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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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[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.]

[Well that would definitely help explain that whole thing where he doesn't feel any of the pressure. Very hard to feel it if it isn't there. It's really probably the disappearance of the pressure that helped things the most; he's not that good with thinking he has to do something even if it is something he doesn't have a problem with doing in the first place. Or in this instance, someone.

There is an extremely high likelihood that for now at least he's just going to sort of run into that strap and probably run his fingers along it because new texture, and then continue on what he was doing like it isn't really there. In a very literal sense that's just new territory, and in a more figurative one, he's okay for the moment with what's already happening. Granted, all that low build-up means it's likely to not stay around contentment for long, but for these few moments anyway.

[Oh Doctor, rebellious forever, even when it's beneficial to you.

After a bit more kissing and her hand against his back, she occupies her hands with sliding the button up shirt off his shoulders and down his arms a bit, at least as far as she can while he's all wrapped up around her.]

[Almost more when it's beneficial, since then you've got part of your own common sense telling you it's what you ought to be doing in the first place.

That works. He's totally okay with that. Actually having his shirt down his arms like that makes it more difficult to move around, so he leans to one side and shakes his arm free of the sleeve before going back to the former position.]

[She helps him a bit off with the sleeve and pushes the shirt off to the side so that it's hanging off his other arm and out of her way. Her hands go to his back, pulling at the hem of the teeshirts he's wearing now and pushing it up a bit so that she can run her hands up his back. That desire is probably rising a little so that it's not as low level as it was before. It's probably mixed with a little need as well.]

[He takes the opportunity the help provides as a chance to pull his tie over his head as well, since they're at it.

Actually that whole thing about the contentment not lasting long was very correct - he's no longer interested in the different texture or anything like that, and just takes a couple of moments to at least unfasten the back so it's out of the way.]

[Getting rid of the tie is good because she's probably going to want the tee shirts off soon and he'd just look silly bare chested and wearing a tie. She goes still a moment, breath catching when he undoes the catch on her bra. It makes his hands on her skin that much more intimate.

She pushes his shirts up on his back a bit further, tugging at the hem at his stomach in order help it along. She bites a little at his bottom lip and pushes up against him, wanting more. She's trying very hard not to let too much of the want bleed through but it's probably not working very well because she's preoccupied with his mouth and his hands on her skin as well as her hands on his.]

[Yeah, it seemed like it might be a good idea, particularly given all those feelings he's getting from her. They're definitely colouring his own actions at this point. The stilling causes a moment where he's not totally sure if undoing the catch was a good thing, but her response immediately afterward is little else but entirely encouraging. Having the shirts up that high on his torso is a bit odd though, and he pauses again to just go ahead and take them off, finishing the process of getting the button down off his other arm while he's there anyway. Once that's finished, the hand that was on her back moves around a bit more towards the rib and hip area on her side.]

[She's just going to stare at him, memorizing how he looks in this moment. She lays her hand against his chest, between his hearts. There's plenty of emotions coming through right now and she couldn't stop them if she wanted to: lots of love, a heavy dose of desire and want then there's awe, awe of him and this moment. She takes a deep breath, watching him then she bites her bottom lip. She slides her other hand up his arm, over his shoulder and brings it to rest right at the curve of his neck. She lets her breath out slowly, smiling slightly at him as his hand slides to her hip. She leans up and kisses him.]

Edited 2011-12-11 02:13 (UTC)

[He doesn't know what sort of reaction he was expecting when he finished taking his shirts off but awe was definitely not one of them, for whatever reason. Not that he hasn't got a similar reaction to all of this happening - more that it wasn't that the description would have occurred to him. Lip biting basically ensures that he stares at her lips for at least a few moments, quite happy when she leans up and uses them again.

Although he does start talking again, the hand from her side toying with the hem of her shirt now.] Is that... Do you mind? [And then an addendum, because suddenly asking seems like a silly thing to have done.] Get a better view of that odd bone.

[She doesn't mind the talking. It helps facilitate things sometimes. His request and his silly comment make her grin.] No don't mind. Was goin' to when you did and I didn't know if you were--[And she stops because somehow she thinks that's too much talking. She pushes herself up a bit and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling up. There's a slight bashful look as she pulls the top over her head, taking her bra with it. Now she's a bit pink, watching his reaction.] All right? Yeah?

[Not expecting both of those to come off. What is the protocol for that. Are you supposed to look, because normally that's not a good thing. Obviously, he does, but it's punctuated by looking up at her face almost as much, what with the lack-of-protocol. (Why does he keep sounding like an android in this thread, what the hell.) The grin helped though.]

Oh, very. We're all even now. Sort of. I guess in some respects not, but literally. Definitely all right.

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