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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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Immediately she swatted his arm, albeit lightly, saying, "Don't give me that look!" The corner of her lips turned up in a half-smile. "I only meant for a few minutes just long enough to say hello." But there wasn't any point to saying much more on the topic - she dropped it.

"Paris would be nice," Romana agreed with a slight nod of her head.

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"Should take you in the winter this time 'round," he said. "Christmas. Never did take you to a Christmas, did I?"

It seemed silly, thinking about a time to take her. Delaying the inevitable---but he liked delaying the inevitable. Stopping what he knew would happen from happening. For a while, at least.

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"No, you never did. But perhaps it would be nice to see, especially the city blanketed in the snow." There was a hint of a smile to be seen as she spoke gently.

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"Nothing for too long, wouldn't want to pull you from your Presidential duties," he said. Though that was exactly what he was doing.

He was so very bad at following the Laws of Time. He wondered, often, why Romana put up with him.

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An eyebrow arched but still the smile remained, as if following the same wavelength of thought. "Oh, no, of course not. Going dancing like this is certainly a part of my daily duties."

But she wasn't one to complain especially since she was enjoying herself.

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"It should be," the Doctor said, grinning. "Dance with the Doctor once daily. Travel somewhere new every other hour. That's the sort of duties I could live for."

The dance slowed to a stop, and then switched to something jazzy.

"Can I get you a drink?"

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Well, the day to day scheduling would have been more appealing had her days been as such. Romana obviously did not say this out loud though.

She was a just a bit parched when she thought about it.

Nodding her head just once, "I believe you can." And then after a beat, "Thank you."

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He took her hand again and led her away from the dance floor to where a many-armed bartender was making drinks.

He thought about talking about the time she should have off, and why it was better for her health and all that...but if he pushed it further, she'd say 'no' to even going to France. He wouldn't push it.

"The best sort of dates are the ones that are improvised," he said, handing her a glass with a red, fruity concoction in it.

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Tasting the the fruity beverage first, she was quite content with the not-too-sweet flavor on her tongue. A refreshing drink to quench her thirst.

But of course Romana could not help the teasing smile over the glass when she replied, "Then again, whenever I have spent time with you, everything would be rather spontaneous and improvised." With a quiet sip of her drink, her free hand pointed her index finger at him in mock accusation. "Your plans always did go array."

An innocent banter, that was all!

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"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!

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"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.

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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.

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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."

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"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?"

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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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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?

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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.