by DarkSea on Thu Apr 02, 2009 1:54 am
The bubbles of the hot-tub brushed her skin, tickling her as she sat against the jets. With her right pointer finger, she gently traced lines accross Richard's bare chest. She had her head laid on it's left side, on his shoulder, as she stared up at him; boring her sea-blue eyes into his. He was wearing a pair of red trunks, and she was wearing a very revealing bikini. Slowly she closed her eyes- and moved her head up to place her lips on his.
--- Natalie smiled as the sun seeped into the room, stopping to rest on her cheek, warming her up. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then her lids finally, and gracefully, slid open. Smiling even wider as she stared at the window, she sat up and looked over her shoulder, at where Rich lay. "Morning Richie" She whispered softly to him, as she traced her finger along his cheek. It had all been a dream, the hot-tub, that night, it had been a dream. But this wasn't. The whole summer- just for her and Richard. Or so she had hoped. As it turned out, though, she had to spend this time with others as well. Still, this news didn't bother her much. She would make them leave her and Rich alone when and if she wanted to be alone, for she was very good at convincing people to leave. Not in a bad way either, just, pursuasive.
Stretching her arms out, in full contentment, Natalie groaned and shook Richard's shoulders. "Wake up!" She told him in mock irritation. But all she got in reply was a half-snore, before he turned over on his side, facing his back to her. Natalie frowned, but decided to let him sleep.
Stretching one more time, she slid her feet over the edge of the bed, dreading the cold floor. Getting up she stretched one more time, she was wearing a super-short and semi-see-through deep purple nightgown or slip. Heading over to the bathroom she pulled off her gown and replaced it with a pair of faded-blue jeans and a white tank-top. Her feet made no noise as she walked, for she weighed so little that her presence was as un-noticible as a feather. Yet she wasn't anorexic- oh no. So she danced back over to Rich and pulled the sheets up to cover him more, then she grabbed her cell phone and headed out to the living room and plopped down on the couch, situating herself so her legs hung off the head-rest, and her head hung off the seat of the couch. She flipped her cell phone open and dialed her best friend, then placed the phone to her ear. Her hair tumbled down to the floor, in a glossy, blonde, mess. She ignored all others in the room. She was a bit rude in that way, but she didn't feel comfortable around them, so tuning them out was the only way to go, she figured.
"For the first nineteen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. Not ever. And then I met a man called The Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end." -Rose Tyler