[ he waits for her in their unit for several hours, passing the time by fiddling with some contraption he's been cobbling together for a day or so. one that looks about 50% antique cathedral-style radio and 50% toaster innards, and all nonsense. the usual.
it's fairly rare that he's even in here for any stretch of time. he hasn't once touched his bed in the month or so since they arrived (if he ever does sleep, he's ensured not even clara is going to catch him at it.) and while he occasionally works on similar projects here, he's got plenty of space elsewhere to do just the same. he's used to having an entire dimension at his disposal; he doesn't know how to confine himself to a single room. but she does use the room, and he knows that she'll invariably be back here, hopefully at some point tonight.
they need to talk.
or at least, he's thinks they probably ought to talk. he just hasn't got any clue what about— but that's entirely the problem, isn't it? because increasingly, he's been getting the sense that she's been avoiding him. not angry or cold, but becoming uncharacteristically reticent. closed-off. that something has been festering beneath the surface ever since they found themselves here, some dark and unspoken thing that needs to be ventilated soon. lest it do some damage.
he wonders what he's done wrong.
...on the other hand, maybe everything's fine and he's being completely daft. only one way to find out.
when she does eventually arrive, he carefully sets his device aside and stands up, hands sliding into his pockets. this is not his area. but he's going to give it a go, because the thought of letting this (or any) thing threaten their friendship is worse. ]
[She's smiling and laughing as she walks through the door, but it quickly fades away upon seeing him standing there. Standing there like he's been waiting for her. Like he wants to talk about something important. Caution takes over her features, clouding them with apprehension. The door closes behind her and she presses her back up against it, biting at her lower lip before she forces herself to move forward and properly into their room.
The truth of the matter is she has been avoiding him. Not because of anything he's done, but because she thinks she's protecting him. But now that they're standing here and she sees the look on his face, she wonders if she's doing the right thing. Keeping him safe has always been her priority. It's why she split herself apart into thousands of pieces when he wore his last face. It's why she potentially sacrificed her life to find his last self on Trenzalore, and begged his people to let him live. It's why she lied to Danny, to keep the Doctor as a part of her life. Everything is always to keep him safe. Even if it means keeping him in the dark with what's bothering her.]
You were waiting for me?
[She tries to act more curious than worried, but she's so frayed around the edges these days that it's hard for her to lie to him easily like she normally can.]
What's wrong?
[Because something must be wrong. It clearly is. It's just a matter of figuring out what she's done.]
[Her eyes widen when she realizes that he must think she's furious with him. After all, the last times they had gone without talking weren't exactly great for either of them. The whole moon incident and then after Danny's death had been difficult for the both of them. They had also been periods of silence and avoidance created out of her own intense emotions, so she can't blame him for thinking this is the same treatment.]
I don't want to run away.
[Emotion's already thick in her voice as she shakes her head, a sad smile on her face. It's one of the ones he always comments on, but she can't prevent it from being there.]
Least, not without you. I'm not avoiding you because of something you've done, Doctor.
[At least she's so tired of playing games for the moment that she doesn't bother dodging the fact that she has been avoiding him. She does keep her distance for the moment though, hands anxiously knotting together.]
I've been avoiding you cause I want to protect you. And I'm not sure I can if I tell you everything.
[Clearly, she's pretty set on the whole protecting him angle.]
[ his eyes dart back to hers, confusion knitting his brow. ]
Protect me...?
[ that's not at all what he was expecting. his mind starts spinning through possibilities. his first thought: what could clara possibly be protecting him from, here? it's a space station. a relatively calm one at that. he can't think of a single thing on board that'd warrant that sort of reaction, nothing that she wouldn't have happily faced alongside him. that can't be it.
her smile, though...
the one that isn't a smile at all. too many other emotions tangled up in it, he can't tell what it's supposed to be.
of course. it's not him, it's not anything around them. it's a secret. she's been keeping a secret.
suddenly, he desperately needs to know. ]
...Clara, what is it?
[ please.
however many times he's needed it from her, however many times she's offered it freely without his asking... he'll never see himself as someone who ought to be protected. convinced that it should be the other way round. ]
[She can hear the desperation in his tone, and it makes her heart thud in her chest before it feels like it sinks down to her stomach. In turn, her stomach churns and she thinks she might be ill. It shouldn't be so hard to be honest and open with him. And when it comes to other things, she is. It's just that this terrifies her, and she knows he won't handle what she has to say well. How can she talk to him about this?
She can't. A lie will just have to be come up with.
But she hesitates, looking away from him. That's all he needs to see to know she's lying. Inwardly cursing at herself, her shoulders slump, and her arms wrap around herself. This isn't how she wanted him to find out. Really, she prefers that he never find out. But since she can't keep it from him any longer, all she can do now is hope he handles things well.]
You know I've been having nightmares and not sleeping, yeah? I haven't been entirely honest about the reason why.
[With shaky hands, she gathers up her hair into a ponytail and twists it upward so he can see the back of her neck. Nerves flood her body as she slowly turns around for him to see. Maybe he'll know what it is on sight alone.]
[ he watches her, hawk-like, half-leaning towards her like he wants to approach. but to do or say what, exactly? he doesn't want to have to demand the truth out of her. her nerves are palpable. and he can see the wheels just beginning to turn in her head, one stuttered, fleeting attempt to invent a story that would cast off suspicion, but they both know it's too late for that. he's almost relieved she doesn't try.
then she shows him the mark.
he's quiet for a tense moment, just staring at the numbers. she can probably nearly feel his gaze searing into the back of her neck. he raises one tentative hand, almost reaches out, but drops it again. and all he comes up with is: ]
It's a chronolock. One I took from Rigsy. I thought I'd be able to give it back, but it seems to be stuck with me.
[And stopped in time, thank goodness. At least she doesn't need to worry about ravens swooping in here and stealing her life away. All she has to worry about is how the Doctor will react, if he even understands what it is. She's not sure what all he's experienced in his timeline so far.]
After we saw Lucy, I knew she couldn't grow up without her father. I lost my mother when I was a teenager, I can't imagine growing up without one of my parents. So I did what I had to.
[She hesitates, tears brimming in her eyes. They spill over and slip down her cheeks, and she wipes them away. There's a part of her that hopes he doesn't know what it is and she can just not tell him about the whole likely death thing. She's accepted it and knows she needs to be brave. ]
And when we leave this place, when we go back to our proper timelines...
