Well if you can tear yourself away, I figured we could go sit in the living room.
[Skye had recently gotten one of the flat screen TVs at Stacy's, which did look a bit out of place with most of the decor in her house, but it was nice to actually own a TV.]
[Nodding her head in the direction of the living room, Skye grabs the drinks and heads over to the couch. The living room is pretty sparse, but she kind of likes it that way. Skye was never able to have clutter because she was always moving to different places. Once Clara is sitting down she hands over her drink.
In all honesty, Skye isn't sure what to say. Which is a rarity because she usually never shuts up.]
[Clara's apartment back home was filled with clutter. Photos, knick knacks, odds and ends from her hectic life and all of her travels, scattered on every shelf. She had stashed a few of them away on her TARDIS, things she knew her family wouldn't notice missing and wonder about, but she still misses the comfort of having her life spread out around her. As frequently as she travels, she's still a bit of a nester.
Taking the drink from Skye, Clara makes herself comfortable - or at least, politely comfortable. She leans back and crosses her legs at the knee, dress riding up to show more of her black tights. Taking a sip of her drink (and not even grimacing this time) she smiles over at Skye.]
At the risk of making this cheesy, you're really just as stunning as your cabinets.
[Eyes widening at the line Clara just gave her, Skye can't help but laugh in response.]
That was pretty cheesy.
[And yet again, it works. Somehow. Turning so she was facing Clara a bit more, Skye takes a sip of her drink before resting it against her lap, smiling sincerely at her.]
I'm glad you asked me to go out tonight. I needed this more than I'm probably willing to admit.
[Her voice is polite as usual, almost proper, but there's a growing heat behind it, in heavy-lidded eyes and the subtle angle of her body. Of course she'll sit here on the couch as long as Skye wants to, gladly sipping questionable liquor and enjoying the company, but her skin itches to see what comes next.]
Well, now you just ruined a perfectly good evening by bringing that up.
[Skye truly enjoys the stupid back and forth banter they can have, while both of them know just how stupid it is. Taking another sip of her drink, Skye's nose wrinkles up.]
That really is awful.
[Not that most of the alcohol here was that great. Leaning forward to place her glass on the table, Skye then sits up a bit straighter.]
I haven't really had the chance to show off what I've done with the rest of my place. You want a tour?
[Skye reaches out to grab hold of Clara's hand. There really isn't that much to show off, she's already seen the kitchen and living room. There are two bedrooms, but one of them has absolutely nothing in it. She does show her the bathroom though before leading her to the grand finale. Her heart is racing the entire time, because, well. It's been a while. Even more than a while since she's been with anyone but Miles.
She tries to act like this is not a big deal at all, and she does a pretty good job of being convincing. Hopefully. Once they're in the room Skye turns to face her.]
[Most of the time it's just easier for Skye to act on impulse. Like right now, when Clara asks her if she's still okay with where this is headed. Still holding onto her hand, Skye leans down in an attempt to kiss her.
She's so good with this, and she hopes Clara is too.]
[Clara is nothing but good with it, don't worry; the smile as their lips meet should be enough of an indication. With a self-satisfied hum, she lifts her free hand up to cup Skye's cheek, thumb tracing gently. Her lips are just barely parted, enough for a light tug.]
[Skye wants to believe she could pace herself, but she would be lying to herself if she hadn't been thinking about this for the past hour. Her head is spinning and while that's partially because of the alcohol, Skye decides to just stop thinking completely for now.
There's no need for her to shut the door, so instead Skye attempts to lead them back towards her bed all the while her lips never leaving Clara's. Hand cradling the side of her face, Skye tests the waters by trying to deepen the kiss.]
[No test needed, because the waters are plenty warm. She responds almost too eagerly for her own tastes (she's northern, for Christ's sake), immediately grasping for Skye's waist, stumbling forward blind.
