I could strip down further and trap them down between my thighs, if you like.
[She teases, though she does let him guide her right into getting comfortable using his chest as a pillow. With how emotionally charged this conversation has been tonight, it's probably not the best idea to let it all dissolve into sex. But the physical intimacy between them isn't a distraction, it isn't something she's carelessly just using.
There's an element of craving that closeness, even though the sort of intimacy they're sharing at the moment is just as special to her. Clara Oswald is affectionate, but her walls generally keep out hardcore cuddling and flirting post emotional bombshell conversations. Not even Jane Austen had earned the honor. Takeshi Kovacs had managed to make himself right at home in her heart in record time, bulldozing over those defenses she had built up.
She should have been afraid of the uncertainty of what that meant. Terrified of getting too close only to have to let him go when it was time to leave. But she only could feel contentment, and turned a blind eye to feeling or thinking about anything but the here and now in his bed. And for once, she wasn't going to allow herself to feel guilty for that.]
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[She teases, though she does let him guide her right into getting comfortable using his chest as a pillow. With how emotionally charged this conversation has been tonight, it's probably not the best idea to let it all dissolve into sex. But the physical intimacy between them isn't a distraction, it isn't something she's carelessly just using.
There's an element of craving that closeness, even though the sort of intimacy they're sharing at the moment is just as special to her. Clara Oswald is affectionate, but her walls generally keep out hardcore cuddling and flirting post emotional bombshell conversations. Not even Jane Austen had earned the honor. Takeshi Kovacs had managed to make himself right at home in her heart in record time, bulldozing over those defenses she had built up.
She should have been afraid of the uncertainty of what that meant. Terrified of getting too close only to have to let him go when it was time to leave. But she only could feel contentment, and turned a blind eye to feeling or thinking about anything but the here and now in his bed. And for once, she wasn't going to allow herself to feel guilty for that.]