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He wanted to see her, to talk to her. Just talk really, and dance: perhaps even get some dinner. He made his way quietly to her apartment, or at least the one she was currently staying at. His trainers crunched under a patch of snow. His jeans were slightly worn, but quite comfortable. He wore a long wool jacket, under it some randomly patterned
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It was him. John. The clone, or whatever he was. A hand? No, well, not anymore. She looked at him on the screen and smiled to herself softly, wondering why he'd come all of this way across London to see her in such terrible weather. It was at least -10 outside, she shivered at the thought.
She pressed the buzzer allowing the door to open for him, strolling over to her own flat door and unlocking it, leaving it slightly ajar, befor returning to the sofa and plonking herself down with some force.
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"Ello, Lucy." he smiled at her. "How are you?"
He dusted his jeans, and took off his scarf, hanging it on her coat rack, he felt the snow melting on his hair.
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"Make sure you've shut it properly..." she tailed off, looking back at the television.
The worst weather in 30 years the news reporter was saying. Lucy took another sip of wine and looked over to him slowly.
She smiled again, pushing her hair of of her face, and wishing she was wearing something a little more fantastic than ugg boots, jogging pants and a vest top.
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"May I help myself to a glass of wine? Since I'd rather not trouble you and ask you to get up." He grinned, she looked comfortable, it was a lovely change from her normal attire, which always bordered on formal.
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"There are more glasses out in the kitchen."
She was tempted to turn and allow herself to watch him move into the kitchen. It was strange how much he reminded her of the Doctor, not just physically. But then again, this was a new man...a whole new man.
Lucy finished her glass and set it on the table carefully.
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"How are you enjoying the snow?"
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Lucy leaned back into the pillow behind her and snuggled up to it, laughing a little out loud.
"Though I am beginning to feel a little cabin fever-ish"
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"bet they are warm though"
He smiled, sipping on his wine. She looked beautiful when she wasn't all done up.
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"My gas bill will be horrendous though, once this winter is over that is.."
She lent over towards the table to pour herself another glass, bearing her own flash and her seldom seen tattoo, threee perfectly round concentric circles on her lower back. Well, if he could flash his flesh, why couldn't she?
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He stretched his neck a bit,and ran a hand through his hair.
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He seemed very relaxed here for some reason, she liked seeing him lounging on her furniture, it was crazy in some respects, but perfectly normal in others.
And she really wanted to run her fingers through his hair. No. Really.
Lucy sighed.
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He was rather calm around her, especially now, when she was dressed so casual, it just invited him in to being causal right back.
"And why the sigh, dear Lucy?" he smiled softly.
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"...and there isn't really a story, I got it when I was younger, at University."
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"I suppose you could call it a whim," She shrugged.
"A painful whim."
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He was a bit sad at the loss of contact when she pulled her hand away, but he did his best to not show it.
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