[With a shrug of her shoulders, she lets that hang there. He can fill in the pieces whatever way he likes.]
[ he takes a step back from her. his head shaking minutely, expression frozen between terror and disbelief.
he hasn't got the slightest idea what rigsy has to do with anything, or who lucy is. the last thing he remembers, clara was answering the phone (they'd just stumbled home after some wild misadventure, he'd narrowly avoided space nuptials, she'd been laughing, basking in her victory)...
but it doesn't matter, he'd really stopped listening after 'chronolock.' he knows what that means. he knows what it entails. ]
No. [ breathing tight. ] No, no it's not. Who told you that?
It can't be—!
[ he threatens to begin shouting, but reins it back in quickly with gritted teeth, shoves it back down inside. tries to keep every sudden, horrible emotion wadded up somewhere in his chest.
this, this isn't what's happening. this can't be. ]
Doctor, I know what it is! It was on Rigsy, and I took it from him.
[She can hear the tension in his voice, how close he is to shouting. She recalls how angry he had been when he forced her to turn and look at the mark, back when Me was in the room with them. She had been so stupid, so foolish. Now he's having to pay for that too. She's always gone out of her way to keep him safe. It's painfully poetic that her leaving him will cause him such a great deal of pain.]
Ashildr was there. She told us everything.
[Her voice is very small when she tells him, and she lets her hair fall into place so she can step in close to him and reach out to curl her fingers around his wrist.]
Look at me. I'm here now, and I'm fine. Everything's going to be alright.
[ his eyes dart down to her hand as she gently grasps his. he doesn't move.
distantly, some part of him knows that he ought to try listening to her. that she just wants him to look her in the eyes and confirm that it's fine. but it's all he can do to keep it together. he can't think of anything but that number on her neck. the minutes— she has minutes...
she's under his protection. he has a duty, and someone has threatened it. to act as though anything about this is alright would be to accept it; no, fury is what's surging to the forefront. ]
Ashildr? [ how—? ] Is she the one who did this to you?
[ clara may have accepted full responsibility for her own folly, but that hardly registers. someone gave her, or rigsy, or whoever, this mark. he needs a target, needs someone to blame, someone to stop. he latches onto ashildr's name like a vise. ]
For once, would you just do as you're told and listen to me?
[His anger makes her skittish, which in turn makes her angry. He's not going to listen, that much is obvious. And the reality of how serious this all is settles in once again, making her start to cry. She doesn't want him to feel this way, to be angry and wrathful because of her. It's not who he should be. But he is, because of her.]
Let me protect you, and just drop this. You don't need to worry about something that won't even happen for as long as we're here.
[All she wants is for him to be happy, and she seems to continually be at the root of why he isn't.]
There isn't anyone to attack, or anyone to blame but me. It was my choice. This is my life, and I'm entitled to decide how it ends. If it even does.
[ he's quiet, but his jaw's clenched tightly enough to make clear that he's hardly calmed any. he can't just... he can't just ignore the gun pressed against her temple, however long they're here. his gaze flickers between her hand and nothing at all; brain working overtime, thoughts a whirlwind of every power and resource available to him, all circling around the one thing he can't acknowledge.
("clara's going to—")
a moment later, he manages to draw himself up and actually looks at her again. but his face is stony, mind set. ]
No.
[ decisively. though it's not entirely clear what it's in response to, until he follows it up: ] It won't. It's not going to happen, I'm not going to let it.
[ he's only really got a fuzzy partial picture of the situation, but he's sure he knows enough. rigsy, ashildr, the quantum shade... he knows what's coming, and he can prevent it. he'll tear a hole straight through history, if he has to. ]
I'm going to save you, Clara Oswald, I swear.
[ beneath it all there's fear and desperation, simple and plaintive. he needs her to believe him. ]
[Hearing those words fills her with a sense of hope that makes her feel guilty. She knows he'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. She knows, and is sick because she wants him to tear things apart in order to do it. She believes in him so fully and cares for him so much that she's willing to let him sacrifice his moral code he's held for so long in order to protect her.
Is saving her worth him losing himself?
It can't be. It shouldn't be.
But she desperately wants to stay with him for as long as possible.]
I know you will.
[Her voice is thick with emotion when she finally can get out the words. Tears are streaming down her face, and she turns so she can press forward and wrap her arms around him. She's downright trembling with a mixture of fear and self-loathing as she hugs him, clinging to him like a lifeline.]
But I need you to listen to me. I know you're afraid. We both are. But you can't let this fear turn you into something you're not. Don't be anything other than the man I -
[She hesitates, pulling back and away from the hug so she can look him in the eye.]
[ he offers no resistance as she pulls him down into the hug. this is a really very good time to hide one's face, after all, and he'll take the opportunity.
but he can't, just can't bring himself to return it properly. his arms won't seem to work right.
when she lets go, it's almost as though focusing on her properly hurts. her eyes are overflowing with emotion she shouldn't have to feel but always does, so raw and so very human. and far too much of it is directed at him, he doesn't want to face this either.
they both know what he's capable of. and he thinks there's probably nothing he wouldn't do, if it meant keeping her safe. he'd sacrifice anything, all of it.
maybe he doesn't want to be any sort of doctor who'd allow her to die like this. ]
Clara...
[ it's not a promise. ]
Edited (don't mind me! ) Date: 2017-12-09 05:30 am (UTC)
[She reaches up to touch at his cheek, fingertips pressing a little harder then they perhaps should. Hurting him by telling him this wasn't what she had wanted to do. In fact, she would've preferred it if he had never found out. But here they are, stuck in some sort of emotional conversation that's going to likely do more harm than good.
Clara's lost control of the situation. Their emotions are controlling everything. And when she loses control, she gets manic and desperately tries to get control back again. Any little bit she can manage always helps. When she's back home, in the future, she can accept her death and face it as bravely as possible. But here and now, she desperately wants this to be fixed. So she clings to that hope, and she feels herself getting more and more worked up, to the point where she isn't thinking before speaking.
And out slips one of her best guarded secrets, though it isn't much of a secret at all if you think about all that she's done for him in the time she's known him.]
I love you. Not as a best friend. No, wait, shut up, 'course as a best friend. But more than that too. That's why I'm willing to die instead of you. I almost did before, in your timestream. I don't mind doing it now.
[But she wants to be saved. She's fiercely independent, but will let him just this once find a way to save her.]
