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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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[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.]

[Oh see that's a good deal more comfortable and it's also very encouraging so she's going to continue with the fingers in the hair and the kissing.]

[Yeah, he thought so to. He settles a little better, propped up on his elbows, one on either side of her on the bed, hands sort of roaming about the tops of her shoulders. Not long to deepen it again, just a little.]

[She's just going to enjoy this right now. Her free hand slides down his back, resting at the small of it. She nibbles just a bit at his bottom lip, testing and exploring.]

[Nibbling is allowed. He is okay with the nibbling. He uses it to taste her better - orally fixated, this incarnation. Hyperactive tongue, wants to taste everything, if it's different to how it was to him before... Also just sometimes he's interested in everything about someone. Like now.

[All of that is very much okay. In fact, it's all very encouraged and she encourages it by doing some arching and soft sort of moaning. Really, she's trying not to let this get too out of control. Or rather she's trying to let him take the lead in out of control.]

[Oh, well now, arching and moaning is definitely going to elicit a reaction. Namely whatever he thinks he needs to keep going to trigger more of the need and arching. He drops his head a little and moves away from her mouth to that area he'd been working on before around her neck and that pulsepoint. That had been fun.]

[That had been fun. That continues to be fun. Her fingers tangle in his hair a bit tighter, encouraging him to explore that area a good deal more. There's a little bit of breathy noises. She bites down on her bottom lip to keep it all fairly quiet. Shhhh he's driving this one.]

[Ooh, he likes her pulling at his hair a bit. That gets her some low, grumbly noises, while he continues on down her neck towards her collarbone. When he gets there, he sits up a little bit again - he's still basically on top of her, skantways, and runs his fingers across it one side to the other, over her clothes.] Odd bone. [Beat. No wait.] I mean, in general. Yours is lovely. That it exists, I meant. [He gives up on the talking thing for a little bit since, wow, clearly, not working, and sort of does the same thing he'd just done with his fingers, with his mouth, on the bits of it that are exposed.]

[Those low, grumbly noises are amazing and she endeavors to see if she can get more of that out of him. The rambling makes her laugh a little, low and soft. It's so very him and she appreciates that.] Rather like that odd bone myself.

[She's going to unbutton one of the buttons on his shirt and glide her fingers across the his collarbone while he kisses hers. There's not nearly enough of her collarbone exposed though in her open and any emotions he's getting out of her are sort of a low level desire, just beginning to build along with some slight frustration that there isn't enough exposed skin for him to kiss. She lets out a breathy sigh as his lips brush against her bare skin.]

Very lovely. [Maybe his collarbone, maybe what he's doing to hers.]

[All things considered that was a fairly good response to his mid-makeout-rambling. He's glad she agrees, even if he thinks possibly it's to stop him talking at the moment. It likely won't, but.

He's likely got a fair few layers for her to get through. At least the tie and jacket and two shirts, so. Not very good at dressing for these sorts of things, really. That sort of low-level base emotion likely doesn't consciously register but does effect his actions in that they get a bit more concentrated.]

[More concentrated is good. It encourages her to loosen his tie so that she can attempt to work through some of those layers at some point. She keeps a hand tangled in his hair and she tangles one of her legs up with his, pulling him that much closer to her.]

[He could probably stand to be tangled up with Rose Tyler on a somewhat regular basis.]

You're very warm too. And soft. [This is emphasised with hands running over arms in as much as they're able while he's on his elbows.]

[She would not object to this on a regular basis. His comment makes her smile.]

Good things, yeah? [She dips her head to nibble at his earlobe lightly.]

Oh, very. Very good things. It might be somewhat unpleasant if you were cold and sandpapery. My lips would get all chapped.

[He's coming to the conclusion she's already reached that warm and soft is really too much to be messing with through clothes. As a result, he lets his hand down towards her hip, finding the hem the hem of the shirt and effectively playing with it like he did last time.]

[He makes her giggle but it's a low sort of throaty sound as opposed to the higher pitched one she usually lets out.]

Wouldn't want that. [It's whispered in his ear and then she gasps a bit as his fingertips brush bare skin. One hand goes to the buttons on his shirt, undoing another one despite the fact that there are layers underneath the button up.]

[He slows down, not quite to a still, when she whispers in his ear, and then grins when she gasps that close to him. His hand gets a little more adventurous, spurred on by the gasping, and slips more completely under her shirt, moving back up along her back and appreciating that warmth and softness he was mentioning earlier.]

[She goes still at first, heart hammering in her chest. Somehow the fact that they are in a closed room on the bed makes this more dangerous or more intimate. She breathes out against his neck, one hand tugging slightly at his hair, the other one undoing another button. He hasn't that many left. She presses her hand against his stomach, over the layered shirts.]

[The pressure on his stomach, the pull on his hair, her warm skin on one side of his hand and the soft feels-like-cotton of the shirt on the back - he's all but entranced at the moment. His hand is starting to roam around a bit under her shirt, along her back and side, and he's making his way back to her mouth, unless she decides to have other ideas.]

[It's all a bit heady in a very good way; the smell and taste of him, the feel of his skin against hers. She's sending a good deal of satisfaction and desire to but not in a concentrated sort of way, more in a bubbling over with it sort of way. The frustration from earlier has given away to satisfaction in the moment, contentment to explore this at whatever rate he's happy with. At the moment she has no other ideas that conflict with kissing him. She arches up into the kiss, the hand on his stomach shifting to pull at the button up shirt he's still wearing. There's a breathy sigh of his name between kisses as she tries to get impossibly closer to him.]

[Yeah, at this point there's more auto-pilot happening than conscious, concerted thought processes. What few of those are taking place are being used to note how wonderful things feel and cataloguing it all away for later. Arching up into it feels like a good time to maybe slide the fabric up her back a little, if only so that he can keep exploring her back without anything restricting it more than is necessary. The bubbling over is good too. Helpful - he knows he's doing things right, can tell she's doing things right, but is only getting that part. Just the low desire, none of the pressure.]

[Auto-pilot is good though. At least in this case, auto-pilot is very good as is noting and cataloging. She definitely agrees with the sliding her top up her back a bit. She does have a bra on this time since she was out and it's necessary when living in a bouncy castle. She undoes the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and fiddles with the hem of the shirts underneath before sliding her hand just underneath it against his skin around to rest at his back.

The low, bubbling up sort of desire and love are still there. Maybe it's that he initiated this, or maybe it's the conversation they had last time or the bedroom or the fact that in writing that ridiculous letter to 'Santa' she accepted that the ball is in his court and it'll happen with time. Whatever it is, she's feeling a lot less pressure about the whole thing as well which translates into her no longer unconsciously pressuring him.]

It keeps it interesting at least

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