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.]

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[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.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[Okay fine. He catches the towel, and slips it under the sheet, wrapping it about his waist before slipping from the bed and spinning around slightly.]

Okay. Right. Yes. Interesting. Don't you think, Clara? Nice big room. Nice big bed and nice big bath. But what's missing? Can you see it?

[parallels]

Aside from our clothes? Or is that too obvious.

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes yes, Clothes. And? Look around Clara. What isn't there? Nice hotel room like this? There's something missing, something very very important.

[parallels]

Room ser-

[Then it hits her like a smack in the face.]

There's no door!

[bowtimeandspace]

Aha!

[Here Clara, have a big huge smile, because you're wonderful.]

Exactly. No door. Bit hard to get into a room with no door. Bit hard to get out too. But then that's if we have to get out.

[And yes, he's pressing himself to the wall, no sonic, ear will have to do.]

[parallels]

[Okay and he gets a gentle smile back before it's replaced with a concerned look as she follows him towards the wall. Then she leans across his shoulder and watches him sonic the wall.]

But how did we get here? What about getting drunk and dancing?

[bowtimeandspace]

A party in our honour.

[He repeats her earlier words and gives her a look.]

Convenient, don't you think?

[And yes, he can hear something. Not sure what, but something in the wall that's not a wall. Probably not a wall.]

[parallels]

You made it sound like it happens all the time for you when we were sitting there!

[She crosses her arms and glares at the back of his head.]

[bowtimeandspace]

Well maybe not all the time. Some of the time. Usually on Tuesdays.

[He taps his fingers against the wall, stepping along it, following some invisible line.

But then? He stops. Frowns, and looks back towards her.]

Are we here? I mean, actually properly here?

[parallels]

Well it's Wednesday.

[Then she blinks.]

You mean that it's a vision? Or like... virtual?

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes. Something like that. One of those. Possibly. Probably.

What's the very last thing you remember?

[parallels]

...I was feeling tired and I was trying to find you.

[She presses a hand to her forehead as she tries to force the gears in her brain to turn and make her remember.]

Why can't I remember?

[bowtimeandspace]

No... and neither can I.

Which is frankly much more worrying. Big Time Lord brain compared to your little human one?

[There's a sudden turn, and he's there in front of her, towel swishing a little (best be careful of that), his hands held out near her face.]

I need to do something. Will you let me do something?

[parallels]

My brain's not little.

[She steps back a little, lips in a pout, and eyes searching him with suspicion.]

What are you going to do?