rude_not_ginger | RP for tastefulfashion

The Doctor found himself rather swept away as well. This kiss had changed from something somewhat chaste to something far from simple. He got to thinking about that tiny noise she just made and how he could possibly make her repeat that sound again. Also, her hand felt rather amazing in his hair and she was holding onto his lapel and---

Well, that part of him that got swept away managed to forget that he was still holding his drink in one hand and when it fell it managed to get all over his tuxedo and Romana's dress.

He broke away from her quickly. Dammit!

"I'm sorry!"

The cold drink was enough to snap her out of the haze - eyes widening her hands released his tuxedo and hair to wipe at the red stain seeping into the white material of her dress. It was sticky as well - most uncomfortably, really.

"Clumsy as usual," was all she said when she turned her back to him to find napkins of any sort. She manage to grab a handful and hand a few over to him before trying to mop up what she could from her clothing.

"... Red is usually my color."

Oh, that was so very the Doctor. Caught up in a moment that other things were left behind. In this case, a rather nice drink that he should've put down before.

He padded at the red liquid on his tuxedo---well, it was about time he had it cleaned at any rate---and sighed.

"Well, no need to worry, we'll just get you into the TARDIS, get you out of those clothes."

A pause.

And, hastily added, "To clean! To clean the dress!"

Without missing a beat she glanced at him when she paused long enough to retrieve a new napkin. An eyebrow arched ever so slightly in regards to his little verbal stumble.

"Sometimes I wonder where your mind does wander off to."

To use up any more napkins would have been waste.

"And possibly a quick shower. Your aim is quite impeccable, really."

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"Far from my intention, let me assure you," he replied, nodding. He remembered Rose once said that Jackie used to do that, where she'd toss a glass of wine or something on a bloke's outfit to get him to undress.

The Doctor was a gentleman above all things. Well, except maybe troublemaker. But he was a gentleman, especially with Romana. President of his race! He couldn't be non-gentlemanly with her (except when he was, which wasn't now!)

"And my mind is perfectly non-wandering!"

The bemused smile could not be seen when she turned away once again, this time to drop the used napkins into the nearest trash bin.

Now that the dress was at least dry enough so that the stain would not spread any further Romana brushed her fingers over the ruined material. It was going to take quite a good cleaner's to take it all out, especially the longer she wore it like this and allowed it to set in.

"It does wander, Doctor. And quite often at that."

And to cease any further banter at that this Lady President had linked one of her arms with his, obviously ready to return to the TARDIS.

They could always go to 2333, an excellent year for tailoring. And it was an excuse to take her somewhere else as well. He liked that sort of excuse.

"Not to the places you were implying it was wandering were you implying that's where it was wandering?"

Was that even a sentence? He wasn't sure.

All the same, he kept up with Romana as they headed back to the TARDIS. He slid the key into the lock and held the door open for her. He could be a gentleman!

"Moved the showers," he said. "Down the hallway, over the bins, across...oh, I'd better show you..."

For once she was unsure how to answer with any sort dignity in tact. so, instead, she settled with a sigh and rolled her eyes as she smiled again.

Thanking him with a nod of her head she moved along inside. Once within the comforting walls of the TARDIS Romana looked around again - the new desktop was still going to take some getting used. And even before he started with the directions she had already headed for the hallway.

"Did anything else change since the last I was here?" Again her curiosity struck. It was really a habit she needed to work on.

Edited 2008-03-06 05:27 (UTC)

"Wardrobe room actually has three levels now," he said. "And the library's up to...five, I think? I replaced the Zero Room, added in another pool...it's actually been quite a labor of love, really."

His tuxedo was a little too slim-fitting, he decided. Especially when it was wet and sticky with the drink. He'd really need to change. Couldn't he have picked something else? Maybe a glass of water? Water wasn't sticky and wouldn't ruin their clothes.

"Few new companion rooms over the years. The TARDIS has taken to personalizing them."

The new interior was going to take some getting used to for her, but it's not as if she minded. There was never anything with making changes, she thought. "It certainly sounds like it."

She refrained from making a face as she walked, the sticky material becoming rather uncomfortable when she moved. The sooner she showered and changed the better. And this time she would wear slightly more comfortable shoes too. She wanted to take them off now but it would not have been very Lady President-like to hop along down on one foot while trying to remove the other. Not matter how much of a kick the doctor would have gotten out of it.

As they passed some of those said rooms she couldn't help but wonder how many. From the looks of things it must have been quite a few. She did not say anything on it though. It wasn't her busy to ask.

"It is good to see her again," Romana said suddenly. Despite the fact she developed a connection with her own TARDIS it was only the presidential one. The TARDIS here, now, brought back fond memories and left her feeling comforted.

"Well, the TARDIS thinks the same about seeing you."

It was very true. He remembered how sad the TARDIS was when Romana left, reflecting his own melancholy over her leaving. Oh, she'd be superb (obviously!), but it was different. It was lonely. They were two rather sappy individuals, he and the TARDIS, it appeared.

They turned another corner and the door to the washing-up-room appeared before them. Unlike the rest of the coral-desktoped TARDIS, this door was brass. He turned the handle and opened the door to Romana.