Clara Oswald prides herself on excellence in a variety of fields. Sure, she's dreadful at cooking, and at driving... and at maths. But trivia? Short distance sprinting? Seducing a beautiful woman? Give her the gold! She is on top of this.
... At least until she trips over the boot she's attempting to casually toe off, and pins Skye to the bed with a bit more force than intended.]
[Skye is more than okay with Clara being on top of this, but the moment she trips, Skye has to stifle her laughter. She's actually relieved for the unintentional mess up, it breaks some of the tension that Skye is probably alone in feeling. This is the first time she's been with someone since being shot and she's suddenly feeling very self-conscious about Clara seeing the scars on her stomach.
The hours blend together making it feel like a lot of time has past but at the same time none at all. At one point the bottle of shitty vodka had made its way into the room as well, but up until now, it hasn't really been touched. Clara has to be the first person in a while who can make her giggle like an idiot like right now as she reaches for the bottle of vodka and Clara is trailing her lips across her shoulder.]
No wonder you don't drink coffee. Seriously, do you ever get tired?
[Bottle in hand, Skye moves back to lean against the headboard with a huge smile on her face.]
[It's murmured against Skye's skin, wet and tickling, followed by a soft kiss to the crook of her neck. Clara wriggles, settling on her side with a leg hooked over Skye's body and a finger trailing gently on her belly. She's tried to avoid the scars, so far, in respect for both physical and emotional discomfort; she figures it's the same reason Skye hasn't asked any questions about the ghastly state of Clara's own neck.]
You'll just have to tell me when you get tired. Maybe... a secret code word.
[Her grin is easy, and stupid, and she has to lean back in for another kiss beneath Skye's jaw.]
[Laughing at Clara's suggestion, Skye looks down at her with that smile still firmly planted on her lips.]
You mean a safe word?
[Skye had done her best to minimize the shock on her face when Clara took off her scarf, and she hopes Clara was okay with Skye going out of her way to avoid certain areas of her neck because the last thing she wants to do is make Clara uncomfortable. Skye had made a point to avoid eye contact with Clara as her shirt was taken off because she couldn't handle seeing what her initial reaction was. But it didn't take long for her to feel completely comfortable and she gives Clara all the credit for that. In fact, at this point, Skye definitely has a boost in confidence.
Taking a swig of the vodka, Skye makes a face as it makes its way down her throat.]
Yep. That's still terrible.
[Her body was still buzzing but at this point, it wasn't because of the alcohol. This is easily the most relaxed she's felt in months and Skye isn't in a hurry to have this night/morning end. Especially with Clara kissing her jaw like that. Sleep is inevitable, but Skye is doing her best to push it back for as long as she can. If Clara doesn't take the bottle from her, Skye will put it back on her night table.
Tracing her fingertips up and down Clara's arm, Skye can't help but close her eyes. Not because she's tired, but because she wants to be fully aware of just how good she feels in this moment. Not only physically but mentally. Skye knew she was tense, but she didn't realize just how bad it was until now when she feels like jello.]
I'm really glad I loaned you my jeans.
[It's a stupid joke but she figures she's in good company with that.]
I am, too. [A short pause.] They're in my bag, by the way. Out in your kitchen.
[It somehow seems like a terribly funny joke, in the moment. She'd intended to whip them out afterwards for a laugh, while they were putting their clothes back on, but right now that seems like an indefinitely future event. Clothes could honestly just fuck off forever, and she's not sure she'd mind.
... Except for her scarf. She's not quite sure she's ready for the rest of the world to see as much of her as Skye has.]
[It's enough of a terrible joke that it has Skye laughing, well, chuckling. She's too spent to full-on laugh right now, and she's okay with that. If Clara never wore clothes again, Skye would totally be okay with that. Nowhere near ready to break contact with her, Skye shifts a little so she can lay on her side and face Clara.
Eyes meeting Clara's, Skye smiles as she leans in to kiss her again. Not in as much of a rush now, she kisses her slowly as she trails her fingers up her side. Pulling away for a moment, Skye presses her forehead against Clara's as her fingers change course and start trailing up and down her back.]
