rude_not_ginger | RP for tastefulfashion

"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.

"Mmm, well, the trainers may be efficient in your typical daily routine of running everywhere but I'm still not sure about them going with the pin-stripe suit."

Her eyes closed for that moment. It was comforting, that simple gesture.

"Just amusing yourself then?"

"It's a statement! Like red high heels with a blue dress," he grinned. He did like that outfit of hers, though it was something he expected from her when she was a mere 120-something. She was much more mature now.

His thumb traced down her jawline gently, eventually stopping just above her bottom lip.

"Something like that."

Romana grinned back when she opened her eyes again. "That was centuries ago. And back then your attempt at a statement was a coat with patches in the elbows and a twelve foot long scarf. I suppose you've made some improvement."

Watching and wondering, as she always had, a hand reached up, her fingers resting over his hand.

"You're such an odd man, you know."

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"I've been told," the Doctor replied cheekily, smiling. He couldn't imagine what he must've looked like to her. Suddenly appearing, whisking her away, completely open---well, more open than normal---with his feelings towards her. And now, playing with her hair.

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers.

"Something's going to happen," he said quietly before he could stop himself. "Something terrible's going to happen if you go back, Romana."

A first, when he said this, the smallest of sighs passed from her lips. "It's always something and you know that. But the worse that could happen is that I would be impeached from my position and, I could even go as far as to say, exiled from Gallifrey, should those who wish to see me gone have their way."

No matter what she believed, good or misguided, the Council would always second guess and question her decisions. But still she had her own sort of faith - that she was doing the right thing for Gallifrey. Smiling, she looked up at him still. "It will be all right, Doctor.

He couldn't help the quietly incredulous laugh that came from his lips. The worst that could happen. She had no idea what the worst that could happen was, and he did. He knew.

He sighed and cupped the side of her face. His Romana. Her own Romana. Whoever she was, he didn't think he could handle losing her again. Not after...not if he could prevent it.

"I like to think so," he said. "That everything will be all right." It was more of an automatic response than anything. It didn't even feel real.

"Yes, well... things usual do. At least that what I had come to see when I used to travel with you." And here she had no idea. She could not have possibly fathomed what was going on in his mind or what would be. All she knew was that this was a little get-away from the coming and goings of her position.

Cupping his cheek with her other hand her eyes closed again, her tone just barely above a whisper when she spoke.

"Doctor..."

When she traveled with him things were so much simpler. He didn't have the death of a whole planet---of two whole planets on his shoulders. All that pain, all his fault and she didn't know, couldn't know. How would he begin to tell her?

He parted his lips just above hers. He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to tell her to stay. He wanted so very many things that this timey-wimey moment was giving him. What could he actually take, though?

"Romana..."

Maybe it was because she felt a little vulnerable as she stood there in nothing but those simple clothes. She wasn't the proud President of Gallifrey and all of her dominions here in the TARDIS.

From where she stood, drawing herself closer to the Doctor, Romana was nothing more than a tired Time Lord having found a place to rest if only for a little while. The past and the present were set aside for what she believed to be the present.

She pressed her lips to his firmly. Even if she did have to go back in her mind she felt she still had time.

She kissed him firmly and he returned the kiss in kind. His hands wasted no time: one snaked around her waist while the other tangled itself in her wet hair. Passion like this was something he rarely felt let alone expressed, but this was so different. So very, very different.

She had always been the one who got away. Always.

And they had danced around each other for so very long in the past.

Both of her hands slid up his arms, gripping his shoulders as they kissed. It was filled with words unspoken. Secrets they both wanted to share.

Her chest against his she could feel both sets of beating hearts. Deepening the kiss it was easy to see that she was clinging to him as if the very idea of her letting go would be the end of everything.

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For all intents and purposes, it would be. It would be the end. She would go and he would never be able to see her, ever.

He wasn't about to make this a kiss goodbye. He didn't like goodbye kisses at all. He had to figure out a way to make her stay. To convince her that his timeline with her was the best timeline. He could work out a way to hold it up, to keep time from collapsing. It wasn't selfish, he was saving her.

He cursed his brain for continuing to move at full speed, not allowing him to focus entirely on her.

This kiss felt different than the others. More intense, more desperate. He clung to that, to that desperation he felt.

