"Well," he scratches at his head and blushes a little again, but it's a comfortable sort of flustered that he feels right now. It's a good feeling. It's not so much nerves anymore, it's excitement, it's feeling the sort of joy he hasn't known in so long. "No. No, I suppose not. You're welcome to again anytime, of course. Sing to me, that is," he grins a little, idly thinking he wants to kiss that laugh of hers somehow. He wants to remember it always, he wants to hear it always, he wants — nights like this again. Because there was a time — a very long time — he never thought he'd be here, and didn't think to consider they would be here until he was already so fond of her that he could never go back to where they were before. There's only this now, and only them going forward, never back.
He knows what it means for her to feel this safe and comfortable with him, and he'll never take that for granted. When she's completely bare before him, he watches her even more intently, a feeling of want surging in him. There's not a single moment when he breaks the focus with her eyes, following her the whole way until she's on the bed.
There's a moment where he just bites his lip briefly, smiles, and then she's reaching for him and he realizes he's just been standing there like an idiot watching her. Move forward, Doctor — yes, right, forward propulsion, one foot in front of the other, and he can show her how very much he loves her, in all the ways that words sometimes fail him. He takes her hand first, kissing her knuckles, then her wrist, her palm. Her hand is squeezed gently then before he lets go and joins her on the bed, after pushing his briefs off. He thinks she's absolutely perfect in every way, though, and he adores her even more when she laughs again.
"You're being you. Perfectly you," he assures her, kissing the corner of that grin now. "And while it's not exactly a first time for either of us, it's our first time." He shifts carefully now, settling over her, but only that for now, while his hand sweeps through her hair and he makes a move to kiss her again. This time, it's more heated, knowing there's nothing stopping them, nothing to throw them off course. They're here, and he wants to adore her and love her in every way possible.
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He knows what it means for her to feel this safe and comfortable with him, and he'll never take that for granted. When she's completely bare before him, he watches her even more intently, a feeling of want surging in him. There's not a single moment when he breaks the focus with her eyes, following her the whole way until she's on the bed.
There's a moment where he just bites his lip briefly, smiles, and then she's reaching for him and he realizes he's just been standing there like an idiot watching her. Move forward, Doctor — yes, right, forward propulsion, one foot in front of the other, and he can show her how very much he loves her, in all the ways that words sometimes fail him. He takes her hand first, kissing her knuckles, then her wrist, her palm. Her hand is squeezed gently then before he lets go and joins her on the bed, after pushing his briefs off. He thinks she's absolutely perfect in every way, though, and he adores her even more when she laughs again.
"You're being you. Perfectly you," he assures her, kissing the corner of that grin now. "And while it's not exactly a first time for either of us, it's our first time." He shifts carefully now, settling over her, but only that for now, while his hand sweeps through her hair and he makes a move to kiss her again. This time, it's more heated, knowing there's nothing stopping them, nothing to throw them off course. They're here, and he wants to adore her and love her in every way possible.