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All the Whos down in Whoville...

Who: All the Whoniverse folks, and their plus ones
What: Eight is a bit Christmas crazy, and is inflicting it on his "family".
When: Day 378
Where: Thor 104 (Who House 2)
Rating: PG

A week before, everyone in the Doctors' makeshift "family" is sent a simple message:

Come to Thor 104 in one week's time for a Christmas get-together.
Bring a friend if you like.
No, this is not optional. Don't make me come get you.

When they arrive, they're greeted by a festively decorated house, twinkling lights and all, still covered in snow from the day before. The door is, as usual, unlocked so that everyone can filter in as they please. Once inside, the house is full of the sights, sounds, and scents of a huge family holiday gathering. A fire in the fireplace makes the house warm and cozy, and a decorated tree holds pride of place.

Grab a glass of cider or mulled wine, wander the house, find a conversation to jump into, or get some fresh air in the back garden.

But beware, Eight has been quite liberal with his use of mistletoe. Chances are you'll find yourself under some at some point in the night.

(ooc: Prose or action bracket thingies, whichever is fine.)

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"Aye, they probably are," he says absently. If it comes across as sounding a little distracted, it's because he is. Having Clara so close is proving to be a much nicer diversion than any of the Doctors could be, and he's finding he doesn't want to talk much about them right now either. As she takes the crown off, he lifts a hand to smooth back a lock of her hair. Whether or not it's actually out of place doesn't matter much to him as much as being as the touch does, and for a second it seems like he's going to be content doing just that.

That is, until she brings up the mistletoe. Something about that niggles at the back of his head briefly, and his brow furrows a bit as he tries to sort out what it was about that he'd wanted to remember. But then another one of those chance glances brings into view something that clears the whole thing up, and he focuses on her face again, the corners of his mouth starting to turn upward.

"Funny ye should mention that."

With a tiny little grin, he lets his hand slip away from her hair and down to her shoulder, tapping there a couple of times before pointing up to where a clump of mistletoe is hanging from the ceiling. Even from underneath, the placement is a bit crooked, not at all like the much neater setup of any of the clumps that'd they'd come across earlier in the evening. His displacement plan might not have worked out quite as well as he would've liked, but there'd been a few clumps he'd managed to spirit away and place elsewhere. That, it seems, was one of them.

"I...ah, might have put one up here earlier. Before ye came up here, mind," he added hurriedly. "Don't remember why I'd thought here would be a good place for it, but...well. It seems like it's handy its here now, would ye not say?"

Her eyes look upward as he taps at her shoulder, but she doesn't see anything but his chin. So she turns her head and tips it as he points, and it's then that she catches sight of the mistletoe he was messing with earlier in the evening.

"Admit it, Jamie. You were hoping to steal me away to this exact location for a bit of privacy," she teases in deadpan, turning so she's sitting in a straddling position that allows her to face him. It also allows her better range to tip her head back and admire his hanging work, and she grins at knowing how much work he put into scattering the mistletoe about.

"Go on," a laugh spills out of her, and she leans forward enough to bump the tip of her nose against his.

"Admit it!"

There's giggling, and her nose nuzzling up against his, before she brushes her lips across his. There's no checking to make sure no one is watching this time. She really doesn't care who might be lurking about, not that she actually thinks anyone is. For the moment, her usual caution is abandoned.

As she shifts, he quite obligingly shifts as well, taking hold of the blanket so they don't lose it completely and wrapping it and his arms around her back to give her that little extra support so she doesn't overbalance herself as she looks up at the ceiling. It doesn't stop him from making a small face at her when she starts to tease him about it.

"Hey, I was not."

It's a weak protest, though, and not at all helped by the smile that inadvertently pops up on his face when she bumps noses with him. Or the brush of her lips against his either, because that makes it decidedly difficult to focus on small things like protesting. But he does manage to pull back just long enough so she can have that admission she's wanting, because all protests aside, she's managed to hit on at least part of the truth.

