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[bringslife]

[regarding this meme]

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[there's something about dressing up when they end up places and this time, rose has chosen another dress that flatters. it's a boat neck to highlight her slim lines, bright red, and has a hem that shows off her legs. there are shoes that match, as well a lipstick that goes with, and with her hair on top of her head, she's done as he asked: dress for dinner.

he'd given her precious other hints, just that their location would glitter, so she'd wanted to match. now she steps into the console room of the tardis and into his field of vision with a hesitant smile, performing a slow turn before turning just a bit bashful.

she remembers the last time she'd dressed up for him and the way he'd reacted. she's carried that look in his eyes with her ever since.]

It's okay?

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[timeslastsoldier]

[he takes a breath in through his nose at the touch and instinctively takes her wrist. It is too much. It will be too much. The world is spinning and they need to stop before it goes too far. But somehow he can't. Somehow he is caught in this joy ride.

Instead his hand trailed down her wrist, over her arm, moving to rest his fingertips against her neck where he could feel her fluttering pulse. Heat singed through him and they would both catch fire if he didn't pull back but he leaned in instead, tasting her in turn, though keeping some distance between their bodies, not much but enough]

[bringslife]

[ more than fluttering, her pulse is positively racing. she can hear it in her ears, the way her blood is moving through her body, causing heat to rise. the low edge of the dress over the rise of her breasts gives the perfect view of that pink blush, even as the kiss deepens. she can't stop touching him, her fingers tracing the same path over his neck as his do over hers.

she thinks she might never get tired of touching him. of being addicted to him. if this is the journey, she never wants to reach a destination.

there's a pause in the music and she breaks the kiss to blink up at him with wide eyes, caught up in the sensation of being kissed so thoroughly, she's sure she's forgotten her name. a shaky breath comes and she's afraid the spell is broken, even as her eyes take him in. there's too much space between them, she decides, and closes it, brushing her lips against the place her fingers had been touching a moment earlier. ]

[timeslastsoldier]

[he shivers without meaning to at the touch at his neck. Her fingers are somehow cool and hot at once. When she pulls away he takes a breath like it's his first. Like he's been under water for hours. It's a bad idea to open his eyes as he can see now the flush on her cheeks, gracing her neck, the tops of her breasts.

A thousand ideas whisper through his mind but he fights them back, only to have others replace them as she presses against him, small and lithe and unexpected, and while he adjusts his stance slightly there are some things she might notice. Her too soft lips against his neck and the hot brush of breath startle some sense into him and he takes her by the arms to put some space between them, to put some air]

Rose...

[and then the lights go out and the music dies in an eerie drone.]

That's unusual.

[and then they come back a moment later, dim and flickering. A pleasant voice over a loudspeaker says:

Please report to your assigned sleeping pods. For afternoon guests, one will be assigned to you. Do not resist. Thank you.]

Looks like something's happening. [he grins] Fantastic.

[except instead of stopping the feeling racing through him, the adrenaline only seems to heighten it and when he takes Rose's hand on instinct, a heated shock goes through him that's difficult to ignore completely]

[bringslife]

[ she feels the rejection in the way he says her name, doing her best to steady her breathing before she has to accept it verbally, already nodding her head in agreement with whatever he's going to say.

this is wrong. this isn't us. this isn't how it goes. we can't. we shouldn't--. on and on, she can hear the excuses before he makes them, even as he holds her arms. then the lights go out and she automatically looks in the direction of where the crowd should be. it gives her a distraction from the immense disappointment taking over and, when they (sort of) come back, she looks back at him, confused. ]

Happening? [ it's true, he's always played a little fast and loose with the word 'fantastic', but she doesn't pull back when he takes her hand. ] What they mean by sleeping pods?

[timeslastsoldier]

No idea. [well some idea but that was a few faces ago and a discussion he didn't want to have and he couldn't remember if the renovation had happened yet or not.]

Let's find out. [they could resist later. He waits cheerfully as they are rounded up by some robot customer service agents who, in a friendly way, guided them down a series of translucent halls. Being customer service agents in an enlightened time they were also equipped with hidden tasers, but as he didn't plan on any resistance right off the bat, he didn't mind.

He found himself drawing her hand to his lips more than once, kissing her knuckles, the side of her thumb, the back of her wrist. Every time he did it he had to firmly tell himself to knock it off, but every time the urge came back like an addiction and he found himself indulging in it again.

He was hyper aware of her beside him, every step, every displacement of air and shift in movement and expression. The more he thought of a sleeping pod the less sure he was that it was a good idea to be put in one with her, in close quarters, with nothing but the heat of her skin and very little to stop things that shouldn't happen from happening.


But he also didn't want to risk her getting tazed.

And he also had a little niggling thought, a half memory about something he should be more aware of and would never be satisfied until that question was answered. Risk and reward, as someone wise had said]

I don't know about you but this is shaping up brilliantly.

