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Rose Tyler
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07 December 2011 @ 04:50 pm
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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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[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 07:06 am (UTC)
Pssssh
[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.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 07:31 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 07:45 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 08:03 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 08:42 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 14th, 2011 09:22 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
[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.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 03:29 am (UTC)
[This much contact still, this open and intimate, and what with still feeling fairly exerted, that's probably going to be somewhat quite overwhelming. Wonderful, beautiful, and absolutely amazing, but overwhelming just the same, to the point where he makes a sort of noise in the back of his throat and just catches himself before basically collapsing on her. In a good way, obviously. He really doesn't know what to say in response at all, so for the moment he just lets his head rest on her shoulder a bit, since she's holding him close anyway.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
[She doesn't mind being collapsed upon. He doesn't weigh that much. She rests her head against his, fingertips trailing lazily down his back. She presses a kiss to his head. She's probably still getting some feedback of all his emotions and her emotions, not to mention being pleasantly numb anyway.]

[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)
[She can definitely be getting some feedback from him and him and her mixed together, and everything. When she rests her head against his and starts running her hand along his back, he relaxes a bit more to where he's really just using her as a very soft, warm, slightly lumpy pillow.

After a few moments/minutes:] Sorry I kept putting that off. Can't fathom why I would have wanted to do that. [In a 'well it wasn't me' kind of tone, mixed with some tiredness and just buzzy happiness in general.]
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 05:51 am (UTC)
[And he's a bit like a heavy, slightly lumpy blanket. She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a bit of a chuckle.]

Can't imagine either. Must not have gotten 'round to it with savin' the world and what not.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)
[He's probably going to try and sort of settle in beside her without moving too far away at some point, what with the heavy, even though it is kind of fun feeling her heartbeat in his own chest, and the breathing and stuff.]

Yeah that's a fairly well full-time job, saving the world. Universe, really. Narrowing it to one world is almost doing us a discredit.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 07:32 pm (UTC)
That is a fun bit, heartbeats thudding against chests, feeling him breath against her. Her skin probably feels a bit overheated to him but then his might very well to her as well. When he does settle next to her, she's going to snuggle up close. Too much distance will not be a problem.]

Keeps us busy. Ought to make sure we find time for this though, when we're back to savin' the universe.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 09:19 pm (UTC)
[That is a good thing, the snuggling. Also they're probably about the same temperature right now. He might cool down again if they stay lying down for a while though, since he's not going to be doing anything.]

I am positive I can figure out some way to make sure there's time.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 15th, 2011 10:00 pm (UTC)
[She grins a bit at that both because it's adorable and because she's glad this is something he wants to do again. The snuggling is a brilliant thing.]

Handy that is, having a time machine. Shame we didn't think of it before.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 16th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
I know! I'd say something about being idiots, but, well. Us. Impossible. Still. Bit on the slow side about things maybe. I think that's mostly my fault.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 16th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
Bit but I think I can forgive you. S'not the sorta thing you do every day. [She presses her lips to his collarbone in a soft sort of kiss.]
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 12:21 am (UTC)
I was gonna say something about how I hoped not, since it's sort of exhausting, but no, and honestly it's not as though running everywhere really isn't any less so.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
We'll have to work on your stamina. [She says it in a teasing, sleepy sort of voice because really it is an exhausting sort of thing. The next is a bit hesitant, slightly lower in volume but still teasing.] Or I'll be on top.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 01:26 am (UTC)
W- Hey! [Playfully offended because of her tone but even still, that's a comment you don't let slip by.] My stamina is just fine, thanks. [Although.] Well maybe we can work on it a bit...
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 01:49 am (UTC)
[She laughs, dipping her head a bit to touch his chest.] I just don't want to exhaust you so much you don't want to try it again.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 02:13 am (UTC)
[That earns her a muffled 'hmph' sort of noise, although still well within good humour.] Small chance. I have plenty of stamina. Your stamina maybe.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)
Oh really now? Have to see what we can do about that. I suspect a good deal more practice is in order.
[identity profile] am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 05:03 am (UTC)
[He loves this little human next to him so much.] Mmm, yes. Good deal more. And different sorts, maybe, so we're well-versed. I mean, i-if you want to. Or not. Could just get reallllllly good at the one thing.
[identity profile] iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com on December 17th, 2011 06:15 am (UTC)
[And she adores the time lord next to her so much.] Definitely ought to be well versed, long as it's me and you.