Weren't we supposed to be doing something else?

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WHO: Dewi and Lucy-Marie (and a moderate to slight chance for a British prude)
WHEN: Tuesday night - 21st of September
WHERE: Dewi's house (because Arthur of course doesn't own it. What are you talking about?)
WHAT: After a failed goose chase for what's his face, Lucy ends up at Dewi's place and a Who marathon looks promising.
RATING: ohoho~ a thread

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[not_whales]

The text was a nice forewarning - and after scrambling around the living room to tidy up here and there (he meant to do it that day anyway, as Arthur had repeatedly, kindly reminded Dewi that the living room was not his personal living space and needed to be kept clean; it's Arthur's bloody fault for putting the Tele in that room) he managed to make it presentable. By the time he'd answered the door, he'd forgotten about the gas mask in his hand. The door opened with an abrupt "Are you My Mummy~?", a nervous laugh, followed by a polite bow and a hand to escort his friend inside.

Appropriately, they started with "The Empty Child." Dewi had a lukewarm teapot on the coffee table beside his propped feet, but he paid little mind to almost upsetting it, and Doctor Who for that matter, once he became aware of the same expression the Seychelles girl had been wearing once he answered the door.

"Are you all right, Lucy-Marie?"

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"Hnn..." Lucy nodded, only half-hearing the question and curling up a little bit more on the couch. Her flats slid off and she pulled her legs up, almost absentmindedly leaning up against Dewi. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine," she assured him quietly trying to keep up with whatever was flashing on the TV, though it proved a little hard to do.

A soft sigh escaped her lips and her eye lids slid down slowly, muscles relaxing one by one and making it almost impossible to keep upright. "I guess I'm just tired..."

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"Are you sure?" he assured, though only halfheartedly because the episode was starting to reach its violent climax. Nine stood in his leather jacket off into the approaching crowds of gas-masked London civilians. The tele erupted with frequent calls of "Are you my mummy?" Dewi would be paying attention to the frantic figures of Captain Jack, Rose, and the Doctor if not for the increasing weight against his arm.

"Wake up too early or summat?" he kidded with an uneasy laugh. He couldn't say otherwise to his sleeping pattern. He was finding it difficult to sleep nowadays.

she wishes she had her fish.

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Lucy was suddenly not very tired anymore- her resting position against the professor now shifted, her hands squeezing his wrist tightly, just shy of holding onto his hand for dear life. Dewi's words echoed quietly in her ears and she glanced at him for a second, cheeks flushing as she started to pull back. "A-Ah... uhm-" she forced a laugh as well, trying to sit up and releasing his hand.

"Y-yeah... I was... looking around Liberty all day for Alfred," she admitted quietly. "I'm... kinda tired. But it's alright..."

No fish here. Just doctor.

[not_whales]

His hand suddenly felt much colder. He let it curl underneath the blanket draped over the couch, and pretended to be a little more fascinated in the tele than he was with the way her eyes looked when reflecting its light.

"I've tried looking, Luce... he... he hasn't tried to contact anyone. I'm... not sure what to make of it. I'm sorry..."

I think Dewi will substitute just fine.

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Watching Dewi absorb himself more in the television, Lucy sighed and sat up completely, settling for an ichy small couch pillow and hugging it tight to her chest as she tried to refocus as well. "It's fine..." she said softly.

"Alfred... Al is really stubborn, to say the least. I'm sure he'll be alright," she insisted. "And... I can always fo out looking tomorrow after class."

How did it suddenly get so cold so fast?

Now say "aaaah~" /shot

[not_whales]

Now she had his attention - all of it. Forget Christopher Eccleston and Billie Piper and John Barrowman! "Lucy, I don't want you to get in any danger... if anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do!" Truth be told, his losing sleep only indirectly had to do with Alfred - but Lucy, Lucy who was looking for Alfred who was so determined to find the missing 'family member' of the Kirkland household.

He fell back against the cushions and wrestled his hands around hers, her hand that suddenly felt like the warmest thing in the entire house - the entire world. Somewhere in the distance Billie Piper was calling the Doctor's name.

....aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh~

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"I just- D-Dewi..." Lucy-Marie felt her cheeks heat up, her eyes unable to focus on the flashing screen and instead falling on the man that apparently would know what to do if something happened to her. She felt like she had before, before she left Liberty City the first time and before she found out that the professor she had fallen heads over heels for was... well, gay.