I don't know about you, but I'm not in a rush to leave this room.
[As much as Skye would like to think she's gotten to know Clara, she's thrown for a loop yet again. She was about to go in for another kiss when Clara says that and it's enough to make her laugh yet again. Clara was good at making her laugh.]
Well, we can check one of those off the list.
[Check it off multiple times. Skye thinks maybe that her suggestion was a hint that she was hungry, which in all honesty, Skye is.]
Are you hungry?
[She doesn't want to get up, but Skye can be a good hostess when she has to be.]
[Ah. A bit awkward. Sooner or later, she's going to have to explain her complete lack of human needs to Skye, in a way that doesn't come off as a hyperbolic joke.]
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[Skye had recently gotten one of the flat screen TVs at Stacy's, which did look a bit out of place with most of the decor in her house, but it was nice to actually own a TV.]
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[There's a flirtatious edge to it, but she's nothing if not perpetually polite.]
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In all honesty, Skye isn't sure what to say. Which is a rarity because she usually never shuts up.]
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Taking the drink from Skye, Clara makes herself comfortable - or at least, politely comfortable. She leans back and crosses her legs at the knee, dress riding up to show more of her black tights. Taking a sip of her drink (and not even grimacing this time) she smiles over at Skye.]
At the risk of making this cheesy, you're really just as stunning as your cabinets.
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That was pretty cheesy.
[And yet again, it works. Somehow. Turning so she was facing Clara a bit more, Skye takes a sip of her drink before resting it against her lap, smiling sincerely at her.]
I'm glad you asked me to go out tonight. I needed this more than I'm probably willing to admit.
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[Her voice is polite as usual, almost proper, but there's a growing heat behind it, in heavy-lidded eyes and the subtle angle of her body. Of course she'll sit here on the couch as long as Skye wants to, gladly sipping questionable liquor and enjoying the company, but her skin itches to see what comes next.]
... Especially after I insulted coffee.
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[Skye truly enjoys the stupid back and forth banter they can have, while both of them know just how stupid it is. Taking another sip of her drink, Skye's nose wrinkles up.]
That really is awful.
[Not that most of the alcohol here was that great. Leaning forward to place her glass on the table, Skye then sits up a bit straighter.]
I haven't really had the chance to show off what I've done with the rest of my place. You want a tour?
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Got anymore cabinets you can show me?
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Maybe. But maybe I want you to myself.
[Because obviously, the cabinets are a huge distraction.]
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I've got no arguments.
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[Skye reaches out to grab hold of Clara's hand. There really isn't that much to show off, she's already seen the kitchen and living room. There are two bedrooms, but one of them has absolutely nothing in it. She does show her the bathroom though before leading her to the grand finale. Her heart is racing the entire time, because, well. It's been a while. Even more than a while since she's been with anyone but Miles.
She tries to act like this is not a big deal at all, and she does a pretty good job of being convincing. Hopefully. Once they're in the room Skye turns to face her.]
It's pretty basic, but it does the job.
[Of sleeping in it. Obviously.]
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[A mattress on the floor isn't super conducive to company, and neither is the big grey stick insect who skulks around.
Her smile softening, Clara turns to face Skye. She squeezes her hand, light and assuring.]
You still good with this?
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She's so good with this, and she hopes Clara is too.]
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There's no need for her to shut the door, so instead Skye attempts to lead them back towards her bed all the while her lips never leaving Clara's. Hand cradling the side of her face, Skye tests the waters by trying to deepen the kiss.]
i lied about fading to black, you can do it
Clara Oswald prides herself on excellence in a variety of fields. Sure, she's dreadful at cooking, and at driving... and at maths. But trivia? Short distance sprinting? Seducing a beautiful woman? Give her the gold! She is on top of this.
