NAKED TIME WITH GEM

[parallels]

[There was something on her side of the bed. Well all of her bed was technically her side so the fact that there was something stopping her from spreading her legs out as far as she wanted was just weird. And annoying.

She gave it a good kick.

It pulled away for a but then eventually returned to rest against her toes. Annoying. And chilly. Why was she so cold.

With a sleepy grumble she rolled over to curl up and cocoon in her sheets. Not caring if her elbow happened to jam into someone else's ribs.]

Comments

[parallels]

I'm not-

[She sits up and feels the sheets slide down her bare breasts. With a gasp she prevents it from slipping down past her nipples and then presses it to her chest like a shield.]

Doctor. You have seconds to explain this before I pop you one.

[bowtimeandspace]

[The sheet starts to move and his hand claps up over his eyes, covering his face in case he might accidentally see something. Tentatively, he starts to peep through his fingers, not yet drawing his hand back down.]

Explanation, yes. One of those would be nice, wouldn't they?

[parallels]

[And she's still glaring at him when he peeps at her. Aliens are one thing? But unexplained naked bed sharing is an entirely different thing. There was no warning about this! ]

Definitely would be nice. So explain!

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes. Well. Explaining usually requires knowing.

Bit of a problem, there.

[His hand falls down from his face, and goes back to covering his chest, two fingers of each hand over each nipple.]

What do you last remember?

[parallels]

[STARES AT THAT BECAUSE DUDE THAT'S JUST REALLY WEIRD. She coughs and wraps her arms around herself to secure the sheets better and looks thoughtfully up at the ceiling.]

We were at that celebration dinner in our honor. On Aefigrus. And I'd been drinking and felt knackered so I was thinking about how I could sneak off and get to bed.

[bowtimeandspace]

OH yes! And I invented that punch! They really loved that. And who knew they'd be so good at the Macarena?

[He almost, for a second, forgets their predicament, but he soon remembers, and glances under the cover as if to be sure. Yep, still there.]

Right. Yes. Any ideas?

[parallels]

[NO NO WAIT. SHE IS STILL STUCK ON THAT OTHER THING.]

...Please tell me I didn't get pissed and dance the Macarena.

[bowtimeandspace]

[A TIME LORD'S MODESTY IS VERY IMPORTANT, CLARA, GOD.]

I think you probably did, yes.












Did I?

[parallels]

[A cough.]

It's you. So probably yes.

[bowtimeandspace]

Clara! I did not! I-- This is not helping!

[Still naked. See? See?!]

Well we can't stay here all day.

[parallels]

You brought it up! I was only answering the question.

[Tightens her arms across her chest and gives him a look.]

You get up first.

[bowtimeandspace]

Right. Okay.

And then what?

[Because Clara Oswald, do you see any clothes? I don't see any clothes. He scrunches his face up and wriggles slightly, trying to remember what got them there in the first place, and oh god, what happened in that forgotten period.]

[parallels]

...Go find our clothes!

[Her face is scrunched up too. Her dubbed "funny nose" is screwed up in sulky annoyance. She looks around to try to see any clothes that might be hiding in a corner or tossed up on a lamp... which makes the sheets around her drop slightly.

[bowtimeandspace]

You're only telling me to do that so you'll... you'll... you know... look.

[parallels]

I have no desire to look at your skinny arse.

[RESISTING THE URGE TO SMACK.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[HMPH]

Well I knew there was something wrong with you, and look, we've found it.

[parallels]

I'm wrong for not wanting to stare at your bum?

[Ability to resist smacking dropping quickly]

[bowtimeandspace]

Well obviously.

[He has it on good authority he has a very nice bum. Might be his own authority, but that's brilliant authority.]

[parallels]

[SMACK.

Not that she disagrees he has a nice bum. But she won't give him the satisfaction.]

[bowtimeandspace]

OW!

[Look what you've got now, the oncoming pout.]

Clara that hurt. Well I'm not doing it now.

[parallels]

Oh, don't start pouting that's just sad.

[A huff.]

Fine. I'll go.

[bowtimeandspace]

Don't hit me and I won't have to. I won't come again next Wednesday, you know.

[Okay shut up, he will. His eyes squish closed, and his hands go up to cover them again.]

Okay. I'm not looking.

[parallels]

Don't tell me that I want to look at your arse and I won't have to hit you. And I can wait for another Wednesday.

[She stares at him until she makes sure his eyes are shut and completely covered. Slowly, she slides off the bed and lets the sheet fall and sets off into the rest of the room, her arms still firmly crossed over her breasts.

...Huh. It's a lavish room. The bed they were in is huge and could easily fit three people. With fancy decor and a bathroom with a hot tub. Very strange.

But still no clothes. She peeks into the bathroom to see if there's a bathroom to steal only to find towels. Will do for now. Clara wraps one around herself but it barely covers both her chest and arse at the same time.

With a sigh, she returns to the bed.]

Nothing.

[bowtimeandspace]

[He's very good, he doesn't peek. He remembers all the Bedroom Rules set out by the Ponds, of course. And very strict they were too. He does, however, huff and pout a little bit more.]

Nothing?!

[And yes, that's a lovely high pitch to his voice.]

What do you mean nothing?

[He drops his hand, but immediately lifts it back, just in case.]

Is it safe?

[parallels]

I mean nothing!

[She winces at the pitch in his voice. But it's much better than pouting.]

No clothes. ...No nothing. It's like a weird fancy hotel room. [Then she sighs.]

It's safe. Found a towel. And grabbed you one.

[Which she'll toss in his arms.]