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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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

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.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

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."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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."