poly_chromatic | 025 ▌Un to Intentional Recording [video]

Unless you start accumulating them much faster than you have been, it should work for a while yet, I think.

[That gets a bit of a smile in return as he moves to sit on the bed as well.]

Most of them are. The planets. And the tours, actually. Sometimes. It depends on how much of it is boring.

I think so. Ought to take pictures of it in the different stages. [She's probably becoming rather camera happy lately. She's got this idea that if she can take enough pictures and write enough down, they can keep this going forever. They've got the same issues; they're just handling them vastly different.

She piles pillows at the head of the bed and grabs an obnoxious, bright, pink, faux fur blanket from the foot. She drapes it over her shoulders and sort of reclines on the bed, her fingers still entwined with his. She's not willing to let go of him anytime soon and honestly, if she falls asleep holding onto him, he might have to pry himself away from her.]

Well this is goin' to be one of your favourite planets and tours.

[He's noticing. He can't tell if she's planning something with all these pictures or just suddenly likes taking pictures for some reason. She's handling them with plans and backups and in-case-I'm-gone's and he's handling it with sad. Very different.

That is a very pink, fur blanket you have there, Rose. He watches her move and scoots up the bed until he's sort of facing her on his side with his head on some of the pillows she piled up, still holding hands.]

You cold? [Because of the blanket. He's exhausted, physically, emotionally, the ticking is going to stop in seventeen minutes and he's already starting to feel his relief echo back at him from then and he's not sure what to do about any or all of it. It's not resolved - it can't be, there isn't an answer for it - and there's not much more that can be said right now partly because he is unwilling to say it. He's settled for lying very close to her, hands entwined.]

Getting there, yeah. You'll have to tell me what makes it so special.

[Planning for just in case. Rose's first priority always is to take care of the Doctor. This is all she can do for the moment. He has to have something to keep him from going 'round the bend while she rips a way back to him.

Mmmm yes but also very tactile which is the reason for getting it. She shakes her head at his question and slides closer to him, one leg draping over his as she moves close enough their bodies are nearly touching.]

It's sorta somethin' you've got to experience. [She whispers this just before leaning in to kiss him. It's a slow, languid kiss that says they've got lots of time. Nothing to hurry about here.]

[It is very difficult not to reach over and play with some of the strands poking up off the corner of her shoulder, so he settles for the little bit that didn't get dragged quite all the way up and is poking over at clasped hand height. Just a few fingers on the hand closest, feeling the fur between and on them and playing with it for a few moments before moving the slight bit back to where it had been before. She's started moving and it's better to pay attention to that sort of thing.

They haven't really got enough room to hold all four hands between them, so he lets go of one and lets it slide up her back and basically do the same thing he was just doing with the fur blanket, with her hair. (Which sounds horrible, but it's just a running-fingers-through-watching-mild-awe-appreciation sort of thing.) It has the added effect of pulling her upper body a little bit more towards him, not that there's that much distance to cover. But, he keeps the kiss at the same pace, calming himself, his thoughts, his anxieties, fears, all go in the process. This can have the unintended effect of her catching as much or as little of that as you want, he's just in such a vulnerable state at the moment it seemed like something that might happen because he forgot.]

Got a lot of that already. Experiences.

[When he starts playing with her hair, she does move closer so that there's not a lot of space between them. She pulls their joined hands up to rest between their chests.

She's taking her cue from him as far as the kissing goes. She reasons it's the best way to make certain that he's getting what he needs right now. Her free hand slides through his hair, down to his neck, dipping down into his collar. She's a little surprised by what she does get from him, simply because he's usually more in control and not broadcasting anything to her until things are much more physical. The fear and anxiety only surprise her in the strength that he feels them. She's known he's afraid of losing her for a while but it's the fear of losing everything else that surprises her. In response to all his fear and anxiety, it's almost instinct to send back feelings of love, faith and determination, reassuring him that she will find him. If she weren't determined to stay here, and to keep him here before, she certainly is now.]

Hmmm so you goin' to take over this tour, Doctor? [It's said in a whispery, teasing tone of voice between kisses]

[Losing her in that manner is definitely something he's worried about, although he's worried about losing her in any manner. Parallel universes, death... Anything in between.]

Long as the tour guide doesn't mind.

[He doesn't really wait too much for verbal confirmation though - everything up until now and the feelings he's getting from her feel like enough of that. The slow and languid is nice but a bit passive for how he's feeling at the moment, despite how much she has been able to do in calming things down. It's definitely not to the same desperate level he'd been at a little while ago in the hammock, but to a point it is fairly obvious that there's a connection being made.]

[The kiss has made her forget there was a question, but the tour guide definitely does not mind and that's obvious from the way she responds, melting into the kiss, moving against him and responding in kind. Her hand drifts up from his neck, into his hair.]

[His hand moves conveniently to about the point it is in your icon, so thank you for using that one. As for the responding and moving, that mostly prompts a shift in weight distribution, leaning a little more towards, into, and on her and moving their clasped hands to the side so they aren't stuck between them.]

