The Doctor (storm_inc) wrote in earth12_logs, @ 2009-05-10 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | booster!boosterseat, doctor!storm_inc |
So. All made up and about partied out, The Doctor and his newly-re-established TARDIS guest attempt to ignore each others' fidgets and fusses while discussing
their life philosophies! Dun dun dunnnnn.
Booster: This is one reason I don't look ahead. Time is cruel.
The Doctor: See, and THAT'S where I call you a coward.
The Doctor: It takes strength to face that pain every day and keep asking for it, keep caring.
Booster: I care!! >8|
Booster: I care a lot, care all the time. I just choose to live in the present, unlike SOME people.
Booster: I know what's in the future, and in the past. It's what's happening right NOW which is fun and new and worth it.
The Doctor: And so you try to deny your past. Try to curtain and barricade and make it somehow not a part of the present.
Booster: Do not. 8|
The Doctor: But there isn't this finiteness to time!
The Doctor: It's a string, not a series of points, Booster!
Booster: Booster's my childhood nickname!
Booster: Booster's who I am, who I've always been! This is not goddamn witness protection, it's me!
The Doctor: It's SELF-protection by SELF-denial.
The Doctor: You will always be more than the toothpaste man.
Booster: As opposed to SELF-torture by SELF-castigation. 8|
The Doctor: At least I'm living. Living HURTS.
The Doctor: It's SUPPOSED TO.
Booster: Doesn't have to.
Booster: And it IS NOT. *this is where Booster demonstrates forcefully*
Booster: *with tongue*
The Doctor: *and rattling down the halls of the TARDIS, through doorways, probably onto a Chesterfield in front of a roaring fire*
Booster: *and panting between breaths, continually cut off* there are other ways -- to live-- to feel-- than hurting--
The Doctor: *and biting, not viciously but FIRMLY, and gripping deeply into flesh and holding ON* The good, it's -- always there too. -- You need -- you need them BOTH, Booster.
The Doctor: Michael.
Booster: Shut up.
The Doctor: *blazing glare*
The Doctor: YOU NEED. THEM BOTH.
Booster: *right back atcha*
Booster: Take your own advice.
The Doctor: Take? What am I not taking here?
The Doctor: *rips off your shirt for emphasis*
The Doctor: Am I holding back, do you see me holding out on you in some way?
Booster: YEAH!
Booster: *a deep kiss, a pin, fists clenched in your shirt to return the favor.*
The Doctor: Wait!
Booster: The next time you use that name, I'd better have one to use back.
The Doctor: *vulnerable*
The Doctor: The jacket.
The Doctor: Don't.
The Doctor: The jacket.
Booster: *freezes*
Booster: *freezes, completely still, for long, long seconds*
Booster: *and then crumples up laughing, laughing so hard he's crying, laughing at you*
The Doctor: We all take different pieces of meaning with us.
The Doctor: We all MAKE different meanings.
Booster: *rolling off of you and laughing, not even listening anymore.*
Booster: Aaaaha hahaaha haha. Sure! Right. Meanings. *wipes a tear away*
The Doctor: *sulks*
Booster: Bahahahahaha!
The Doctor: *glare again, totally over your head*
The Doctor: You certainly know how to inspire confidence.
Booster: *half-curled, belting out laughter, enjoying life* *you will never see him so happy as he is now*
Booster: *likely sprawled on the rug before that fire now*
The Doctor: *stalks out*
Booster: *stretches out* *pillows his grin in folded arms*
The Doctor: *takes your shirt with him, for to throw it over and over against a wall somewhere*
Booster: *calls after you* Hang up your jacket!!
The Doctor: *pops a head back in* Wot? I can't hear you over all that CACKLING.
Booster: Hahaha. *stretched out, firelit, half-naked, sweaty, tousled blond hair in disarray. And he knows it. And this grin is just for you.* Hang up. Your jacket.
The Doctor: *comes to loom over you* You've missed the point completely. As usual.
The Doctor: *crouches down*
Booster: Yeees, and that makes two of us. But at least I have a sense of humor about it.
The Doctor: You. Have to.
The Doctor: *trails fingertips sooooo lightly down your breastbone*
Booster: *blinks. An airheaded smile, which itself is a challenge: watch me not* Have to miss the point?
