Two weeks later she bought one. Aft

Two weeks later she bought one. After the record had leaned against the glass of the window in her study. Between pictures from filming, some awards, little fan drawings.

Hidden in plain sight.

Bowie. Peter. Heroes. She had heard him play the song, all those years ago, in the Tardis — of course, while her heart had been on fire and was breaking at the same time.

They both knew she had listened. She never had forgotten.

 

His warm hands slowly shove under her jumper -- curious, eager, gentle. Feeling her warm skin -- finally. A sensation he will never be able to describe.

His finger trail along the bones of her spine, mapping her out, like they once mapped out their faces in the dark.

What a prologue! A tragedy in one act -- a prologue in … what? 60, maybe?

 

He tastes like bubble gum because he was chewing one while they had packed his books and the dishes. It tastes so rebellious for him.

They are bubble gum and orange juice.

His long ridiculous nose bumps against hers, while they try to find a good angle, and it ends in them chuckling softly, and him grabbing her head — hands on her cheeks, holding her still. His eyes glow, dark and daring. Finally, he can kiss her properly, and that he communicates.

He wants to proof her that he is indeed a funny kisser, but only on the visible side.

The rest is pleasing, alluring, and sends a wave of warmth through her body while their tongues search the other again and again.

There is no talking, no questions. Just hums, and little gasps. He nibbles her neck, and her shoulder is breathing hotly into the crook of her neck while her hands dive in his thick curls. She always had a weakness for his locks, those fluffy fifty shades of Capaldi grey.

Nails are scratching over his scalp, and he purrs, nibbles harder, and she leans down smelling his hair. Only now, she becomes aware they smell like peppermint. She hums in reception.

'Almonds,' he thinks, his nose gliding up to her ear, hearing her hum, and for a reason he knows it's about his hair.

He smiles against her skin, having found his new favourite scent.

They both breath in the other— not wanting to forget.

結果 (中文) 1:

两个星期后，她买了一个。后该记录已靠她的研究在窗户上的玻璃。从拍摄的照片，之间一些奖，小风扇图纸。隐藏在显眼的地方。鲍威。彼得。英雄。她听到他弹这首歌，所有那些年前，在 Tardis — — 当然，虽然她的心已经着火，在同一时间被打破。他们都知道她已经听了。她永远不会忘记。 他温暖的手慢慢地推下她跳线 — — 好奇、 渴望、 温柔。最后感觉她温暖的皮肤 — —。他将永远无法形容的感觉。跟踪他的手指沿着她的脊柱，映射出她，像他们一次骨头映射出他们在黑暗中的脸。什么序幕 ！一个悲剧采取行动 — — 中的拉开序幕......什么吗？60，也许？ 因为嚼着一个虽然他们收拾他的书籍和碗，他尝起来像泡泡糖。它为他的味道如此叛逆。他们是泡泡糖和橙汁。他鼻子长可笑碰到她，他们试图找到一个好的角度，而它结束在他们轻轻地笑着，他抓住她的头 — — 双手放在她的脸颊，她仍抱着。他的眼睛发光，黑暗和大胆。最后，他可以吻她正确，和他沟通。他想要证明她，他确实是一个有趣的接吻，但只能在可视面上。休息是令人满意，诱人的和发送波通过她的身体温暖，而他们的舌头再次搜索其他。有是没有说话，没有问题。只是嗡嗡声和小小的喘息声。他咬她的脖子，和她的肩膀激烈到她脖子上的骗子时呼吸她的手在他厚厚的卷发潜水。她一直为他的锁，那些毛茸茸的五十色调的卡帕尔迪灰色的弱点。钉在他的头皮，挠和努力，他会发出呼噜声，咬她俯下嗅到他的头发。只是现在，她变得意识到他们闻起来想薄荷。她哼着在接待处。杏仁，' 他认为，鼻子滑到她的耳朵，听到她哼，和他知道关于他的头发是有原因。他笑着对她的皮肤，发现了他新的最喜欢的香味。他们在另两个呼吸 — — 不想忘记。

結果 (中文) 3:

两个星期后，她买了一个。在她的书房里有一对窗户的玻璃。从拍摄之间的照片，一些奖项，小粉丝的图纸。隐藏在平原。鲍伊。彼得.英雄.她听到他唱这首歌，所有这些年前，在TARDIS -当然，而她的心已经着火，同时打破。他们都知道她已经听了。她从来没有忘记。 他温暖的手慢慢地推着她的下跳-好奇，渴望，温柔。感受她温暖的肌肤。他永远无法形容的感觉。他的手指沿着她的脊椎骨上的痕迹，映射出她，像他们曾经在黑暗中映射出他们的脸。什么样的开场白！一幕悲剧的序幕在…什么？60，也许？ 他尝起来像泡泡糖，因为他在吃一个，而他们收拾他的书和盘子。它的味道是如此的叛逆他。他们是泡泡糖和橙汁。他长的可笑的鼻子撞她，而他们试图找到一个很好的角度，并结束于他们吃吃地暗笑，他抓着她的头的手放在她的脸颊，她仍然保持。他的眼睛发光，黑暗和大胆。最后，他可以适当地吻她，并与她沟通。他想证明他的确是一个有趣的人，但只在可见的一面。剩下的是愉悦的，迷人的，和送温暖波穿过她的身体，而舌头搜索另一次又一次。没有说话，没有问题。只是哼，和小的喘息。他轻咬她的脖子，她的肩膀呼吸热到脖子弯，她的手在他浓密的卷发潜水。她总是对他的锁的弱点，卡帕尔迪灰色那些毛茸茸的五十色调。指甲抓过他的头皮，他发出咕噜咕噜的声音，啃硬，她俯身闻他的头发。只是现在，她知道他们闻起来像薄荷。她哼着接待。“杏仁，”他想，他的鼻子滑动到她的耳朵，听到她的嗡嗡声，并为一个原因，他知道这是他的头发。他对她的皮肤微笑，发现了他最喜欢的气味。他们都在另一个呼吸-不想忘记。