Title: Whispers of Skin
Rating: R for brief sexual themes
Prompt: 038.Touch [doctorwho_100
Word count: 172
Summary: A brief meditation of sorts from Martha on the frightening intimacy of touch.
All your Doctor Who are belong to us
Sadly, I own nothing related to Doctor Who. I am just playing around in their sandbox for a bit of fun.Author Notes: I've been fighting a terrible bout of writer's block the last few months or so, but trying to get back into things. This very short ficlet is the result of that. While related to my other doctorwho_100 fics, this one is not really specific to any timeline. Therefore, it can be read on its own without having read any of the other fics, of course – just note that it's about an already established romantic relationship.
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There are certain touches which feel the most intimate from him, she finds –
-- A long, lingering scrape of his fingernail along the softly padded skin of her cupped palm, as they run from danger holding hands; the soft wisp of breath on her neck as he stands behind her explaining controls on the TARDIS console; the way his knee presses to hers as they are held prisoner in an alien cell; the way his fingertips brush hers when he hands her his sonic screwdriver and his eyes betray his trust.
Like anyone, she loves those more overt touches of his fingers deep inside her, or when he pinches and pulls at her erect nipples, or lightly caresses her inner thighs or belly. Like anyone she loves the feel of his nude body pressed against hers, skin on skin, aching hardness against soft, whispers against the shell of her ear –
But it is those other
simpler touches, which make her feel more close, more connected
, to him.
And that's what frightens her.