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036. TEN places you've had sex and why.
I don’t know why I’m answering this. It’s rather embarrassing, you know. And I can’t find James approving of seeing this posted in my journal. But, well, it is the question of the week. And he really is the only man I’ve ever been in a relationship with that has involved having sex in rather, well, interesting places. So unless you want the stereotypical list of bedrooms, this will be my answer for the week. Well, here goes:
1. My bedroom in Milliways, of course. The one in Flat 007. That’s where we had sex for the first time, made love for the first time, where I wound up becoming pregnant. The bed seems rather empty whenever he isn’t there. We have also made total use of the rest of the flat. Waiting for something as menial as a bed really isn’t our idea of a pleasant time.
2. In the Milliways lake grounds, dead of winter, in the snow. I really have no reason to explain this one aside from the fact that we were out there talking. And then we started kissing and well, he is James Bond after all. I’ve never been very good at control in the first place either. We wound up with matching colds because of this. I honestly don’t ever recommend it.
3. His Aston Martin. We were out on our first proper date and wound up parking on a hill in South Croydon. His South Croydon, I should mention, not mine. I suppose I can say that once again our randiness got the better of us. And I never had made love in a car before. It was rather exciting.
4. James’ London flat – the living room. I ought to stop calling it his flat, now that we’re married but it’ll always be his to me. We’re still searching for our own place in London, one proper for raising a child. Anyway, that carpet in there is more comfortable than you’d believe. So is that kitchen table and of course, the bed.
5. My room in the TARDIS. He hadn’t seen it yet and I really wanted to show him the closest thing I had in Milliways to a proper home. I know the one the Doctor has there has undergone some redecoration in all those regenerations that have passed since his fourth, but it’s still home. And that room is still certainly mine. I don’t think I can ever bring him home to my flat in South Croydon. It had to do.
6. The beach home in Jamaica. Like every other home we’ve ever had to ourselves, it wasn’t just the bed. Make up sex on the wooden floor by the bed, however, was quite possibly more terrific than any other sex during that trip. Even if James’ arm wasn’t entirely healed at that point.
7. The beach in Jamaica. I know sand is coarse and gets everywhere, but there is only so long James and I can go for a walk on the beach without well, wanting other things. Especially if it’s night time and no one else is about. We hadn’t seen each other for a month and even with that row, we had a lot of time to make up for.
8. Airplane back to Heathrow. I’ve never been overly fond of flights and between that and morning sickness lasting far past the morning, I was in quite a state. James thought that he would cheer me up by making us members of that clichéd mile high club. I really did try my best to be quiet, but after we left the bathroom, we got some odd looks.
9. You know? This one, I’m not even going to tell you. It’s simply too embarrassing to even admit to it.
10. Canterbury Inn, London, our wedding night. After everyone left the flat from the reception, neither of us really did feel like cleaning up. James surprised me with weekend reservations at the hotel. With room service as an option, I don’t think we left their once. Well, except for Sunday morning when I went back to Milliways to confront the Doctor, but I’d rather not talk about that. Really? All I do want to say regarding this? Making love with your husband is more wonderful than anything else imaginable.
[ooc: based on Milliways continuity.]
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Muse: Sarah Jane Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
I don’t know why I’m answering this. It’s rather embarrassing, you know. And I can’t find James approving of seeing this posted in my journal. But, well, it is the question of the week. And he really is the only man I’ve ever been in a relationship with that has involved having sex in rather, well, interesting places. So unless you want the stereotypical list of bedrooms, this will be my answer for the week. Well, here goes:
1. My bedroom in Milliways, of course. The one in Flat 007. That’s where we had sex for the first time, made love for the first time, where I wound up becoming pregnant. The bed seems rather empty whenever he isn’t there. We have also made total use of the rest of the flat. Waiting for something as menial as a bed really isn’t our idea of a pleasant time.
2. In the Milliways lake grounds, dead of winter, in the snow. I really have no reason to explain this one aside from the fact that we were out there talking. And then we started kissing and well, he is James Bond after all. I’ve never been very good at control in the first place either. We wound up with matching colds because of this. I honestly don’t ever recommend it.
3. His Aston Martin. We were out on our first proper date and wound up parking on a hill in South Croydon. His South Croydon, I should mention, not mine. I suppose I can say that once again our randiness got the better of us. And I never had made love in a car before. It was rather exciting.
4. James’ London flat – the living room. I ought to stop calling it his flat, now that we’re married but it’ll always be his to me. We’re still searching for our own place in London, one proper for raising a child. Anyway, that carpet in there is more comfortable than you’d believe. So is that kitchen table and of course, the bed.
5. My room in the TARDIS. He hadn’t seen it yet and I really wanted to show him the closest thing I had in Milliways to a proper home. I know the one the Doctor has there has undergone some redecoration in all those regenerations that have passed since his fourth, but it’s still home. And that room is still certainly mine. I don’t think I can ever bring him home to my flat in South Croydon. It had to do.
6. The beach home in Jamaica. Like every other home we’ve ever had to ourselves, it wasn’t just the bed. Make up sex on the wooden floor by the bed, however, was quite possibly more terrific than any other sex during that trip. Even if James’ arm wasn’t entirely healed at that point.
7. The beach in Jamaica. I know sand is coarse and gets everywhere, but there is only so long James and I can go for a walk on the beach without well, wanting other things. Especially if it’s night time and no one else is about. We hadn’t seen each other for a month and even with that row, we had a lot of time to make up for.
8. Airplane back to Heathrow. I’ve never been overly fond of flights and between that and morning sickness lasting far past the morning, I was in quite a state. James thought that he would cheer me up by making us members of that clichéd mile high club. I really did try my best to be quiet, but after we left the bathroom, we got some odd looks.
9. You know? This one, I’m not even going to tell you. It’s simply too embarrassing to even admit to it.
10. Canterbury Inn, London, our wedding night. After everyone left the flat from the reception, neither of us really did feel like cleaning up. James surprised me with weekend reservations at the hotel. With room service as an option, I don’t think we left their once. Well, except for Sunday morning when I went back to Milliways to confront the Doctor, but I’d rather not talk about that. Really? All I do want to say regarding this? Making love with your husband is more wonderful than anything else imaginable.
[ooc: based on Milliways continuity.]
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Muse: Sarah Jane Smith
Fandom: Doctor Who
