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[His eyebrows go up a bit because he has no idea and sort of just wants to eat apples now but if she wants to try apples and honey 'first' then his utter lack of ideas means he agrees and nods.] Yeah. Yeah, I'll get a... [He shrugs out of his coat and tosses it over to the table and looks for something to cut up the apples with. Better to just literally start with... apples. This is weird.]

[She gets a knife out of the drawer and hands it over to him, handle first, the tips of her fingers on the blade. She swallows hard and takes a shaky breath. Now that they're here, she's not sure how they're supposed to go about this. She toe-heels her shoes off, shoving them off to the side. If he's got his jacket off she ought to have something off too, right? Except she's still got a hoody on so she unzips it and tosses it over with his jacket so that she's barefoot, in jeans and a tank top. It's not exactly naked.] I could--should I--I'll--[Talking is weird and she gets the honey out of the bag and takes the top off, dipping her finger in a bit. Should she--no that would be much too much with the pushing. So she immediately puts her finger in her mouth and then she thinks that's too much except she's got no idea how to make this less awkward so she's just going to stand there with her finger in her mouth for a second.]

[He's going to cut up some slices of apples and probably got a bowl down while he was waiting on her with the knife and puts them in that. Just cuts up a couple of them though, since... Well. And then leaves the mess there and turns to slide the bowl down the counter toward her and-- oh. What? She's lost some clothes and has... Oh. Oh. Okay. He tentatively - and without removing his eyes off her with her finger in her mouth for a second - brings the hand not holding the bowl of apples up and slides his tie down so he can pull it over his head. And... Drops it on the floor. Now what.] Ta-- Is that tasty?

[Give her a second because tie...on the floor. Her eyes go wide and she nods a second before she takes her finger out of her mouth.] Ye-yeah.

[Words are hard okay. She hesitates, watching him the whole time, before she dips her finger in the honey again and holds it up, her other hand underneath her finger to catch drips.] Taste.

[This shouldn't be so hard. It's something she would have done and has done before but now she can't think of anything except that he can taste *more* than she can and she wonders how she tastes. She is also literally biting her tongue against asking him that.]

[He sees the honey dripping and sort of half lunges forward to catch it before he sees her other hand there to catch drips, and then remembers what it is they're doing. He doesn't quite back up, but he pauses for a few seconds, before slowly walking over to her, eyes bouncing between her face and her proffered finger, and... pauses, again, but closes his mouth over it, tasting the honey by basically just licking the finger as he pulls his mouth off. He swallows, looking around the floor area.] Th-Th-... Very go- very tasty. [He's still sort of registering what just happened and what was honey and what was Rose and so he just sort of vaguely gestures to the other 'dipping' things.] What did you want to try?

[She couldn't look anywhere but he face if she tried and processing his question is much harder than it should be. Her brow furrows as she glances between the other things to him.] Uhm...

[And she takes a step forward, sort of accidentally stepping on his feet but since she's barefoot it doesn't much matter. Her forearms and elbows sort of awkwardly collide with his chest but when she tilts her face up, she finds his mouth easily enough. It's a cautious kiss, not certain that this is all okay. She slips the tip of her tongue just the slightest bit into his mouth, lips still pressed cautiously, lightly against his, eyes closing as the sweetness of the honey and the warmth of his mouth washes over her.]

[He takes a second because he hadn't gestured over... here, the things were on the counter and then --- oh. Me. I'm the thing. Okay. And honey. She's not heavy and it does seem a bit like she's climbing him with her forearms and elbows on his chest, but then she's manoeuvred to where she wanted and he is entirely okay with being the thing. He sort of opens his mouth a bit more - because he knows there's more honey and Rose is all over in front of him and there is a sort of sensory thing happening where he's soaked in Rose which is always a good thing.]

[The awkward becomes a bit less awkward when he relaxes into it and her hands slide up his chest to come to a rest on his shoulders. She tip toes up into the kiss a bit more, sort of standing on his feet and making the kiss a bit deeper. She slides one hand to the curve of his neck, fingers sliding a bit into his hair. There's a little sound of appreciation in the back of her throat and then a few moments later, one of almost frustration as she breaks the kiss breathlessly.] Better than with apples?

[Honestly he almost couldn't have not relaxed into it. One arm wraps around her middle-to-lower back to support her against him while she stands on his feet and then her hands in his hair again which is the best feeling and he needs a couple of moments even after she breaks the kiss to get his thoughts together so he can form coherent sentences. And work out why he's breathless too; he really shouldn't be.] S.. So much better.

[She's pretty sure she's tingling all over from the tip of her toes up to her head. His breathlessness and that slightly stutter on his words makes her a little giddy because she, Rose Tyler, is responsible for that. She bites her bottom lip and nods a bit, not moving away.] Think we ought to have the real thing now. Just to test. [And she leans over, stretching a bit so that she doesn't have to move from the spot she's in right now to nab an apple out of the bowl and dip it into the honey. She brings it back over to them, dripping with honey and making a mess then holds it out to him.]

[For an entire second he has no idea what she means by 'the real thing' because all of that seemed quite real in a slightly dizzying, out-of-body experience kind of way. He doesn't quite get to nodding his agreement until she's already leaning back with the apple slice. He regards it as it drips honey on his shirt and then leans forward to take a bite out of it, looking at her as he chews and already he's more clear-headed.] Not really sure it compares.

[She really should have chosen her words better because he has a point. He may be more clear headed but with him watching her that way, she's far from clear headed. She's still utterly fuzzy, entirely warm and a bit dizzy. It's a fantastic feeling. His answer makes her smile as she leans back over to dip the other half of the apple slice in the honey. She doesn't take a bite until she's straightened up again. Honestly if he were to let go, she'd end up falling at this point. She takes a bite, licking the honey from her lips and nods.] Think you're right. No comparison but I might need another taste to tell for sure. [She's looking up at him and by the look on her face, clearly not talking about apples.]

