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When she does pop back she is indeed wearing her blanket like a toga. It's clear from the bare shoulder bisected only by her black bra strap that she shucked her clothes as well. If he's got to be in his knickers, she might as well be as well.

She grins at him and moves to put tea in the pot and get it ready for brewing. "Could sorta get used to wearin' a blanket like this."

She is covering up much less of herself in her blanket toga than he is with his blanket shield. His is still all draped around his shoulders and folded over his arms in front to make a big cape thing. He's quite amused she shucked down to her knickers but at the same time she was right about having it level the playing field quite well.

He's still leaning against the counter a little bit as she attends to the tea. 'It's kind of got a... snuggly? thing working for it. A drapey thing. I think you wear it better than I do anyway.'

Oh good. She was hoping stripping down to her knickers and putting on her blanket would have that effect.

"Definitely a snuggly thing." And she looks over at him out of the corner of her eyes, grinning. "I don't know. Think you're underestimatin' the appeal you wrapped in a blanket holds."

Once the water boils, she takes the kettle off the stove and pours it into the pot.

That earns her an amusedly quirked eyebrow. 'If this has all been an elaborate plot - getting my clothes all Rosed up to the point where wearing them makes it impossible to think, so I have to resort to walking about in a blanket, and then you come out in a blanket and tell me I look appealing in my blanket - some sort of... elaborate seduction attempt.'

He watches her continue taking care of all the tea-making.

'With tea.'

And that gets him a giggle. "Impossible to think, yeah?" Well now that is incredibly flattering. In fact she's practically beaming with how flattering it is. There's an inner teenage girl doing a little dance.

"You found me out. Very elaborate, well thought out and fantastically planned seduction attempt with tea."

Yes she's now doing that sexy little smile where the tip of her tongue touches her teeth.

Well that might have been a bit of an overshare. Cue him looking down a little bit and then back up at her. At least the scruffyness he's got going on can attempt to mask the slight redness. Not on his ears, alas.

'Welll... Yes. It's a very distracting combination of... smells. And stuff.' The muscles in his jaw are working but it's mostly out of smile-restraint, not anger or anything.

She is and he is still attempting composure even though that's sexy and adorable and they're both standing there in blankets and really he's not sure how this point was reached so quickly but he's kind of glad it's here.

'Very creative; I must applaud your ingenuity.'

His ears are the first place she looks for embarrassment now. They tend to give him away. It's fortunate that she finds this absolutely adorable. Of course she's so head over heels there's very little about him that she doesn't find adorable.

"Combination, huh?" She's teasing him. "Like perfume and shampoo, soap, that sorta thing?" And that's a serious question. She's trying to mix up the teasing with the serious so he doesn't get too uncomfortable. She really is curious about the whole scent thing.

It's a good point to have reached. She's not even entirely aware they've reached it though because she's focusing on everything else at the moment. However, she is aware that this is the first time they're really mentioned seduction in any form and that's definitely a mile marker for them.

"I figured, Time Lord. Had to pull out all the stops. Regular guy stuff wouldn't work."

And that's part teasing and part serious. She doesn't really expect anything to come of this 'seduction'. Not to mention it honestly wasn't something she planned or even considered beforehand. It just sort of...happened. Oh granted, wearing his clothes was a plan but that was more because they smelled like him then trying to get her smell all over them.

'Sort of like that, yeah.' On the whole she's doing a fairly good job of it. Normally asking questions is an effective way of distracting him from whatever events are in-progress, although the more serious one is kind of cancelling itself out, being both sciencey and directly related to him. 'Perfume and shampoo and soap and personal chemistry sorta thing.'

It was a very spur-of-the-moment comment on his part, which is probably a good sign given the mile-marker-ness. Get too planned about those sorts of things and you'll completely talk yourself out of it.

'Course it wouldn't. Quite special, me. Normal stuff definitely wouldn't work.'

Which is somewhat ridiculous considering he's currently standing in the kitchen in a blanket, but it's part playing back with her and part natural defense, assuming he's above such normal human things even if it isn't always the case and he's probably a better person for it.

She does try and she likes to think, at least, that she understands how he works. As long as she's canceling out and not piling on, she'll accept it.

"Should I wear less of it? Never thought 'bout it might be too much." She's not doubting herself or thinking this is a bad thing but she wants it to be...comfortable to be around her on a regular basis. If laying off the perfume will help, well she's more interested in what he thinks she smells like then she is anyone else.

Definitely a good sign and she thinks she likes this spur of the moment stuff. She could get used to it happening on occasion.

His playing back and natural defense gets a bit smile out of her. The tea is brewing for the moment and she'll let it do that while she watches him.

"Definitely wouldn't work. No interest in seein' me in lingerie at all, yeah?" Oh she's teasing him now. "Can't blame you. Blanket's awfully sexy."

