[She does feel the deep breath he takes but she's not really sure what it's about. Maybe relief, maybe control--although it will be a long while before she believes she'll ever be able to make him use any of his control. For all she knows, he's smelling her, which isn't as weird as she would have thought before she met the Doctor. If he can taste more things than she can, it would make sense to her that he can smell more things as well.
When he rests his head in the crook of her neck, everything in her softens. She slides one hand down the back of his neck to rest on his back between his shoulders. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, fingers still massaging his neck and through his hair. She turns her head just a bit to place a kiss against his head and rests with her lips against his hair. She takes her own deep breath and lets it out. Now there's just love and a deep, absolute contentment. This is what she ripped through dimensions for: this man. Not because he's an alien or the Doctor or because he could take her places. Just for him.
It feels like they stand there that way for several seconds before she speaks, her words just a whisper.]
Let's go lay down. Get me off your feet. Just layin' down.
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When he rests his head in the crook of her neck, everything in her softens. She slides one hand down the back of his neck to rest on his back between his shoulders. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, fingers still massaging his neck and through his hair. She turns her head just a bit to place a kiss against his head and rests with her lips against his hair. She takes her own deep breath and lets it out. Now there's just love and a deep, absolute contentment. This is what she ripped through dimensions for: this man. Not because he's an alien or the Doctor or because he could take her places. Just for him.
It feels like they stand there that way for several seconds before she speaks, her words just a whisper.]
Let's go lay down. Get me off your feet. Just layin' down.