makemeasong | Open post/meme overflow 💫

[ She's glad they're in no rush, needing to savor this. If she dies, she wants him to be able to commit everything to memory and remember.

There's no heartbeat where there should be, against her wrist, against her neck. But she tries not to think about it. She doesn't breathe, either, but her body hasn't given up the habit and it hitches when he kisses her neck, reaching out to wrap her hand around his arm as her head tilts for him.

On the bed she lets him undress her, piece by piece, savoring every touch, every press of his lips against her skin. She needs to feel his skin against hers before she loses her mind, and so the only rushed movement she makes is to ensure sure they're both topless. That press of them together slows her down again and as she kisses his chest, a tear drops onto his skin. ]

We lost so much time.

[ Her voice is quiet, mournful, and she presses her forehead to his shoulder, closing her eyes and dragging her hand up and down his side slowly. ]

[He knows that there's no heartbeat beneath her skin but it doesn't make her body any less warm, her touch any less like sparks against his skin. He goes to brush the tear away with his lips, cupping her face gently with his hands.]

But we have so much more ahead of us.

[It's said with such conviction and it's said in a way that he wants her to believe it - for himself to believe it. The rest of their clothes eventually become a pile on the floor. He continues to take his time exploring each curve of her body and letting her explore his. His body is flush with desire and he finds himself short of breath, lips swollen from kissing her as he makes his way south. Before going further he looks up towards her.]

May I...?

[ He's flushed enough for both of them; she knows if he could give her one of his hearts, he would. Her hands have made a complete mess of his hair, and then her hands are far from idle, moving over his skin, trailing her lips in their wake as far as she can reach.

When he explores, he'll find a tattoo on her hip, nothing large, and something her. A small smile curves her lips, realizing there's a surprise for him to discover and she nods. ]

Of course. Always. I'm yours.

[ Her fingers are in his hair again and she scratches his scalp gently. She feels like she's been baking in desert heat, dried out without his touch. Now she's soaking every single touch up eagerly, whimpering softly at another brush of his lips. ]

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[The tattoo is a surprise, but a pleasant one. It dawns on him that he would have gone forever without knowing that she ever had it had he not found her before she decided to go to Gallifrey. He pauses to trace the delicate colours and shapes making a mental note to ask her about it later.

With her permission his lips revere her, taking his time to taste every part of her on his tongue. Clara's fingers in his hair only urges him on. The desire to ensure that she feels loved is his motivation and the soft sighs from her mouth make him know that he's going in the right direction.]

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[ He makes her feel alive again, and her body has no idea that she isn't supposed to be panting at all, let alone this heavily. His name leaves her lips as another whimper that turns into a gasped curse in Gallifreyan when he finds a spot that makes her jerk. ]

There. Again. [ It's a breathless request, wanting to feel his lips against that spot on her skin until he's tired of it. ]

[But that's the thing: he would never get tired of anything related to her.

Hearing her reactions make him grin against her and he no choice but to oblige. His fingers dig gently into her thighs as he continues at her request this time with more intensity.]

[ If he was hoping to hear her cry out his name, he gets his wish as her back arches and her fingernails leave half-moon marks on his shoulders. Clara's eyes are closed, dots of light floating behind her eyelids.

It takes time for her to finally relax, shuddering every now and then as her pleasure ebbs. When her eyes open, her pupils are blown wide and she reaches for him. ]

Come home. [ It's a whisper that has tears behind it. She tugs at him, drawing a leg up over his hip. ] I missed you.

[Until she cried his name he didn't realize how much he had missed hearing it. But it wasn't just hearing it, it was because it was from Clara's lips.

When he comes up for a breath his eyes are cloudy from desire. Before he fulfills his request he goes to kiss her briefly letting the taste of her mingle with his own before guiding himself into her. Clara's name leaves his lips muffled as he pressed his lips into her collarbones, her neck - any piece of exposed skin he can reach.]

[ She's holding him as close to her body as she can; she can't seem to stop crying, her tears falling against the Doctor's shoulder. They aren't necessarily sad, just overwhelmed in a good way, a way that's so large it overflows.

She whispers quiet words to him in their native tongue, kissing him just below his ear, letting her teeth scrape along his shoulder. There isn't anything else in the universe that has ever compared to being loved by him. One of her hands glides down his arm and Clara takes his hand, tangling their fingers together as she gasps and encourages him to keep moving, to lose himself in her as she crests and peaks again. ]

[Their bodies move together like no time has passed at all. Her words drip with honey and he whispers his own sentiments back in return between gasps and breathes as he relishes all the sensations that are Clara - the feel of her teeth on his collarbone, the smell of stardust mingling with their sweat, and the feel of her pressing against him warm and sweet from all sides. It's hard not to get lost in it all.