"I was hoping to steal ye away to that closet down the hall instead. I put some of the mistletoe in there too."

The closet in question gets a brief nod in its general direction before he looks back at her with an unrepentant grin. He can't really say as he's sorry for doing that, even if it winds up going unused. However, he finds he's not very sorry for where they are now, either, and he brushes his nose against hers.

"I like this just fine, though."

He doesn't bother to check either, not at all worried by the idea of anyone happening to come across them. Not when there's mistletoe about and more important things to do with it, like leaning back in so he can give her a more proper kiss this time.

"A closet, Jamie? Really? That's so...cliche."

It slips from her mouth the second after his kiss, and she leans back to look up at him like he's horrible. But the look in her eye betrays the pout to her mouth, and if he's at all worried about what she actually thinks of his original idea it probably all goes out the window as she wraps her arms up around his neck and brings her hands up to idly play with his hair.

"Right here is much better," her mouth twists upwards into a grin, one she almost feels the need to bite back. She only allows her teeth to graze her lip briefly, though, and that smile takes over her face. It's far from innocent looking, however, and the way her eyebrows arch doesn't help things look any less ridiculous. She's enjoying toying with him in the semi-privacy that the staircase has to offer.

"Good pre-emptive thinking. I like that in a man."

For all the looks she's just given him, the kiss she gives him is perfectly chaste. That lasts for a total of three seconds before she allows it to melt into something more thorough.

While he opens his mouth again, all set to protest the idea of her trying to make it seem like he's terrible for even thinking of the notion in the first place, her fingers threading through his hair stops him before he can even get started. All that comes out is a slightly pleased sounding 'Mm.', followed by a faint arch of his eyebrows at that look on her face. Good pre-emptive thinking, is it?

However, any comment he has on that will have to wait, as her kiss leaves him with a warmth inside that's entirely different from the slight buzz that's still lingering from earlier. The idea of returning it is much more appealing to him right about now, and given that they're both in that slightly out of the way place and they have a blanket covering them, he has no compunction about deepening it - or from stopping his hands from sliding slowly up her back at the same time.

Once he actually remembers he needs to breathe, though, he reluctantly pulls back again, although he still doesn't stop the caress, letting his fingers trace light patterns over the fabric of her dress even as a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.

"Do ye now? And what else would ye consider to be part of that sort of thinking, then?"

"Sorry?"

She's entirely dazed, and isn't entirely paying attention to the words that are coming out of his mouth. Not when he's just kissed her like that, and his hands are still on her, and she's very comfortable in his lap. It takes her brain a few seconds to catch up, and when it finally does her cheeks turn red and she has to laugh. He'd reduced her to a puddle of jelly for a few moments.

"Suppose what else I might consider to be a part of that sort of thinking might have everything to do with what else you have planned," she finally responds, her tone a near sing-song.

Even if he doesn't have anything else planned, just this is perfect. She feels more comfortable with him right now than she has ever in quite some time, and that's amazing enough all on its own.

That hint of a smile stretches into a grin at that. Apparently he's managed to have quite an effect on her, if she's gotten distracted enough to not immediately pick up on his bantering, and there's a part of him that's entirely pleased by the notion.

"Oh, aye, I see. Well, I don't know if you'd call it a plan as such..."

Caressing her like that isn't something he'd really planned, but she's having an effect on him as well, one that has one hand slowly slipping around her side to her waist, his fingers stretching out a little further forward and then drawing back. Maybe he can't entirely help it. He's always been a tactile sort of person, and having her here and so comfortable with him is proving to be more of a temptation than he can resist. So he leans forward again, brushing his nose against her cheek and his lips against her jaw for a moment before finishing his thought.

"But I might have one or two more ideas in mind."

