The euphoria that John induced caused a disconnect from reality for a moment. To say the Doctor was in a 'dry spell' would have been putting it lightly. It wasn't something that ever actually bothered her, but moments where she was confronted with the feelings of an orgasm were breathtaking for various reasons. Coupled with the fact she had never felt this sort of pleasure in this type of body before and everything was just humming.
She wet her lips as John pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks rose-coloured from his own doing. There was the faint taste of what she realized must be herself and she felt her lips press into a smile, her gaze only belatedly moving upward to look at him. If his goal was to relax her, he had definitely accomplished his mission.
While he was in the kitchen, she was slow to move. She decided clothes back on was definitely a necessity, though trying to find her missing sock seemed to be trouble. In the end, she decided to take off the one on her foot so at least they were even - maybe a sock monster had gotten the other one.
Being alone in the living room while John finished up dinner was, at very, relaxing. Being alone for too long, as most of her companions over the years discovered, meant over-thinking. Did they just do the right thing?
She sat on the couch, leaning forward a little, arms on her knees as she let her mind go over what her next steps should be. It seemed, perhaps, that her mind was a little clearer when John wasn't in the room.