[ he closes his eyes as she reaches up, lets the hand on his cheek ground him for a moment.
when she speaks again, they slide open slowly, and then widen all at once. his expression crinkles around the edges, so fond and so sad that it's pained. it really isn't a secret, not that either of them is willing to die for the other. that neither would let the other.
what she means by 'more'...
this is a confession. people feel the need to confess just before something dire and irreversible happens, and that's precisely what we're not having. he lays his hand over hers, tries to cut her off. ]
No one's going to be dying for anyone. Nobody's going to die at all, okay?
I'll handle it. Please just, just trust me.
[ he said he'd do it, he's going to do it, one way or another. and maybe he'll still be the doctor at the end of it, too— he's done much worse, hasn't he? ]
[She can only sadly smile, pressing her other hand atop his. Her eyes lock onto his, and she wills him to realize that she doesn't need him to save her. Not this time. She's afraid, but that fear will lessen with time. This is her story, and she's chosen her own ending. There isn't anything more she could ever want than that.]
Always. I'll always trust you, Doctor.
[It's as good as she can give in letting him handle things.]
I just want you to understand. Listen to me, actually hear me. I love you, impossible or not. And that's why I'm happy no matter what happens. I get to be with you 'til whatever end. No matter when it is. Now, or much much later, when I'm old and don't look any different to you.
[Physical contact is hard for him, and she knows that. But it's with desperation that she rises up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against his. It's chaste, not wanting to push, not daring to cross bounds. But her confession hadn't felt understood enough and she wants him to see that everything is worth it. The Raven, the mark on her neck, all of it. She wouldn't dare change a thing.]
[ he is listening, really, actually. even if the sentiment isn't shared. he can't be happy about it. whether it happens today or fifty years down the line, he can't imagine that he could lose her in any way that wouldn't destroy a part of him, not anymore.
he's always the one left behind. all he can hope to do is forestall it.
his lips are pressed in a thin line, stock-still when hers brush his. but he watches her— expression betraying any surprise only for a second. he doesn't reciprocate (can't, won't), not like that; but that sort of thing has never had any bearing on the depth of his feelings anyway.
he does understand.
but he shakes his head sadly. ] So don't go. Not like that. Please, don't even consider it.
...All I want is for you to stay by my side, as long as possible.
[She can't deny that there's a sting when he doesn't reciprocate. He had told her before that he wasn't her boyfriend, and that it wasn't her mistake. Regeneration had been so hard on him, but they've been through too much together. Maybe too much.
She knows he cares for her, but not the same way that she does him. He loves her, but it's a different sort of love. It's no less valid, but her heart still longs for him anyway. It's ridiculous of her and she knows it, and a part of her understands that she's desperately trying to cling hold of anyone that will give her a reason not to go back to her timeline and die.
He's presented her with as good of an opening as any.
Tears slowly trickle down her cheeks as she nods, smiling sadly. She's broken, but he can put her back together better than anyone.]
As long as possible.
[She promises, voice thick with emotion.]
You're gonna be sick of me long before I ever leave.
[It feels like a lie, but she lets herself tell it. He's taught her how to be better at lying than everyone, except him.]
he can't be that for her, not that one specific thing. she'll find love elsewhere again, one day, though; he's sure of that. the type that she actually needs. ]
That's never going to happen.
[ growing sick of her, he means. he nearly scoffs at the thought of it.
...he pulls away now, eyes darting off to the side. she's still crying, but now that they've both established where they stand, he's finally actually falling back on the standard response to weighty emotions: deflection, and levity. ]
No, what's going to happen is that you'll outgrow me, one day. Won't need a silly old man with a box cramping your style. Don't worry, I'd understand.
Just remember to phone me and give me your planet of residence and postcode. I could... come round for dinner, sometimes.
[ his gaze flickers back to her, one corner of his mouth quirked up as he mimes a phone call. just like she'd suggested, way back on the orient express. ]
[ That has him turning his gaze at the different titles, considering which ones might be for her. Laura needs this, as he had once and never got until he was much older, this sort of structure.
Logan clears his throat. ]
You let me know if she's ever any trouble. Or if she needs any extra help.
[She's taken by surprise by that, but finds herself smiling anyway. There's a part of her that wants to dismiss it all as simply being a part of her job, but she assumes that this sort of thing isn't easy for him to vocalize and simply passing it off would be a mistake. So she nods and tucks some hair behind her ear.]
I like working with her. With all the children, really. I always wanted some of my own, but that's not how things panned out.
[Teaching helps fill that maternal instinct she has, and gives her a sense of purpose. She glances up at him as she starts to lead the way toward her classroom, taking the pace nice and slow because she's sure as hell not about to hustle to keep up with his likely longer strides.]
You're lucky to have her here, but you must be desperate for some adult time when you're stuck on such a small station.
[She laughs a little, giving him the tiniest nudge. ]
[ he tells her dryly. The box gets shifted to his shoulder while he walks with her, keeping a hand curled over the side. Clara's remark, and the way she laughs, the nudge against his arm, gets a wry smile out of him. ]
[She glances up at him as discreetly as possible, managing to catch sight of that smile. Pleased, her own grin becomes more warm up until he questions her. It manages to make her laugh as her cheeks turn pink, hoping he doesn't just assume she means some sort of perverted come on.]
Just how it sounds! Time with other adults. Without children meddling or mucking things up.
[Her eyes casually drift back upward to admire the way he carries the box. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the muscular scenery.]
You do that, don't you? Go out to dinner, have drinks, or just stay in and enjoy someone's company?
[ Coming onto him? Yeah, right. He hums at Clara's definition, a low note that rumbles in his chest. The occasional drink with Charles, his daily runs with Shep- the latter since usurped by a gaggle of teenage girls.
Damn. ]
On this tin can? Not for a long while.
[ Blunt, but not hard. It would be nice, wouldn't it? ]
[A single eyebrow quirks and she has to resist the urge to grin. She shifts the books she's carrying so she can hide the one that forms behind her hand.]
There's a way to remedy that, you know. I'm busy with the school and my first contact duties, and spend late nights working on my star maps and historian project but...well, let's just say I'd make the time if you ever wanted to pop by.
[See, it's not that hard, Logan. You just have to be direct!]
[ The look he gives her, hemmed in by the way his brow quirks, is assessing. Seeing if she's serious--no one's serious because no one offers--and nodding, just the once. ]
[She's surprised he's just as direct as she is, and both eyebrows arch as she glances back up at him. ]
Tonight'll do. I hope you don't mind the smell of wet paint, though. I've got some finishing touches to put on a mural on my walls.
