[For Peter Carlisle]

[tardistraveller]

A time for everything and to everything its place. Rubbish, in some manner of speaking, but it was time. In fact, it was long past time, but Sarah Jane had been very patient and had pushed down all those whims every time she had kissed Peter or just seen him and reminded herself with a deep 'woof' of frustration that there would be a time

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[vegas_never]

Unprepared as he was, Peter answered the door in a much less impressive outfit: Blue striped boxer shorts and a t-shirt that proclaimed he was a "Pepper." The tee was a new addition to his nightly wardrobe since he'd woken on the TARDIS in nothing but his shorts

[tardistraveller]

She thrust the flowers forward, indicating he ought to take them before they were strewn on the floor in a mess. Sarah Jane Smith came from the Doctor's school of planning. Have none and play it by ear. That was what made her different. Her hand splayed against the 'EPP' part of his shirt as the flowers went there and she took three solid steps inside.

"Is it really going about when I've reached my destination?" she asked, but she wasn't really in the mood to be so picky and pedantic.

Her bangs had been growing out and they framed her face as she gave him a onceover, then a nod. "This'll do nicely," she mused. "And Peter, I hardly think you're allowed to die just yet. Do that and I'll spit in your face," she said, teasingly, her voice low, belying a subtle desire to do something quite different.

[vegas_never]

The flowers were nearly lost to the floor, and Peter scrambled to keep hold of all of them as Sarah Jane passed by him and inside. The door was kicked closed, and he turned, his features curious in the dim candlelight.

God, but she looked good. Furthermore, she was using that tone, the unmistakable one, the Sex Now Please one, and Peter had to reel himself in lest he bend her over right then and there. Having set the flowers aside, he closed the distance between them and pushed the fingers of one confident hand up into the weight of her hair, cradling the side of her head.

"You're certain?" he asked, because damn it, he needed that confirmation, needed to know on no uncertain terms precisely what she was after.

[tardistraveller]

"Peter, if I were any more certain, you'd find yourself in trouble when I backed you up into the nearest wall in public," she said, each word raining down a sureness and almost sternness. "And then you'd really be in trouble. I've not been arrested for public exposure quite yet." The touch to her hair was met with an according tilt, just slight, just enough to react to the touch of his fingers.

She met his eyes, softening just a little so that the bravado was secondary. "The question is, Peter, are you sure?" It held more than a simple question about that moment in particular and arched over the entirety of what they had.

[vegas_never]

"Since age twelve," Peter answered without hesitation, and then swiftly covered Sarah's mouth with his own, his free hand slipping around to splay warm against the small of her back where it flared out into her hips. Drawing her closer was instinctual, and he wanted her as close as possible, closer even. Wanted her out of those clothes, wanted to taste her, touch her, be inside of her-

And he really needed to calm down if he wanted to make it longer than thirty seconds.