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!
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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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 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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"And it always will," she agreed.
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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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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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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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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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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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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.
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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!"
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"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."
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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!"
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"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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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!"
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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.
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"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..."
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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.
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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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She refrained from making a face as she walked, the sticky material becoming rather uncomfortable when she moved. The sooner she showered and changed the better. And this time she would wear slightly more comfortable shoes too. She wanted to take them off now but it would not have been very Lady President-like to hop along down on one foot while trying to remove the other. Not matter how much of a kick the doctor would have gotten out of it.
As they passed some of those said rooms she couldn't help but wonder how many. From the looks of things it must have been quite a few. She did not say anything on it though. It wasn't her busy to ask.
"It is good to see her again," Romana said suddenly. Despite the fact she developed a connection with her own TARDIS it was only the presidential one. The TARDIS here, now, brought back fond memories and left her feeling comforted.
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It was very true. He remembered how sad the TARDIS was when Romana left, reflecting his own melancholy over her leaving. Oh, she'd be superb (obviously!), but it was different. It was lonely. They were two rather sappy individuals, he and the TARDIS, it appeared.
They turned another corner and the door to the washing-up-room appeared before them. Unlike the rest of the coral-desktoped TARDIS, this door was brass. He turned the handle and opened the door to Romana.
The room was white ivory and brass, reflecting Earth's bathroom styles of the 18th century. A clawed-foot bathtub in the center of the room, an elaborate shower on the far end. Arrays of glass-bottled soaps and shampoos from a variety of
hotelsplaces sat on display on the brass shelves along the white-tiled walls."Figured while I was remodeling..."
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"Well now, perhaps you do have an eye for remodeling," she teased with a grin. For a moment she inspected the room, picking up the little bottles to study the labels, examining the shower.
Once satisfied Romana turned to him and rested her hands on her hips. "I'll just be a few minutes then, nothing too long."
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Oh! Right, he should leave!
A little awkwardly, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind himself.
Okay! Well, that could've gone a lot worse.
And now Romana was in the room so she could clean up. Of course, she had no clothes to change into. Which could present itself as an amusing moment when she realized that.
Still. He couldn't...well, she didn't need to be embarrassed like that. He turned and headed for the wardrobe room to pick something up for her.
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It was very much refreshing for her, even if she did realize that she had nothing to change into after words.
Well, she would have to manage somehow. At least there were towels available for her to use in the meantime. The Doctor had mentioned that he had had some new companions. Perhaps she could borrow something of theirs that might have been left behind.
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Re-emerging in the brown suit, he hopped back over to the console room and got to work underneath the console. Everything needed repairing eventually.
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Another two minutes would pass, including the discovery of clothing sitting on the floor outside of the door just as she poked her head out to call to him and a quick towel-drying of her hair. Only after slipping into the clean clothing and rubbing down her hair one final time did she leave both that and her old clothes in a neat pile.
It was odd for her to be walking around barefoot but she quickly became used to it. She even managed to find her way back to the console room with little trouble. Romana paused just long enough to knock lightly on the wall, just to let him know she was there before venturing in.
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