tara diana smith (tardiss) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-04 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, tardis, tenth doctor |
Who: TARDIS and Tenth Doctor
When: Friday March 1, 2013 after this.
Where: John’s apartment, then 3D MINI PUTT!
What: Date night. Except Tara and John don’t think they’re dating. Just cute fluff.
Rating: PG!
Status: Complete.
Tara had literally been bouncing in her chair for the last few hours of work. Having confirmed plans with John for the night, she couldn’t wait to get out. She hadn’t seen him since Wonderland and the Red Queen, and though it hadn’t been long since then, it had felt like forever to Tara.
When the proverbial school bell rang, she packed up her things, said her goodbyes to coworkers and nearly ran out the door. Hopping into her car, she took off to John and Gwen’s apartment. As fast as she could in traffic. She was there, at John’s door knocking, within a few minutes.
As promised, John had found a tie for Tara to borrow, and he was wearing it loosely around his neck when he answered the door. It clashed terribly with his t-shirt, but he rather expected he wouldn’t be wearing it long.
“Heyyy,” he greeted, forever elongating his words, even as he nearly pounced on her for a hug.
Crushed by a hug even before she could initiate one, Tara giggled into John’s shoulder and said her “Hiiiiiiii,” drawing it out just as he had. She gave him her special brand of best friend hug (wiggling a bit), sighing happily and holding on just a little longer. Because John had the best hugs. Or something.
Drawing back, she grinned up at him and pulled one end of the tie, setting it around her neck. “Are you ready?” Beat. “I can’t believe I’ve kept it a secret so long! You’re going to love it!” Tara was no good at keeping secrets.
It wasn’t even that John gave the best hugs, it was that his and Tara’s hugs were just amazingly compatible. Or something.
“So ready,” he said, nodding emphatically. He was surprised she’d kept it secret as well, considering she’d usually have just texted him what the secret was a few minutes later. He could only imagine how much she’d been wiggling in her seat at work, waiting to burst.
Tara was grinning as she grabbed John’s hand, pulling him after her. They were down at her car in minutes, but before climbing in she stopped John by the passenger side door. Taking the tie from around his neck, she lifted her eyebrows as she said “Now, I want this to be a real surprise. Trust me?”
No hesitation needed. “Yes,” he said. He trusted her. Completely. Even if she did appear, kiss him drunkenly, disappear and then forget about it. But he was starting to have a few theories about that anyway; he’d tell her about them when he had it all worked out.
“Are you about to do what I think you are?”
Tara was still oblivious to the whole kissing thing. And timey wimey. It would take a while for her to realize it all.
“What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked, still smiling. She stepped around and behind him, tossing the tie over his head. It rested around his neck as she got up on her tiptoes and didn’t wait for his answer. She just lifted it up to settle over his eyes, giggling excitedly. “I’m going to take you on a grand adventure!”
The Doctor -- no. John Smith -- had to bite back a grin and a murmuring of the word “Kinky” -- because it wasn’t like that, man.
Adjusting the blindfold-tie over his eyes he gave a bit of a wiggle and a smile. “Lead on, then, to this grand adventure.”
Tara opened the car door and led John inside before hurrying and taking her spot at the wheel. “Don’t peek!” she warned him. “Or else!” There probably wouldn’t be an ‘or else,’ except for pouting. Which most people were not fond of when it came to Tara. She started the car (wheezing noise still happening), and drove to the 3D MINI PUTT place, chatting John’s ear off enthusiastically.
Stopping the car, she turned it off and turned to John with a wide grin. “We’re heeere!”
“Oh?” said John, as if he hadn’t noticed that she’d parked the car. He’d been amused enough listening to her chatter during the drive whilst trying not to peek. “Can I see now?”
“Yes! But one second!” she said, climbing out of the car and rounding it to let him out. She pulled him up to standing, then stood behind him as she started taking the blindfold off. To reveal the most amazing Friday night date adventure location ever:
3D Mini Golf.
“Ta-da!” she chimed at the big reveal, grinning madly as she tried to peek around and see his reaction.
John blinked, staring at the sign. His expression went from baffled to utterly delighted in no time flat. He wasn’t sure how the idea of 3D mini-golf worked, but he was more than certain he wanted to find out. “Brilliant,” he said, because it was.
And then grinned wide, all teeth, and grabbed her hand so they could race jog to the entrance of the place.
Tara was happy to jog. She was glad that he was excited about this too. Though she hadn’t really worried about his reaction, part of her hoped that he would enjoy the surprise. She was laughing and grinning (as she does) the entire way there, refusing to let go of his hand even when they got inside and organized themselves at the front desk.