[Because she isn't busy enough that she has to paint murals in her spare time. Regardless, she's clearly happy about the prospect of him coming by. The smile on her face and tint of pink on her cheeks is evidence enough of that.]
The Doctor isn't likely to be around, so you can stay if you like.
[ Logan decides immediately that he likes the way she smiles. Used to be, he enjoyed the coy coquetry and batting eyelashes, the slow chase that sometimes meant running in circles. These days? He appreciates the straightforward approach. Games are for younger men. ]
Maybe I will.
[ For a moment, he brings his free hand up from his side to brush the small of her back. ]
[She presses back into that touch a little, hungry for any kind of contact. She keeps it brief though, not wanting to repeat recent mistakes that have left her in a rough place. By the time they make it to her classroom and get everything put away, he's chatted her into a happier place. It leaves her eager to see how things that night will go, which fills her with anxious energy up until he arrives.
She dresses in the only little black dress she owns but forgoes putting in much more effort than that. her hair is even pulled up, thanks to her having been woking on her star charts and wall mural just moments before. There's even a smudge of midnight blue along her cheek, and she's blissfully unaware of it until after she invites him aside and she's pouring them both some wine. After catching sight of her reflection in the bottle she tries to quickly scrub it away with the heel of her hand. Maybe he hasn't seen it.]
I know being down here in halfway isn't as nice as most other places, but I'm trying to make it more like home. You don't mind the cramped quarters, do you?
[ Sorry, Clara, but that small stripe of paint is the first thing he noticed when she let him in. It seems almost purposeful, a complement to her pretty complexion and deep, dark eyes. He's glad he went the extra mile, pairing a nice button up with a dark pair of jeans- it's not slacks and an oxford, but beggars can't exactly be choosers when they haven't a real easy access to supplies. Kaittan fashion wasn't exactly to his tastes, either. But, he's clean and pressed and evaded any unwanted questions from the rest of the X-Wing as to where he was going with a bottle of wine at that hour, so. Minor victories. ]
I've had worse. [ Adding quickly, a crooked smile curling under his mustache, ] Nah, I like it. Cozy.
[She shrugs as she answers, followed by a light shake of her head.]
Why do you think I invited you to stay the night?
[The corner of her mouth tugs upward, and she allows herself a moment to give him a good look over. While she can dress up well, not feeling like she needs to in order to keep his attention makes her happy. The fact he's dressed nicely without it being too much adds to her fondness for him, and leaves her staring for a few seconds before she averts her eyes and takes a drink of wine.]
[ It's been a little while since anyone's looked at him like that, a spark of some warm desire in her eyes. She's got legs for days in that dress of hers, no easy feat on a petite frame, and there's something he likes in the slope of her neck and shoulders, a graceful fragility that hides an inner strength. Anyone who doesn't think Clara Oswald is ridiculously strong clearly isn't paying attention.
Logan hides a self-deprecating smirk behind the rim of his glass. ]
Clearly for my quick wit.
[ After a sip of wine, warm and complex in his mouth, his other hand leaves his lap to pat the seat beside his. ]
Why don't you come closer? I'll show you how warm I can be.
[Her heart gives a few warning thuds in her chest, reminding her that she's still alive here and has to make the most out of every moment. The mark on the back of her neck reminds her that she has not a single moment left to live back home. All she has is what she makes for herself here on Avagi. But she also thinks of mistakes she's made recently, and is terrified of repeating them. Letting herself get hurt again is something she really doesn't want.
But the way he looks at her makes her feel special and important, makes her feel the way Danny used to. He thought she was the most capable and strongest woman on Earth. Maybe it's alright for her to pretend that Logan feels the same way. He clearly desires her, but she worries now on basing things entirely around sex.
That doesn't stop her from setting her wine aside and going to sit next to him. Physical things are always easy. It's letting that person inside past the walls she has built up that's the hard part. She has a feeling he might understand what that's like.]
We have to be careful.
[Not just because they're co-workers, but because he has a child and because her heart's recently been broken. Because she's certain he needs a touchstone as much as she does right now, and there's so many ways they can mess that up. But she puts her faith in him as she leans in to close the distance between them, but pauses when her lips are just about to press in against his.]
I don't let just anyone keep me warm.
[There's a smirk on her lips as she makes the next move, kissing him in a way that's testing his receptiveness without being unyielding.]
[ He can hear the fluttering pulse of her heart, keeping time as she eases in to sit beside him. His free hand finds her hip, feeling the way her skirt bunches just a little with the motion, the warmth of her body beneath the layers of silk and crêpe de chine. She's sitting a little above him, actually, an angle he rather favors- with that mural behind her, she could be another heavenly fixture, made up of the same stardust, possessed of her own light.
What he's feeling is...kinship, surely. Like meeting like. Physical attraction, an appreciation for her clever mind. Logan can do careful, he can be discreet, a habit learned at last the past few difficult years. He can try, too, not to hurt her, never a guarantee where these types of situations occur.
But, he can try. Starting with placing his glass down, meeting her gaze--hard, when he wants to watch the red part of her lips, too--with his own. If she's at all uncertain of his response, he's quick to allay that, meeting her kiss with his own. Clara's mouth tastes like the wine, heady and bittersweet, leaving him wanting more. ]
[She tells herself that it will be just this one kiss. Just a taste of him is enough. When neither of them pull back and away, she doesn't force herself to show restraint. It's always better when she's the one in charge, anyway. No sense in letting him take control when she knows exactly what she wants and isn't shy about going about getting it.
Her hands gently cup his cheeks, fingertips pressing firmly against stubble as a stark contrast. She deepens the kiss and presses forward, shifting so she's moving to straddle his lap. Her skirt bunches and raise up even more as she does, but she figures that worrying about being improper isn't much of a concern anymore.
Her teeth nip and tug at his lower lip as she breaks away after quite some time, nearly drunk off the taste of him. Her hands slip upward and around to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair so she can guide his head down enough that their foreheads can press together. She just breathes him in after that, their warm breath mingling together in the non-existent space between them. Maybe there's something she should say, but words are a little lost to her right now. He's managed to tether her focus entirely on him. No small feat, when she's generally occupied with at least twenty different racing thoughts at any given moment in time.]
