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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

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?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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!

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

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."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

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.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

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.