[he found himself saying that against the smooth skin of her palm and dropped their still joined hands again. It definitely was going to go pear shaped if he didn't control himself]

[bringslife]

[ every time he raised her hand to his lips, she nearly tripped over her own feet in an attempt to watch him do it. she was enthralled by the way he couldn't stop doing it and the effect he was having on her was unlike anything she could remember experiencing with anyone else. it was a promise held with every single brush of his mouth over her skin - which felt like it was on fire - and she drank it in.

rose had no idea what they were meant to do in a sleeping pod, though she knew that sleep was the last thing on her mind. it drifted further away with every glance at the doctor and, as their robot stopped in front of a single pod, the door opened and she was finally distracted enough to peer inside, but only barely. ]

Here?

[ inside was spacious enough for what she might have called a california king sized bed, a lot of pillows for comfort and and plush comforters. it was, she had to admit, incredibly inviting, though she's aware that if she climbs inside, there's going to be a distinct lack of self control on her part... and it's clear she's not meant to enter alone. ]

Sir Doctor and Wife.

[ the service agent intones much like the maitre'd had and rose doesn't correct them, either, instead asking a question:] How long?

[ she's not aware of the tasers. ]

[timeslastsoldier]

Looks cozy. [too much so. dangerously so. And what was with the doors? No what was with the doors? He filed that away for hopefully not too much later and smiled at the service agent]

Can we get something in blue?


[Please, enter, it repeated with patience. He thought he could hear the low hum of the tazer. He could escort Rose in and let the doors close behind her but he preferred to be with her now and there was something about those doors really bothering him]

Right.

Suppose we'll find out.

[he squeezed her hand and stepped inside in the very narrow space to stand between them and the very dangerous bed. The door shut closed behind them and sealed with a hiss that-- was actually very odd --

but the pod was hot. Or perhaps that was just him.

He looked down at her about to ask her if she wanted to pass the time with cards but anything he might have said dissolved into nothing. His lips were on hers, his hand was at the small of her back, pressing her against him in the small space. It was too much. Too much and not enough and he was getting hungry for more.]

[bringslife]

[ the pod was warm and rose was grateful that the dress she was wearing was mostly short and didn't cover much up top - thoughts that went through her head briefly as she was suffused with heat from his kiss again. his hands, something she's always loved about him, feel like they're drawing her into him, a sensation she doesn't mind in the least.

unable to help herself, rose moans into the kiss, her breath coming in a gasp as she pauses to take in air, kissing him again with even more fervor. her own hands go wandering; past his coat, under his jumper, to bare skin. it's remarkably warm and she draws her nails across his abdomen, thrilling in the excitement of touching him, a giddy shiver racing through her. nails skate over his sides to his back, where she drags them gently. it's a subconscious movement of drawing him closer, something she knows she wants and can't have while upright and dressed. ]

Doctor-- [ it comes out a whisper as she pulls back, slightly breathless. ] The bed is big enough for the two of us.

[she doesn't realize that anything might be wrong with the doors. ]

[timeslastsoldier]

[it's dangerous, a moan like that, hands like that, spreading warmth and fire. He sucks in a hissing breath at the scrape of her nails, knowing he should stop it, knowing he should-- but he doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything and thoughts are slipping into the haziness of this moment, this brilliant, fantastic, regrettable moment.

He pulls back from the kiss, listening to her breathlessness, knowing that's not how breathless she will be. He smirks a bit at her words, slipping his arm from the back of her neck to the small of her back.]

Maybe it is...

[he moves to sit on the bed, letting his hands skim over her hips, then inch up her outer thighs, slightly tucked under the dress, feeling the heat of her skin]

But you look better up there.

[he wants to make it hotter for her, to stroke the core of heat inside her until it's all she can feel]

He leaned up, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, letting it linger, tasting her skin, drinking her in]

[bringslife]

[ rose can't help the surge of triumph she feels when he reacts that way to her touch - to the way her nails scratch over his skin and she thinks that maybe the timelord isn't immune to feelings and emotions and perhaps a bit of sexual appetite now and again. that she's the one to bring it out in him makes her giddy on the inside and sends her stomach into spirals.

the tables are turned the moment he sits, though, and she's left to look down at him. it's sensitive skin he's touching, the parts of her legs that are meant to be covered by the skirt of her dress. she's not wearing anything underneath but a small pair of panties and only those so she wouldn't show any lines. the butterflies in her stomach have taken full flight and she looks down at the doctor with a sudden tenderness added to the want and hunger she feels.

her hands come up to cup his head as he tastes her, tilting her head slightly so he has access to the full length of her throat and arc of her collar. it causes her to lean in just a little, eyes closing against the dizzy feeling that washes over her at the way his mouth feels on her. his name comes out a whisper. ]

Oh, Doctor...