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[Milliways] OOM: Flat 007

It's nearly midnight according to the clock in their room. It's nearly midnight and that means that, at least in Milliways, it is nearly James' birthday. And after the week they've had, there's nothing in the universe that can stop Sarah Jane from celebrating this day.

She had kicked him out of the room a couple of hours ago, claiming that packing can be finished in the morning and that she needed time to rest. Truth is though, she's been busy decorating their room with brightly coloured streamers Bar provided, blue and silver and yellow. There are a few balloons scattered around, and a small cake on the desk next to a wrapped package and a card.

Sarah takes a moment to check her appearance in the mirror, smiling at her choice of dress (short, flattering, and blue) and her done up hair and make up. Nothing can hide the fading marks or gauze on her face, but that's okay.

Tonight's not about remembering the past, but celebrating the future.

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Is she cold?

Well, if she is, James shows no consideration for it as he guides the straps of the dress off her shoulders and arms--and subsequently the entire dress off her body.

After the dress falls in a pool around her legs, Sarah Jane takes a step back so he can better appreciate what she's wearing underneath.

It's red and tight fitting and leaves little to the imagination. There are laces in the rather narrow triangle of fabric reaching from bra to panties, and little less but strings holding it up in the back.

There's a rosy blush on her cheeks as she looks away from him, clearly not the sort of woman to normally where such a silk and lace teddy. But it's his birthday in a way, not to mention the fact that she wants to see some sort of reminder in his eyes that she's still beautiful, despite the rope burns and bruises and cut.

James grins appreciatively at her. It's perfect. It's exactly the kind of lingerie that screams "take me off now" in the good way. He barely even notices her bruises, burns and cuts.

Perhaps that's so because a few seconds after appreciating his new gift, James is on her again, kissing her fiercely.

The kiss is enough to push all embaressments and worries aside and suddenly she's pleased with her choice. Pleased that she can make him, James Bond, react like this.

It's still a thrill, even as they fall back into the familiar rythm of tongues teasing and lips attacking and hands groping.

His love for her might have worked in her favor. Might have; he doesn't just like Sarah for her personality.

Meanwhile--as lovely as that lingerie was, really, it has got to go. And he starts making good on removing it.

"James," she purrs, sighing against him. "Mmm--" kiss "--you have much---" kiss "--too much clothing--" kiss "--on."

As much as she loves him undressing her like this, in her opinion its himself he needs to be working on undressing right now, not her. But Sarah Jane is in no state to protest, eyes closes as she enjoys the sensations of his kiss and his hands instead.

James removes the last vestiges of clothes from her body, then guides her hands up to the first button on his shirt.

She obeys without the slightlest hesitation, nimbly unbuttoning his shirt with a trail of kisses following downwards. When the last button is undone, she pulls the tails of his shirt out from where they had been tucked in to his pants and smiles.

It's only seconds later until Sarah has his pants undone too, and pushed down to his ankles with his underpants. She contemplates the sight in front of her for a few seconds before grinning wickedly, standing, and walking over to the cake.

Oh, come on now.

"Sarah..." he says almost impatiently, stepping out of his pants to follow her. "Now is not the time for cake."

"Yes it is," Sarah says with a giggle. She beams at him before dipping her finger into the frosting to gather as much of it as possible.

Then, giggling again, she crosses the short distance to him and kneels, rubbing the frosting-lathered hand around his crotch. Sarah Jane pulls back to quickly check to make sure she's done a decent job covering with the frosting before she closes her eyes and begins to kiss and lick it all off.

Ooookay maybe it is time for cake. He holds his breath initially, then lets it out in a serious of rough, heavy exhales. He places a hand on Sarah Jane's shoulder, holding both of them in place.

She's too busy working her mouth around him to notice much of anything else. Her hands go to his backside to grope and pinch at, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible.

It's his birthday. For tonight alone, Sarah lets this be about James rather than any sort of sharing of mutual needs in their lovemaking.

Which James appreciates, rather a lot right now. The hand that's not on her shoulder goes to the back of her head, tightening around clumps of hair. She is rather good at this.

She's had the practice from a rather terrific teacher.

The last of the frosting has almost been cleaned up. Sarah winces slightly when his hand tightens too much around her hair; the bruise from earlier in the week is still sensitive. But she doesn't let it get to her and continues with the sucking and kissing and licking.

He's noticed she's taken his lessons into account. Oh, how he's noticed, to the point where words that aren't her name are foreign to him now. Eventually her well-trained methods push him over the edge and he gives in.

This time there's no coughing or sputtering and she swallows quickly, shivering at the screams of her name and how his body moves around her mouth.

When all is said and done, she stands and captures his lips with her own to kiss him thoroughly. Then, "Maybe it was time for cake after all."

"Mmmm," is all that he says.

"Mmhmm," she murmurs back, resting her forehead against his. "I hope you liked your birthday gifts."

"I did."

Well, except for that action figure, but he'll deal with that later.

She likes that action figure! It's a rather adorable miniature version of him, if you ask Sarah.

"Did you now?"

Well, then, she can take it with her when she's traveling with the Doctor!

"Mmmhmm." Then: "Except that action figure."

But it's his!

"You're keeping that action figure if you ever want anything like this again," she teases gently, then kisses his nose. "It's a reminder, remember?"

"You couldn't give me an action figure of yourself? I'm sure bar'd make you one if you asked."

"It wouldn't have ellicited the same reaction," Sarah answers with a giggle. "Anyway, I'd rather not have to see one of myself. Oh, that would be strange."

James just Looks at her.

...yeah.

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