[ The throwing off of any and all pretense is something he'll forever favor. Logan welcomes her touch, her weight in his lap and the sure onslaught of her lips. Framed by her body, by her soft hands, he offers her his full attention in those breathlessly deep kisses, while his hands slip beneath her skirt and make the steady climb up her bare legs.
What use are words, when actions have said enough so far? When the heat between her parted thighs finds his hard length to press against, a sudden and sure shock of pleasure that leaves his breath hitching against her mouth. Yes, good, just. Breathe. Hold her for a fraction of forever...
...or until he can find the zip of her dress, and drag it open down the long line of her spine. Let him see more of her, all of her, while he leans up to capture her lips for another drugging kiss. ]
[It's not as if her dress is material enough to keep her warm, but she still shivers as she feels the fabric drape open and the chilly air hits her skin. The sensation of him hard beneath her is too tempting too pass up. It's the best sort of teasing possible when she bares down a little and presses her heat more firmly against him. A little rock follows, making a second shiver course through her small frame. It causes her breath to hitch as her fingers press more firmly against his scalp, not letting him slip away from her even an inch.
The kiss ends with a little gasp as she rocks against him again and her body feels a spark of need that she has no intention of ignoring. It's too easy to lose herself in the feeling of him, in the smell and taste of him. Her eyes slide closed as she drops her hands away from his head and makes quick work of leaning away just enough to pull her undone dress up and over her head. The decision not to wear a bra with the dress turns out to be a good one, as the top half of her is fully revealed to him. The moment of the initial reveal is a short lived moment of confidence led by vanity that shines through in her eyes. She takes pride in how she looks, and is glad to be able to feel comfortable enough that there's no hesitation to share herself with him.]
Off with yours now, quick as you like.
[She bosses him around a little, teasing more than anything. Flashing a dimpled grin, she brings her hands over to his body to work at the buttons on his shirt and pants. ]
[If only he could see the look on her face right now.]
First bit of advice is never turn your back on the children. Ever. I had to learn that the hard way. Think it's also important to know that you should never start with your final sanction when you're cross. You've got nowhere but backwards to go from there.
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Date: 2017-11-30 05:04 am (UTC)it's fairly rare that he's even in here for any stretch of time. he hasn't once touched his bed in the month or so since they arrived (if he ever does sleep, he's ensured not even clara is going to catch him at it.) and while he occasionally works on similar projects here, he's got plenty of space elsewhere to do just the same. he's used to having an entire dimension at his disposal; he doesn't know how to confine himself to a single room. but she does use the room, and he knows that she'll invariably be back here, hopefully at some point tonight.
they need to talk.
or at least, he's thinks they probably ought to talk. he just hasn't got any clue what about— but that's entirely the problem, isn't it? because increasingly, he's been getting the sense that she's been avoiding him. not angry or cold, but becoming uncharacteristically reticent. closed-off. that something has been festering beneath the surface ever since they found themselves here, some dark and unspoken thing that needs to be ventilated soon. lest it do some damage.
he wonders what he's done wrong.
...on the other hand, maybe everything's fine and he's being completely daft. only one way to find out.
when she does eventually arrive, he carefully sets his device aside and stands up, hands sliding into his pockets. this is not his area. but he's going to give it a go, because the thought of letting this (or any) thing threaten their friendship is worse. ]
Ah, Clara...
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Date: 2017-11-30 05:14 am (UTC)The truth of the matter is she has been avoiding him. Not because of anything he's done, but because she thinks she's protecting him. But now that they're standing here and she sees the look on his face, she wonders if she's doing the right thing. Keeping him safe has always been her priority. It's why she split herself apart into thousands of pieces when he wore his last face. It's why she potentially sacrificed her life to find his last self on Trenzalore, and begged his people to let him live. It's why she lied to Danny, to keep the Doctor as a part of her life. Everything is always to keep him safe. Even if it means keeping him in the dark with what's bothering her.]
You were waiting for me?
[She tries to act more curious than worried, but she's so frayed around the edges these days that it's hard for her to lie to him easily like she normally can.]
What's wrong?
[Because something must be wrong. It clearly is. It's just a matter of figuring out what she's done.]
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Date: 2017-11-30 06:05 am (UTC)Nothing— [ obviously untrue; he takes a breath, waves a hand vaguely in her direction, ] well, er. I don't know.
[ he's not generally one for beating around the bushes, though, so: ]
I'm not, you know, I'm not a mind-reader. ...Not from over here.
Have I done something, or are you avoiding me for some other reason? Because if there is something... I do want you to tell me.
[ said as if the words themselves feel heavy to him, a thread of anxiety that's easy to catch if you know him. his gaze drops from hers, grimacing. ]
We've only got this little station, currently, we can't just, run away now...
[ not from their problems. not from each other. ]
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Date: 2017-11-30 06:46 am (UTC)I don't want to run away.
[Emotion's already thick in her voice as she shakes her head, a sad smile on her face. It's one of the ones he always comments on, but she can't prevent it from being there.]
Least, not without you. I'm not avoiding you because of something you've done, Doctor.
[At least she's so tired of playing games for the moment that she doesn't bother dodging the fact that she has been avoiding him. She does keep her distance for the moment though, hands anxiously knotting together.]
I've been avoiding you cause I want to protect you. And I'm not sure I can if I tell you everything.
[Clearly, she's pretty set on the whole protecting him angle.]
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Date: 2017-11-30 07:42 am (UTC)Protect me...?
[ that's not at all what he was expecting. his mind starts spinning through possibilities. his first thought: what could clara possibly be protecting him from, here? it's a space station. a relatively calm one at that. he can't think of a single thing on board that'd warrant that sort of reaction, nothing that she wouldn't have happily faced alongside him. that can't be it.
her smile, though...
the one that isn't a smile at all. too many other emotions tangled up in it, he can't tell what it's supposed to be.
of course. it's not him, it's not anything around them. it's a secret. she's been keeping a secret.
suddenly, he desperately needs to know. ]
...Clara, what is it?
[ please.
however many times he's needed it from her, however many times she's offered it freely without his asking... he'll never see himself as someone who ought to be protected. convinced that it should be the other way round. ]
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Date: 2017-11-30 08:20 am (UTC)She can't. A lie will just have to be come up with.
But she hesitates, looking away from him. That's all he needs to see to know she's lying. Inwardly cursing at herself, her shoulders slump, and her arms wrap around herself. This isn't how she wanted him to find out. Really, she prefers that he never find out. But since she can't keep it from him any longer, all she can do now is hope he handles things well.]
