[ She'll lead him right into her room and only let go of his hand to flop onto her bed. In a sit. And then scoot back and pat the mattress for him to join her. ]
Jacket off. [ In case he tries to flop down with it still on. ]
I'm... yeah. I'm just. Tired. You know? The running is great when I've got you t'run with but... It's exhausting in a not-nice way when it's alone. Been here ages now, but I still can't shake how it felt.
[He shrugs the well-worn jacket off and gently sets his shoes aside, immediately wondering if that isn't a ploy to draw him closer to her for warmth. If it is, it worked. He sits shoulder to shoulder with her.]
All that time apart that I haven't lived through yet, you mean?
[And I love you for it, he says without saying, curling a little closer to her.]
Every second's closer to our last. We don't know how much time we've got in this questionable sanctuary.
[He's not saying this to be a jerk. He's looking down and scrutinizing her lovely features, worry creeping into his voice. He really hates dealing with departures and uncertainty, and he doesn't want to miss another chance.]
[ Though it's said a bit quick, a bit stubbornly... There's an underlying impression that maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe it's turned into what's helped shape who she is now. ]
[ She watches him for a moment, before finally dropping back down to lay down, once more looking up than down or across. She seems ... thoughtful. Contemplating. She doesn't even smirk or smile to his quip of terrible knitting.
Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]
[ There isn't really any doubt that he wouldn't be down for it, honestly. Not since his confession, since they're snog in public. But it's quite a relief really, to have him actively leaning into it, participating and not ... well. Just not. She smiles when he mutters her name. She always liked it on that silly, Northern accent. ]
[ Floodgates are for squares, anyway. She much prefers them open like this, for him to kiss her like this and for her to kiss him right back, arms wiggling up and around his neck, pulling him, rolling them both until he's half banked on top of her- at least his upper half. Who doesn't like a good snog in the sheets, anyway? Cause this is allowed now. She can kiss him and not feel guilty, feel like she'll hurt him- his hearts. Or heart, right now. ]
[How long had it been since he'd felt this with someone? He gently rocked against her, trying to calm his hands' itch to wander. He stayed steady against her back, not doing much more than rubbing the base of it through her shirt.
It's distractingly warm here without the leather barrier between them. He can feel that thrum of life and he wants to cherish it. Cherish her.]
[ He's got a point. It's much warmer here without the jacket in the way. Not that she doesn't love the jacket, of course. But it's quiet nice, being able to feel him properly.
She can also feel her cheeks warming up at that admission. Funny, she doesn't blush for anyone else, really. Just him. ]
[Best news he's ever heard, he thinks as their noses brush. He sighs softly against her lips, then redoubles his efforts to know her face as intimately as he can. He covers her with needy kisses, fingers thoughtlessly slipping up the back of her shirt.
His fingers curl slightly when he realises, knuckles grazing the base of her spine.]
[ She really doesn't mind the handsy, get-to-re-know-you touches. Really, she honestly doesn't, he can go right ahead and keep that up for as long as he likes. She'll return it in kind, finding a sort of thrill in being able to touch him, to kiss him with tongue and dig her fingers into the skin of his shoulders. When had her hands gotten all the way up the back of his own shirt? Good question.
[He hasn't often missed having two hearts and a respiratory bypass system, but now he does. Because his breath's been stolen away by the girl beneath him.
She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
She'd be loathe to let anyone else get that right. The privilege of being able to touch and explore him. So she sighs when he kisses her, groans when his mouth finds her neck. Cheap thrills, she kept telling herself. Or the most expensive, depending on how you looked at it.
Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
The Doctor meets her eyes and considers all this carefully. She's so eager, so vibrant, and it'd be foolish to deny what he wants. What she wants too, by the looks of it. So he answers with a broad grin.
"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
She might not even mind if he lapsed in gentle/rough calculations, to be honest. Though she really doesn't mind how it is now, either. But as soon as he's gotten her topless, the nerves start to creep back. Which is odd, since she's fairly sure there hadn't been any last time. Except this is ... different. Different in a way, just as impossible, but different.
His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
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[He finally smiles again as he follows her.]
You all right? Other than the scuffle with the elder Doctor.
