“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re sayin’ you’re a good kisser even though y’ haven’t kissed anyone in this body?” A pause. “Doesn’t sound very convincin’.”
She squints at her. “Okay so my past selves we’re good kissers… it’s an assumption yaz, i mean, you could just kiss me if you want to find out what this body kisses like…” and then she blushed when she realised what she had said… but didn’t take it back.
“I hope you’re plannin’ on kissin’ meh, I’m definitely in need of kisses and snuggles… don’t ya agree.” Theta grins.
The Master squashes his face into the pillow, with a plaintive and childish whine.
“You utterly disarm and fluster me,” he complains, then very sharply, like a cat having sighted prey, lashes out and grabs her waist, rolls on top of her and kisses her hard and fierce on the lips.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, look what I caught.”
Theta laughed in shock, tho she shouldn’t have been, having hoped he would grab her, and kissed him back happily.
“Oh no~! Help~ help, I’ve been captured by a handsomelydebonairgenius who is too charming to resist.” she said over dramatically, barely hiding her laughter behind her acting.
The Doctor looked up at her love in surprise, having been trying to keep her shivering to a minimum. She had hoped she was doing a good job of hiding them… but apparently not.
“Th-thanks K-Kosch…” She then frowned. “But… what about you?”
The blond clutches at his coat, which dwarfed her, keeping it tugged around her. she buries her nose into the fabric, both smelling it and thankful for the warmth.
“Oh, you know me. A positive furnace.”
It’s true, he loves cold weather; it quells the sweltering of his core body temperature, which has always been elevated, but particularly since his botched resurrected in 2009 London.
So he stands in the frigid air, soaking it into his ever-feverish pores, while beaming down at his slip of a lover.
“Then perhaps, Mr Hot Furnace, you should also wrap your arms around me while we watch this once in 5000years event, hmm?” she smirked at him, just wanting him to hug her.
//it’s 4:30 pm and the suns setting – it’s making me think it’s the late afternoon around 7 – so disoriented, but I’m gonna have a rest and then see if I can actually get onto my laptop… otherwise I’ll try and answer something while here on Mobile
A laugh suddenly left his mouth in reaction to what the time agent had asked him.
“A date? Are you asking me on a date?”
But the laugh wasn’t a happy laugh, it was one of surprise, surprise at the audacity that Jack had to even ask him after running off for 3 months, without even a good bye or when he would be back.
He shook his head slowly a bitter smile on his face.
“I don’t think I can, I don’t think I can put myself through that… I know Im a danger to myself, but not to that degree.” He gave a short bitter laugh.
The Archivists eyebrow raised up at his question and stops putting the books back on the book shelf, a worried frown appearing on the time lady’s face.
She doesn’t answer him straight away and walks over to sit down next to him, leaning against him and wrapped her arms around him, being small enough to get under his arm.
“Because you are the best thing that happened to me. Because without you, I doubt I would have ever opened that watch, because you give me meaning to my long life, now that I’ve lost my planet and my Archive… Jack.. you even gave me a job along side Ianto in the Archives.” She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.
“Nah, I don’t need one, plus it’s your day, so you get a cupcake and a gift.”
She held it out beaming.
“Go on. Open it.- nowait! You have to blow out your candle and make a wish first… then you can open it.”
“Oh, you and your quaint little traditions.” The Doctor smiled fondly, and, as ushered, blew the candle out – took a second to look as though he were pondering what sort of wish a time-jumping alien would wish for (and then did anyway). He took the candle out of the cake, once the wish had been thought off into the universe, and then a small bite of the cake, more galactic icing than anything. Of course it tasted wonderful; it was a gift. “If all of these surprises are anything to judge by your baking again – I simply can’t wait to see what could possibly surpass this..” The Doctor tucked the candle away; nonchalantly, it ended up behind his ear as a pencil might, and then received the box. He was handling the cupcake in one hand, and the box in the other. “Shall we find somewhere to sit? Then perhaps I can give up this juggling ordeal—”
Amelia laughed at just much of a Dork her best friend was. She wasn’t going to tell him that she had bought the cupcake and only did the icening herself.
“Oh! Yeah sure! How’s about you sit down on the pilot seat and I’ll hold your cupcake while you open it?” She couldn’t wait to see his expression.
“Don’t worry, I won’t eat it.” The ginger smirked, adding that as an after thought to reassure the TimeLord.
“Oh! Thank you!” The Doctor takes the cupcake, and he’s immediately beaming from cheek to cheek (he’s almost flushed) because, by Rassilon, it has a space-themed topping, and was an unexpected, but very welcome surprise. “It’s a good job you didn’t actually go for a proper cake, there is almost never enough room for the appropriate amount of candles–” and he’s rambling, but he stops once he sees the box in her hand. “And you brought one for yourself, I see?”
“Nah, I don’t need one, plus it’s your day, so you get a cupcake and a gift.”
She held it out beaming.
“Go on. Open it.- nowait! You have to blow out your candle and make a wish first… then you can open it.”
It took a moment of blinking before she adapted to the dim room… and then frowned at the words that had been spoken.
“Oi! Who you callin’ Fake, i think id know if i was fake…
…Actually scratch that, seein’ as Rory was an Auton once and i was a flesh duplicate for practically 9 months and we didn’t know that we were not ourselves….” She muttered as she walked slowly over, studying him.
“You on the other hand… I cant say fake, because no one fakes that kind of look in their eyes, and i kno’ what the Doctor looks like when he’s angry…. but… you’ve gotten older…” She lifts her hand as if to touch him.
“Huh, you almost sound as if you are the real deal. Too bad I won’t be fooled by this little act of yours.”
Whoever this was, really was a striking image of her. Not just in looks but her behavior as well. However, he would not allow himself to be fooled by this imposter. Never.
“It’s been a very long time since I went by that name, nine hundred years since I stopped being him.” Dark glared coldly at the ginger, clenching his fists tightly, “They’ve made you so realistic… But the Amelia Pond I know is long gone.”
Amy frowns even more.
“Older and more grumpy. You’re definitely Mr grumpy pants now. And hey, hush, I really don’t want to know how I end up dead thanks… it’s not something I want to think about, especially if you end up like this because of me…” she scoffed, ignoring that he still thought she wasn’t Amy. She knew she was and she wouldn’t be put off by him.
“Seriously I’m not worth this, so it better be because of something else and not me…” she sighs… till a thought hit her.
“….Wait… your not gonna end up kidnapping me and changing time now, are you? I’d rather you kidnapped me together with Rory… and won’t that, you know… kill time or something… isn’t that… dangerous?”
She really hoped she didn’t give him an idea now… shit…
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