“I think I have a stalker. What am I supposed to do now?”
”My birthday is four days after. I know it’s selfish, but- everyone just forgets it, or brushes it off, you know?”
” Uh, that does suck. And the ones who remembers tries to combine the two, right? One present for two celebrations? Not cool.”
”No, no — It’s not Christmas that I don’t like. Trust me.”
”What is it, then?”
Simon nodded, feeling the little box again. He decided now was as good as any time, so he pulled the box out as he pulled his pants on. “And you said you had pizza, so I can go prepare that while you pull everything on.”
"That would be perfect." She said as she watched him get up and pulled himself together. "You’re the best, thanks." After he left, she lazily left her warm, cosy bed and fumbled for her things. Once was fully dressed, she glanced one last time at her mirror then left the room to meet Simon in the kitchen.
Shaking her head slightly, the brunette let out a soft laugh. Different face, same man. Every single time. "So what brings you around? Or wait, is this your first time here at UNIT?"
A laugh escaped him as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “No, no. I’ve been here before, tons of times. I was hoping to find the Brigadier.”
"Oh." Juliet said, unsure what to say. "I’m assuming you mean, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart." She had heard of the man of course, the Brigadier was a UNIT legend afterall "Well, you’re uh… It’s the wrong time…. zone… line. Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart no longer works for the UNIT but is contacted when his consultations are required. From time to time."
The word she used to describe was pretty much exactly what he was. He loved to tease, he loved to be the reason why someone moaned as he heard her moans and felt her body move against his he knew there was nobody he could ever hear moan that would top her. Nobody could ever top her.
And that scared Seth.
His smirk became crooked and he tilted his head, “Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate something but all he was doing was trying to imagine how amazing her tongue would feel against his neck; after a pause he spoke again, “well, I’m the one who’s on top so I go first,” he bit down on his lip and smiled a teethy smile before shifting.
He bit her neck, not hard enough to give her a hickey (considering he knew that wouldn’t look good at work) but enough. Then his fingers ran up the side of her torso, over her bra and then over her breast. He squeezed her gently and then pressed his palm against her before sliding his hand down to over her trousers.
Fingers met her button, then undid it. Fingers met her zip, then pulled it down.
"I want this to be right," She wasn’t just some random one night stand, by now they’d already be naked if she was-she was Juliet and he couldn’t get that thought out of his head.
A word a little too relative for Juliet’s taste. Right. She couldn’t even imagine her mother’s -or friends- face when- if she ever her of what she was doing at the moment. Her mother was hardly every approving of her boyfriends - let alone one night stands. Then again, she was merely sixteen at the time so who could really blame her?
And Juliet certainly wasn’t the type to have one night stands. She did have nights that she wasn’t most proud of herself but still…
But this… Being there with Seth, even though she couldn’t quite name what they were or what any of this meant she could feel in hear heart that it was in fact right.
“Right.” She breathed with a smirk on her face and in the blink of the eye her pants were gone - thank god - and her hands went for his. Awkwardly trying to unbutton it, she looked down to see what she was doing. “Uh,” The buttons -just her luck- seemed to didn’t want to work with her. “Little help here.”
The blonde smiled brightly, trying to give off a positive demeanor. She wasn’t great at it, but she hoped it would come off as such. “Hi, um, I was wondering if you had… Ugh… Directions. And maybe tell me where I am…?”
This wasn’t an unlikely question, truth to be told. However, Juliet couldn’t help but stare at the peculiar girl at her doorstep for a moment longer. “Uh…” New York was a big city after all, people often asked for directions. Right? “Sure. Of course.” She nodded, offering the stranger a friendly smile. “You’re in lower east side. Where were you headed? Perhaps I could help you?”
Juliet had been running… like always. Well that is what most homeless orphans did. And there was the fact she was out of her time period thanks to this Doctor fellow in his blue box. Abandon her? Yup. So she ran into a little… trouble. Things had changed since 1870. 2013 versus 1870 was very very strange. She hadn’t gotten in trouble, but she needed food and a place to stay for one night. The small girl knocked on the door and looked up at the woman.
"My name is Juliet André. I could give you a whole list of why I am here but let’s cut to the chase. I’m homeless, I’m really hungry and I smell food. Please?" she said and crossed her arms. She hated playing the needy card so she was straight forward. She had a small french accent and stood straight like a ballerina. "Please" she repeated
She stared at the young girl for a moment longer before she slided slowly, making way for her to enter. This girl, this complete stranger could easily be lying to her, could easily knock her over and do whatever the hell she wanted to do with her or her possesions however there was something to it that Juliet couldn’t quite put her finger on that made her want to help. Well, at least offer food.
"Sure, come in." She mumbled before closing the door behind them. Juliet couldn’t say she was sympathetic; she - thakns to her wonderful parents- always had a roof to go under and people to take care of her. She didn’t have the fantiest clue what sort of crappy life the girl head. However, determined to figure it out she offered her a smile and said, "Lovely to meet you, uh Juliet. I’m also Juliet. Grace. Juliet Grace. What are the odds huh?"
Once their gaze locked Seth was glad that his heart didn’t beat, he was sure that would have sent him into cardiac arrest. She was so beautiful to him and the fact that she felt the same way toward him was just like living a dream.
Her answer made him nod slowly and all in a flash they were on her bed and he was on top of her. Seth, being already shirtless, focused on taking her top off. His fingers gently touched the skin just beneath the hem of the shirt and has one had slid up her waist the other pulled it upwards between his fingers. Tugging it up and over her head he threw it behind him-hoping she wouldn’t mind.
His tongue met just beneath the top of her trousers and went upwards, over her belly button, up the center of her torso, over the center of her bra and past her cleavage. He bit gently on the top of her breast and squeezed her waist as gently as he manage. Once done there, his tongue flicked up her neck and beneath her chin; with a cocky smile at her to show for it.
“Seth. I want this, I want you. I-” Her words words broke into a long, needy moan and Seth obviously didn’t need any more convincing so she pushed her hips up, grinding against him. Her moan soon turned into impatient whimpers with the desperate heat low in his belly as his cool lips slowly caressed her skin.
She moved her hands down and grabbed him by the neck, then with a swift move she forced him to look up at her. “Tease.” She purred, with a grin matching his.
To be fair, she did quite enjoy his touch on her skin and the fact that he was taking his time with her but with his tounge all over her body it was impossible to not get patient. If the foreplay was this good, she couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have him inside her. The thought itself alone was enough to send shivers down her spine.
"I’d like to get my turn too, you know." She whisper, unable to tear her eyes from his.