This time it was Robin's turn to nearly lose control. The Doctor had turned her own trick against her, breathing the words into her ear intimately. She could feel the stubble on his cheeks gently brushing against her, a little scratchy but not unpleasant in the slightest. The Doctor smelled of mint and honey and that something extra... Perhaps it was time itself.<br/><br/>Another shiver traveled over her as his hand first brushed along her exposed leg and then trailed back up her hip and to the bare skin of her back. His hand was smooth and cool, a nice contrast to the heat she could feel coloring her skin. But that same smile was touching her lips, the smile that spoke to the truth of what the Doctor was saying... Trouble.<br/><br/>He broke his own spell, though, as he joked about her bum and looked into her eyes. She laughed, only a slight tremor audible in the light sound. Then she heard the music change and she pulled herself closer to the Doctor.<br/><br/>"Are there going to be..." she breathed on his neck, her fingers tugging away from his shoulder and tracing a light trail to the exposed skin at his throat, before reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, "Fireworks?"