can share, but it's not exactly the same thing."
He took a breath. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. It was rounded and human, the result of that thing, that low-level psychic projection she called a glamour. He wondered if he should've been insulted, because she didn't show her true self to him, even in this intimate moment.
"You don't have to hide the way you truly look. Believe me, I've seen odder."
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But this one was different. A different world, a different feeling, energy flowing through her like she'd never felt before, and though her body hummed with the feel of him inside of her, soul-force mingling below anything they did to one another physically, he'd taken as much as he'd given.
Aislinn wasn't used to giving.
So she slept, and dreamed, and when she felt his lips on her skin, she breathed in sharp, and slowly opened her eyes, looking around, surprised to find herself still here, still with him, still in the human world with all its messy heat. But he was here, too, and that drew a smile, slow and a touch sleepy-sweet from her.
"Good morning."
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No, he had absolutely no idea what to make of her. Easily the first woman he'd been able to let in emotionally in many years, yet their encounter left him changed. He was sore mentally from creating a connection with another empathic being. She took and he took and...well, it was an experience he hadn't felt since the last time he made love to one of his own race.
That, and his shoulder was also a little sore from having her lie with him. It had been even longer since he'd actually spent the night with another person. That constituted time to spend, and time was something he had so little of.
"And you," he replied, tilting his head a little to the side. "Sorry to wake you. Don't sleep as much as most."
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She shifted a bit off of him, propping herself up on her elbow to study him in gloom of the hotel room, her body adjusting to the Earth again, feeling the time of the morning brush over her skin, pulling back some of her awareness of him as Other to settle on the things that were more familiar against her and around her.
Her fingers reached to touch his skin almost experimentally, as if they hadn't shared what they had the night before, brushing over the line of a muscle with a curious sort of touch. "I've never...been with anyone who could take, the way you did."
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He took a breath. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
He reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. It was rounded and human, the result of that thing, that low-level psychic projection she called a glamour. He wondered if he should've been insulted, because she didn't show her true self to him, even in this intimate moment.
"You don't have to hide the way you truly look. Believe me, I've seen odder."
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