You know I've been having nightmares and not sleeping, yeah? I haven't been entirely honest about the reason why.
[With shaky hands, she gathers up her hair into a ponytail and twists it upward so he can see the back of her neck. Nerves flood her body as she slowly turns around for him to see. Maybe he'll know what it is on sight alone.]
Do you know what this is, Doctor? What it means?
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Date: 2017-12-01 04:05 am (UTC)then she shows him the mark.
he's quiet for a tense moment, just staring at the numbers. she can probably nearly feel his gaze searing into the back of her neck. he raises one tentative hand, almost reaches out, but drops it again. and all he comes up with is: ]
It's a tattoo.
[ he knows it can't be just a tattoo.
but he also
he doesn't, it can't actually be
no. it's only a tattoo. ]
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Date: 2017-12-01 04:47 am (UTC)[And stopped in time, thank goodness. At least she doesn't need to worry about ravens swooping in here and stealing her life away. All she has to worry about is how the Doctor will react, if he even understands what it is. She's not sure what all he's experienced in his timeline so far.]
After we saw Lucy, I knew she couldn't grow up without her father. I lost my mother when I was a teenager, I can't imagine growing up without one of my parents. So I did what I had to.
[She hesitates, tears brimming in her eyes. They spill over and slip down her cheeks, and she wipes them away. There's a part of her that hopes he doesn't know what it is and she can just not tell him about the whole likely death thing. She's accepted it and knows she needs to be brave. ]
And when we leave this place, when we go back to our proper timelines...
[With a shrug of her shoulders, she lets that hang there. He can fill in the pieces whatever way he likes.]
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Date: 2017-12-01 05:39 am (UTC)he hasn't got the slightest idea what rigsy has to do with anything, or who lucy is. the last thing he remembers, clara was answering the phone (they'd just stumbled home after some wild misadventure, he'd narrowly avoided space nuptials, she'd been laughing, basking in her victory)...
but it doesn't matter, he'd really stopped listening after 'chronolock.' he knows what that means. he knows what it entails. ]
No. [ breathing tight. ] No, no it's not. Who told you that?
It can't be—!
[ he threatens to begin shouting, but reins it back in quickly with gritted teeth, shoves it back down inside. tries to keep every sudden, horrible emotion wadded up somewhere in his chest.
this, this isn't what's happening. this can't be. ]
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Date: 2017-12-03 08:36 am (UTC)[She can hear the tension in his voice, how close he is to shouting. She recalls how angry he had been when he forced her to turn and look at the mark, back when Me was in the room with them. She had been so stupid, so foolish. Now he's having to pay for that too. She's always gone out of her way to keep him safe. It's painfully poetic that her leaving him will cause him such a great deal of pain.]
Ashildr was there. She told us everything.
[Her voice is very small when she tells him, and she lets her hair fall into place so she can step in close to him and reach out to curl her fingers around his wrist.]
Look at me. I'm here now, and I'm fine. Everything's going to be alright.
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Date: 2017-12-03 08:51 pm (UTC)distantly, some part of him knows that he ought to try listening to her. that she just wants him to look her in the eyes and confirm that it's fine. but it's all he can do to keep it together. he can't think of anything but that number on her neck. the minutes— she has minutes...
she's under his protection. he has a duty, and someone has threatened it. to act as though anything about this is alright would be to accept it; no, fury is what's surging to the forefront. ]
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Date: 2017-12-03 08:59 pm (UTC)[ clara may have accepted full responsibility for her own folly, but that hardly registers. someone gave her, or rigsy, or whoever, this mark. he needs a target, needs someone to blame, someone to stop. he latches onto ashildr's name like a vise. ]
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Date: 2017-12-04 04:59 am (UTC)[His anger makes her skittish, which in turn makes her angry. He's not going to listen, that much is obvious. And the reality of how serious this all is settles in once again, making her start to cry. She doesn't want him to feel this way, to be angry and wrathful because of her. It's not who he should be. But he is, because of her.]
Let me protect you, and just drop this. You don't need to worry about something that won't even happen for as long as we're here.
[All she wants is for him to be happy, and she seems to continually be at the root of why he isn't.]
There isn't anyone to attack, or anyone to blame but me. It was my choice. This is my life, and I'm entitled to decide how it ends. If it even does.
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Date: 2017-12-04 07:54 am (UTC)("clara's going to—")
a moment later, he manages to draw himself up and actually looks at her again. but his face is stony, mind set. ]
No.
[ decisively. though it's not entirely clear what it's in response to, until he follows it up: ] It won't. It's not going to happen, I'm not going to let it.
[ he's only really got a fuzzy partial picture of the situation, but he's sure he knows enough. rigsy, ashildr, the quantum shade... he knows what's coming, and he can prevent it. he'll tear a hole straight through history, if he has to. ]
I'm going to save you, Clara Oswald, I swear.
[ beneath it all there's fear and desperation, simple and plaintive. he needs her to believe him. ]
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Date: 2017-12-07 12:49 am (UTC)Is saving her worth him losing himself?
It can't be. It shouldn't be.
But she desperately wants to stay with him for as long as possible.]
I know you will.
[Her voice is thick with emotion when she finally can get out the words. Tears are streaming down her face, and she turns so she can press forward and wrap her arms around him. She's downright trembling with a mixture of fear and self-loathing as she hugs him, clinging to him like a lifeline.]
But I need you to listen to me. I know you're afraid. We both are. But you can't let this fear turn you into something you're not. Don't be anything other than the man I -
[She hesitates, pulling back and away from the hug so she can look him in the eye.]
Just be a Doctor, yeah? Promise me.
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Date: 2017-12-07 08:05 am (UTC)but he can't, just can't bring himself to return it properly. his arms won't seem to work right.
when she lets go, it's almost as though focusing on her properly hurts. her eyes are overflowing with emotion she shouldn't have to feel but always does, so raw and so very human. and far too much of it is directed at him, he doesn't want to face this either.
they both know what he's capable of. and he thinks there's probably nothing he wouldn't do, if it meant keeping her safe. he'd sacrifice anything, all of it.
maybe he doesn't want to be any sort of doctor who'd allow her to die like this. ]
Clara...