[Excellent hand placement. She follows his lead, rolling almost to her back. She keeps one leg sort of wrapped around his, encouraging him with a little breathy gasp into the kiss.]

[He rolls with her to her back, tangled legs becoming one of his between both of hers as he lies on her, though certainly more tangled towards the calves. The gasp he takes as permission to deepen things further, and does so, gradually but somewhat insistently.]

[That gasp is definitely permission to deepen things further. She'll encourage him more by tugging at his hair, arching up into him and whispering his name against his lips.]

[Yup, that'll do it. He breaks the kiss but only long enough to drop over to her neck, trailing down to those sensitive points and playing there; moving down to her collarbone to nip at the thin, tight skin there as well before moving back up and starting over.]

[Oh that's really going to do it. It really took him literally no time to figure out what drives her crazy. He's probably got a good deal of access to her neck, collarbone and throat because she's only wearing one of his shirts and since she was sleeping in it, it's not buttoned up all the way. All the love that's coming from her is going to pretty quickly turn to need and desire. She squeezes his hand, still clasped in hers but it's more of an 'oh god that feels good' squeeze then a reassuring sort of thing. Her free hand goes to the top button on the shirt he's wearing. She's gotten much better at undoing his buttons and makes quick work of the top two.]

[Well it's quite easy when she responds so openly to certain things more than others. She really is wonderfully straightforward about a number of things sometimes; it's an interesting quality to be able to maintain even nonverbally. Wearing his shirts is also very obliging of her, since it saves him some effort - he's got plenty of practice unbuttoning his own shirts. The buttons are on the right side and everything. However many she had bothered to do up for bed are pretty quickly done away with, hand moving to take advantage of the much warmer exposed skin.]

[Straightforward, definitely a Rose quality. One she's very grateful she has at this particular moment. She's finding new reasons to wear his clothes all the time. She may never wear anything else around the flat again. His hand against her skin makes her gasp in a very appreciative sort of way. It makes her hand on his buttons still for a moment before she resumes undressing him. She gets the over shirt unbuttoned and slides her hand underneath the tee shirt he's wearing beneath it, her hand going to his hip just above his pants.]

[She starts doing that, they'll run into the same problem they ran into a while back. Nothing'll ever get done. The gasp makes him grin a bit against her. He hasn't really had time to regulate much temperature wise and isn't putting a whole lot of effort into it beyond remaining comfortable. The hand by his hip is really just more encouragement if anything else, and he takes the moment to fall against her a bit more before returning to what he was doing.]

[She's having a hard time finding fault with that problem right now. It was a bigger problem (in her mind) then because they weren't having sex. Now she thinks it might be a fantastic problem to have. They've got a lot more entertainment options available to them.

She likes the way his skin feels cooler against hers even if it is a bit of a shock at first. She starts pulling up his tee shirt, working her hand up underneath it.]

[True. He does prefer getting things done on the whole but he's slightly more open to more possibilities now than he was at the time.

She is, on the other hand, wonderfully warm. His hand moves from her side to her stomach, fingers splaying out a bit and resting for a moment to feel her - heat, muscles, abdominal aorta, diaphragm moving to breathe in and out - before starting to slide up. Progress is halted momentarily by the sudden addition of a hot hand under his own shirt - not a sharp intake of breath, but a quick one.]

[It's a good reaction for him to have and she grins, biting her bottom lip before she leans in to kiss and nip lightly at his neck while she slides her hand around to his back, nails scraping lightly at his skin.]

[That's going to get her the low, grumbly noises she seems to enjoy eliciting from him, as well as a bit more movement to until he's lying with a leg on either side of hers. The resting and slow exploration for the moment is on haitus, with that hand having slid under her back to pull her up against him instead.]

[She loves the low, grumbly noises. Being pulled up against him like that is fairly fantastic as well. She lets out a breathy sort of sound of approval and finally lets got of his hand, moving both her hands to his shoulders to slide the button up shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. She hopes he'll help her tug the shirt off entirely so she can move onto pulling his tee shirt over his head.]

[He doesn't normally much fancy the restriction of movement that her pushing the shirt down his arms usually produces, so it's relatively quickly that he makes a vaguely annoyed sound and moves one of his hands to shake it out of the sleeve so he can go back to what he was doing.]

[That really was the desired action so she's pleased with it, despite the annoyed sound he makes. She pulls his tee shirt off so that she can run her hands over bare skin. She nibbles at his collar bone in an attempt to make him forget all of the annoyance and arches up against him, her bare skin against his.]

[There's a bit of a gasp when her hands run over his skin, between being warmer and just being extra contact in general. The collarbone does quite abruptly have the intended effect, although it's mostly the lattermost that gets the best reaction. Definitely not annoyed anymore. If any lingering annoyance is left over, it's that they still have more clothes to get rid of, and considering how close they seem to be staying to one another, that might get a short chance to pan out a bit. After a moment to adjust to so much more contact, he doesn't waste a whole lot of time mimicking her actions.]

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