Chapter Eight: FilledShe stretches and blinks her eyes open slowly. The movement feels unusually obscene, her bare skin skimming across cool, smooth sheets. She never sleeps naked, so the change makes her frown for a second before she remembers why she's naked.
She had passed out too quickly after her second o****m to remember much beyond that. She can vaguely recall being tucked in and nuzzling sleepily into the Doctor's chest when he joins her in bed, more whispered praises in her ear and a gentle rocking of somewhere under the blankets, a hardness pressed between her thighs squeezed tightly together that is obvious what that had all been about in hindsight and she blushes harder with the memory.
When she slides out from under the sheets, she finds her whole body covered with sticky co