Booster: *little satisfied hiss*
The Doctor: *straddles you, forces your hands up and molds them to the lapels*
The Doctor: *drops his hands and stares*
Booster: *a small, speculative smile to start, as he lets you do your thing*
Booster: *It fades into pure curiosity as the silence stretches, and he rubs the lapels lightly between thumb and fingers*
The Doctor: *hums ever so quietly in the back of his throat. a vibration, nothing more*
Booster: *It's nice leather. Believe it or not, he's temporarily content just with this.*
The Doctor: *but the leather still transmits it*
Booster: *He scans your face, still feeling the leather. Eventually, he smooths them back down, hands running flat across the breast, and drops one hand to support. He curls the other around your neck and pushes up for a kiss, if you'll have it*
The Doctor: *after such a thorough assessment, so uncommonly sober, he expects the kiss to be rampant. or playful. or anything but the deep, intent, focused thing it is. he grabs onto that hair, fistfuls of it, and holds on because he's unable to do anything else*
Booster: *and release, and a look. With a slight smile, partly at the hands in his hair and partly because he's resolved: I won't take things from you.*
Booster: *and a little voice in back of his head adds, wry and unwanted: That's your specialty.*
Booster: *whoops. Did he just whisper those two lines out loud? Might've.*
Laurel: (wait, i'm confused. it's DOC'S specialty to take? 8/)
Lina: (Every time he calls him Michael, every time he knows things and understands things that nobody else does, he tries so hard to take away parts of Booster that the man so stubbornly clings to.)
Laurel: (oh, okay.)
The Doctor: *he rears back, more even than if he'd been punched in the liver (five times more potent to a Time Lord than the solar plexus)*
The Doctor: If that's....
The Doctor: If that's what you....
The Doctor: Fine.
Booster: *still got a firm hand on your neck*
Booster: *not letting go*
The Doctor: *the finality on his face is agonizing, and he shoves off the restraining hand*
Booster: *annoyed, flings the other hand around to grip*
The Doctor: But I will not have half of you.
The Doctor: *throws himself up and off*
The Doctor: There is no other name, Booster
Booster: Then you'd better get used to all of me. *hands fisted in your jacket. Off? Really?*
The Doctor: It is title, it is identifier. It is curse.
The Doctor: *self-deprecating laugh* I FIX the universe, isn't that wonderful?
The Doctor: Such a better place, it is.
Booster: It's pain. 8|
The Doctor: Yes. And it is MINE, and I will carry it, and you will NOT make me take it off.
Booster: That's what I'm saying.
Booster: I won't take it from you.
The Doctor: *grips your face tightly* But you will have to look at it. You will have to see. I am past, and future, and it's impossible to have me and not have them.
The Doctor: *kisses you softly* There's no present in the TARDIS. She is always.
The Doctor: I. Am always.
Booster: *tilts his head in the grip, a little annoyed* *but takes the kiss*
Booster: *and waits a bit* And are you done yet?
Booster: Wouldn't wanna interrupt your monologue or anything.
The Doctor: *bit annoyed too* Oh, terribly sorry if I'm boring you. Wouldn't want to bare bits of my soul in inconvenient places.
Booster: No, I'm listening. *that little smile's back, playing around his lips.*
The Doctor: *growls, and finally snaps, utterly ravaging your mouth*
Booster: *laughs into it, delighted. You melodramatic son of a bitch.*
Booster: *feel free to pin him, he's enjoying life again*
The Doctor: *bites your lower lip at the smile, and follows your weight down to the floor, detouring to suck on an earlobe just to hear the gasp*
Booster: Mmmm *and gasps a little at the end of it, through this broad open smile, holding onto you firmly this time*
The Doctor: *rasping into your ear* How long you figure to hold onto that smile?
Booster: *breathes* You mean you're not having fun?
The Doctor: *hotnsexystare* I don't *nip* generally smile through this kind of fun.
The Doctor: *drops a sucking kiss to the column of your throat*
The Doctor: Then again
Booster: *appreciative moan*
The Doctor: my mouth's usually busy.
Booster: Noticed that.
The Doctor: *raises his head to stare at you. and wait.*
Booster: *the smile's just a little glimmer now, a fondness, possessive and strong. His turn to seek out the kiss. But no, it won't go away.*
Booster: *Why should it? You're here.*
Laurel: (ded. ded of woobie.)
The Doctor: *understanding dawns, more feeling transmitted in kissing than ever could be with other uses of the tongue. and he starts the nipping, and the teasing, light stroking, and kisses that just barely land all over your face and make you breathless with trying to keep up*
The Doctor: *until your Doctor's grinning down at you, looking almost like a puppy with his oversized ears and his shit-eating, 'come get me' grin plastered across his mug*
Booster: *oh, that's what he likes to see. Broad, suddenly mischievous grin.*
Booster: *Braces one foot, uses opposite forearm as pivot, and flips! Nice plush carpet for you to land on, trust him, he's tested it.*
Booster: *Panting down at you, now, getting just a second's breath back.*
The Doctor: *fwups down, but rears back up immediately, diving for your mouth and jawline and REFUSING to give even that moment of space*
Booster: *pins then! Matching your pace and upping it!*
Aaand the camera pans away to a nice, fuzzy view of the fire. Ooh, pretty fire.
Warning for (tasteful) guy-on-guy action