They were so close, now, she could

They were so close, now, she could feel his breath on her face. If she dared, she could lift herself up on her toes and capture his mouth in a kiss. Her blood was suddenly pulsing in her veins, hot and fast. His pupils were blown wide and she could tell he, too, felt the effects of their proximity. Her skin burned under the heat of his hand. She licked her lips. With no small amount of satisfaction, she noted his gaze following the path of her tongue, before shifting back to meet her eyes. His lips parted briefly, as if to speak before slamming shut. He took a wide step back, removing his hand from her, and the spell was broken.

He brushed imaginary lint off of his jacket and cleared his throat. “You've probably still got marking to do, so I… I’ll see myself out, as it were.”

Since the TARDIS was only a few feet away, there was no point in offering to walk him to the door. She hid still-trembling hands behind her back. “See you Wednesday, then?”

He gave a thin smile. “Wednesday.”

After the familiar whooshing sound had ceased, Clara collapsed onto the couch. She was utterly drained and it wasn't from chasing after children in the Forest-that-was-London. Her skin was tingling with the aftershocks of the moment they had shared. She contemplated calling Danny over for a romp, but it seemed perverse to seek his touch while craving someone else’s.

Her fingers traced a path from her shoulder, down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She tried to imagine it was The Doctor’s slender hands on her, if he had not stopped himself. She pictured him tilting down to brush his lips to hers, a test to see if he would still be welcome. She would have given him his answer, framing his face (more weathered now, but no less desirable than he’d ever been) with her hands. She would have kissed him firmly, then, teasing his lips with her tongue until they parted. Clara wondered how this Doctor would taste. Sharp, savory and refined, she thought, maybe just a little bit bitter. Like a fine red wine.

結果 (中文) 1:

他们是这么亲密，现在，她能在她的脸上感觉到他的呼吸。如果她敢她可以在她的脚趾上抬起自己和捕获他嘴里吻。她的血液突然里跳动着她的脉，热和快速。他的学生被吹大，她能告诉他，也觉得他们的接近度的影响。她的皮肤烧伤了下他的手热。她舔了舔她的嘴唇。没有少量的满意，她注意到之前移回以满足她的眼睛下面的路径的她的舌头，他的目光。他的嘴唇分开简单地说，好像要说话之前砰击关闭。他花了宽后退一步，从她，删除他的手和魔咒被打破了。他从他的夹克拂假想皮棉，清了清嗓子。"你仍然可能已经得到了标记来做，因此我。......我会请留步，好像好了"。由于 TARDIS 只有几英尺远，还有没有点不失时机地送他到门口。她把仍然颤抖的手藏在她的背后。"看你星期三，然后呢?"他淡淡地笑了笑。"星期三"。熟悉的嗖嗖声停止后，克拉拉倒在沙发上。她完全失去了血色，不是从在森林-，-是-伦敦儿童追逐。她的皮肤被刺痛与他们分享的时刻的余震。她仔细考虑了 Danny 在呼吁轻易取胜，但似乎反常寻求他的触摸而渴望别人的。她的手指追溯了从她的肩膀下她的手臂，留下的鸡皮疙瘩, 的路径。她试着想象这是医生的纤纤素手在她身上，如果他不停止了自己。她想象他倾斜到刷到她，一个测试，看看是否他还会欢迎他的嘴唇。她给了他他的答案，用她的双手诬陷他的脸 (更风化了，但没有少可取比他曾经去过)。她会吻过他坚定地，然后，逗弄他的嘴唇与她的舌头，直到他们分手了。克莱拉想知道这位医生会尝起来如何。尖锐、 咸味和成品，她想，也许只是一点点苦。像好的红酒。

結果 (中文) 3:

他们是如此接近，现在，她可以感觉到他的呼吸在她的脸上。如果她敢，她可以抬起自己的脚趾，并捕捉他的嘴在一个吻。她的血液在她的血管中突然搏动，热而快。他的学生们被吹得很宽，她也能告诉他，他也感受到了他们的距离。她的皮肤灼伤了他的手。她舔了舔嘴唇。她用不小的满足感，注意到自己的目光追随着自己的舌头，然后再转回去见她的眼睛。他的嘴唇简要，仿佛之前关闭说话。他退后一步，从她手中拿下他的手，这个咒语被打破了。他把想象中的绒毛从外套上刷掉，然后清了清嗓子。“你可能仍然有标记做，所以我..我会看到自己，因为它是。”由于TARDIS是只有几英尺远的地方，有没有一点他走到门口。她躲在背后，双手颤抖的双手。“那你星期三见吧？“他淡淡的微笑。“星期三。”在熟悉的呼呼声停止了，克拉拉倒在沙发上。她完全耗尽了，这并不是在伦敦的森林里追逐孩子的。她的皮肤在与他们分享的那一刻的余震中被刺痛了。她想叫丹尼在嬉闹，但似乎不合常理寻求他的触摸而渴望别人的。她的手指追踪路径从她肩上，顺着她的手臂，留下一路的鸡皮疙瘩。她试着想象一下，如果他没有自己的话，那是医生对她的纤细的手。她想象着他倾了下来，将自己的唇向她的脸上，看看他是否还会受到欢迎。她会给他一个答案，使他的脸（更风化了现在，但不太理想了，比他曾经）与她的手。她会一直吻他，然后，用她的舌头，直到他们分开他的嘴唇。克拉拉想知道这个医生会怎样。夏普，咸味和精致，她想，也许只是一点点苦。像一个红葡萄酒。