[ it's not a promise. ]
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Date: 2017-12-09 05:52 am (UTC)Clara's lost control of the situation. Their emotions are controlling everything. And when she loses control, she gets manic and desperately tries to get control back again. Any little bit she can manage always helps. When she's back home, in the future, she can accept her death and face it as bravely as possible. But here and now, she desperately wants this to be fixed. So she clings to that hope, and she feels herself getting more and more worked up, to the point where she isn't thinking before speaking.
And out slips one of her best guarded secrets, though it isn't much of a secret at all if you think about all that she's done for him in the time she's known him.]
I love you. Not as a best friend. No, wait, shut up, 'course as a best friend. But more than that too. That's why I'm willing to die instead of you. I almost did before, in your timestream. I don't mind doing it now.
[But she wants to be saved. She's fiercely independent, but will let him just this once find a way to save her.]
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Date: 2017-12-16 08:23 am (UTC)when she speaks again, they slide open slowly, and then widen all at once. his expression crinkles around the edges, so fond and so sad that it's pained. it really isn't a secret, not that either of them is willing to die for the other. that neither would let the other.
what she means by 'more'...
this is a confession. people feel the need to confess just before something dire and irreversible happens, and that's precisely what we're not having. he lays his hand over hers, tries to cut her off. ]
No one's going to be dying for anyone. Nobody's going to die at all, okay?
I'll handle it. Please just, just trust me.
[ he said he'd do it, he's going to do it, one way or another. and maybe he'll still be the doctor at the end of it, too— he's done much worse, hasn't he? ]
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Date: 2017-12-22 04:52 am (UTC)Always. I'll always trust you, Doctor.
[It's as good as she can give in letting him handle things.]
I just want you to understand. Listen to me, actually hear me. I love you, impossible or not. And that's why I'm happy no matter what happens. I get to be with you 'til whatever end. No matter when it is. Now, or much much later, when I'm old and don't look any different to you.
[Physical contact is hard for him, and she knows that. But it's with desperation that she rises up on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against his. It's chaste, not wanting to push, not daring to cross bounds. But her confession hadn't felt understood enough and she wants him to see that everything is worth it. The Raven, the mark on her neck, all of it. She wouldn't dare change a thing.]
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Date: 2018-01-02 04:34 am (UTC)he's always the one left behind. all he can hope to do is forestall it.
his lips are pressed in a thin line, stock-still when hers brush his. but he watches her— expression betraying any surprise only for a second. he doesn't reciprocate (can't, won't), not like that; but that sort of thing has never had any bearing on the depth of his feelings anyway.
he does understand.
but he shakes his head sadly. ] So don't go. Not like that. Please, don't even consider it.
...All I want is for you to stay by my side, as long as possible.
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Date: 2018-01-05 07:58 am (UTC)She knows he cares for her, but not the same way that she does him. He loves her, but it's a different sort of love. It's no less valid, but her heart still longs for him anyway. It's ridiculous of her and she knows it, and a part of her understands that she's desperately trying to cling hold of anyone that will give her a reason not to go back to her timeline and die.
He's presented her with as good of an opening as any.
Tears slowly trickle down her cheeks as she nods, smiling sadly. She's broken, but he can put her back together better than anyone.]
As long as possible.
[She promises, voice thick with emotion.]
You're gonna be sick of me long before I ever leave.
[It feels like a lie, but she lets herself tell it. He's taught her how to be better at lying than everyone, except him.]
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Date: 2018-01-10 05:02 am (UTC)he can't be that for her, not that one specific thing. she'll find love elsewhere again, one day, though; he's sure of that. the type that she actually needs. ]
That's never going to happen.
[ growing sick of her, he means. he nearly scoffs at the thought of it.
...he pulls away now, eyes darting off to the side. she's still crying, but now that they've both established where they stand, he's finally actually falling back on the standard response to weighty emotions: deflection, and levity. ]
No, what's going to happen is that you'll outgrow me, one day. Won't need a silly old man with a box cramping your style. Don't worry, I'd understand.
Just remember to phone me and give me your planet of residence and postcode. I could... come round for dinner, sometimes.
[ his gaze flickers back to her, one corner of his mouth quirked up as he mimes a phone call. just like she'd suggested, way back on the orient express. ]
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Date: 2017-12-09 08:05 am (UTC)action; library
Date: 2017-12-16 06:49 pm (UTC)[ he starts off in his low drawl, waiting for Clara to finish piling books and supplies in the box he's carrying, ]
You're really gonna need all this?
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Date: 2017-12-17 04:42 am (UTC)I'll end up needing more than this, actually. Books are important when you teach a group of seventh years that are all reading at different levels.
[His daughter is included in that group so she decides to add on:]
There's even a few in there for Laura.
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Date: 2017-12-19 05:44 am (UTC)Logan clears his throat. ]
You let me know if she's ever any trouble. Or if she needs any extra help.
[ A slight shift of his weight. ]
I appreciate what you're doing here, Clara.
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Date: 2017-12-19 05:53 am (UTC)I like working with her. With all the children, really. I always wanted some of my own, but that's not how things panned out.
[Teaching helps fill that maternal instinct she has, and gives her a sense of purpose. She glances up at him as she starts to lead the way toward her classroom, taking the pace nice and slow because she's sure as hell not about to hustle to keep up with his likely longer strides.]
You're lucky to have her here, but you must be desperate for some adult time when you're stuck on such a small station.
[She laughs a little, giving him the tiniest nudge. ]
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Date: 2017-12-19 06:31 am (UTC)[ he tells her dryly. The box gets shifted to his shoulder while he walks with her, keeping a hand curled over the side. Clara's remark, and the way she laughs, the nudge against his arm, gets a wry smile out of him. ]
"Adult time"? What the Hell's that?
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Date: 2017-12-19 06:40 am (UTC)Just how it sounds! Time with other adults. Without children meddling or mucking things up.
[Her eyes casually drift back upward to admire the way he carries the box. There's nothing wrong with enjoying the muscular scenery.]
You do that, don't you? Go out to dinner, have drinks, or just stay in and enjoy someone's company?
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Date: 2017-12-19 08:01 am (UTC)Damn. ]
On this tin can? Not for a long while.
[ Blunt, but not hard. It would be nice, wouldn't it? ]
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Date: 2017-12-20 06:54 am (UTC)There's a way to remedy that, you know. I'm busy with the school and my first contact duties, and spend late nights working on my star maps and historian project but...well, let's just say I'd make the time if you ever wanted to pop by.
