Mike (ghost_writer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-09 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, tardis, tenth doctor |
Who: Tenth Doctor + Tara Smith (Tardis)
What: Drinking wine and making out. But they aren't, like, you know. Dating.
When: After these texts
Where: John (and Gwen's) place
Rating: pg 13
Status: Complete
Tara texted - drunk, happy and looking for more of the same when she stated her intent to visit him. The Doctor -- John Smith -- found it difficult to ever tell Tara 'no'. In this particular case, of suggested wine and kissing, he could really see no reason to do it at all, anyway.
In his dreams he was a Time Lord -- the last of his kind, who so often refused romance or love because he couldn't stand the thought of outliving someone he was with. Because he had other responsibilities. Tara, though, was cut from the same cloth. She was infinite and forever and part of time and space just as much as he was.
Really though, that wasn't something he was thinking of this second. Mostly what he was thinking was. "What. Kisses? Must have a shower to be fresh then!" Which he did, nearly dropping his phone several times because he thought it wise to continue texting with shampoo in his hair and a loofa in his other hand.
No matter, crisis averted. John was wet, but dressed, and at the door the moment Tara (drunkenly) arrived.
Tara stumbled out of her cab, wine bottles in either hand, after giving her driver a generous tip. He’d been very understanding about her need to ramble and chatter on, and had listened well. Really, he’d just nodded and smiled and hadn’t really listened. It was good enough for Tara to think the world of him though.
Waving goodbye to her new friend (what was his name? oh well), she hurried into John’s building and upstairs. She didn’t even bother going for her keys, and instead just leaned heavily on the door as she released the latch. Stumbling in after the door swung open, she giggled and righted herself with more stumbles.
Drunk Tara: all giggles and happiness.
This was good though -- it hadn’t been long ago at all that Tara had been trying to make a home of her bed and sad feelings, and so to see her bubbly and giggling was never, ever a bad thing. John smiled at her entrance, which had been neither sudden or unexpected. “You certainly made quick time. Shall I take those off your hands?” The wine bottles. Duh.
“Sure!” she chimed once she’d righted herself with a hand on John’s shoulder. Before letting him take the bottles, she leaned in and planted a quick kiss against his lips. You know, as a hello. The little nibble and giggle were an added bonus.
Hey, she’d been drinking, okay? Give the girl some credit. “Hello,” she greeted, smiling.
Oh, he always gave the girl some credit. They were, after all, best friends. Best friends who kissed sometimes.
John returned the kiss and the nibble, giggling a little himself, in that self-proud sort of way that he was known to be on occasion. “Hullo.” He offered a bright smile before taking the wine and leading her to the kitchen.
Tara followed, beaming as she went along behind him. Leaning back onto the counter, she placed her hands on either side of her as she watched John moving around. “How was your writing?” she asked, filling the silence while he busied himself. “Any new developments? Characters? Can I have a glass of that one.” Smile and point.
Oh, here they went: Time Lord chatter plus liquor. The world should probably be a little concerned for this one. He poured the wine -- the kind she wanted, and then the other kind for himself just to be slightly contrary. “Oh, pretty good,” he said, starting up the rapid fire. “Got a chapter or four fleshed out. No new characters for now -- but there’ll be one later. There’re always new developments that’s the point of a story. Here’s your wine. How was your day? Who decided beer o’clock was a thing?”
“The president! He thought it was a good morale thing, which I’d agree with.” Her company was full of mid-twenties young, urban professionals. They liked to drink. A lot. “My day was okay until beer o’clock, and then it was wonderful! Do you remember Brian at work? He told me he’s planning to take a group to Disney. Think I’ll tag along,” she chattered, though John was quite used to it by now. Taking a sip of her wine, she paused then nodded at him after his first sip. “How is it?”
“Brian? The one with the --er-- nose and the-- yes. I remember him. Disney is fun. You definitely should go. We had fun last time. “ He drank some wine, because he was clearly in need of catching up. Because that’s what you did, right? Catch up?
“It’s good, wise educated choice you made there.” When was the kissing going to happen?
Tara nodded enthusiastically at John’s description of Brian. The man did, in fact, have a nose. That was certainly something to remember about someone like Brian! Good on you, John.
With a giggle, the brunette pushed off her side of the counter. She knocked back the entire glass John had just poured for her (in a hurry?), then set it down on the counter behind John. “Good! I thought you might like it,” she said, apparently knowing her best friend’s tastes well enough. Standing close, she lifted her brows and glanced at the glass, then back at him. “Can I have a sip?” because they’re gross.
