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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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[His touch on her skin makes her take a bit of a trembley breath. She lets it out with a bit of an 'oh Doctor'. It's a very good thing. She threads her fingers a bit tighter in his hair and tilts her chin up. Her other hand is still occupied exploring as well, different sorts of light touches, fingers curling around for a moment then stroking down or across, occasionally moving to properly glide over the curve of his hipbones before returning.

She's got no desire to break any contact right now either and at the moment she's not entirely concerned with getting more undressed. That'll change soon enough. After a little while of him nuzzling her neck, she pulls his head up a bit so she can kiss him, other hand going to his hip while she arches her hips up into him, effectively sort of grinding up against him.]

[That's definitely going to be another gasp, or a moan, depending on how that works when you're actually kissing someone at the same time. It's almost immediately followed by a very similar reflexive reaction, pushing against her in response while the hand that was previously exploring a little stops behind her in an attempt to keep that pressure.]

[She is more than willing to help him keep that pressure. She's literally crushed as tightly as she can be into him from chest to down to legs. At this point she's got at least one leg wrapped around his waist, the other one tangled up with his legs.

The kiss has turned to something almost desperate, probably a bit sloppy, and needy. Teeth nipping at his bottom lip occasionally or at his tongue. Her emotions have gone from desire to so much need she nearly aches with it.]

[Okay, that's about as much as he can handle without doing anything about it. He doesn't break away from the kiss much at all to say the following.] We, need to.. Please.

[She nods her agreement. The 'please' very nearly drives her crazy and she shifts underneath him, hands going to the waist of her pants to try to wiggle out of them]/small>

[He is going to help her with that as much as he can without really breaking contact still, which is sort of difficult what with being distracted and arms not totally being long enough. No matter. After hers, he starts finishing off his own.]

[She manages to get her pants off with his help and she's going to help him with his. When they're finally both undressed she takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment as she runs her hand down his body then lets the breath out with a grin.

That feeling of awe is back in full force.]

[That awe thing really is kind of fun. He's not totally sure what to do with it aside from sort of give her a goofy grin, and that's even for more than just that one reason. This is not an activity he ever thought he would be doing with Rose Tyler.]

You're wonderful.

[She turns red at the compliment but she's also giving him a bit of a goofy grin. How could she not? It's not an activity she thought she'd ever be doing with him either. She runs her fingers up through his hair.]

Yeah? Well I think you're pretty fantastic too.

Well, that's very good, because I am! [And there's a moment where he just sort of does the same thing she was doing earlier, with the remembering how she looks right now and all of this. For some reason he's unaccountably suddenly nervous even though, honestly, you get this far... And there's really not a way to say it without it sounding like you're having second thoughts, which isn't the problem. Well technically it is but not really.]

[After an awkward moment of what now, she reaches up and pulls him down into a kiss, other hand sliding down his back, hips tilting up as she guides him closer to her.]

[That's helpful. He doesn't know what caused the moment of awkwardness. He'll probably apologise for it later, but right now there is kissing and tilting and closed distance until finally they're together like they've been working on for... effectively since they met, really.

ooc: okay I will fully own up to that awkward moment as me being entirely unable to figure out how to word that in a manner approaching 'well'.]

[She won't even remember it was awkward later. She'll just remember this and how it feels like completion, like everything she's wanted for as long as she can remember. This feels like forever and it's more perfect than she ever imagined it would be. She keeps one hand tangled in his hair, the other on his hip as she brings her legs up to tangle with his.]

ooc: lol! it's difficult. I hope I managed it somewhat gracefully.

[Still. He sits for a moment, similarly just memorising the way this feels, surrounded by her finally in every possible way, adjusting to the things that come through from her - clearly not holding back now and somehow it's not as overwhelming probably because he's inadvertently sending some of his own back to her. Slowly, he starts to move, having felt adjusted and feeling the need and all those others start to motivate him into action. Even if gradual.]

[She encourages him with whispered exclamations and muffled moans against his shoulder or the curve of his neck. The hand at the small of his back presses harder and she moves her body against his.]

[That is also very helpful. The moving and the moaning are very good encouragement to work into a fairly steady rhythm, although at some point he has to take one of his hands off her and move it to better support his weight and add a point of leverage.]

[Once they've reached the steady rhythm, the moaning and grasping at him are going to increase. The whispered words become more fevered and tend toward a good deal of 'oh god's and his name paired with a lot of don't stop please.]

[He hasn't got any intention of stopping. He, for his part, actually starts breathing heavily and mumbles responses back at her every now and then, some intelligible, some not so much.]

[In it's own way that is as much of a turn on as anything. She rakes her fingernails over his back, legs wrapping around his waist. Her breath against his shoulder and the curve of his neck comes in pants and her urging becomes more frantic as she feels like her whole body is starting to unravel in little delicious bits.]

[Fingernail raking gets her another one of those noises from low in his chest. The built-up rhythm is likely starting to be somewhat more forceful but less even in response to the encouragement and urging.]

[That low, rumbling noise pushes her that much closer to the edge and in response she muffles a gasp against his neck, turning it into a bit of a bite. She's clearly okay with the forceful, encouraging even with her hands and hips.]

[Good, because the biting is just going to increase it; he may need a hand on the headboard at some point. It is still getting slightly more erratic though.]

[She'll reach up and wrap one hand around the bars of the headboard. The erratic is definitely working for her. She keeps her lips pressed against his shoulder to muffle her moans that get louder and more frequent as every muscle in her body begins to tense, all building up to an ultimate release.]

[It's not more than a few moments after he feels her find it that he lets his own finally crash through him. His hand quickly comes back down to help support him so he doesn't smush her between himself and the bed, and he's still breathing quickly.]

[She wraps her arms around him, holding him close to her, breathing heavy against his shoulder. She laughs a little and places a kiss on his collarbone. Rather then saying anything, she focuses all the love she feels for him and channels them into him.]

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Well, while these still work, I wonder how cliche it is to have him not speak English during this.

Eh, who cares if it is. Whatever language he thinks in instinctively

....I have almost no idea if that would be his own or have shifted to English by now

lol! It's hard to know with him.

That's going to bother me until I can work it out.

LOL sorry to encourage!

the friend I asked told me to tweet Gatiss and ask which is a HORRIBLE/GREAT idea.

LMAO

it is now the only way to definitively get an answer.

True. Do you include the WHY you want to know or not?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

ahahahahahahaha

:|

Don't give me that face, you know it's hilarious

she told me to tweet moffat first and I abjectly refused. Gatiss is more okay though.

lol! I'm still laughing so much at this

meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

Pssssh

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