Re: Lower Lounge
The Doctor found he could not resist her and pressed a soft, gentle, almost feather light kiss to the soft flesh just under her ear. He pulled back, a half smile on his lips as he began waltzing her around once more. Dancing was just as, if not more intimate, than sex in his opinion, and he often found that the dynamic between partners could readily be told by just watching them dance together. He and this fallen angel moved gracefully together, and it was not, for the most part, because of his own skill. She possessed grace and serenity that could only ever be natural.
The song soon ended, with little conversation passing between them as he spun her twice more at various points of their dancing. He slowed and held her to him, one arm around her waist and the other against the back of her neck, fingers entwined in her hair and careful not to disturb her tattered wings.
"Another? Or refreshments?" he asked, leaving the choice entirely up to her. The Doctor didn't much care for anything other than her company.