rude_not_ginger | RP for tastefulfashion

"Not always!" the Doctor replied indignantly (and mostly teasingly). "There was...you know. That one...time."

Actually, he couldn't really think of that one time, but if he were lucky, Romana wouldn't remember what time was that one time, either!

"Mhmmm."

How could she not roll her eyes at him? Well, at least she didn't this time around. Instead she only smiled as if she knew a secret that she would never tell and sipped her drink.

"Whatever you say, Doctor."

Oh, how she was laughing on the inside, really.

The Doctor would not pout. He would not---oh, there he was, pouting. He took a sip of his drink.

"Still. So much more interesting when you go where you don't expect. You can't deny that."

He loved this banter. He'd never admit it, but he did. So much.

Looking at him over the rim of her glass her smile only grew when she caught sight of his pouting. It was always these small signs that told her that she was winning their little verbal matches.

"I never said I was denying it," Romana stated. "As a matter of fact, you do have this habit of making assumptions on my behalf."

"Well, on occasion, but I'm usually right," he said.

With a wide, mischievous grin, he said. "Like...I can assume that you prefer traveling with me to the dull life back on Gallifrey, am I right?"

Oh, now really! Did he go there? Why, he did!

"Mm... I suppose so..." Not one to let another get the best of her the Time Lord only diverted her gaze away to look out on the dance floor instead of him.

"Well, I know how...um, fascinating the political meetings you must go through are, and how riveting each diplomatic...whateveritisexactly must be."

He liked how she looked away. That meant he was right. He liked knowing he was right.

"Still. That, versus the unpredictability of the stars?"

"The meetings can surprise you, you know. Especially when such occasions like Leela's K9 unit having a slight program upgrade malfunction and bursting into the room playing a recording of 'The Ride of the Valkyries'," she pointed out, smiling rather fondly at the memory. "Braxiatel nearly had a double heart attack over it!"

The lights from the dance floor reflected off the half-empty glass held in her hand as she leaned back against the bar. Both elbows propped on the counter, it was rather surprising even for herself as to how relaxed she really was. This sort of behavior she certainly would not allow herself to do back home. But then again she was not under the constant watch of the High Council here.

"But... yes, it does not compare to what the vastness of time and space can offer." The constant temptation, she believed.

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He grinned madly at that. Oh, Leela. Well, it wasn't too terribly surprising that her K-9 went a little barmy after all that time, but the fact that it managed it during a dull-as-sticks meeting was positively amazing.

He found himself reaching out to touch her again. Her arm, and only barely grazing it with his fingertips.

"Well, you have all the time you want, Romana. Always was my motto."

The touch was enough for her to turn her eyes back to him. Her expression was soft. There was no trace of any emotion to betray her calm exterior. Only a small curl of the lips and gentle, almost all knowing look in her eyes.

"And it always will," she agreed.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that this was it. This brief date with Romana was going to be the last he ever saw of her. It was even less fair that he knew it. It tainted the experience with irony and sadness. It added a desperation that shouldn't have been there.

He leaned forward and kissed her again against the side of her mouth. Time was brief, hesitating wouldn't fix anything, as he used to always believe it would.

The funny matter of it all was that a similar train of thought had crossed her mind as well. There was nothing fair about having to return back to the chaos that was Gallifrey. Oh it was childish of her to think, but for once she was able to be herself, her own Romana, in this place.

With him.

No, it wasn't fair at all, but then again she would never admit this to anyone - not even the Doctor. Neither her pride or her sense of responsibility would allow these words to be spoken.

Which was why instead of words, her head tilted to the side enough to press her lips fully to his. What could not be spoken could be expressed in the most intimate of actions. So few had ever understood her for who she really was. It seemed so silly that a man who was once both her intellectual rival and mentor would be one of them.

Edited 2008-03-04 06:57 (UTC)

They were kissing again and it was wonderful and disconcerting all at the same time. The Doctor was the sort of Time Lord that could take decades to court someone, but the act was pushed into only a couple of hours. Showing Romana he cared during the very brief time he could.

His hand slid up to cup the side of her face as he deepened the kiss. Still. Kissing Romana. If he told his fourth self that he'd be in this situation---well, he probably wouldn't be terribly surprised, but he'd probably be surprised that it happened so quickly. Things like expressions of adoration took time and why was his mind still buzzing at full tilt?

With some skill on her part she managed to set her glass aside on the counter without breaking the kiss. Both of her hands reached up to hold onto him, coming to rest under his jawline and fingertips brushing against his hair. A small tilt of her head to the right allowed her to meet his kiss and then some.

The music, the atmosphere of the dance floor - never before had she felt so alive. Not since their past adventures when they were running hand in hand through the streets of Paris, trying to find their way through the maze of the Nimon. All of the thrills of traveling always came back to tease her when she was with him. Romana nipped his lower lip suddenly, playfully, unable to resist the habit of competition.

He smiled slightly against her lips. That was classic Romana, troublemaking though she'd never admit it. His lower lip stung for only a second, but it was far from a bad sensation. Oh, so very, very far from a bad sensation.

With the same sort of competitive spirit, he took advantage of his thumb's closeness to her earlobe and stroked it very gently. He had no idea if that was a heavy nerve center for Romana, but he didn't imagine the sensation would be unpleasant.

What good was all the kissing doing? Expressing what he was pretty certain he'd felt for her since around their first time meeting? Then what?

The Doctor's little action had earned him a small murmur against his lips, obviously pleased with the sensation she felt.

Seeing as it was her move again this female Time Lord parted her lips just slightly to deepen this kiss even further, silently grateful for their lungs could hold much more air than any of the other typical aliens. Fingers threaded in his hair while the other hand slide down and taking hold of the lapel of his tuxedo.

It wasn't wise to allow herself to be swept away like this. Goodness knows how many times Braxiatel had scolded her for her lack of common sense. --But sense be damned, she was enjoying it all.

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."

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