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[captoftardis]

He paused for a moment, stretching out his long legs - which rather awkward given the cramped spacing - and tucked her hair behind her ears.

He had thought back to how they ended up in this position in the first place - her insistence of showing him how 'real' traveling was done with long hours in a car, bickering over whether the last turn was correct. They had spent the last four days like this, visiting some friends of hers that had moved out of the city and honestly everything had more or less built up to this moment.

And just like that, everything resumed as he pulled her back into the kiss, rocking his pelvis into her, wishing she'd hurry up and release him from the constraints of his pants.

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[lone_defender]

She'd had her doubts over the past few days, a few times the car stalled or had problems and she thought (though never said) the TARDIS would be so much more helpful than her best mate's car.

In retrospect, though, she didn't regret a moment of it, because it all led up to now, and now was pretty fabulous, if she did say so herself. Although she rocks her hips back into his, and she most enthusiastically manages to keep up with the kiss, she makes not effort to undo his trousers just yet. It may not be a conscious effort on her part, though, because really her hands are just too busy fussing with the hundred buttons on his coat and shirt, and scrambling with his multiple layers.

[captoftardis]

Damn those buttons! He really had too many, didn't he? The jacket and tie had come off easily enough, but now she was struggling with the dress shirt. Definitely not fair when he already had her down to her undergarments.

Maybe he was just impatient as he broke away from the kiss and assisted in the unbuttoning.

"Remind me to dress more casual next time!"

[lone_defender]

She fully, fully understands his frustration with his buttons. And his layers. With all the fuss this shirt is giving, she sorely hopes this isn't one of those days he'd decided to throw on an extra shirt under the buttons, like someone in need of a winter coat.

Well, mostly hopes it. There's something to be said for how she's imagining his hair might look after she's dragged a neck-shirt over it. She can't really think on that long, though, because it's taking all of her self control not to yank on the shirt and rip buttons.

"Next cozy road trip you're goin' in a tee."

[captoftardis]

Lucky for both of them, it wasn't one of those days of his love for layering clothes as they finally got the shirt unbuttoned and half untucked from his pants.

"Come 'ere..." He pulled her closer, enjoying her wandering hands and hesitation of where to touch him as he kissed along her jawline and neck. His own fingers drawing random patterns along her back before unclasping her bra. Really, this made the road trip worth it.

[lone_defender]

She never has figured out the method to his layering fixation, but she's grateful enough this isn't a day he went for the seven layer suit special. She really might've started ripping buttons then. As it is, she gives a happy sigh and leans into his touch.

Her hands won't stay still, because there's suddenly an expanse of skin she's rarely able to touch or properly appreciate, under all those layers. She doesn't have any direction or purpose to where her hands move, really, they just...explore. Her finger tips lightly skim anywhere she can because she can. It's a surprising, almost shocking sort of freedom, and if she does nothing else but that it will probably still be worth the whole road trip.

[captoftardis]

Beautiful Rose, with a body he could only worship as he slid off the bra straps and tossed the garment to the floor with the growing clothing pile. He admired every millimeter of her as he cupped a breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nipple as he placed a kiss to her collarbone.

And then she moved, maybe out of surprise or appreciation, he wasn't sure which, but unconsciously he bucked his hips. Again he was reminded how retched these pants were, but decided they'd come off when she wanted it, and if he had anything, it was patience.

[lone_defender]

She yips in surprise when he bucks, and reflexively digs her nails into his abdomen for a moment, before smoothing her hands over the marks left behind. Composure, she needs a bit more of it, doesn't she? Yeah. Right.

She takes a deep breath, and deliberately rocks her hips down against his. All that time and effort and he's still half dressed. She laughs softly and kisses his shoulder. "You've too many layers..."

[captoftardis]

"You're more than welcome to resolve that issue." He said that teasingly, but he really did hope that would inspire her. And might he add Ouch! Those nails needed trimming.

And once again the roll of hips matched each other's and he groaned softly against her skin. Ok, maybe the scratching thing was forgiven now.

[lone_defender]

Her nails are brilliant! They're stylish and rather handy in making a sudden retreat. Generally speaking, suitability for intimate situations is not a qualification that concerns her much. It's a...minor oversight.

She grins against his shoulder as she reaches down to undo the clasp of his trousers...but then just settles her hand there, rather than budge up and help him shift out of them. "Yeah? Won't find a hundred buttoned pantaloons or somethin' if I try?" Because again, see: ripped buttons.

[captoftardis]

He laughed, "I promise there's no pantaloons underneath." He might be fashionably challenged in his past incarnates - really that acid trip jacket? Who let him out of the TARDIS wearing that? And that question-mark vest might've worked best if he stayed in the role of a school teacher - but he had known better now.

He squirmed slightly uncomfortably knowing her hands were just... resting there. Really, so cruel.

[lone_defender]

She laughs. "Good, cos I'm not sure I'd know what to do with 'em." At least not in a cramped place like this. They do tend to get a bit clingy, the ones she's seen. Speaking of, the squirming reminds her she'd interrupted herself earlier. Right, she should do something about that, considering they're in a car and not somewhere better private and unlikely to be disturbed.

The remains of her grin shift to a bit of a mischievous smile, and she gives a quick circle her hips two...or maybe three times. It's fair, because she's actually got to push herself up from his lap to successfully drag his trousers more than a few inches. Which isn't the easiest proposition in an already odd position inside a car on the side of a highway.

[captoftardis]

Every since traveling with Rose, he assumed she had grown accustomed to his ways in the sense they were always on the move - running, hastily fixing things, short explanations to help her understand situations. This trip was like a complete 360 from all of that, traveling in a not completely reliable car, moving slowly through various cities, having time to experience what he assumed was normal human living.

And it continued as she tortuously took her time with him at this moment. Really, he hadn't felt this wound up in a while. He loved it and hated as he groaned softly while she moved her hips around like that. Really, where did she learn these things? But thankfully she was finally allowing him to shimmy out of his trousers.

"What's that look for? Surprised I don't wear layers from head to toe? I even kept my thick socks back in the TARDIS." He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss.