sticks & stones may break my bones but chains & whips excite me

[popcornanon]

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Rose Tyler | Doctor Who | Open to any number.

[huffpuffblonde]

[huffpuffblonde]

A hands-on demonstration. On me. I am your teacher, after all.

[She swung her leg over his desk, sitting in front of him, one leg on either side of his.]

[onlytheblue]

[He stares down at hr legs a few moments, and reaches out to place his hands on her knees, almost haltingly.] On you? And if I do, I'll...pass?

[huffpuffblonde]

[She rewards him by shifting a bit, pressing her knee into the hand.]

If your demonstration is up to par, that is.

[onlytheblue]

[In return, or perhaps just idly, his thumbs stroke at her thighs.] Oh, I'll ace your test. Are there points the demonstration has to cover?

[huffpuffblonde]

[She shifts, parting them a bit more.] Oh, I think I can leave that up to your creative imagination. Bonus points if you know the proper ways to stimulate certain erogenous zones.

[onlytheblue]

[Oh, well...he glides his hands, barely touching skin, up to hike her skirt gradually upward.] Are you sure, Ro-Miss Tyler? In the middle of school?

[huffpuffblonde]

[Eventually, he runs out of skirt to hike.] Oh, I'm quite sure. I take education very seriously.

[onlytheblue]

[He's okay with that, it means he can see if her knickers happen to be regulation or not. In the meantime, though, he runs fingrtips back out along her inner thighs.] Am I being timed?

7.

[innuendosqdcapt]

[what? jack would make a dazzling flight attendant don't ya think?]

[huffpuffblonde]

[Oh yes, him in a miniskirt? Dazzling.

She, on the other hand, looks less than amused, in her powder-blue tight fighting stewardess uniform. She tugs at the top a bit, shooting him a look.]

Is this really necessary?

[innuendosqdcapt]

[he's the pilot only because she asked so nicely. also he wants to make airplane innuendo about "flying his jet into her hanger". he thinks he's hilarious.] What? [he gave her a quick once over.] I think it's amazing.

[huffpuffblonde]

[He's already made about six of them involving the word 'cockpit'. Really, her best mate is a twelve year old.]

Yeah, you would, considering it's about five inches too short. You gonna tell me what it is, exactly, we're doing? Because I really don't want to have to walk by that chubby bloke again. He keeps getting... handsy, and I don't think they'd appreciate it if I slapped him.

Also considering a madeup David Tennant madeup face. Not sure what. Still thinking it over.

[innuendosqdcapt]

[how was she not rolling with his cockpit jokes? they were killer.] First of all you need to keep your fists of fury to yourself. Beating up on a poor defenseless perverted chubby guy. Rose Tyler. [that tone means nothing. he's even more ridiculous.] Second of all don't judge me cause you have fantastic legs in that. Though I am a kind of worried where your senses of fun and adventure is?

Oho? What're the details on that?

[huffpuffblonde]

Right, yeah, poor and defenseless. Wasn't so poor when he was sticking his bloody hamfists up my skirt, was he? Turbulence. [She stuck her head into the hall.] I'll show you turbulence, Mister Hamberg.

[She pulled back in, shaking her head.] I've got fantastic legs in anything. I'd just like to know when the serving hostess stops and the adventure starts. I thought you said there was an alien on board? All looks clear to me.

So far? Me crying into my pillow cause I suck at decisions.

[innuendosqdcapt]

[yes he did stop to ponder what it would be like with hams as fists. don't judge him? it's been a long couple of hours stuck in that cockpit in the jump seat with two bitching elderly pilots. it was like grumpy old men only with more smells and awkward moments.] My information said someone out there was one. The details were fuzzy though. [he poked his head out from behind the curtain portioning off where the flight attendants prepared the food and drinks. he leaned back in.] They all look shockingly normal.

[OOC: Well everyone always does a UK version of David. I feel like everyone has exhausted every accent the man could possibly have from the UK. I was gonna do an American David. A conman. A criminal. Something not David-esque.]