017--Tabloids

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on the beach with a stack of Tabloids, reading. One looks like this





And another has a picture of her and the Doctor snogging on it.]

Every time I do something, it makes the funny pages. It's starting to get a bit old, really.

Comments

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he made a little noise in his throat if you heard it, Rose] Are you really sure about that?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[She's smirking, because she did] Pretty sure.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[and now he leans in, grinning, and oh yes, that's Scottish you hear, in a low tone] Never be too sure about anything.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Must. Resist. Turning. To. GOO.] You call that something?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[and now he's tracing her jaw casually, pausing to brush his thumb behind her ear and yes, still Scottish] What do you call it?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Changes her petting to running her fingernails over his scalp, and kdjfalkdfs Doctoooooor] Trying to do something. And not doing it.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[That feels damn good but he's not giving up! Brushes his fingers down her neck and drags them lightly around] I could say the same for you.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Isn't, either! Even though she's slowly turning into mush! She's leaning in and whispering while keeping the fingernail thing up] Really? Then why am I wearing your tie?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[You'll looooose, Rose. The Doctor shifts his head, brushing his lips just barely against her ear and murmurs] It looks nice on you.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Guh. Flail. And other things. WAIT. NO.] You think so? [Runs her fingernails down his spine, now] I bet it'd look even better with your shirt, under it.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[there was a slight shiver at that but only slight. He can repress things when he wants] Oh, I dunno. I like how it looks on you. [now he's dipping his fingers over her collarbone in spirals]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Damn you, Doctor. Her are going lower and making their way around to his front] Maybe I should wear it more often.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh yeah, Rose? well now he slides his hand over her neck and around to the back, playing with spot where the spine starts] Maybe you should.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[....this earns a noise. And a shiver. But she's not giving up.] I could do that, instead of a metal bikini.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[now he's playing his fingers down her spine. HOW DOES THAT FEEL, ROSE?] You could if you like.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[SHE'S SO CLOSE TO GIVING IN--and definitely fiddling with the buttons on his trousers] Oh, I think this is more about what you like.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[HE'S IGNORING THAT. Right now he wants her to give in. So while one hand is touching her spine, he uses the other to rub her neck] I quite like the sound of that.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[He's good, if he can ignore that. He's getting Rose all shivery, though.] Do you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[oh, he's very single-minded good. And now the hand on her neck runs juuust around her chest and down her side] I think so.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Funny you should use that icon, because she gives up and kisses him] Good.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[and he gives her a thorough kiss back before...pulling away with a big happy smile. Rose, why do you deal with him?] Brilliant! Sounds like we agree.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Now she's pouting at him, because he'd better follow through with what he started] We agreed from the beginning.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks a bit amused, hand still on her side] I think you'll owe me later then, eh?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Squeaks] Later? Why later? [Still has her hands on the hem of his pants]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he's such a sadist. ROSE'S PAIN DELICIOUS] Why not?