taxonomites | fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual

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fifteen | various notes around Taxon | visual | location: central

Several notes have been left around Taxon over the last few days.

For Fred >> An electronic cart has been folded up and is leaning against the door. There is a note.

HC Clements

Bring the Drill

For Rose >> A note:

I'm okay.

Please take care of yourself.

Love, D

For Tara >> A note:

I'm sorry about before.

HC Clements. Tomorrow.

For Fitz >> A map of Taxon, with a segment of woods circled, and a circle around HC Clements. Also, a note:

Tomorrow.

Once all are delivered, the Doctor plants himself in a nondescript alley in central, smooths out his hair, and flips on the tablet to visual. He grins madly at the camera.

Of course, right before he opens his mouth to speak, music begins playing. Ah, it's that old familiar tune, the first bars to "All By Myself". The Doctor feels the music tug at his heartstrings, and he opens his mouth and says:

"No, I'm serious. I'm not singing that, stop it."

He says it with enough force, that an Extra walking behind him stops and turns to stare at him. The Doctor focuses on the tablet.

"So, rumors of my disappearance have been greatly exaggerated, of course," he says, all smug and self-satisfied, as per usual.

The Extra behind the Doctor picks up a pipe from the ground and starts towards him. The Doctor, focused on the tablet, doesn't notice.

"But! Since the Council, or whatever you call it, is doing such a fantastic job of keeping law and order, I think I might give the citizens of Taxon a head's up about the actual threat around this place."

The Extra is now right behind the Doctor, and it raises the pipe above its head.

The Doctor continues. "You should really look out for---"

The Extra slams the pipe down, and the screen goes suddenly static, then fizzes back to the Doctor, struggling with the strangely violent Extra. The Extra smacks him across the face and he falls over, out of camera range.

OOC: To those whom he's left a note, you're welcome to just meet him at HC Clements after or prior to the events with this Extra.

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This is different and she knows it's because he can't stay. She braces herself against the wall and uses him for balance, nudging her jeans off with her feet then kicking them away. Once they're off she curls one leg around his.

Her breath catches and she honestly doesn't know if it's because of the need in this hurried rendezvous, the idea of him not coming back or the sentence he hasn't finished.

She breaks the kiss, ducking her head to press a kiss to his collarbone. "Want me to know what?" she asks breathlessly when she can finally get the words out. Her stomach is a twisting, writhing knot. She'll argue about whether he's coming back after she gets him to finish his sentence.

"You just---you mean so much---"

He doesn't think he can tell her he loves her. He doesn't think he can say the words, because they mean things like forever and the two of them don't have that. They don't even have moments right now.

He unzips his own trousers and pulls her towards him. No time for finesse, no time for even pretending he can be anything like Casanova sexually. He needs her, he loves her, and he wants her, and he wants to pretend that they have all the time in the universe together, but they don't.

Most of the time she's very aware that he loves her. Doubt only rears it's ugly head when he's being supremely stupid. She shimmies out of her knickers and slides her hands in his, pushing them down his hips along with his pants. She slides her leg up a bit higher, around his thigh so she can pull him closer.

"I know," she tells him quietly. It's important that he knows she knows. "I love you too, Doctor," she says in a rush of breath, tilting her head up to kiss him again. It's part just needing to feel his mouth against hers again and part the need to keep him from saying anything else in response. She doesn't want him to think she needs to hear anything else.

"Yes," he says, because she understands.

She knows. He's always believed she's known. He wasn't sure, after the beach, after the things she doesn't know happen to them. He's been afraid, and the last few days he was afraid he'd never know if she knew.

He holds her leg against him, and pushes himself inside of her. Thoughts of protection and whatnot nudge the back of his mind, but they're replaced promptly with a need to be with her, a need to feel her around him and just stop thinking for a moment. He kisses her mouth firmly, pouring his emotion into it, in case he can never kiss her again.

