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[Yeah that was an attempt to change conversation that apparently isn't going to work given how one-tracked the pair of them seem to be at the moment.] Ah. Good, good. [Mentally he's quite aware of the time now - two minutes seventeen, sixteen, fifteen... - and it's annoying to a degree unlike anything ever has a right to be so.] Probably c-crawl up under the sofa and chew on the carpet.

[Well they have been behaving themselves for hours now.]

S'not like the rabbits haven't chewed on the carpet there before. [Oh she's beginning to suspect that, but it's fun to ask him anyway. She runs her fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp this time.] How much longer now, Mr. Time Lord?

[Nnn.]

Mmminute and a half. Give or take. We ought to keep them from doing that. Must be a way to train rabbits.

[She's getting more bold now, figuring that it's close enough and that he's invested enough in what's going to happen in a minute and a half that he won't complain. She loosens his tie and unbuttons another button, sliding her hand inside his shirt, nails scraping against his skin.]

Minute and a half. Awfully lot of time a minute and a half. [She sort of shifts to see if she can actually see the rabbits.] Maybe put some of that bitter tastin' stuff on the carpets.

[He'd had an inkling she might do that but at the same time was he really going to stop her? Seriously?

Of course not.] Bitter sstuff, yeah. Keep 'em from destroying it. Get 'em some chew toys or somethi-ing so they have something else to concentrate on. [One minute two, one minute one, one minute, fifty-nine seconds...]

[At least not this late in the game.]

Could hit the pet store tomorrow. See what they've got. [She says it in that distant sort of tone that implies she's not really paying attention to what she's saying. She shifts a little so that she can dip her head and nibble at the top of his ear.]

[His stomach drops a little bit more and he all but makes a little noise because so not fair. Stupid self-imposed rules: he's got all sorts of bloodflow things already happening and she's being quite flex with the timing and thirty-one, thirty, twenty-nine...]

Tomorrow's S... Saturday. When do they open? Are they open? I haven't, I haven't had to go there on a Ssaturday yet. [Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen...] Most places are though, on Saturday. Open. [Eight, seven, six...] I like Saturdays. [Three, two...]

[She thought her flexibility was one of his favorite things about her. ;)]

Ought to be open. Lotsa people do errands on Saturday. [She's aware that the time is almost up, but she knows that he is too and since he's the one that imposed the rules, he's the one that gets to end it. She tilts her head a bit more, licking his earlobe. When she whispers in his ear, it's low and raspy] What time is it now, Mr. Time Lord?

[Oh ho ho.

He's been practically feeling each second drag out of him this whole time now and her own... ministrations, or whatever one calls them, have only made them drag on and out even slower. The whispering in his ear, blowing over the area she'd just been attending to in the process, and time running out all at roughly the same time - she's barely finished the question before he's at his full limit.]

Time. [It's fairly vague, but he follows it so quickly with a turn to capture her mouth while it's so close still, that it probably doesn't matter. But seriously, time restriction lifted. Entirely. Congratulations Rose, you have a very aroused Time Lord to play with. A few seconds later and he starts trying to turn over so he's not lying on her back to front without breaking the kiss.]

[Well she can't argue with the results of his little rule imposition. In fact, she rather likes the results. She smiles against the kiss at first and then the smiles fades because practically breath-taking, both his response and the almost instant headiness of something acquired that she's been waiting for. She tangles her fingers in his hair, shifting and assisting with the turning over bit, done mostly successfully without really breaking the kiss. Her other hand is pulling at the buttons on his shirt and there's an excellent chance one or two of them aren't going to remain intact because she's impatient and she wants him now.

Of course with all of this wanting and waiting and impatience, he's getting a good dose of emotions like desperate desire and need.]

[As though he needs any more of those. He's been all but marinating in them since they got back home, even more and more so as she cottoned on to the game she could play as the countdown ticked away.

He pulls his own tie out of the collar and off with one hand, the knot coming undone and sliding away fast enough to actually sort of redden the side of his neck, not that he would notice. After that it's the buttons on his own coat - although she being the one wearing it, they're backwards, which is opposite to how he's used to doing them. Considering he's taking care of them one-handed and not looking at what he's doing, they go fairly quickly, and he gets his hand to exploring her side and stomach immediately, looking for as much skin contact as he can.]

[So sorry, Doctor. If she were thinking a bit more, she'd try to control those emotions a little more. She's as much a victim of that countdown as he is at this point.

Excellent that he's helping her with this undressing bit. She gets his shirt unbuttoned slash ripped open and her hands go to his chest, sliding across his skin, over his ribs, thumbs pressing against his hipbones and then back up. His hands against her skin get a sharp gasp of his name out of her and then a soft sort of moan. She nips at his bottom lip and tugs at his hair a bit.]

[Good. He might be a little annoyed if he was alone in that particular aspect.

