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wet.
dark.
amber.
titian.
worship.
something like, reverence.
devotion writ large without speaking.
slow.
molasses? no.
suspension.
suspended.
time, around them.
how long had they been here for. there for.
unmoving to the unwatchful eye
an expansive choreography to those wont to see;
performed in atoms
danced between the k-shells
a shuck, and a jive, and a waltz between planes
wet.
dark.
amber.
how long have they been here Yaz thinks, as the Doctor completes another circuit around her face
a race to nowhere.
no when.
victors all.
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heavy.
wet.
dark.
amniotic. creation
surely. here in the dark.
assembled. reassembled? no
forged. made.
that was how she had put it, hadn't she
some time and some space before.
I want to make love. I want to make love
to your mouth.
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wet tongue on wet mouth
top lip
bottom lip
and repeat.
wet kisses on wet mouth
to the corner
and back.
to the corner and back.
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it's all so wet she thinks.
she doesn't remember ever being this
what?
sodden. no
saturated, before.
drenched in spit sweat sex
heavy wet body on heavy wet body
pressed against hers.
onto, into
imprinted. marked.
if you knew where to look.
contact points. touch points.
touching at every point
quantum laws be damned.
wet and hot and humid and heavy and close.
rainforests green with envy.
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she could be anywhere, in this hot dark space.
silent. hushed
external sounds dampened, by lean arms and a thick
blond curtain.
nothing to hear. nothing tickling
troubling the soundscape.
but.
a deafening cacophony of their design;
a kiss a breath a
sigh.
a wet hot mouth continues it’s journey around her face.
against her jaw, her cheek.
a whisper of a kiss over her eyelids.
she could be anywhere, in this hot dark space.
heavy wet body pressing against hers.
creating
love.
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she's moving. had she always been moving? no. yes.
wait.
take stock.
mouth unmoved, unmoving. a receptacle
ready to receive.
look lower.
brown fingers tracing idle patterns on the Doctor’s waist
brown hips moving infinitesimally
as the Doctor licks love onto her parted lips.
she is willing, complicit.
eager.
passivity has no home here.
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there is a thumb on her mouth, firm and inquisitive.
there are fingers
on her mouth.
firm
seeking. testing.
she comes back to her senses, she's been gone far too long.
focus.
open
your eyes, your mouth.
open your mouth, Yaz.