That confirmation is as good as any confession he could make. At least as far as she's concerned. Her moans are swallowed up by the kiss and she returns it with just as much emotion and passion for precisely the same reason. If this is all they've got then she wants him to know how she feels.

Her nails scrape against his back a little and she runs her hand up the back of his neck, intentionally hitting that sensitive spot. Rushed doesn't mean they can't both at least enjoy this moment and if he wants to stop thinking, she's going to help him.

Protection never crosses her mind because she's never considered that they're compatible that way.

He cries out into her mouth, the sensation from the back of his neck shooting down his spine. He wants this, he's wanted this, and he needs her and---

They should be talking, he thinks. They should be organizing their feelings and he should promptly be leaving, getting away before someone realizes that he's here. Instead, he's holding her against a wall and shagging her and that's not fair. It's not fair to how they feel.

Still, he can't stop. He doesn't want to.

He works to a slow, steady rhythm, slowly speeding up his thrusts as he does.

"Rose," he moans, holding her close. "Rose."

She desperately clings to him, dipping her head and resting her lips against his shoulder. Regardless of what they should be doing there is nothing she'd rather be doing. Certainly not organizing her feelings or watching him leave. Her whole body feels like it's screaming to be closer, to have more of him. Her name on his lips like that makes her gasp.

"ohgod Doctor." She buries her nose in his neck as she keeps the rhythm with her hands in his hair and on his back, hips rising to meet his thrusts.

The wall is wrong, he decides. She's not just a shag, she's not just someone he wants to have for a moment. He thinks about her bed in the next bedroom. He thinks about getting to that bed and the time it might take. He's on the run, now. They only have moments now.

It's not enough. It's not enough to have her here, like this. He needs her, he longs for her, he knows that when they leave here, he'll lose her and his hearts break, just thinking about this. He holds her close and buries his face into her shoulders. If he could have forever, he'd have it with her. But he can't, and it isn't that easy.

He cries out again as she meets his thrusts, her hips slim and firm against him.

The benefits of a human brain, she's only focused on him and the way he feels inside of her, the way her entire body feels like it's made of fiery pins and needles. It's not enough but nothing will ever be enough with him. She suspects even forever would fall short but she'd spend the rest of her life here in this prison if it meant she could spend it with him.

She wraps herself around him, keeping him as close as he can get. Her breath comes in pants against his neck and she cries out his name like it's a prayer or a confession. Maybe both.

Hearing his name like that on her lips is almost enough to send him over the edge immediately, but he holds back. Once he finishes, he has to leave, and he doesn't want to go. He doesn't want this to be over, not yet. He doesn't want the moment to end. It's all they have, after all; moments.

"Rose." He's wanted her and longed for her for so long, it's almost impossible to believe he's here with her, and she's loving him and wanting him and well, he's pretty thrilled about it, actually.

He smiles, despite everything. He smiles at her, and presses a gentle kiss to the side of her mouth.

She can't help but smile back at him. She never has been able to do anything but smile back at him. The little breather is nice. It does let them hold onto the moment for a little while longer. She laughs softly, turning her face to kiss him then tilting her head to kiss his jaw.

These little moments are worth all the crying and worrying she does the rest of the time. At least as far as Rose is concerned. She'd walk through fire for one of these moments with him.

"Doctor," she smiles, putting another kiss just underneath his jaw. She's still got him wrapped up tight against her, unwilling to let any space come between them for the moment.

He wishes that they could have forever. He wishes that he could kiss her mouth and tell her that they could have this for as long as time stood. But he can't. They have until they leave Taxon, and he's trying to convince himself to keep looking for a way out.

He holds her close, the intimacy something he was once afraid of but now clings to. He needs her. He loves her. Every movement of his hips into hers just reaffirms that feeling.

"I---"

I love you. It's not hard to say, but he can't choke it out. He just kisses her again. The words are in the kiss.

