RP for tastefulfashion

[rude_not_ginger]

Mercury. Not exactly the most entertaining of planets, but certainly one of the most peaceful. With the atmospheric generator setting up a heat and pressure field around where he sat outside the TARDIS, it was actually quite nice.

He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.

After all, he had a date arriving.

Well, not really a date.

Just Romana.

Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!

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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?"

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After a pause Romana shook her head.

"No, I never have before."

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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."

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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The corner of her mouth turned up into a slight grin. A little note was made her mind about this, perhaps to be used again later on.

It was a pleasant feeling, his hands caressing her body No, it was more than pleasant. Oh, she had never done anything like this before. Gallifrey consisted of most of her life leaving her little time to tend to her own.

For now she ceased the stroking preferring to focus on the kissing and his hands. It was beginning to become a bit troublesome to hold herself up over him.

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It was really about time for him to turn the tables on the situation anyway. She was much smaller than him (a feat, considering how thin this incarnation was), and he easily wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over, him on top. He leaned on one arm and grinned down at her.

"You're beautiful."

It was the first thing that came to his mind, seeing her lying like this with him.

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The switch took her by surprise for only a second. Looking up at him and smiling back, her hands reached up to settle on his shoulders. He did have a bit of advantage now, but it wasn't much. At least that was what she thought.

This new incarnation of him was certainly different from all the others she had met. Definitely cheekier.

"It took you quite some time to notice that," Romana teased.

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"Yeah, around...ooooh, thirty seconds or so," he nodded. "But how long it took to admit it, that's the proper question."

He ran his fingertips down her arms, almost as if he was mapping out her skin with his touches. He followed his fingertip touches with his lips. A different sense, this time, taste rather than touch.

It was difficult, for him, to be both a lover and the Doctor at the same time. To try to keep himself who he always had been and still be someone new for her.

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"Mmm, well, considering how stubborn you typically are in admitting certain opinions, it isn't that much of a surprise."

Watching him, her skin tingled just ever so slightly under his touches and kisses. They were such simple gestures and yet she had never found herself enjoying anything as much as she did this. He was gentle.

And he was handsome.

In all the centuries she had known him, she had watched his regenerations progressively become younger and younger. Of course the thought of him doing this to make up for his old age crossed her mind, and it had earned her a grin in the past. Her old habit of over-analyzing matters did rear its head from time to time though and she could only wonder. Not that she was complaining about his appearance now.

With a slight tug on the shoulder of his shirt, a hint of that sly smile she used ever so rarely could be seen. "Though, I do believe that you have the slight advantage."

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He leaned back and shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. How long had it been since he'd been undressed with someone else? A very, very long time. And Romana, well, in comparison to him she was so young and inexperienced. It didn't feel wrong to undress with her, but it did feel strange.

He tugged off his tie.

"I'm terribly out of practice," he admitted. Had he told her that before? He thought he probably had.

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She took the moment to prop herself up on her elbows and then to sitting up as well as she could, the necklace around her neck catching the light. Her fingers took hold of the first button of his shirt to unfasten it.

"They say that practice makes perfect," she pointed out. A beat later, she added, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

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"No," he replied, quickly. And then, a little quieter, "No, no, it's not you. I'm just not certain what you're expecting. Worried I won't live up to it."

Which was ridiculously honest, especially for him.

But that didn't mean he didn't want to. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her earlobe again, then another to her jaw. After all, if she was taking away the advantage he had of being clothed, he had to fight back somehow!

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Making slow work of the first few buttons she drew back her hands to rest them on his hips. Again the kisses were a bit a distracting for her, but not enough for her to respond in a gentle tone.

"Doctor, you have never been anything else but yourself around me."

She started to press kisses of her own to his cheek, hands traveling up his sides and then behind his shoulders.

"I expect nothing less and nothing more of you."

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His hand slid up her torso as his lips trailed down her sternum, to her stomach. He tried to rationalize why he was nervous, what it was that he needed to calm. Besides a few dozen classes in sexuality to refresh his memory.

His fingertips went up her cheek and rested on her temple. Something that would let him know what she desired, and could show her how he felt. And it had been so long since he'd connected with someone of his own species. Too long.

Even as his lips hung just above her bellybutton, he opened his mind to hers, to connect if she desired.

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The silent invitation was accepted, opening her mind to him in return without hesitation. Her inner-most thoughts were suddenly there for him to feel. How the feel of his lips against her skin was teasing her, encouraging him further.

Opening this connection was just another way of her showing to him just how much she trusted him, despite the disagreements they had had in the past.

His name left her lips in a soft whisper.

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Disagreements, shmisagreements, she was still Romana and he was still the Doctor. That meant something. If they could re-meet so often during his lifetime when he rarely saw another companion after they left him...well, it meant something.

She connected to him, and the sensation was wonderful. He could feel her trust in him; her desire. He returned those emotions with desire of his own, of longing and adoration. She was Romana! The one that got away that he never, ever forgot.

He unbuttoned her jeans slowly. It was practically impossible to tug them down with one hand to her temple to keep them connected.

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There was that old saying she remembered hearing once, possibly from the Doctor himself, about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. In their case she could feel it within both of their hearts that it was more than true.

With her free hand she resumed the task of unbuttoning his shirt as she felt him pull at the jeans. She shifted some, elevating her hips just enough to make it a bit easier for him.

Never did she think she would open up to anyone like this. His emotions entwining with her own, to say it was intimate could not even begin to describe this.