[What is it with them and eating and kissing.]

[Well that's just flirting, right there. Not that everything they've been doing hasn't been, but that one is clearer and blatant-er and that might be because he feels a little less confused by things in general right now. The whole walk around the supermarket and on the way over there was a lot of time to think - over think, really - but now that there isn't, it's better. Easier. He takes about half a moment to sort of just appreciate the look on her face and then leans down a bit

and licks her cheek instead.] Nope. Definitely doesn't. Much better than apples.

[And that makes her laugh out loud. She grabs hold of his sleeve, still giggling.] My turn.

[And she tip toes up and lick his jawline.] Mmmmm, apples are jealous.

And they can continue to be so as far as I'm concerned. There are far more interesting things to be had in the room at the moment than apples. Far more blonde things. Tasty things. Slightly foundationy things, but the chemistry makes up for that.

[She winces slightly and ducks her head, turning the slightest bit pink.] Sorry 'bout that. I'll have to find less foundationy tasting foundation to put on. [She bites her bottom lip and looks up at him.] Hadn't realized I'd get tasted today. Not complainin'. 'Sides what 'bout all the Doctory things in the room? [She waggles her eyebrows the slightest bit at him then tiptoes a bit more and licks his cheek then nibbles a bit at his ear lobe.]

[She's adorable when she's being all pink and yellow.] Wasn't really expecting to do a whole lot of tasting today myself. Really it's not too bad as far as most of your normal make-up can be concerned. [He might have continued but she does that eyebrow waggle thing and then gets very close again and oh wow.] Doctory things, yeah. Lots of ingredients. In foundation. [That arm helping support her is holding just a little bit tighter.]

[She runs her hands up into her hair.]

Lots of ingredients in Doctory things too. [She pulls back a bit to smile at him.] Think I like the way they taste better than foundationy things.

[Hah yeah that clearheadedness is mostly gone again...]

Well, I'll be sure to stop wearing foundationy things then.

[Clearheadedness is over rated, Doctor. She grins at him.]

Is that givin' me permission to do this when I want then?

[You may never be clearheaded again, Doctor.]

[He hadn't even started thinking ahead to the possibility of multiple occurrences or repeats. The fact that she seems to be is kind of amazing.] I think... It would be very difficult to turn that down under the circumstances.

[She's had years to think about this. Not plan, necessarily but think of it. She tiptoes back up to rest her cheek against his and whisper in his ear.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[She's also stalling, a bit and giving them both a chance to get used to this, the idea of this. She doesn't want either of them to regret this later. Nor does she want minds to be changed. Slow, lots of permission and easy teasing is better in the long run regardless of how much she wants to push faster and harder. It's part of the reason she keeps her cheek pressed to his but the other reason is because she wants to savor every single part of this. She wants to savor the way he feels against her, the way he tastes and smells and sounds. Later, whatever happens, she doesn't want to loose any of this. It creates a feeling of overwhelming love, desperation and nerves not to mention a good deal of flirting and teasing.]

[He doesn't feel quite as silly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath when she's this close and cheek to cheek and can't see him doing it. She can probably feel the breath, but the eyes part, no. Because this is a bit different. They'd kissed before, but had been possessed, so it didn't count. And all the mid-, post-, pre-danger hugging was there before, but that was different too. Half the time it was out of sheer exuberance, and the other half a combination of 'yes this is a living person', 'yes this is the correct living person', and 'wow I really like this person'. This... This is contact for the sake of contact, and as tactile as he is, that is something he's grown unaccustomed to having in several ways over this more recent segment of his life in particular. Slowness is good, and unspoken, and he can feel those little human hormones every now and then and marvels at her willingness to be so slow about it all. But for the moment, he's going to let his head fall forward a little so that it's resting in the crook of her neck - actually with the height difference it sort of feels like lying down, which is kind of nice - and let a little of all the tension ease out.]

[She does feel the deep breath he takes but she's not really sure what it's about. Maybe relief, maybe control--although it will be a long while before she believes she'll ever be able to make him use any of his control. For all she knows, he's smelling her, which isn't as weird as she would have thought before she met the Doctor. If he can taste more things than she can, it would make sense to her that he can smell more things as well.

When he rests his head in the crook of her neck, everything in her softens. She slides one hand down the back of his neck to rest on his back between his shoulders. Her other hand rests at the back of his neck, fingers still massaging his neck and through his hair. She turns her head just a bit to place a kiss against his head and rests with her lips against his hair. She takes her own deep breath and lets it out. Now there's just love and a deep, absolute contentment. This is what she ripped through dimensions for: this man. Not because he's an alien or the Doctor or because he could take her places. Just for him.

It feels like they stand there that way for several seconds before she speaks, her words just a whisper.]

Let's go lay down. Get me off your feet. Just layin' down.

[It's a different sort of hug but it's still a fantastic one. As though it could be anything less with the pair of them being so well-versed and whatnot. He may very well be taking advantage of the closeness to smell, but it wasn't the initial point of it. Just a happy sort of relief and letting some of the awkwardness bleed out of things - staying in the moment through conscious physical awareness instead of letting the mind wander forward.

It is a while before he hears her whisper. The sentences seem to be less alarming as she continues on with them, although there's a sort of reluctance to move in addition to considering things that prevents an answer for a couple of seconds. His isn't so much a whisper - doubt he can actually do that when it isn't something lives depend on - but it is quiet.] Okay.

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connection spazzed last night. Sorry!

no worries. I went to bed a bit early anyhow; my eyes wouldn't stop crossing

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