[ If she accepted the bond as readily as she had, she accepted his guidance. There will be a need for her to if she planned to truly become bonded with him. Not in name, not in whatever force really does connect them – but with the acceptance in her mind, body, and soul. Unfortunately, such things don't meld well with science. The tests she ran on him didn't indicate this – that he'd need this and... that she did as well. This feels feral as much as it does human.
When that voice retorts quickly to her, as if challenging her on who was really benefitting from this 'appetizer'? She snaps back with – ]
Us.
[ If she ever understood it, it was how her voice carried then. How she was determined, how she was clear. She accepts that her efforts weren't just for her bonded, but for herself too. Selfishly, she takes him roughly enough where she has to steady her breathing, to brace for her insides to form around him too – wetness and warmth like a snug vice to anything he offers.
Angela wouldn't need to try and prove herself suitable for him, but she went about it wrong now. From defensive to offensive, it gives him time to strike. Where symbiote morphs up against her and cups into her lower half. It strikes against her, squeezes in ways that make her breath tremble. Tests were the name of the game today and the shift in sensations makes her eyes flutter. He'd feel nails scratch to his shoulder, holding onto him as she can try and leverage her lower half back onto everything. Her clit aches in response, the pressure adding a stable drive when her own hips fail to keep up with her ambition – she was only human after all, what was an ill-timed bounce or two? Angela responds well to it, still a sopping wet mess between her thighs, leaving slickness against any bit of black that touches between her legs. Thank God there's a small shower room in the clinic.
However, the gruffness of his flaunting makes her look down to him, a tiny bit of amusement in the Doctor's voice – ]
no subject
When that voice retorts quickly to her, as if challenging her on who was really benefitting from this 'appetizer'? She snaps back with – ]
Us.
[ If she ever understood it, it was how her voice carried then. How she was determined, how she was clear. She accepts that her efforts weren't just for her bonded, but for herself too. Selfishly, she takes him roughly enough where she has to steady her breathing, to brace for her insides to form around him too – wetness and warmth like a snug vice to anything he offers.
Angela wouldn't need to try and prove herself suitable for him, but she went about it wrong now. From defensive to offensive, it gives him time to strike. Where symbiote morphs up against her and cups into her lower half. It strikes against her, squeezes in ways that make her breath tremble. Tests were the name of the game today and the shift in sensations makes her eyes flutter. He'd feel nails scratch to his shoulder, holding onto him as she can try and leverage her lower half back onto everything. Her clit aches in response, the pressure adding a stable drive when her own hips fail to keep up with her ambition – she was only human after all, what was an ill-timed bounce or two? Angela responds well to it, still a sopping wet mess between her thighs, leaving slickness against any bit of black that touches between her legs. Thank God there's a small shower room in the clinic.
However, the gruffness of his flaunting makes her look down to him, a tiny bit of amusement in the Doctor's voice – ]
Are you – nnn, trying to impress me?
[ Because clearly, that's how it came off. ]