Now if she could just heart something over the rush of blood in her ears she might be able to say something. Maybe something like 'Dewi, it's okay to not lead me on', or 'Can you please let go of my hands before my heart explodes'.

Or at least something along that line.

But she could only manage a quiet word over the speaking of the television: "Why?"

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"B-because...!" He wasn't quite sure what to say over the incessant calls of 'are you my mummy?' He took a deep breath, and felt the spotlight fall on his shoulders. Five, four, three, two, one. "I would... I don't ever want anything to happen to you, Lucy-Marie. I don't know what I'd do, I... you're my best friend."

His hands closed around hers, and a brand new meaning came to the term Doctor Who, "...and.... and... I hate that promise we made to each other...!"

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Did time really just stop right then? Was her heart going to pound right out of her throat? ...Had she been reading too many romance novels or watching too many girly-movies lately?

Lucy-Marie wasn't quite sure about the rush of emotions surging up in her throat but they seemed to form at least what she hoped to be coherant words.

"You... too...?" came out in weak, squeaky voice- on the verge of trembling. She'd blush because of it, if her face wasn't already so red and her mind wasn't spinning with a thousand other things, all focused on one central point.

Dewi Ainsworth.

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"Y-yes, that... that blasted promise! That blasted promise we made, that we would never be more than friends!" He had a flare for the dramatic, and truly, it seemed like a scene from a romantic comedy with the way he enunciated his voice and projected his words. And the hand gestures, more frugal than an Italian's, really made him look like he was acting.

Only he wasn't.

"I'm sorry I ever made that promise! It tore my heart to pieces..."

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Luce's head was spinning more, words echoing in her head and the meaning behind them hitting her hard. Dewi at very least liked her- at very least he wanted... to be more than friends.

And he had...? Apparently- since that god forsaken promise?

Ghosts of hazy memories and half-forgotten touches flit through Lucy's mind before she even know what was happening, words slipping off her tongue.

"Just shut up Dewi," she whispered.

Her lips tight against his.

[not_whales]

He wasn't quite sure how all of that happened. One minute he was babbling about that promise, and the next, they had sealed that promise - sealed it away with a kiss. His glasses suddenly felt to heavy on his face. It crushed his nose and made it difficult to breathe, because he was certain in that instant that he'd forgotten how to.

A pause, a moment, then he clumsily shifted forward and closer to Lucy, cradling the left side of her face with the respected hand and just taking that minute to feel her lips against his...

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This all took Lucy's mind years to process, the lips responding against hers and Dewi actually... holding her? Her hands scrambled to grip the front of his shirt, trembling and not really willing to let their lips part anytime soon.

But really...? This is all she knew how to do- embarassingly little and only from a terrible encounter from a Frenchman that she hadn't thought a pervert at the time. Shove two sets of lips together and hop one of you doesn't fall into the snapping turtle exibit. Luce wanted more though- she wasn't quite sure how she wanted more, but she did. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to just stay next to Dewi forever.

Her back arched slightly as she pulled him closer, hands tight in the fabric of his shirt. They weren't close enough.

[not_whales]

This wasn't a stage kiss. Dewi's fingers were against her cheek, he didn't have his thumb between their lips to keep them from touching, there was no spotlight falling on their shoulders, nor was there a group 'awww~' from a witnessing audience. It was a drama, however, about two friends who finally broke a sworn promise to each other, but one that an audience could sympathize with - a few would be crying, some exchanging rolled eyes and a 'finally', some would clap, and others would fall silent with awe.

Dewi was all four and more. Bliss curled his toes in his tight converse, his glasses seemed to be distancing them, then he paused... tentatively allowed his tongue to do something more than stick to the roof of his mouth like glue, and brushed it across her bottom lip for permission.

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Heart skipping a beat as she felt something brush against her lip, Lucy's cheeks reddened even brighter as she realized. Her lips parted just the slightest amount, her head tilting a little more to the right. She'd always thought that this type of kiss... this... French kiss as it was quickly becoming would be, well, disgusting.

God. It was so far from disgusting. Her tongue mimicked her partner's and she instinctively deepened the kiss to bring them closer, her legs adjusting on the couch and lifting her up and over, almost enough to send Dewi back and her on top of him.

Not that... she would mind, if that did happen though.