rude_not_ginger | RP for tastefulfashion

He nodded, very slowly. He wanted her to stay. Not just the plans he'd made for the near future, but now. He wanted her to stay now. It was just shy of never that he let someone in, that he gave in to emotional or sexual desires.

And right now, he wanted...well, he wanted Romana to stay. And it was something she wanted too. Romana wasn't one to say she wanted something when she didn't, it was one of her many charming traits.

He took a slow step backwards towards the bed, keeping Romana with him as he moved. Terrified inside that she might change her mind. Terrified that he might.

Soon enough she would have to go back to Gallifrey. She would have to walk away from him yet again to go back to being the President, a leader, a figure that held power not only among the Time Lords but before other races as well. The responsibilities would be waiting for.

But until then she was only Romana. Just another person who wanted nothing more than to be in the company of someone who she cared for. When the time came she would go. In the time now, she would stay with him.

Following his steps there was no trace of doubt in her eyes when she looked into his eyes. She held onto his hand and kissed him again, gently, carefully.

She didn't doubt him. Funny, he always doubted himself. And now, here they were. On the verge of...something, and she was trusting him completely.

She kissed him and he held her close, deepening their kiss with all the gentleness she initiated it with. Lovingly, though he'd never use that word aloud.

Oh, it was long ago he admitted to himself that he loved Romana. Long ago he admitted it and shushed himself, saying that it was one of those things he'd never be able to have, now. Something he should've fought for when he had time. Someone he should've fought for.

All those years ago, when the Doctor had received word from Gallifrey, summoning her back to their home, she had been distraught over the news. She loved traveling in the TARDIS and, she had not completely understood it then as she did now, loved him as well. But when she had turned to him all he could say was that he was going to bring her back.

It was then that she had begun to doubt her own feelings for the man. He was just supposed to be some silly mentor for her to assist. But it became more without either of them realizing it. And now, kissing him, feeling the form of his body against her own as he held her, there was only trust.

She had followed him then and she would follow him now.

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He continued to kiss her as they backed up further, until the back of his knees hit his bed. Well, who knew it was so close? He certainly didn't.

He wanted to ask Romana a slew of questions. Was she sure? Was this what she wanted? How...experienced was she? Time Lords, in general, were not a very sexual lot. How much did Romana know? He had danced more than a few times in his lifetime, he just wasn't sure what kind of a teacher he could be.

He pulled back, very slightly, and managed to ask one question.

"Are you sure?"

Was she?

Up until now it was all a constant mix of certainty and its opposite. Time was ever changing and what she thought was right then was second guessed by another the next. All of the changes on Gallifrey were escalating and it was always consuming her. It was rare for her to doubt herself. But there were still those moments...

She looked into his eyes without saying a word at first. It was as if she was searching for something but would not say what. Ever so gently she reached up, brushing her fingers against his cheek, a tender gesture.

If there was anything that she was sure about without question, it was her confidence in her judgment of others. And without a doubt she felt deep down, in both of her beating hearts, there was nothing to fear now.

Romana nodded her head once, speaking one word that needed to be said.

"Yes."

He nodded as well, and kissed her again. He felt ridiculously nervous. Probably more than he should've, but this was Romana. It wasn't as if he was in a situation with just some woman, it was Romanadvortrelundar. Just slightly more important.

He was so nervous that his next action could've been attributed to that. He tried to move backwards, completely forgetting that he'd already made it to the bed. With a slight oof sound, he tumbled backwards onto the mattress.

Now, because at the moment they had been in an embrace, it was no surprise that the kiss ended quite suddenly with her half-falling along with him.

Her left hand had automatically moved to catch herself, pressing against the mattress to hold her upper body up. One knee was also up on the bed while her toes were just barely touching the floor still. It was quite the awkward position.

"... and I find myself repeating my early statement about your habit of being clumsy."

"It was almost suave," he said, cheekily. "Very nearly, in fact. I'm quite certain it's the sort of thing Marvin Gaye would use to be romantic. A mild tumble."

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

"And it's rather convenient, as I can---" he struggled a bit with his feet and kicked off his trainers. "Remove offensive footwear."

She couldn't help smiling against his kiss.

Taking the moment to situate herself more comfortably she settled with kneeling over his body, holding herself up with her hands on either side of his shoulders against the bedsheets.

"Every moment does have a convenient opportunity to it," Romana pointed out.

"It does," the Doctor nodded.

He glanced to each of her hands.

"It's rather like you have me pinned, Romana."

