Y'know, I had - uh, first been disappointed I couldn't see your incredibly beautiful face, ( There's a sharp intake of breath as Clara brushes her lips against her cheek like that, and it's a feeling that heats her all through her body - her hand trails from Clara's wrist up the length of her arm ) but I'm now thinking about all of those things we could do that don't need sight at all.

( Her fingers grip hold of the fabric of Clara's clothing, and she pulls her in a bit. )

Kiss me again, oh holy one.