Sharing the same glass is not gross, Tara. It is a way of life in some cultures. And people who make out sometimes are already sharing germs anyway, so you know. Whatever. “Oh, I do like it. You will too.” He drank more, and then offered his cup, because that’s what friends are freaking for, you know what I’m saying? “Try it out.”
Moving even closer, Tara took the proffered glass and had a sip. Her eyebrows went up as she swallowed, grinning and looking like she approved of it. And also still looking quite tipsy.
Handing back his glass, John’s best friend leaned up on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Because he was awesome and her best friend. And also because she adored him. For that reason, she also secured her arms around his waist and laid her head against his shoulder. Cuddling certainly wasn’t something she could have done as the TARDIS, but she was more than happy to do in this body.
To be fair, when she was the TARDIS, the Doctor did a fair bit of cuddling, licking and stroking -- probably enough for the both of them. He wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her a bit closer in order to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Drunk?”
Tara was giggling as she shook her head, burying her face into his shoulder for a minute as she called out a (very untruthful) “No!” She then leaned back, still grinning and giggling as she continued to shake her head. “Not me. Not ever.” Liar.
“Liar,” John saw no reason to not voice the truth. Not like Tara would mind. “Never ever?” His smile was indulgent in a way that it could only be for Tara. Because spaceships and stuff.
And then, even though she was the drunk one, and he wasn’t nearly caught up enough to excuse it, he leaned down to kiss her.
Reply forgotten when John leaned down to kiss her, Tara was suddenly remembering her original intention for coming by tonight: kissing. It was always the most fun with John. Smiling against his lips, she slid a hand around the back of her Doctor’s neck and responded happily.
Which was nice -- there was little better than knowing you were doing things right, or right enough to keep someone happy anyway. And Tara seemed happy. Clearly things were right here. He smiled back, but it really only resulted in their teeth clacking together.
And that was, well, “Ow.” Tara drew back, putting a hand over her mouth as she laughed. They were really bad at this apparently. Grabbing the glass from his hand, she took another sip of the wine before setting it back down on the counter near him.
Apparently, she didn’t much feel like chatting, because she grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. Hey, she knew what she wanted, okay?
Did she? Really? Some might beg to differ.
But that was okay, because John Smith wasn’t really part of those some people. He never had a definite plan (those were for planners, you know), but he knew he liked kissing. “Mmph,” he said once breathing was important. “Couch.” Good idea! And he grabbed the bottle of wine sans glasses for them, because they were classy like that.
She did! It just... Takes some realization on her part. This time that came with some alcoholic intake. Liquid courage some might say.
Nodding at his suggestion, Tara stepped back and grabbed her own bottle of wine. Because she was just adding on all sorts of class to this whole thing. Stumbling a bit after him, she secured her free hand in his, fingers interlocking. “What’re we gonna do on the couch?” she asked, sounding innocent enough. Oblivious = innocent. She was thinking of what Netflix had to offer as she took a swig of her personal bottle.
He drank too, even as they both flopped back into the couch -- John sticking his feet up on the coffee table in front of them. Netflix? Could fuck right on off. He wasn’t thinking about Netflix at all.
“Oh. You know. Sit. Drink.” Kiss. “Talk. Whatever.”
Setting her bottle down after a pause (and a drink -- she was getting on in that bottle it seemed), she folded her legs up under her and sat facing John. “Sitting, drinking and talking,” she mused, setting a hand on his knee. She watched him, small smile tugging at her lips. “Well, that all sounds well and good. But what do we do when we’ve run out of things to talk about?” That’s not possible, Tara. Two Time Lord brains (especially these rambling ones) would never run out of things to be said.
It really wasn’t possible. They both knew it, probably. John knew it. They’d spent hours upon hours rambling at each other after all -- and that was even before they knew completely about their Time Lord bits -- about the fact that they were connected in ways that most others couldn’t possibly understand.
But now wasn’t the time to prove that point, or even state it. “There’s always more kissing,” he said, and wasn’t terribly ashamed that he sounded hopeful about it.
There certainly was that. Instead of chiming in with her happy agreement, the brunette simply leaned forward, placed a hand on the back of John’s neck and kissed him. No need for the continued rambling. Just drinking and kissing, like she’d been planning all along.
Great news for John, really.
Kind of great news for John. Even a Time Lord had a libido, though, and eventually all this kissing was probably just going to be too much for the poor man to handle.
But for the most part, yes. Good news. He liked kissing. And he really liked kissing Tara. He showed that fact by nibbling on her bottom lip playfully.
Really, he could do this all night.