Romana followed his glance before looking down at him.

"Your observational skills as quite astounding. Did you want to be the one pinning me down instead?" And if one didn't know any better, once again she was teasing him.

He moved his hands up to her hips, sliding his thumbs just under her t-shirt and running them over her cool skin.

"No, I think I prefer you like this. Just the knowledge that I could flip you over and be in control at any time is what I'll thrive on."

"Oh, is that so?" Pride was such a silly thing, really. She was teasing him with words and he was teasing her with his fingers.

"You may have age over me, and I can give you wisdom at that, but I am the President," she pointed out, eyebrow arching just a fraction. "It's not as if I can be easily swayed."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be," the Doctor leaned upward and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. "I always expect a firm sense of self in the woman that leads my planet."

This was good. This was right. Even with the intimacy of the situation and how nervous he had been only moments earlier, he was much more relaxed, now. Teasing and being together. It was what he loved most about their relationship.

"The last time I had checked, I believe it was 'all her dominions', Doctor." It came all too easily for her: the smile, the teasing, the bantering.

She had never been intimate in this way with anyone before. Never this close. Leela had been the only one she could talk to, but even then she could not admit to her being her friend. It was a luxury she could not afford. But with the Doctor it didn't seem to matter.

Shifting just a bit above one of her hands moved to brush against his hip. Admittedly, she was the tiniest bit shy about this, but she was a fast learner.

Time for another one of those questions.

He took a breath.

"Romana, have you ever..."

How to phrase this?

"Done anything...like...you know. This?"

After a pause Romana shook her head.

"No, I never have before."

Well, that was intimidating. He shouldn't have been surprised. But he was, even more surprised that she wanted such an action to be with him for the first time. He was, after all, just the Doctor.

He kissed her, very gently, and slid his hand up her back. Each touch felt more important because, really, it was her first.

"Well, I've always been a sort of teacher."

That was how it started for them, him being a teacher of sorts to her.

She was kissing him back just as gently. It was a strange feeling, being intimate with another. But that wasn't to say she wasn't enjoying though. Despite how much she had grown since she had left him at the Gate there was no helping her careful mannerism, making sure to hold herself steady above him.

"I do prefer to learn from the best by someone I trust."

"I'll never hurt you, Romana," he swore. It was a promise that, until only moments ago, he was certain he would not be able to keep.

And step one of sexuality. He did know the proper steps, didn't he? It had been quite some time for him.

At any rate, there was the need to undress. He took a hold of the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. She wore a white strapless brassiere obviously meant to go with her dress from before. And she was beautiful. Her hair was still wet and fell about her bare shoulders and...yes, yes, she was most definitely beautiful.

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the skin above each of her hearts.

"I know," she replied softly. She had trusted him with her life countless times before.

It made her feel just a bit awkward when the shirt was gone but the kisses were soft against her skin. Lowering her head to catch his lips briefly she kissed him tenderly.

This incarnation of the Doctor beneath her was certainly handsome. Whenever he changed his appearance, though, there always that same look in his eyes that she always recognized. It was how she knew it was him whenever they ran into one another. How she knew she could trust him.

The slow, the tender, the way they could move together so lovingly, those were things he could understand. Passion and intensity were more difficult for him, they were things he reserved for danger and fighting, not lovemaking.

Well, Roman's shirt was gone, but she was still very dressed, as was he. He worried about moving too quickly, about her not having the chance to change her mind. Not as if Romana was one to change her mind or as if he wanted her to, but if she did he wanted to give her the option.

He cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly, deeply. There were many ways to show adoration and love and he wanted to do that in this kiss.

Whenever her mind was made up there was no possible way of changing her decision. While some have called it being stubborn, she found it to be rather logical.

A small sound, a content one at that, could not be helped as a response. And kissing him back in kind she wanted him to know the same. Words were no longer needed to express what they already knew now.

In the back of her mind she remembered something. Back when they were sharing a drink and kissing. It was no surprise that she was a quick study and wondering what would happen, she tried something similar to what he had done previously. It was during the kiss did one of her hands move the side of his head and her thumb stroke his earlobe, curious to hear his reaction.

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She was a quick study indeed. Her fingers rubbed at his earlobe, which was a rather sensitive area although he'd never admit it. He let out an involuntary moan into her mouth as they kissed.

And there he went off and did it again. Giving away all his secrets to her before he could stop himself. Frustrating woman, she was.

His own hands moved down from her face and traced her form, sliding down her breasts and eventually settling at her hips.

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