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Jacket off. [ In case he tries to flop down with it still on. ]
I'm... yeah. I'm just. Tired. You know? The running is great when I've got you t'run with but... It's exhausting in a not-nice way when it's alone. Been here ages now, but I still can't shake how it felt.
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[He shrugs the well-worn jacket off and gently sets his shoes aside, immediately wondering if that isn't a ploy to draw him closer to her for warmth. If it is, it worked. He sits shoulder to shoulder with her.]
All that time apart that I haven't lived through yet, you mean?
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... Yeah, that. I mean- there's a good year or so between when you- regenerate. But.
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[He sighs heavily.]
Before the war, the Time Lords didn't like me much. They pulled me from Jamie---I told him when we were in Vanaheim.
Now that there's no higher authority, the universe still sees fit to separate us. Can't win.
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Came back for a bit, though. Universe can't tell me what t'do forever.
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[And I love you for it, he says without saying, curling a little closer to her.]
Every second's closer to our last. We don't know how much time we've got in this questionable sanctuary.
[He's not saying this to be a jerk. He's looking down and scrutinizing her lovely features, worry creeping into his voice. He really hates dealing with departures and uncertainty, and he doesn't want to miss another chance.]
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[ She's pushing up now, even as he looks down at her, sitting up until their only point of contact is where their knees touch. ]
The whole point is that I don't want to think about it.
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[ Though it's said a bit quick, a bit stubbornly... There's an underlying impression that maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe it's turned into what's helped shape who she is now. ]
... Occupyin' myself might be better.
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[He leans his face against his hand, eying her speculatively.]
I can spend time with you any way you like. Reading, tossing things, knitting...
...well, maybe not the knitting. I'm awful with it. But I'm here with you.
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Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]
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His free hand settles in her hair, gently combing through it, and when they break...he's pressed close, very down with this.]
Oh, Rose.
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Yes, Doctor.
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But how far does that instinct go? The floodgate is opening, and now he's kissing her again, eager to claim those cute pouting lips.]
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It's distractingly warm here without the leather barrier between them. He can feel that thrum of life and he wants to cherish it. Cherish her.]
I never say this to anyone, Rose.
But I need you.
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She can also feel her cheeks warming up at that admission. Funny, she doesn't blush for anyone else, really. Just him. ]
That makes two'f us then.
[ His nose is getting a bump from her own. ]
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His fingers curl slightly when he realises, knuckles grazing the base of her spine.]
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She's got no fucking clue. ]
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She's gorgeous, of course. Always has been. And she's warm and alive and here, touching this body of his like no one has before.
He explores her mouth thoroughly, then traces the lightest little kisses along her jaw. A deeper one at the base of her neck. And his hands roam, so curious to know more.
That's what she wants, right?
He sets a hand on the hem of her shirt, pulling back to meet her eyes and ask.]
Yeah?
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Confusion twists her expression at his request for the briefest of moments, already so wrapped up in rhings that it seemed silly for them to have to stop. So she grins a grin full of tongue and teeth and shifts enough for her shirt to not be pinned in the slightest.
"I think you can just assume everything from here on is going to be a yes, Doctor."
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"Same here."
He doesn't quite take all the time in the world, but he's very careful not to be too rough with her. He skims strong fingers over her back as he eases her shirt over her head...then wastes no time unclasping her bra. Minor inconvenience, that.
He doesn't leave too long for her to get cold---instead, he's gently cupping the sides of her breasts, exploring her shoulders, spreading his hands over as much of her skin as possible and loving it.
Each touch sealed with a kiss grazing over her collar, her breast, her stomach. Yeah, it's definitely been years.
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His kisses are indulged upon though, hands lifting to slide against his shoulders, up and over his head to rake through the short cropped hair there, resisting the urge to kiss his crown- at least for now. She wants to let him explore, to do what he wants and drag it out-- well. Maybe not that much. But for now, she'll just soak it in, smiling away above him like an utter loon.
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He's seen something like this look before, but never quite like this. She's...well...
"...blimey, you look beautiful," he whispers tenderly, trailing his fingers through the ends of her hair as he remembers a night from long ago.
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