The heat between them grows, and he feels the pressure inside him begin to peak. Soon after a wave of pleasure crashes against him and the Doctor gasps her name, pressing breathless kisses to her lips.]

[ The feel of him losing himself in her is everything, her lips parted against his as she tries to kiss him, breathing his air, forcing it into her lungs that feel overworked for the first time in centuries.

When they're both still, Clara cradles him in her arms, keeping him close. She kisses the dip between his neck and shoulder before carefully shifting onto her side, draping one leg over his hip and tucking her small body into his arms. It's the way she's craved to be held, and the knowledge that she's been craving her husband this entire time only makes sense.

With her head tucked under his chin, she listens to his hearts beat quietly, dragging the tips of her fingers up and down his side. It's a quiet moment, pressing kisses to his skin every now and then. ]

I missed you so much. [ Her voice shakes a little with emotion but she lets out a bark of laugh. ] No wonder we bicker like an old married couple.

[The afterglow settles on his body leaving him content, sopmething that he hadn't felt in a while. He rests his chin on her head, pressing butterfly kisses into her hair. A tired chuckle leaves his lips.]

That does explain a lot, doesn't it? [He presses a prolonged kiss to her hair.] I missed you too.

[ Shifting, she takes her time kissing him for a few while, drinking him in because she can because she's his wife, and then settles against him again. ]

Do you remember that night we stole that bottle of expensive wine from my parents? We laid out in a field together and shared it, and I think that was the first time I ever kissed you.

[ Because let's face it, she would definitely have to make the first move. ]

That was the worst bottle of wine I had ever tasted but thank god you did. [He draws lazy circles in the dip of her hip and waist.] I wouldn't have had the liquid courage to kiss you back.

It was awful wine. [ She agrees with another laugh and buries one hair in his hair. ]

But you did kiss me. And then you never stopped kissing me. You say you aren't romantic, but I have my memories back now. You can't fool me anymore sir.

[He snorts rolling his eyes bringing her hand to his lips again.] I'm not. As I said, I was seduced by your bewitching ways and it seems like I'm still under that spell.

Four and a half billion years is pretty romantic.

[ Her lips press to his chest and she closes her eyes to feel one of his hearts beat. ]

[He grumbles something unintelligible but lets his eyes flutter close, a content smile on his lips as he holds her close.

He ends up dozing off at some point. When he does wake up bleary eyed, he glances down to see if she's still there before checking for the time out the window.]

We should get dressed and get going soon if we want to locate some of that herb.

[ Clara hasn't slept, she's been too busy tracing the lines of his face with the faintest of touches, wanting to soak up all the time with him she can, just in case.

When he wakes and says they should go, she presses a hard kiss to his lips first, cupping his face in her hands. ]

Let's go get my heartbeat back.

[ It doesn't take long to find the herb, more beautiful in real life than in the book. When they take it back to the cabin and he begins preparing, she paces a little and realizes if she doesn't talk about this now they may not at all. ]

Do you remember the night we decided to have our son?

[ Her question comes out quieter than she intended, and she isn't even sure he heard her. ]

[Finding the herb is easier than he would have thought considering how difficult the description made it seem. But, he reasons, the difficulty isn't so much in the finding as it is the preparation. He's so concentrated on the preparation of the herb but completely stills when she asks him that question mid-chop.

He lets the question hang in the air a beat longer before continuing on with his steady motions and bringing it over to the stove to boil. Something tugs at his hearts. Tonight seemed like a night for reminiscing it seemed.]

Course I do. We thought we were ready despite your parents nagging us. [He casts a quick glance to her.] Did you just remember?

No. No, I just wanted to remember with you.

[ She doesn't say the thought aloud, but he'll hear it just the same. In case she dies for good, in case she doesn't wake up, she wants to remember their children with him. ]

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[His brow furrows as he quietly watches the water come to a boil. Out of old habits, his mouth worries his thumb.]

I haven't thought about them in a long time.

[It's said quietly, almost regretfully.] It was too closely tied to you. I couldn't stomach the thought.

[ Stepping behind him, Clara loops her arms lightly against his waist and presses her cheek to his back. ]

The night he was born, you were more nervous than I was. [ She smiles softly and squeezes him but not enough to interfere with what he's doing. ] Honestly, I thought you might wear yourself out before I ever did.

[Feeling her arms around him ground him to the moment and he smiles slightly although she can't see it.]

I could have regenerated right then and there. It felt like I might at least.

But you [He reaches to give her hand a squeeze.], you were as brave as always.

Do you know the secret to all that strength?

[ Her lips press firmly to his back, as high as she can reach. ] In case you hadn't guessed already, it's you. I can be brave because of you.

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