She's getting the message right now. Not that hearing the words wouldn't be good but it's not something she needs. Not as long as he's here. She kisses him back, not desperately this time but reaffirming the words he can't say. She tries to slow it down a little, promising him all the time they can steal.

If she can just hold onto this, hold onto the knowledge, the feeling and help him hold onto it as well, she won't hate that he has to leave. She won't like it but she won't hate it either.

He braces one hand against the wall and holds onto her tight. He feels himself slowly moving towards climax, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to end this, he doesn't want to leave her.

"Come with me," he says. "Away with me. We can...run. Together."

It's said in the heat of passion and he'll regret it the moment his body temperature has lowered, but right now, it feels right.

She's just as close to climax as he is and fighting it for all the same reasons. "Yes." She captures his mouth with hers again to keep him from taking it back, to keep him from arguing.

There's never any thought to it. "Anywhere you go, Doctor," she promises fervently against his mouth.

Unfortunately she won't forget he's asked.

Anywhere. He'll lead her right to her death and he knows it. Still, he holds her close and fights his body's desire to finish, fights it because he doesn't want to leave her.

He can't hold out forever, and he braces himself against the wall, crying out her name as he climaxes.

She knows it and she'll go willingly anyway. She's believed that for a long time anyway.

It's the way he cries out her name that does her in. She can't fight it anymore and her climax follows his, her leg around his hips tightening and her arms clinging to him as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing hard and trying to right the world.

He holds onto her as his body shudders and relaxes, and he holds onto her even after. His eyes screw up tight, as though he can block out the rest of the universe that's intent on keeping them apart.

He opens his eyes and pulls back finally, looking down at her and memorizing her face, her flushed lips, her eyes. She's beautiful and he loves her. Why can't he stay? Why does he always have to run?

He doesn't talk, he just leans down, pressing a tender kiss to her mouth.

She knows that look. Of course it took her a little while to realize what that look was. It's the look he gives her when he doesn't think he's coming back. She returns the same sort of look but her hands smooth down his back, over his shoulders, down his chest. She's memorizing the feel of him because so long ago she memorized what he looks like.

She arches up into the kiss, not making it deeper so much as trying to make it linger. She knows what's coming and she's trying to hold him here longer. She's trying to put off that argument she doesn't think she's going to win; the one where he sticks to the offer he made her in the heat of the moment.

He thinks about the human Doctor back on the beach. If he had only one life to live, he'd want this, he thought. Holding her, making love to her, just being with her. Living out a life, one life. It would be good.

He breaks the kiss, but doesn't pull away from her.

"If we had forever," he says, brushing a finger across her cheek. "It would be---it would be brilliant."

She tilts her head just slightly into the touch and reaches up to run a finger down the bridge of his nose and over his lips. "It would be brilliant. This can be too. While we're here, we can be brilliant."

She wonders when she went from fighting for the rest of her life to settling for here. She's pretty sure it was right about the time their relationship went too good to be true.

"We can't stay here," he says. "We're prisoners here, Rose, and you've got a brilliant life out there. It's just waiting for you."

He presses a kiss to her fingertip when it touches his lips. How is he supposed to just give her up? In moments like this, the universe seems so small. Just them, together.

She nods, more for the sake of not arguing with him. "I know." It's just a whisper that conveys how much she hates that she knows this. She bites her lips, trying to make some sense of all her thoughts and emotions. "Maybe this is our--We won't get forever so maybe this is--maybe this is our forever. All this emotion and all this that should last forever crammed into this little slice of time here."

Or maybe that's just what she wants to believe. They get a reward for everything they've done; everything they've gone through and how far they've come.

He takes her hand and places it above his left heart. He closes his eyes. Forever is something they can't have, never. But it's something they both want. And maybe, here---

"I can't stop trying," he says. "To get us away, but---as long as we are here. You have my heart."

Her eyes get teary and she closes them, just feeling the thump-thump of his heart beneath her hand. She slides her free hand to rest over his right heart. "What about the other one, Doctor. Do I get that one too?"

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