The Gallifreyan and the goddess. They were both impossible people in their own ways, so many things riding against them together and apart, and yet they've persevered, they've always been stronger than the things trying to drag them down. They have light hearts and dark pasts. Julia thinks it's a romantic fantasy to believe they're meant to be, but right now, she lets herself give into something cheesy. She is a skeptic but she believes that even if they were split apart, they'd find a way back to each other. He makes her think impossible things could be real.
And here it is, it is finally possible for her to feel stitched up again, not broken like she was told she was. Julia feels whole when he is on her, when his body presses down against hers and she only is filled with relief. A part of her still worried that the moment he touched her, some instinctive fear would grip her, but that's not the case. She opens to him gladly when his fingers slip inside and she sighs, her eyes closing in pleasure as he lights her up.
"Doctor," she moans, arching her back at a particularly nice touch of his thumb on her clit. She swallows, warm and flushed all over from the building arousal, and runs fingers through his hair. The truth was after what happened to her, Julia stopped touching herself too, it was like any idea of embracing that aspect of herself again was done. Until she met him and started thinking about his lips on hers. His fingers inside her, like now.
It builds in her slowly. It's flutterings of pleasure at first and then something more intense strikes her and she's gripping his hair tightly, breathing unsteadily. The coaxing works and she doesn't fight it as she builds up the tension and then like a pop in her head, she is flooded with white hot pleasure and she gasps his name again. Tears sting her eyes and she's never been an orgasm crier, but in this case, it's pretty reasonable.
"Thank you." Feeling that again, it's a lot. She tugs him up, still shivering a little, her eyes glazed, but she smiles. "I'm ready."
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And here it is, it is finally possible for her to feel stitched up again, not broken like she was told she was. Julia feels whole when he is on her, when his body presses down against hers and she only is filled with relief. A part of her still worried that the moment he touched her, some instinctive fear would grip her, but that's not the case. She opens to him gladly when his fingers slip inside and she sighs, her eyes closing in pleasure as he lights her up.
"Doctor," she moans, arching her back at a particularly nice touch of his thumb on her clit. She swallows, warm and flushed all over from the building arousal, and runs fingers through his hair. The truth was after what happened to her, Julia stopped touching herself too, it was like any idea of embracing that aspect of herself again was done. Until she met him and started thinking about his lips on hers. His fingers inside her, like now.
It builds in her slowly. It's flutterings of pleasure at first and then something more intense strikes her and she's gripping his hair tightly, breathing unsteadily. The coaxing works and she doesn't fight it as she builds up the tension and then like a pop in her head, she is flooded with white hot pleasure and she gasps his name again. Tears sting her eyes and she's never been an orgasm crier, but in this case, it's pretty reasonable.
"Thank you." Feeling that again, it's a lot. She tugs him up, still shivering a little, her eyes glazed, but she smiles. "I'm ready."