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Martha Jones (panacearising) wrote in paradisolog,

Martha wouldn't dare wiggle away, not from tall, dark, and brooding. She liked it. It was different than what she usually went for, but that was good. This place was about new beginnings, and trying out new things, and heavens was she stepping out of her comfort zone with this one. She looked up at him, and let out a little gasp when his arm was suddenly behind her and he had pulled her close.

"Why Mr. Hale," she said as her chest heaved. "I do believe you're coming on to me." She smiled at the thought, and leaned into his body, feeling him beneath her. She imagined that he probably looked quite good out of his clothes, and for a second she was reminded that the only thing that separated them from touching skin-to-skin were the clothes they were wearing. Pesky things they were, but it was keeping her good. For the moment at least.

Martha took another deep breath, and smirked at Derek just as a hand crept up toward his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss, a passionate one, and it lasted for a good minute or so before she pulled away from him. "I can't. I mean, we shouldn't..." she said completely out of breath. "We barely know one another. And snogging is bloody amazing and all that, but I... I want something more. Please don't be upset. I shouldn't have come on so strongly."

With the words out of her mouth Martha felt comfortable enough to slip out of his grasp. "Come on, you still have to show me around the island," she said with a sweet smile. The last thing she wanted to do was lead the man on if she wasn't even sure if she wanted to pursue anything with him. She hoped he understood. She had a feeling he did.