The room was white ivory and brass, reflecting Earth's bathroom styles of the 18th century. A clawed-foot bathtub in the center of the room, an elaborate shower on the far end. Arrays of glass-bottled soaps and shampoos from a variety of ~~hotels~~ places sat on display on the brass shelves along the white-tiled walls.

"Figured while I was remodeling..."

It was a relief to reach the wash-room. Soon enough she would be out of these sticky clothes and in fresh, clean ones.

"Well now, perhaps you do have an eye for remodeling," she teased with a grin. For a moment she inspected the room, picking up the little bottles to study the labels, examining the shower.

Once satisfied Romana turned to him and rested her hands on her hips. "I'll just be a few minutes then, nothing too long."

What?

Oh! Right, he should leave!

A little awkwardly, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind himself.

Okay! Well, that could've gone a lot worse.

And now Romana was in the room so she could clean up. Of course, she had no clothes to change into. Which could present itself as an amusing moment when she realized that.

Still. He couldn't...well, she didn't need to be embarrassed like that. He turned and headed for the wardrobe room to pick something up for her.

The moment in question occurred a few moments after Romana had turned on the shower and stepped under the warm spray, the stained clothes discarded on the ground by the tub. Fingers combed through the soaking strands of blond.

It was very much refreshing for her, even if she did realize that she had nothing to change into after words.

Well, she would have to manage somehow. At least there were towels available for her to use in the meantime. The Doctor had mentioned that he had had some new companions. Perhaps she could borrow something of theirs that might have been left behind.

The Doctor left a pair of jeans and a t-shirt outside of the bathroom door and headed to his own room to change. He had a sink in his bedroom, and he could properly shower later. Had to think of the limited time he had with Romana, after all.

Re-emerging in the brown suit, he hopped back over to the console room and got to work underneath the console. Everything needed repairing eventually.

And true to her word seven minutes later Romana was stepping out of the shower, snatching the towel nearby.

Another two minutes would pass, including the discovery of clothing sitting on the floor outside of the door just as she poked her head out to call to him and a quick towel-drying of her hair. Only after slipping into the clean clothing and rubbing down her hair one final time did she leave both that and her old clothes in a neat pile.

It was odd for her to be walking around barefoot but she quickly became used to it. She even managed to find her way back to the console room with little trouble. Romana paused just long enough to knock lightly on the wall, just to let him know she was there before venturing in.

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He heard the knock at the console door and he grinned. She was quick, that was for certain. He gave a rusty coil another swipe with the laser scraper and pulled himself out from under the console.

"Well! There you are! Thought I'd never see you again. Ridiculously long time, Romana. No need to primp or anything."

Teasing? Naturally.

"So! Where to next? We could stop off to the cleaners in 2333, or Paris...?"

Only rolling her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips, ""But you know I must always look my best!"

Romana then dropped down to kneel beside him, examining the spot he was just tinkering away with. Immediately she was reaching over to where she spotted some wiring that needed a bit of re-working.

"I hope you don't expect me to be running about Paris barefoot and dressed like this." Vain? Never!

"Well, we could always go in the summer," the Doctor replied. "No, wait! I said Christmas! Have to get you proper boots for walking in the snow. Or ice-skating. I do love to ice skate. Been a while, haven't actually done it in this incarnation yet."

He practically hopped around the console as he flipped a few more switches, setting them on their way.

Was she working underneath the---oh, well. Might as well let her. He could just un-do whatever it was she did a little later.

"Right, so! Proper clothes for Romana and snowshoes."

Just re-attach the red to the magenta... there! She reached up with her right hand, grabbing the side of the console to pulled herself up.

"Ice-skating?" Of course an old nickname from the days of the Academy came to mind at the thought of the winter weather. Shrugging it off she was watching him move around the controls. "That would be interesting."

She really did miss this.

"And what about yourself? You should look into getting something as well."

"Well, I've got a coat. A rather nice coat, Janis Joplin gave me that coat. And my trainers aren't so bad on the snow. I'll have to get something to skate in, of course. I'm pretty sure I have something in the wardrobe room to skate with. Maybe Sorariar Skate Shoes. I wonder what size..."

He missed this, too.

He wouldn't say how much, of course. It wouldn't really be fair.

Looking over the TARDIS controls, half-listening to his typical stream of babbling, her eyes watched the screen, the familiar Gallifreyan text seeming to dance. Everything moving so quickly if she blinked she would have missed something.

She fluffed her damp hair a bit. Around the center of the console she peered over at him, an eyebrow arching. "Again with the shoes..."

There was no helping the tease especially to get back for his earlier one.

"I like my shoes," the Doctor replied. "Very practical. And stylish."

He stepped over to her and touched a lock of her wet hair. Freshly cleaned, it was almost as if she still lived here. Domestic.

"Well, that's usually the one thing you normally get right when it comes to your taste in clothing."

Again the distance between them was closing and she didn't mind. There was a tiny smile playing at her lips when she asked, "Is there something in my hair?"

He smirked. "Are you implying I've failed to get it right this time around?"

He curled the lock of hair loosely around his forefinger, eventually releasing it. He brushed a thumb against her jaw.

"Nope." As if that explained why he touched it in the first place.

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