He would have thought it was apparent from this reaction that she smells wonderful, although a decent part of it is less precisely the scents she uses and more how they interact with her personal chemistry and that chemistry in itself. He shakes his head. 'Don't. I mean-, no, you sm-, It's good, you smell good.' And... He'll leave it at that for now while he reaches an arm up to scratch the back of his head and work out precisely where that started getting out of his hands. He thinks right from when he started talking.

The occasionalness of it likely depends on how well all of this winds up playing out in the end. But that's an obvious sort of thing.

'I...' Lingerie and Rose. Needs a moment. 'H-Hadn't thought-, wellll, no I wouldn't say there's no...' Also still sort of working that out. He's already told her she wore the toga-blanket better than he did, and knows she's teasing, but she's created a train of thought that can't that easily be dismissed.

It is apparent. She's also still a bit concerned with the overwhelming portion of things. It probably did but the talking is good and really she did have a goal in this whole thing. She wanted to make sure she understood the scent thing. His confirmation that she smells good makes her smile.

"Won't change anything then."

Oh that was entirely her point. Rose Tyler can be conniving and she thinks this is a good point to introduce a thought or two that can't be easily dismissed. That one is convenient because he's seen her pictures. She grins and leans over to kiss his cheek.

"We'll stick with blankets for the mo'."

It's her way of saying 'think about it but no hurry'.

She says she won't change anything and he slowly grins a great big grin because that means she's only trying to get his attention. If he likes it, and she decides that's enough to keep doing whatever it is she's doing, it means it's for him, right? Sort of a warm-fuzzy thing he's not entirely used to happening.

'Thank you.'

Yeah those pictures really didn't help with the speed at which he was able to envision Rose in lingerie. At all. They are also not helping getting rid of the mental images now that he's got them. After the kiss, he glances over at her when she starts speaking. He's not convinced her toga-blanket is really going to be all that helpful now after having introduced such things to the conversation. Still a little bit red.

'I'm not sure how well that'll work now but thank you again. Least they've got to be warmer than that-... What you could be wearing.'

Consider it done.

Of course she's doing it just for him. Rose isn't going to eschew hygiene entirely but she does tailor the way she smells to his liking. Hopefully the warm fuzziness will become a bit more common. It's a good feeling to have.

"Welcome." Lots of grinning up at him as she says it.

Oh good. Her very slow, although not entirely, always intentional, seduction is working then. Yeah, the toga blanket probably doesn't hinder things much, particularly with the black bra strap showing.

"We decide I'm gonna be wearin' other things, I think we'll find other ways to keep me warm."

Oddly still not helping. Also no, the strap is in fact somewhat anti-hindering. He's mostly working on not noticing it, which, as a conscious action, is impressively difficult.

'I'm sure we can find you more blankets. Set aside a couple of my shirts. Not all of them, because I would oddly enough like to be able to wear the majority of my clothing. How is the tea coming along?'

Well it was meant to be comforting in some sort of way. Without a doubt it takes more effort to consciously not notice something then it does to unconsciously not notice it. Something to do with not being able to see anything except the thing you're not supposed to be noticing. And that doesn't help him at all.

"Doctor, I think blankets would defeat the purpose. Your shirts, however, might not. Also I promise, I'll stick to wearing one or two of your shirts from now on. Maybe a pair of pants."

She turns around pours the tea into mugs and then hands off a mug to him. She holds the sugar bowl up for him to add a great deal of sugar if he wants to it.

'I dunno, I'm warming quite well to the frontiersmen wandering around their camps at night, long-johns and being protected from the cold by their saddle blankets theme.' No idea where that came from. Random ramble. 'Or, you know, just, us. These blankets. You can go in and pick two out if you want. Whatever you'd like to borrow and then just continuously reborrow those things.'

He is ridiculously happy that the tea is ready and in mugs and that he can stop talking about this now. As to the sugar, he does avail himself somewhat well of it, but not to ludicrous amounts, then grins a thanks at her and looks down into his mug while he swirls it about.

Random ramble gets a giggle out of her. "Could get used to the blankets and us, I think." She's teasing him a little but it does have a whole comfy thing going on. She adds sugar to her tea, hands wrapping around the mug as she watches him.

"I'll go look when we finish tea, yeah." She ponders that a moment. "So's that mean you won't be wearin' 'em anymore? 'Cause that sorta loses the appeal. They become mine 'stead of yours and they don't smell like you anymore."

He looks back up at her when she says that. He hadn't considered why she was wearing his clothes; he'd just known she was doing it and that slowly the ones he was able to use had dwindled down to nil. 'Oh. Well. Okay.' He's got to think about that for a moment or two. 'Have you just been putting them back in my closet?' Because if they're going from him to her straight back to him then it's no wonder he was going crazy. But if she wears them and they have a proper wash between then and when he gets them back, it should be okay. He's hoping. Even though he'd still get to see her in them, which is great.

