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[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.

[She takes a step back, looking up to him and reaching out to take his hand in hers before she takes a couple more steps backwards then turns and heads toward the hammock. She figures it's less intimidating than either of their bedrooms as the moment.

She promises, as soon as they get in the hammock she'll settle back in so he can put his head in the crook of her neck again. Cuddling is good, Doctor.]

[Yes, much less intimidating. She does do this well. At this point Rose's bedroom is still entirely Rose's room and requires the knocking and respectable not-going-in-there that such distinctions require.

Good. Because he was sort of hoping that would happen. He's been enjoying that so far. There's probably a moment of working out how to do that, as there might be limbs and ...things. I don't know how they're lying down. But in general there is another person there anyway and continuing with the super awareness.

He's relearning that very quickly. Cuddling and food are gaining points in goodness.]

[Well she learned how to do this with his Ninth self. She feels the same way about his room right now. There are boundaries for both of them. The living room with it's hammock bed is a comfortable neutral zone.

She'll get in first, lying kind of on her side and pat the space next to her so that he can climb in and lie down beside her. Once he's there and sort of settled back with his head in the crook of her neck, she drapes one leg over him, her bare foot against his calf. Her free arm ends up across his chest, fingers back in his hair, her head bowed against the side of his head. It's all very comfortable and very wrapped up in each other. She doesn't speak for a while but when she does, it starts with a soft laugh.]

Bet the honey, caramel and chocolate syrup are feelin' a bit left out right now.

[And clearly she doesn't care. There is no other way she'd rather be spending the evening. The world can feel left out if it wants. Right now there's just her, him and this room: their own little Universe. It's the only universe she really needs.]

They just wish they had a Rose-blanket.

[It's very easy to fall into the own-little-universe mentality when Rose is around. They've been doing it since the last incarnation, when they weren't dancing in the second World War, and probably before. He's quite content with the aforementioned Rose-blanket, with his own arm around her playing with the ends of her hair and his other hand resting right near hers on his chest.]

[She laughs a little, the feeling of giddiness definitely seeping through all the contentment. She fiddles with the buttons on his shirt. He loosened his tie earlier when they were trying to determine how many clothes they should take off and now she has better access to the buttons on his shirt. She might even be daring enough to undo the top one.

Yeah, they picked up the own-little-universe thing rather quickly. She's in no hurry to change that.]

Think I'm partial to the whole Doctor-bed. Could get spoiled you know.

[It's part warning, part permission asking and part just letting him know she likes this. She doesn't realize he can feel her emotions and pheromones yet.]

[He might be hyper-aware enough of everything right now to have a small pulse increase if she's that daring.]

I hadn't noticed.

[Yeah and he's lucky she hasn't realised that, and that she's not directing them toward him specifically, and that they aren't directly touching now that they've gotten more comfortable with touching. As it is he's back to a fairly murky sort of headedness still anyway.]

Wouldn't want you getting spoiled though. Might lose the new-new quality.

[The top button gets unbuttoned and she slides her fingers just inside his collar, fingertips tracing the hollow of his throat and along the edge of his collarbone. She gives him an unamused look at the last comment. If he's paying attention to her feelings there's a bit of panic that she swallows down. There's a fear that maybe admitting how much she likes this might have scared him. She pushes that back beneath the unamused look.]

Not really the sort of thing you get tired of. It's a bit like traveling with you and I never got tired of that.

[Oh nevermind. Quite less lucky. Or more, depending on how you look at it. But since she is touching him, the unamusement is more sharply noticed, and he turns his head to look at her partially because of that and partially because she seems to have taken his words quite a bit more seriously than he was intending.]

Forever, yeah?

[There's a little bit of delight in his pulse quickening underneath her fingertips and it sends a sharp spike of desire running through her that she has to bite her bottom lip against. It takes every bit of self control she has to keep from dipping her head and kissing that spot where his pulse skips along. Sorry, Doctor. She is still touching him during this.

And this his words divert every thought coherent or otherwise in her head. They take her breath away, bring tears to her eyes and for a moment she feels like she'll come to pieces with all the love and all the happiness inside of her.He's never said forever before, only asked how long she was going to stay with him. She nods, still biting her bottom lip.]

Forever. [The word breaks a little with all of the emotion inside of her right now. She takes a sharp breath and dips her head, kissing him full and hard on his mouth.]

[Oh there was something that spiked through her and his breath caught and held for a second, slowly released and trying to pass it off as just another deep breath. It's hard though. What he just said apparently did more than assuage a passing fear; she's... She's jubilant. And... crying. Not... sure. But it's hard to think when she is running fingers along collarbone and through hair and pushing all her emotions and thoughts of how happy she is with him at him. He's working hard to appear far less affected than he is - not that hard, since she's in a similar state, albeit an emotional one.

The kiss though, he doesn't have any... thing, for. He wasn't expecting it, was already a bit overwhelmed, and really all he can do is freeze for a second and then quickly start to return it, arm that wasn't already wrapped around her coming over to also wrap around her as he twists to face her better. It's a few seconds before he pulls away, lying on his back for a moment and out of breath.]

[As if she weren't already breathless before, she's practically gasping for breath when he pulls away and she's more on top of him than she was before. It takes her several moments to collect her thoughts to the point that she can make real words.]

Sorry. I jus'--[Words are good because mostly there's still just that jubilation he felt early combined with an undercurrent of desire that's more muted that it was a moment ago because happiness overtakes everything else for Rose. ] You've never said it before. Always just asked how long I was gonna stay. [And then panic as she takes a shallow breath, thoughts and feelings and words tumbling over each other.] It's good. It jus' surprised me. In a good way.

[He's not going to get to catch his breath if she doesn't stop feeling so damn happy. And Jubliant. And excited. And now desirous -- DAMN. He swallows hard and listens to what she's saying as he works on his breathing.] I did. Ask. Always said forever. Started to just accept it. 'Sides. Lost you after that. Why'd I wanna do that again. [Still fairly heavily, but at least he's getting things out intelligibly.]

[Well now there's just absolute contentment and satisfaction and pride that finally, she's getting through to him. Working on the Doctor is Rose's main goal. She's been at it a long time trying to give him some measure of security. She rests her arm on his chest and her chin on her arm.]

Finally. Bit thick but you managed to get it. [It's said in a teasing tone.] Never want to do that again.

Hmm? Never wanna do w... What, again? [He's talking before he's thinking now. Just give him a little bit. Almost back to normal on the breathing, he takes a chance looking over at her resting on his chest. She looks absolutely beaming - proud of herself and happy with him and all. He smiles at her.]

Good teacher.

Get lost again. You or me. [She doesn't mind. In fact, she thinks it's fairly adorable. It's a new side of the Doctor that she hasn't often seen. She likes this side of him. Of course that could be just because she feels very responsible for this side of him but then if she's very honest, she feels responsible for everything the Doctor does. She gives him a mischievous look, the tip of her tongue coming between her teeth as she grins at him.]

Got a good point there. You were bound to come along eventually.

[Well, this is directly her fault so she is entirely welcome to feel responsible. And she's adorable when she gives him looks like that.]

Should take that as a double compliment. Don't usually... Follow just anyone someplace.

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nn sorry got lost under the tldr notifs. and pottermore. and homework.

No worries! Sappy McSapperson incoming

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