Who: Tara and John Smith/Tenth Doctor When: Friday Where: John’s flat What: Makin’ plans for the day Rating: Low Status: Complete
Laying on his couch -- feet propped lazily over the side - and bottle of coke next to him on the coffee table, John considered his day. He hadn’t had any dreams recently, and so he was feeling in a rather normal mood, considering. Normal for him, anyway.
It was nice being an All Important and Very Last Time Lord and all, but sometimes that shit got plain tiring. Sometimes he just wanted to do normal people things. Speaking of, he pulled out his phone and dialed up his very bestest of pals.
Ring--!
Tara had been at work, thank you very much, and was just about to head home early for the day when John called. Answering on the second ring, she balanced the phone between her jaw and shoulder while fishing for the keys to her car.
“Hi! Oh I was just about to call you. I had the most wonderful day,” she said, and then proceeded to ramble on about her wonderful day. Because he’d listen, or at least pretend to.
Of course he listened! He was a details kind of guy! John nodded, mm--hmmed and sipped his coke through her story. When she was done -- or at least appeared to be done, she could have just taken a second for a breather, honestly -- he rolled over on the couch, chin propped on the armrest. “So are you coming over? I think you should help me pick out a new computer.”
Tara (on bluetooth, of course) had been talking about her day long enough that she was right outside John’s place when he asked if she’d come over. “Oh! I’m already here,” she said as if that was a normal occurrence. Which it really was. She climbed out of her car and headed toward the building. “Do you want to go to the store to look for computers?”
It really was a normal occurrence. So normal, in fact, that he didn’t even really respond to it other than lifting himself up off of the couch and trodding with bare feet toward the tdoor to let her in. “Well,” he said over the phone, “it could be good.” A pause, as he opened the door, greeting Tara face to face. “If you want, of course.”
Tara grinned at him -- as she was wont to do -- as she put her phone in her bag. Leaning up on her toes, she secured her arms around his neck in a neck-hug-thing and kissed him quickly in greeting. “Of course I want to!” she told him, grabbing his hand. She was the technology and stuff expert, after all.
Yep. And he was just the poor sod that had no idea about computers -- well. No. That wasn’t true. He was quite good with technology. But he very much liked to include Tara when he did things.
He quick hug-kissed back, and then took her hand -- paused, and then just lifted her up in general. “Need my shoes, you know.” Okay, weird. Sorry. Apparently soda made him strange.
Tara was just good with tech in general. It was just something she did well. She had had a computer mind for more than 900 years, after all. According to her dreams, anyway.
Giving a yelp as John lifted her up onto his shoulder, the girl giggled and let herself hang there while he held onto her. “What are you doing!” she demanded through said giggles. And then pinched his bum, because hello put me down and stuff.
It had been pretty spur of the moment, (although he’d done it before, and would probably do it again) but even John had to give a yelp at the arse pinch and drop her onto her feet in the living room. “I needed shoes! Apparently you don’t get service without!”
With her feet back on the ground, Tara just giggled and followed John to his shoe-putting-on spot. She leaned on the wall and crossed her arms, and nudged him with a toe. Because she was excited to see him and she was touchy feely and slightly annoying! “Why do you need a new computer? Are you getting a laptop? What have you looked at? Can we get lunch?”
“Just want one. Mine’s getting old, you know? Even with tinkering, laptops over five years old start feeling it.” John backed his work up every day, but really didn’t want to ever he in the position where he lost anything based on a finicky computer. He didn’t get angry often, but felt like that might be something that might do it for him.
“Thinking an Apple?” He shrugged, looking perplexed. Couldn’t they just go to the Computer Store and get a Computer? He should have known better. The Doctor probably would be ashamed. He finished up tying his straight laced trainers and tapped his feet on the floor in a manner that was nearly child-like. “Of course we can have lunch! That’s half the fun of going out!”
Tara could never stop smiling at John. His manners, the way he rambled (that so matched her ability), and, well, just him. She adored everything about the man who was tapping his feet excitedly now that his shoes were on. Grabbing said individual’s hand and giving it a squeeze, she leaned down to his level and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Come on then,” she mumbled, moving her nose against his in a good-natured eskimo kiss. “We’ll get you a new computer and some lunch.” Grin. “And maybe I’ll improve it with some good old Jiggery Pokery.” He’d get it.
He did get it. John smiled a little stupidly, although he wasn’t sure if it was over her words or the kiss or even both. “Okay,” he said, but tilted his head up to steal another kiss first. Lately he just wanted to do that more often than not. He might have been a bit oblivious, but he was not exactly blind to Tara’s charms, either.
Tara leaned away after his kiss, and pulled him up. Had she been a bit more clued into their we-are-totally-dating-ness, they probably wouldn’t have made it to the computer store at all. Clueless as ever, she gave him another tug toward the door. “Come on, then!” she said brightly. “Shopping and grilled cheese awaits!”