He grins a little with her reactions, since this is honestly already basically worth all that wait. Although he is going to have to apparently go button-hunting later. Her hands make hot trails, dragging them down and back up again, and he makes a vague noise of protest at the direction change. The words are basically mumbled against her lips, unwilling as he is to break contact long enough to say them properly.] I really like this coat.

[Waiting isn't so bad when it's followed up by this.

Yes button hunting and sewing. The noise of protest gets a grin out of her and she slides both hands back down his chest, across his stomach, coming to a rest at the waistband of his pants. She dips her fingers into the waistband of his pants.] S'brilliant coat. Might have to wear it more often.

[I doubt he'll have the patience for sewing. He'll probably just wind up having to buy another shirt.

The hands earn her a roll of the hips both to entice them lower and just because of some other reason he's really not that aware of or thinking about. But there's two reasons. He also changes his attention, moving down her jawline to the spot between it and her ear, occasionally nipping at the lobe.]

May have to let you, you keep wearing it like this.

[It seems more likely. She probably can sew on a button but it's frustrating and she sticks her fingers and really, new shirt is better. She'll use the old, somewhat buttonless one for a night shirt.

The hip rolling gets a throat groan out of her and her hands dip lower then higher as she makes short work of the button and zip on his pants. She pushes them down a bit, one hand lingering on his hip, the other cupped around him. She tilts her head to the side to allow him more access tot hat sensitive spot. His ministrations pull a gasp from her that sounds a bit like 'oh god Doctor'. It takes her a moment to get her thoughts together enough to respond to him verbally.] Only way to wear it 'long as 'm concerned.

[He's so lost in working on remembering exactly what she does when he does that right here, and how she responds to this, or how she feels underneath him in this moment, that he barely registers her fiddling with his zip and button until she's already pushing them down and has a hand cupping him. His breath hitches for a moment, but he doesn't stop his ministrations - taking advantage of her granting him easier access to the fullest degree, moving to her mouth when she gasps and says something, swallowing the words in a deep kiss, then trailing down her jaw to her collarbone and then her chest.]

[There's a certain kind of gratification that comes with being able to get that sort of noise out of him. Words really aren't important so when he kisses her, she doesn't try to repeat what she said. She arches up into that trail of kisses he's laying, her fingers tangling in his hair, keeping him close. She growls a little in the back of her throat, her hand still around him, fingers sliding up and down.]

[She arches up into him, and he pushes down into her, being slightly more adventurous in the attention he's giving her with his mouth even as the attention he's getting from her hand proves to be more and more distracting - at one point she gets just the right motion and he all but groans, stopping for just a moment to bury his face in her shoulder. She normally feels warm to his skin but right now she's burning trails everywhere, and as he returns, paying particular attention to this one point at the back of her jawbone, he lets one hand drift down between her legs to return the favour.]

[The groan and the way he buries his face against her shoulder drives her a little crazy in a good way, a spire of want flashing through her, then he moves his hand down and oh. That's going distract her to the point that she goes still for a moment. When that moment breaks, she pushes down against his hand, clinging to him a bit more tightly. There's a rush of words that's something like ohfuckdoctorpleaseohgod. She's not particularly asking for anything, just expressing extreme yes at his actions. Her own actions are probably a bit impaired because she can't think but her enthusiasm is doubled.]

[See that is a very good response. Between the physical and the emotional, he's really only solely feeling entirely encouraged, and the enthusiasm is appreciated. In all honesty, he's not doing a whole lot of thinking right now either - or maybe just all of it at once and it's indistinguishable from itself. That could be it too.] What was that? [It's muttered without his really stopping what he's doing to the place under her ear, and it's quite plausible that it's her encouragement that's got him being just slightly more comfortable than normal.]

[Comfortable and encouraged is an excellent thing for him to feel. She twines one of her legs around his, the heel of her foot high up on his inner thigh. She arches up against his mouth, head back, a sort of whimper coming from the back of her throat. It's a good noise. Her hand squeezes him a bit as she grinds against him.] No-nothing. It's--feels good. [Really, all those feelings of good are going to have to suffice because words are not coming out terribly well.]

[He was really just trying to get her to say it again anyway, and really after the squeeze-grind combo he doesn't hear anything very well for a few seconds anyway, curling his fingers a bit and going slightly more rigid around the shoulders. He moves back to her mouth properly, kissing at first and then looking to deepen it if given permission.]

[Oh, it's fairly guaranteed she'll say it again. Perhaps not that string of words but something to that effect. She slides her free hand up his back to tangle in his hair, absolutely giving permission to deepen that kiss. In fact, there's a touch of demand there with the way she tugs at his hair.]

[He takes it, tasting her even as he adds another finger to what he's doing below. At this point he is already starting to feel himself getting close, and the tug on his hair and all associated meaning therein push him just that much closer, so he redoubles his efforts: hand, mouth, now the other hand - limited reach owing to this elbow propping up most of his weight - skirting along her ribs and seeking out areas that are particularly sensitive.]

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She's just going to randomly call him that now.

Mr. Time Lord? it's got an interesting mildly contradictory title thing happening

It does, doesn't it?

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