Once they had their clubs and gear, Tara smiled up at John as they made their way to the start. “Are you happy that you penciled me in?”
“You know you’re always penciled in anyway,” John told her fondly, even as he tried holding a mini putter, golf ball, scorecard and pencil all in one hand so that he wouldn’t have to let go of hers with his other. It was kind of funny that the only two people that didn’t realize they were totally dating were -- well. Them.
They were totally oblivious. Tara just knew that John was her favourite, and that she wanted to spend all of her time with him. They were just so similar, and got along so well. It was effortless to enjoy herself around him.
“Well good!” she said, already wearing her 3D glasses when they got to the first hole. She might have been swinging their hands on the way. “Because I would rather go on adventures with you than anyone else. I’d hate to fight with your calendar on getting time for that.”
“Everyone else can wait,” John said, sappy as hell, even if he wasn’t aware of it. He was too busy enjoying the amazing wonders of glow in the dark paints all over the walls, done up in a way that made nearly everything the looked at pop out in a 3D manner. It was nearly disconcerting. If he took his special glasses off, he had a feeling he might have gotten dizzy over it all.
It. Was. Brilliant.
“You go first,” he suggested, eyeing the par signs.
Tara didn’t know why, but John’s comment made her stomach do a bit of a backflip. Her heart felt happy. She just giggled in response, popping up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Because seriously, she loved this man.
“Okay!” she said at his suggestion, letting go of his hand (regrettably) as she set up for her first shot. Seven strokes later, she’d finally sunk the ball. It was the first hole, and she was very over Par. But she didn’t mind. Tara still did her victory fist-pump and dance.
Yeah. The par had been two. It was basically a straight line. John couldn’t see reason not to forgive her terribleness at this, considering it was dark and everything was glowing in a way that made it look like possibly the walls were going to eat them.
“You’re a right professional,” he told her cheekily before stepping up to bat. … No, that wasn’t the right term for that. Anyway. He putted away, and turned out to be much better at this than Tara. Who’d have thunk? “Hooolllle in one!”
Tara jumped up in victory at that. Because she’s not a sore loser or anything like that. She ran over and jump-hugged John at the hole in one, because that was totally awesome. And she was very high energy at that moment, apparently. “Yay! Hole in one!” she sounded extra excited. Obviously. As she pulled away, she grabbed his hand and collected their balls, then headed to the next hole.
It turned out that Tara was really horrible at mini golf, and wasn’t exactly improving. Her score had skyrocketed over par throughout the night, and some other guests had had to skip holes because she was just taking so long with it. But she didn’t mind at all. So long as she was having fun, she was happy.
She had just sunk another putt, grinning widely over at John. Man, he was so very patient.
It wasn’t even that he was a terribly patient man, it was that he was so constantly amused that he never really got bored with anything. He had been laughing and chattering with her the whole night, and was basically just a poster boy for enthusiasm. “Celebration picture!” He said, pulling out his cellphone to take a picture of her -- because it would be adorable later with the oversized 3D glasses and all the glowing neons.
Tara struck a pose for the picture, grinning widely as she pretended to be putting. And then did her typical victory dance. Because she’s adorable or something, right?
After he’d snapped the picture, she hurried over to take his phone to take a picture of him too. “Your turn!” she exclaimed, bouncing back to get a good angle. “Say cheeeese!” Grin.
The Doctor, jovial as always, posed by lifting his gold club over his head in some sort of sweet victory move and then tried holding still long enough for her to actually take the picture. It was going to be fantastic.
Tara could hardly keep the camera still. She giggled loudly at his pose so had to let it out, take a breath to steady herself, and then snap the photo. She took a few, actually, just to be sure she got the sweet victory move.
“Got it!” she exclaimed, locking the phone’s screen before reaching out to return it to John. She was smiling widely again, swaying back and forth a bit. God, that had been a lot of fun.
“Not done!” The Doctor said, grabbing the phone back and unlocking it quickly. Before she could protest (not that she would have because it was Tara, and she rarely protested when they were having fun), he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close--their cheeks nearly touching as he snapped a picture of them together in a way one might call “MySpace” style.
Tara may or may not have made a silly face. Because she just couldn’t help it, man. When the picture was taken, she giggled and grinned as she turned and laid a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. She leaned away and moved to pick up the balls and whatever else they needed to return to the front desk before hurrying back to John and grabbing his hand.
“Ready!” she announced, all teeth and shining eyes for her best friend.