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I got too old for Santa when I was nine...'cept for the year I was twelve. I asked for a red bicycle. Anyway, haven't written a letter to Saint Nick since then but here in the City...I figger...why not?

No reason for me to put it on the network though.

[She's not surprised to find him in her room. She'd given him blanket permission just the day before so he'd have a place to lock himself away if he wanted to let his other self tinker in his room. She is surprised to find the Doctor asleep on his stomach, sprawled diagonally across her bed. The number of times she's caught him asleep can be counted on one hand and she knows he had to be exhausted to pass out here. Instead of waking him, she tiptoes across the room and curls up in a corner of the bed, her back against the headboard then slips a piece of paper and pen out of the nightstand next to her. She uses the book he was reading from last night as desk to start the letter to Santa that she's compelled to write.]

Dear Santa

[It's a formality for the simple sake of appearances and curses. She knows Santa can't deliver what she wants anymore then he delivered the red bicycle she loved so much]

My list this year is short.

*Real snow on Christmas Day. It doesn't happen as often to me and the Doctor as you think it might.

*I just want to know that Mum, Pete, Tony and Mickey are all right. It's okay that I won't see them again. I made that choice long time ago. Might be nice if you let them know I'm okay and I'm with the Doctor.

*~~Sex with~~ The Doctor. All of him. We're sort of this awkward stage of things, all wanting and no resolve. I want past that. I've waited a long time for it and done a lot of things to get here.

Sincerely,
Rose Tyler

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[Now there's a response to make you feel good about yourself. He's speaking a little lower. They are lying down right next to one another, after all.] That's good. Worrying over keeping track of you takes a fair bit of cognitive processing - distracting for other projects.

[She's glad she could oblige. She bites her bottom lip, grinning around it.] Like ultimately betrayin' me?

[There's no hint of seriousness in her voice. She knows he wouldn't really.]

[Dismissive noise.] Pft, yes. Totally. It's so distracting from all that betrayal I'm planning. [She's been biting her lip and grinning and doing the tip of the tongue thing which is what is actually distracting.]

[All the stuff she does when she's flirting and not actually really thinking about it.] Mmmmm soundin' a bit like I ought to be distractin' you with worry. To prevent the betrayal.

[He has to consider that for a moment, because he's actually distracted at the moment and also because it wasn't what he was expecting her to reply with.] You know what, ignore the inevitable betrayal. Let's make it evitable. You can just be distracting. Worry happens on my side, but the distracting is the thing you have the personal hold over.

[Oh that distracting grin she does, the one with the tip of her tongue and an almost evil sparkle in her eyes, it's happening now.] Depends on what's evitable, Doctor. Personal hold on distractin'...I think I'm likin' my part of the plan better.

[And then she moves the slightest bit closer, voice dipping a little in volume.] Don't think it's goin' to work on Donna or the other you so I'm only goin' to end up distractin' you.

[He's got a hold-over from the previous smug look still on his face, although it falters slightly when she moves and starts talking again. When she finishes speaking, his eyes come up to meet hers from where they'd been noting their new positions proximal to one another.] Oh yeah? [Ooh, that was a little squeaky. He lowers it to their lower-quiet tone.] I think I might actually be okay with that.

[Oh that was a very good answer and it shows on her face.] Might throw a kink in your plans.

[Which plans are those? She's not really sure. She's doing that confident 'I'm getting under his skin' thing though where she knows what she's doing to him and she's enjoying it.]

Since when have you not? Plans that work the way I plan them to are the worst sort of plans anyway. [She totally knows what she's doing and she's enjoying it and he's enjoying what she's doing on a slightly more oblivious, less aware level, but either way, good things are happening.] I like my plans kinky.

[She can't help the snort of laugh she lets out. Really Doctor!]

I'll remember that. You like your plans kinky.

[He's having a hard time restraining his own laugh, but it's coming out mostly as a grin/smirk. He tilts his torso so that he's leaning towards her a little more.] Good. You remember that.

[She's still got her hand on the curve of his neck; when he leans toward her a bit more, her other hand goes to his shoulder.]

You'll have to be patient with me. Might take me a bit to kink 'em up properly.

[So many double meanings there.]

Likely less time than you think.

[double meaning? What's that.]

Good thing too: you're much more patient than I am.

[She giggles a little at that, ducking her head a moment before looking back up at him.]

Yeah? Guess we'll have to find out.

[She shrugs a bit at his assertion that she's more patient than he.]

I've had to do things in the right order. S'good for patience.

[That whole response doesn't send his mind racing and leave him mildly flat-footed at all. It's like it only just now caught on to the extra layer of meaning.]

Oh, god, doing things in the right order. It's so... linear. I'd much rather circles and zig-zags.

[She likes doing that to him though, as long as he's not turning and running for the hills.]

I'll see what I can do 'bout the circles and the zig-zags. Don't want you gettin' bored.

[There's only a hint of worry there really. Mostly she's still teasing and flirting. She leans the slightest bit closer, head tilting up a bit.]

[Right now he's about as capable of running away from her as he is likely to be bored, which is to say really not very capable or much. He doesn't, however, really catch the worry either. Just the flirting. After she moves he looks at her for another couple of moments, and then the hand that isn't propping his head up sort of gesture-points vaguely at her.]

That. Is that a hint? That tilting thing? That means I'm supposed to do things, doesn't it?

[Oh she goes violently red at that, pulling back a little bit.]

I--dunno. I mean...I was just--[She's going to die of embarrassment now. She wasn't entirely paying attention to what she was doing.]

[Well now he feels bad. He almost instantly leans towards her more as she pulls back and puts his hand on her arm to keep her going back more.]

Good thing! It was a good thing! Misread it. Didn't read it at all, apparently! Don't do that.

[This seems like sufficient enough reason to take the hint he thought he was getting in the first place and finish leaning in for a very light kiss.]

Please.

[Oh see, that makes up for the unintended earlier and she moves back in.]

that's always the right thing to do. For future reference. [She tilts her head up and gives him another kiss, still light.]

[That new proximity is not going to grow anytime soon now that it's been achieved.] I'm just going to come to the conclusion that it's always the right thing to do. Makes it easier to work it out. That work?

[She's absolutely okay with this. In fact, she'll be grateful for it.]

Think that'll work for me, Doctor. [She slides the hand on his shoulder to the back of his neck.]

[See, and that feels like enough encouragement to move his hand around to her back and kiss her again.]

[That was definitely encouragement and this time she slides even closer, deepening the kiss and running her hand up into his hair.]

[Kissing her propped up on his elbow like this is going to get awkward very quickly - and his arm's already starting to fall asleep - so he sort of manoeuvres them so she's lying back a little and he's leaning over her as she deepens things and starts to do that frankly amazing thing with his hair.]

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pft that was not the intention

Sorry!

It's /awesome/ when they don't react the way it feels like they're going to

It keeps it interesting at least

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