[See, it's not that hard, Logan. You just have to be direct!]
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Date: 2017-12-20 03:42 pm (UTC)Alright. What about tonight?
[ Look, he can be direct too! ]
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Date: 2017-12-21 09:11 am (UTC)[She's surprised he's just as direct as she is, and both eyebrows arch as she glances back up at him. ]
Tonight'll do. I hope you don't mind the smell of wet paint, though. I've got some finishing touches to put on a mural on my walls.
[Because she isn't busy enough that she has to paint murals in her spare time. Regardless, she's clearly happy about the prospect of him coming by. The smile on her face and tint of pink on her cheeks is evidence enough of that.]
The Doctor isn't likely to be around, so you can stay if you like.
[Ha. Who's the most direct one now?]
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Date: 2017-12-22 11:35 pm (UTC)Maybe I will.
[ For a moment, he brings his free hand up from his side to brush the small of her back. ]
Let's get your supplies squared away.
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Date: 2017-12-23 12:55 am (UTC)She dresses in the only little black dress she owns but forgoes putting in much more effort than that. her hair is even pulled up, thanks to her having been woking on her star charts and wall mural just moments before. There's even a smudge of midnight blue along her cheek, and she's blissfully unaware of it until after she invites him aside and she's pouring them both some wine. After catching sight of her reflection in the bottle she tries to quickly scrub it away with the heel of her hand. Maybe he hasn't seen it.]
I know being down here in halfway isn't as nice as most other places, but I'm trying to make it more like home. You don't mind the cramped quarters, do you?
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Date: 2017-12-27 05:58 am (UTC)I've had worse. [ Adding quickly, a crooked smile curling under his mustache, ] Nah, I like it. Cozy.
You stay warm enough down here?
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Date: 2017-12-27 06:21 am (UTC)[She shrugs as she answers, followed by a light shake of her head.]
Why do you think I invited you to stay the night?
[The corner of her mouth tugs upward, and she allows herself a moment to give him a good look over. While she can dress up well, not feeling like she needs to in order to keep his attention makes her happy. The fact he's dressed nicely without it being too much adds to her fondness for him, and leaves her staring for a few seconds before she averts her eyes and takes a drink of wine.]
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Date: 2017-12-27 06:45 am (UTC)Logan hides a self-deprecating smirk behind the rim of his glass. ]
Clearly for my quick wit.
[ After a sip of wine, warm and complex in his mouth, his other hand leaves his lap to pat the seat beside his. ]
Why don't you come closer? I'll show you how warm I can be.
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Date: 2017-12-27 07:01 am (UTC)But the way he looks at her makes her feel special and important, makes her feel the way Danny used to. He thought she was the most capable and strongest woman on Earth. Maybe it's alright for her to pretend that Logan feels the same way. He clearly desires her, but she worries now on basing things entirely around sex.
That doesn't stop her from setting her wine aside and going to sit next to him. Physical things are always easy. It's letting that person inside past the walls she has built up that's the hard part. She has a feeling he might understand what that's like.]
We have to be careful.
[Not just because they're co-workers, but because he has a child and because her heart's recently been broken. Because she's certain he needs a touchstone as much as she does right now, and there's so many ways they can mess that up. But she puts her faith in him as she leans in to close the distance between them, but pauses when her lips are just about to press in against his.]
I don't let just anyone keep me warm.
[There's a smirk on her lips as she makes the next move, kissing him in a way that's testing his receptiveness without being unyielding.]
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Date: 2017-12-27 07:46 am (UTC)What he's feeling is...kinship, surely. Like meeting like. Physical attraction, an appreciation for her clever mind. Logan can do careful, he can be discreet, a habit learned at last the past few difficult years. He can try, too, not to hurt her, never a guarantee where these types of situations occur.
But, he can try. Starting with placing his glass down, meeting her gaze--hard, when he wants to watch the red part of her lips, too--with his own. If she's at all uncertain of his response, he's quick to allay that, meeting her kiss with his own. Clara's mouth tastes like the wine, heady and bittersweet, leaving him wanting more. ]
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Date: 2017-12-27 08:06 am (UTC)Her hands gently cup his cheeks, fingertips pressing firmly against stubble as a stark contrast. She deepens the kiss and presses forward, shifting so she's moving to straddle his lap. Her skirt bunches and raise up even more as she does, but she figures that worrying about being improper isn't much of a concern anymore.
Her teeth nip and tug at his lower lip as she breaks away after quite some time, nearly drunk off the taste of him. Her hands slip upward and around to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair so she can guide his head down enough that their foreheads can press together. She just breathes him in after that, their warm breath mingling together in the non-existent space between them. Maybe there's something she should say, but words are a little lost to her right now. He's managed to tether her focus entirely on him. No small feat, when she's generally occupied with at least twenty different racing thoughts at any given moment in time.]
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Date: 2017-12-27 09:12 am (UTC)What use are words, when actions have said enough so far? When the heat between her parted thighs finds his hard length to press against, a sudden and sure shock of pleasure that leaves his breath hitching against her mouth. Yes, good, just. Breathe. Hold her for a fraction of forever...
...or until he can find the zip of her dress, and drag it open down the long line of her spine. Let him see more of her, all of her, while he leans up to capture her lips for another drugging kiss. ]
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Date: 2017-12-27 05:19 pm (UTC)The kiss ends with a little gasp as she rocks against him again and her body feels a spark of need that she has no intention of ignoring. It's too easy to lose herself in the feeling of him, in the smell and taste of him. Her eyes slide closed as she drops her hands away from his head and makes quick work of leaning away just enough to pull her undone dress up and over her head. The decision not to wear a bra with the dress turns out to be a good one, as the top half of her is fully revealed to him. The moment of the initial reveal is a short lived moment of confidence led by vanity that shines through in her eyes. She takes pride in how she looks, and is glad to be able to feel comfortable enough that there's no hesitation to share herself with him.]
Off with yours now, quick as you like.
[She bosses him around a little, teasing more than anything. Flashing a dimpled grin, she brings her hands over to his body to work at the buttons on his shirt and pants. ]
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Date: 2017-12-18 06:02 pm (UTC)[ At least officially. ]
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Date: 2017-12-19 05:57 am (UTC)First bit of advice is never turn your back on the children. Ever. I had to learn that the hard way. Think it's also important to know that you should never start with your final sanction when you're cross. You've got nowhere but backwards to go from there.