"Can I touch you?" the Doctor asks, and she feels their fingers press into her waist like restraint is the hardest thing they've ever made themself endure. Charley pulls her hand from their hair—leaving them to whine at not being played with—to undo her shirt, button by button. The Doctor swallows, eyes darting from her to her slowly revealed chest, one of her new brassieres after the old ones had begun to chafe and squeeze too tight around her breasts.

when tex does the neck crack thing 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