The Last Time Lady

Romana watched the Doctor sleep.  It was a rare thing to see him at peace, and she savored the moment, drinking it in. Because really, when was the next time they would have the chance to do this? Deft finger tips traced over muscle, gently, reverently, as if mapping out his skin for future reference. They traced over teeth marks, and still-red scratches, which caused Romana's mouth to quirk in satisfaction. Her body pressed against his, their legs still very much entwined. Her lips just brushed the shell of his ear, and she resisted the urge to give it a little nip.

And still, the Doctor does not wake.

She was acutely aware of the fact that she was naked, the steady stream of artificial light seeping in from the bay window accented that, bathing over their features, but, it was strange - she didn't care. Her body ached pleasantly from the previous night's events. Thoughts of his lips, his teeth, his body, his fingers, flash in her minds eye and she could feel her cheeks warming, no doubt flushing a faint pink. His taste was still on her tongue, she noted. And what a delicious taste it was, too. So uniquely him.

She could easily stay here all morning. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch, she thinks, given that her legs motor skills may not have fully recovered. 

Which was all - his - fault.

She kissed the Doctor  then, conceding defeat. Not a deep kiss, or a particularly long kiss, just a light kiss to the lips. Warm and affectionate. "Good morning," Romana murmured, kissing him once more for good measure and, she was pleased to see the Time Lord open a bleary eye.