RP for perfectblue

[rude_not_ginger]

Human.

Human and he didn't quite know what to do.

Human and the stupid fob watch was missing.

Human and he had been up far too late looking for the fob watch to bring her back.

Human and...well, at least she was nicer when she was human. He could imagine Illyria slapping him around the console room when he didn't get her the fob watch right away.

He sighed, and laid his head on the console. What were they going to do?

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She laughed, delighted and a little self-conscious all at once.

"Do I even know how to do this?" she asked, taking his hand regardless, and figuring she must be smart enough to figure it out even if instinct told her absolutely nothing.

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"Well, it's easier than you think."

He placed her hand on his shoulder. He curled his fingers around one hand, and placed his other on her hip.

"Just move with the music."

The song was slow enough, even with it's strong, jazzy beat. He moved in time to the music, leading her with him.

His grin was probably larger than it had been in years.

"When somebody needs you
It's no good unless she needs you
All the way

Through the good or lean years
and for all the between years
Come what may..."

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She felt a little strange letting him lead; she got the sense that she wasn't much for surrendering even the smallest bit of control, normally. But it was nice. She found the rhythm quickly, surprising herself, and managed not to step on any feet or be stepped upon, herself.

"You're good at this," she observed, cheerfully. "I didn't imagine a man who lives in a time ship could be bothered with such mundane things as dancing."

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"Dancing," he replied, "Is never, ever maundane."

He spun her out, then back in, and surprised himself by how close she was to him. The first time he'd really, truly seen intimacy from Illyria. Since she'd let him pull her in, even a little bit.

He wouldn't let himself fall for her again. Wouldn't let himself fall over that edge.

Who knows where the road will lead us?
Only a fool could say

But if you let me love you
You'll be sure I'm gonna love you
All the way...

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Her breath caught a little, just a very little, at the sudden closeness. She told herself it was because she was a little dizzy from spinning, and that was the tiniest bit true.

"Not with you it isn't," she replied, suddenly more serious than she'd been a moment ago. There was a quiet solemnity about the declaration, something that echoed more of her old serious nature.

It was almost certainly a bad idea to let herself take any of this seriously, not when she didn't even know if she'd be the same person come tomorrow.

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Oh, this was bad. This was very, very ,very, very, very, very, very bad. They danced, and the music went into an intermezzo, and the dancing became much, much slower. He wasn't losing his beat, he was just...oh, it was bad.

"What else do you think you want to do?" he asked, "That you've never done before? I doubt you've ridden a roller coaster, stood on a beach, or ate ice cream and enjoyed it."

He was getting too romantic in his old age.

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"Do you think I haven't? That's sort of tragic, if you think about it." Illyria asked, frowning a little, but rather welcoming the slight distraction as she had worried for a moment there that she might kiss him again.

"What did I do for fun?"

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"You explored," the Doctor replied, "You and I. We saw the universe. Ice Lakes of Sangreia. Mineral fires of Torohari. We even went to this plane once that was made entirely of shrimp. I didn't have any cocktail sauce. We got bored fairly quickly."

He suddenly gave her a bit of a dip, and pulled her back into his arms, grinning rather madly.

So if somebody loves you
You be sure they're gonna love you
All the way---

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She came up laughing and gave him a rather skeptical look.

"Surely you're kidding about the shrimp? It's not polite to tease the girl with no memory, you know."

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"I am. I hadn't even thought to bring cocktail sauce."

He grinned, but his look turned serious. Very serious.

"I want to kiss you again." The words came out before he had a chance to stop himself.

"I-I'm not much of a snogging person, I mean, I don't usually---I don't meant to imply---"

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He was saying words, she was sure of it, but she'd sort of lost track of them after the bit about kissing. As far as she knew, the other her very likely never kissed anyone, because goddesses just didn't do that, or some nonsense.

"I think--" she began, not quite sure what she thought, but thinking she'd probably improvise the end of the sentence before she got there.

Then she shook her head, giving up on that, and decided she'd just save him the trouble of explaining any more by kissing him again.

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She kissed him, and swallowed all the words he'd been trying unsuccessfully to sputter out to cover up himself. The music was drowned by the rushing in his ears as he returned the kiss---deeply, passionately, and longingly.

He'd loved Illyria for so long. She wasn't the type to take notice.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Oh, but this was not a good idea. In fact, this was a bad idea. But he'd be damned if he could stop himself.

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It was nice. Very nice. Not that she had any other kissers to compare him to, but for her part, Illyria was certainly enjoying this one (though she wondered, idly, if she ought to go around kissing all the men she knew just in case she never got to kiss anyone again. She'd dare to say most of them would enjoy it.)

She let her fingers reach up to toy with his hair, lightly. Timelords apparently had very messy hair. It was quite charming, and she hoped the other her at least found the Doctor aesthetically pleasing so she'd remember important details like the feel of her hands in his hair.

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The hand that did not hold her close went up to cup her cheek. She was soft, though he always knew she was, despite the coldness of her goddess-self. She was very like him.

As he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss---falling ever further into that abyss which he might not be able to claw himself out---he could believe that Illyria as she was was kissing him. Though the human her was...it was still her.

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She didn't even know who she was. She couldn't know, not completely. All she had were vague impulses and flashes of memory, and the words of people who danced around topics for fear of saying something the other her wouldn't appreciate, or that they thought the current her didn't need to know.

It hurt, more than a little, that apparently the other her was so cruel and dispassionate that people were so wary. That something as simple as a kiss might cost the Doctor her wrath later. That he cared for her and she apparently couldn't even find it in her to care in return when she was her normal self.

"It isn't fair," she murmured when their lips parted briefly, because it wasn't, and she didn't know what to do about that.

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"Nope," the Doctor replied easily, catching her mouth again.

He wasn't uncontrollable. He'd never been uncontrollable sexually in his life. He was, however, quite enamoured, and that made the idea of pulling away because of something so silly as her turning back seem positively ridiculous.

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"Mm..." she smiled into his kiss, amused by how unswayed he was by her slight protest.

"But what if," she spoke in between kisses, which likely undermined her point a great deal, "I'm angry at you later?"

That's likely to be a problem, isn't it?

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"Illyria."

He spoke her name softly, but firmly. The words were more worshipful than anything he'd ever said to her in the entire time they'd known each other.

His mouth trailed from hers to her neck, tracing kisses along sensitive flesh.

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The noise his kisses when paired with that tone of voice elicited from her was not quite a whimper, as goddesses (even amnesiac ones) do not do that. It was, however, something like a faint trill of pleasure, and very definitely the extent of the rest of her argument.

She was so going to be annoyed with her human self, later.

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Oh, he wasn't a sexual person, and they didn't have a sexual relationship, but he desired her. He desired her completely, and that was bad. That was them crossing boundries and he'd crossed boundries in human form himself and he knew what that was like---

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, sliding his hands down her back, memorizing the feel of her against him.

Bad. Very bad.

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Almost definitely bad, and very definitely something she was going to have to be careful not to let anyone ever find out about, later.

She didn't even truly know who this man was, this Doctor, not beyond little flashes of memory here and there. It was enough. She trusted him; the Goddess never would've surrounded herself with people she could not trust. She was certain of that.

She slid her fingers through his hair one last time then dropped her arms to lace loosely around his neck, noting idly that he wasn't as warm as one ought to be this close (and not quite recalling that under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be, either.)

"I think," she whispered near his ear, "that this is where the other me would order you to stop teasing so."

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He pulled back, but only a little, before kissing her on the mouth once again.

"You don't remember this part about me," he murmured against her lips, "But I'm not one to tease."