There's a sharp gasp as his hand touches at her waist, thanks to a shiver that starts in her spine and works its way down to her toes. She's always known Jamie was tactile and from the time she's met him they've always held hands or hugged, but this is different. Like their first kiss not all that long ago, the intent behind the touching is entirely different and new. She's not used to it yet, but she does like it, so she moves her hip so his hand is pressed more firmly against her, and rubs fingertips up and down his arm.

And then he actually manages to get out more words, and she bites at her lip to try and keep in a soft little mm.

"Ideas we ought to not be doing in a house that isn't ours, on stairs where anyone can see?" It's taken a lot of effort to get those words out, and they sound strained and clipped.

His hand flattens out for a moment as her hip presses into it, but doesn't stay still for long before shifting down ever so slightly and along the curve of her hip in a slow motion that wouldn't be seen under the blanket, but certainly could be felt - much in the same way as he can feel her fingertips against his arm, even through the sleeve of his shirt. That touch sends slight shivers against his skin, and as he draws the hand on her hip back up his fingers curl in the tiniest amount, turning it from a light touch into something a little more noticeable.

Words prove to be slightly more difficult to come by for a few seconds, as he has stop himself from giving into the urge to simply go back to kissing where he had been a moment ago. When he does manage it that time, there's a hint of strain in his voice as well.

"Aye, those might be those sorts of ideas. If they're the sort you'd be interested in, that is."

It hadn't been so long since they'd first kissed, after all, so maybe it wasn't something she'd want to do yet - or do at all, for all he knew. If that was the case, he'd stop, because he wasn't about to do something she wasn't interested in. Lifting his head, he tilted it so he could look at her more directly, a slightly questioning look in his eyes.

"Would they be?"

She freezes up a little, body going tense under his touch as she realizes this is actually happening. She's actually sitting on his lap in the middle of their family's holiday gathering, and she's having to use all her restraint to not grind her backside against him. This isn't how she acts, she doesn't get guys who are interested in her, not like this. She gets boys at university who say they'll call her back and never do and a Doctor who's oblivious to everything but himself. And yet, Jamie is a man that's very interested in her, very interested in touching her, and knowing that is enough to make her cheeks flush scarlet.

"Definitely interested."

She hasn't broken eye contact with him yet, but does fidget a little, fingers curling into the fabric at the bottom of his sweater. The gestures appear to be almost nervous, but she smiles warmly, nodding her consent at his idea.

"This is usually the part where I say down boy and start with the mocking, but I think for you I'll make an exception."

When he feels her tense, he stills the motion of his hand, resting it on her waist as he purses his lips ever so slightly and waits to see what she says. For all that he's not about to push her to do something she doesn't want to do, he also doesn't want to upset her by bringing up something that makes her uncomfortable, and that freezing is something that makes him wonder for a moment if he's managed somehow to do just that.

But then she smiles, and even though a part of him notes the fidgeting, he winds up smiling broadly back, another part of him relieved that she is interested. And a third part of him is maybe a little tempted - a lot tempted - to go right back to what he was doing before. However, he thinks maybe that can wait for a few more minutes, at least as long as it takes them to go to some place that's not the middle of their family's holiday gathering.

"Aye, well, in that case I suppose I'll have to not tease ye a bit about that down boy part in return." There's a flicker of a grin, and then he leans in to kiss her for a moment before pulling back to look at her quite seriously. "Look, why don't we go back home, then? I'd very much like it if I could be somewhere with ye where it's just the two of us for awhile."

"Sounds perfect," she murmurs in response, her mouth in close to his ear. Her cheek is pressed against his for a few moments, and she takes in a shaky breath of air. It's ever so reluctantly that she moves off his lap to stand, but it's only a matter of seconds before she takes his hand in hers and tugs so he'll climb to his feet as well.

"Let's just slip out, everyone's so occupied with one another they'll never miss us."

Giggling in amusement at the idea, she waits until he's standing to dip in close and kiss him quickly one last time, before keeping hold of his hand and carefully but quickly heading down the stairs and toward the door.

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