The tea is nice and warm and he holds it up close to his face, cupped in his blanket covered hands. Blows on it a little bit and then tilts it towards him to have a drink of it. Instantly warmer.

That makes her hesitate, brow furrowing before she nods a bit. "Yeah...didn't see any reason to wash 'em. I wasn't gettin' 'em dirty. I'll start washin' 'em before I put 'em back. Sorry 'bout that." Actually what she'll probably do is just start wearing the ones he's taken off then washing everything; an extra step before the laundry.

She takes a sip of her tea as well. Mostly to keep herself from apologizing again for making his entire wardrobe smell like her and driving him crazy even if there is a tiny bit of satisfaction that she has the ability to drive him crazy.

'No, actually that makes it easier. If you were, I'd apparently just need new clothes.' Which would be horrible. He'd have to go shopping. As it is he's only got the two suits and a handful of shirts. He only enjoys shopping under highly specific circumstances: If it's not for any real purpose, if it doesn't last long, and if it's with Rose among them. Also I doubt he remembers to do such normal things as laundry particularly often. Probably just wears his clothes until they're all dirty except what he's got on and then washes them all at once.

He balances his tea in one hand while reaching up to try and scratch at his face through the blanket, which as one can imagine doesn't work that well. Carefully continuing to balance it, he shakes the other arm around until he's got it out from under the blanket without revealing more than the shoulder and tries again, then holding the tea in a manner much less conducive toward spilling. 'Good tea. Works with the blankets. And here I'd always thought that was more hot cocoa's territory.'

"Yeah, this way's loads easier. Less expensive too." They can use their money for ridiculous things like thrift store purchases and hammocks in the living room. This way, she'll probably do most of his laundry for him along with hers.

She's trying not to stare at that one exposed shoulder. It's odd how something so innocent has such an effect just because she's not used to seeing it. His words pull her attention away and she hurriedly takes a sip of her tea, burning her tongue a bit. "Nothin' wrong with hot cocoa but you can't drink loads of it the way you can tea."

'Brilliant.' What excellent ideas. He will inadvertently get out of a household chore he forgets to do anyway, and then they can have more things like hammocks in the living room. And food for the Bad Storm. 'Not fond of shopping,' he mumbles into his tea, which isn't that hot to him. Hot enough to wait another couple of minutes, but it's still tasty.

It takes him a little while to notice because she's got an exposed shoulder that he's also trying not to stare at, and the easiest way he could think of was to just not meet her eyes. But he happened to have caught her eyeline and saw what she was doing and felt a little better about the whole thing. At least he's not the only one bent on looking at 'new' things. Her statement does make him a little incredulous. 'You can't drink hot cocoa like you can drink hot tea? Have you met small versions of your own species?' He's smiling though, still sipping at tea.

In other words, she spoils him ridiculously. "Yeah, sorta got that one." It's said in a teasing voice though. She doesn't expect him to be that fond of shopping. He takes her souvenir shopping when they're in a new place and that's good enough for her.

They can't even say they're behaving like high school kids, more like middle school kids. At least it's a mutual thing. Otherwise this would be awkward. She grins a bit at him and shakes her head. "All right then, once you get past the age of 'small' tea's better for that sorta thing." Because really, he's got a good point.

Basically, yeah. And he secretly loves being spoiled even when he doesn't know it's happening because it's a nice little thing to be given back. Sort of. Also there's just really, who doesn't love being spoiled every now and then by people they love? She sort of gets a mildly 'oh really now?' look mixed with vague apology in response to her comment, just because if it was enough that she noticed then it's likely there was some sort of annoyance he had been heretofore oblivious of. Or possibly something else entirely; it's just the look that he gives her.

Yeahhh, they're sort of oddly managing to regress without going backwards at all. It's odd. He smiles a little in victory, because being right. 'Probably. I still like a good cup of cocoa, although drinking too much tends to... Well, you've seen a sugar high. Tea's got caffeine in though, usually, so that does the same thing just for different reasons.'

Exactly. Besides, she sort of figures he's earned it after everything he's gone through in his very long life. She catches the bit of the apology and the 'oh really' etc and so on. In response she leans over and kisses his cheek. Clearly if it's annoyance, she's over it. If that was an apology, he's forgiven.

They're acclimating or something like that. She grins, almost a laugh. "Didn't mind the sugar high. Might be a bit much dressed in blankets though."

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/drowns your inbox at least for another half hour or so

IT IS OKAY I CAN HANDLE IT I CAN TAKE IT

In that case NO HOLDING BACK

AHHH

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I wish I had one of the other 'what' icons. the :o ones.

Oh it's a pain not having access to all your icons for whatever reason

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