... At least until she trips over the boot she's attempting to casually toe off, and pins Skye to the bed with a bit more force than intended.]
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The hours blend together making it feel like a lot of time has past but at the same time none at all. At one point the bottle of shitty vodka had made its way into the room as well, but up until now, it hasn't really been touched. Clara has to be the first person in a while who can make her giggle like an idiot like right now as she reaches for the bottle of vodka and Clara is trailing her lips across her shoulder.]
No wonder you don't drink coffee. Seriously, do you ever get tired?
[Bottle in hand, Skye moves back to lean against the headboard with a huge smile on her face.]
Not that I'm complaining.
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[It's murmured against Skye's skin, wet and tickling, followed by a soft kiss to the crook of her neck. Clara wriggles, settling on her side with a leg hooked over Skye's body and a finger trailing gently on her belly. She's tried to avoid the scars, so far, in respect for both physical and emotional discomfort; she figures it's the same reason Skye hasn't asked any questions about the ghastly state of Clara's own neck.]
You'll just have to tell me when you get tired. Maybe... a secret code word.
[Her grin is easy, and stupid, and she has to lean back in for another kiss beneath Skye's jaw.]
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You mean a safe word?
[Skye had done her best to minimize the shock on her face when Clara took off her scarf, and she hopes Clara was okay with Skye going out of her way to avoid certain areas of her neck because the last thing she wants to do is make Clara uncomfortable. Skye had made a point to avoid eye contact with Clara as her shirt was taken off because she couldn't handle seeing what her initial reaction was. But it didn't take long for her to feel completely comfortable and she gives Clara all the credit for that. In fact, at this point, Skye definitely has a boost in confidence.
Taking a swig of the vodka, Skye makes a face as it makes its way down her throat.]
Yep. That's still terrible.
[Her body was still buzzing but at this point, it wasn't because of the alcohol. This is easily the most relaxed she's felt in months and Skye isn't in a hurry to have this night/morning end. Especially with Clara kissing her jaw like that. Sleep is inevitable, but Skye is doing her best to push it back for as long as she can. If Clara doesn't take the bottle from her, Skye will put it back on her night table.
Tracing her fingertips up and down Clara's arm, Skye can't help but close her eyes. Not because she's tired, but because she wants to be fully aware of just how good she feels in this moment. Not only physically but mentally. Skye knew she was tense, but she didn't realize just how bad it was until now when she feels like jello.]
I'm really glad I loaned you my jeans.
[It's a stupid joke but she figures she's in good company with that.]
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I am, too. [A short pause.] They're in my bag, by the way. Out in your kitchen.
[It somehow seems like a terribly funny joke, in the moment. She'd intended to whip them out afterwards for a laugh, while they were putting their clothes back on, but right now that seems like an indefinitely future event. Clothes could honestly just fuck off forever, and she's not sure she'd mind.
... Except for her scarf. She's not quite sure she's ready for the rest of the world to see as much of her as Skye has.]
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Eyes meeting Clara's, Skye smiles as she leans in to kiss her again. Not in as much of a rush now, she kisses her slowly as she trails her fingers up her side. Pulling away for a moment, Skye presses her forehead against Clara's as her fingers change course and start trailing up and down her back.]
I don't know about you, but I'm not in a rush to leave this room.
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[She slides her arm around back of Skye, trailing it down to the curve of her hip.]
Just eat in. [A soft kiss; their noses bump.] Eat out, every now and then.
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Well, we can check one of those off the list.
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Check it off multiple times. Skye thinks maybe that her suggestion was a hint that she was hungry, which in all honesty, Skye is.]Are you hungry?
[She doesn't want to get up, but Skye can be a good hostess when she has to be.]
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[Ah. A bit awkward. Sooner or later, she's going to have to explain her complete lack of human needs to Skye, in a way that doesn't come off as a hyperbolic joke.]
You?
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You sure? I'm not known for my culinary skills, but I can whip something up for us.
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