All those years they had spent traveling together, constantly arguing and teasing one another, saving each other from that loneliness that waited for them - they were one of the few things she could look back on whenever she had doubted even herself in those rare moments of her life.

She spoke his name once more, but her tone had changed from a shy whisper to huskier need. Desperation was taking its hold and she did nothing to resist it, fingers curling around the collar of his jacket.

Parting her lips and tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, Romana said his name again. It felt right, just saying it.

Edited 2008-03-10 05:12 (UTC)

She spoke his name and he murmured hers, pressing a kiss to her jawbone. Well, she was tilting her head, that must mean she was directing him where she wanted to be kissed next. It was a reasonable assumption in his mind. Another kiss, this one a little lower down her throat, and another.

There were boundaries. Boundaries he set up and was completely ignoring. It was intentional irresponsibility and he should've despised himself for it.

But from the way she said his name? He couldn't figure out how.

There was wrong, there was irresponsibility, there was irrational thinking and then there was this. Clearly at this point even the most common of sense had taken a short leave of absence when his lips kissed her throat.

A hand releasing his jacket was soon holding on the console of the TARDIS behind her, her other hand entangling in his hair.

It was silly of her to let this escalate as quickly as it was. It was just supposed to be a simple outing with an old friend. Oh how this veered off the course of normality.

"Mmm..."

This was really not the gentlemanly thing to do. There was the gentlemanly thing to do, then there was kissing Romana's neck as she leaned against the console. This was the rather forward thing to do. Thinking things like 'What would it hurt?' were the sort of things Jack did! He was far from Jack...he was!

He couldn't just...well, he couldn't exactly stop, either. Not with the sounds she was making, they were too fascinating.

Still, he found his voice just enough to try to explain. "I...I don't...I don't normally..." Explaining was really overrated, and he kissed her again.

The Doctor behaving normally is usually abnormal. And his behavior now... well, she would be one talk more than anything. For years she had wondered what it was that she felt for him. he was just her teacher in the beginning, that was all.

"Really, now..." she began, the tiniest bit breathless, "You-- "

But whatever it was she was going to say was effectively silenced with that kiss.

Now... it was proving to be something of a challenge to maintain a coherent thought when it was so much easier to focus on his feverish kisses and keeping as close as she could to him.

He needed to stop thinking so much. All the thinking just made things more complicated. Instead, he should just enjoy the moment...whereever it was leading!

Where was it leading?

Why wouldn't his brain shut off??

He pulled back again, just barely, his lips grazing hers. "Don't go, Romana." A breath. "I want you to stay."

And she wanted to stay as well. To hear him ask that of her made it all the more harder for her to think of telling him she just couldn't.

"Gallifrey needs me, Doctor," she said. "I have to go back in time, don't you see?"

They were so close. She had allowed herself to let down her guard around him.

"But until then I can be here."

"I need you."

It was probably something he should've said back at the Gate. No, it was definitely something he should've said back at the Gate. He should've told her not to go and he should've fought her decision to leave him tooth and nail, eventually holding onto one ankle so she couldn't walk away.

"I need you, you know, to be here and criticize my choice in footwear."

He smiled, and brushed her nose gently with his.

He needed her. And whether she wanted it to be or not, a part of her needed him too.

"You know as well as I that you wouldn't listen anyway."

But still, it was impossible to resist smiling back at him, chuckling even, at the thought of criticizing his shoes and clothing. A hand brushed gently against his check before settling on his shoulder.

"I would have to go through your wardrobe to make sure your shoes were sensible."

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"Of course."

There were other things he wanted to say. Things he had in his head that he had to say, to convince her not to go. Words he wasn't exactly fantastic at saying.

He kissed her again, very gently. He figured he could easily make kissing Romana a habit. What a wonderful habit it would be. Strange, perhaps, if he put it on his Facebook account under "hobbies", but it would be good.

And given just how many regenerations he had thus far, she half wondered if it were even possible to rummage through his wardrobe in its entirety. Who knows what he still had kept - more than likely all those scarves to begin with.

She had quickly become accustomed to the kisses in time they had spent together now. Each one seemed to always be different from the last. A different emotion, a different message with each time they kissed. Her own kisses were soft and brief as if teasing him still.

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