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Bit of a tiff? Does he need a talking-to?

[The other comments sting a little, and he longs to make it up to her now. But protecting Rose always seems to come first.]

[ Now she laughs. ]

No- No he doesn't.

[ And she hates him for that. For putting her first like he does. Because she's stupidly stubborn and likes it that way. She'd take physical injury over the pain of losing him any day. ]

Will you stay with me? Tonight- I mean, tonight.

[ It's said in a rush, and quite out of the blue. ]

[Hm. He's slept over maybe once or twice in all this time. For people who know they're both in love, that's odd. But he's got a hunch that she means a little more this time. Natural progression.

The thought of it makes his nerves buzz with wonder, and after a moment he nods.]

Planning to sleep?

Aren't you?

[ It's a cover. A habitual one. They've shared beds before, in the past. But only for, very strictly, sleeping. Because often times they'd end up with one optional bed; and it wasn't like he'd slept that often before, anyway.

Except now it's ... different. Isn't it? They're in love, he's told her, kissed her. There was no need for her to feel defensive or awkward about wanting him over, was there? Besides, they could just. Lay together all night, and she'd probably be happy. So she takes his hand anyway, and starts to lead him off towards the bedroom. ]

I mean... I'd take a bit of Doctor-time. Like I said; s'been a while since I last saw you.

Take all the time you want tonight. I will.

[He finally smiles again as he follows her.]

You all right? Other than the scuffle with the elder Doctor.

[ 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.

Your house, your rules.

[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?

[ It totally is. Subconsciously. Maybe. But she'll lean against him all the same; that had been the point. ]

... Yeah, that. I mean- there's a good year or so between when you- regenerate. But.

After we were pulled apart.

[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.

[ She doesn't say anything to that. Just turns herself a little more and fits her head against his shoulder, arm sliding under and around his own. ]

Came back for a bit, though. Universe can't tell me what t'do forever.

You're far too stubborn and clever.

[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.]

Don't say that.

[ 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.

So...you want to forget? Or occupy yourself with something else?

I'll never forget it. Any of it.

[ 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.

...with?

[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.

[ 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. ]

[This doesn't surprise him much. He follows along, shifting his head just enough to compensate for his weight and kiss her properly.

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.

[ 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. ]

Yes, Doctor.

[All he wants now is to be close to Rose. He pulls her into his arms, holding her as if letting go would mean losing the universe.

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.]

[ 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.]

I never say this to anyone, Rose.

But I need you.

[ 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. ]

That makes two'f us then.

[ His nose is getting a bump from her own. ]

[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.

She's got no fucking clue. ]

[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.]

Yeah?

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