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Who: Clara Oswald & Erik Lehnsherr
When: late at night...sometime near the end of the month
Where: Erik's room
What: Two idiots having an actual conversation.
Warnings: Possible mentions of nudity and death, will update as needed.

[She isn't sure if he minds her staying the night, but it's nice to have someone there so she can get some decent sleep. The nightmares she's been having aren't easing up, and there's something about him that helps her feel safe when she wakes up in a panic. They're not anywhere near sleep just yet though, not after the rather intense activity they've just done. She's still sprawled out on her stomach, arm draped lazily over his stomach. Her fingers tiptoe along his skin and along his shoulder, up until she reaches the back of his neck. Stopping there, she tries to feel at the back of her own neck with her other hand. It's hard to do, especially with her hair all over.

With a hint of a sigh she turns her head to look over at where he's laying beside her, smiling fondly. The hand at his neck trails upward until she can work her fingers through his hair. A laugh follows as she makes some stand on end, and she waits until its fallen back down into place before attempting to speak.]

Can I ask you to do something for me? I've been putting something off when I really shouldn't have. And I may need your help to fix that.

[She doubts he'll refuse her, but she wants to make sure he doesn't mind taking a look at what she's worried about.]

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And?

[She laughs at the thought that that's supposed to be a big deal.]

The Doctor's thousands of years old. Robin Hood was at least twenty years older than I was when we met.

[yes, Robin Hood made her swoon. It was a thing.]

Fifty-three isn't anything, especially when you keep up as well as you do.

Robin Hood, hm?

[ He smirks as he rolls back over, slipping his arm around her waist and nuzzling her neck. ]

You like scoundrels and scofflaws. I'm just another in your long string of naughty conquests.

You have no idea.

[She smirks as she says it, because he really doesn't have any idea. Her hand presses against the back of his head as he nuzzles her neck, fingers rubbing against his scalp. Far be it from her to deter him when he wants to show her affection.]

I think you rank low on the list of scoundrels, though. You'll have to beat a proposal from a renegade intergalactic emperor to get any higher.

[She turns her head to brush her lips against his forehead.]

[ Erik winces when her fingers rub the scar on the back of his head. Damned Hank.

Her words make something stir in him. She brings out a darkness in him like nobody has since Emma. Whether or not that's a good thing isn't something he's willing to consider at the moment.

Instead he shifts to trace his fingertip over her delightful lips. ]

Would you like to hear some stories about what I've done?

[Her lips part and she lightly nips at his finger.]

I suppose it's about time you told me things you've done. Otherwise I might start to find things dull.

[That's a total lie, as is evidenced by the way her hand starts creeping its way down his chest and stomach. She's pretty sure there's no possible way she could ever find things with him to be dull, but there's no harm in teasing and goading him into telling her things he's done. They can share details of horrible things, though she suspects she's done far worse.]

[ His stomach tenses as her hand travels over his abdomen. He hums low as he considers where to start. ]

Well. While on the hunt for my mother's killer, I went to a bar in Argentina. I had reliable intel that it was frequented by former SS. So after I got the information I wanted, I slaughtered them. All of them. Single-handed and unarmed.

[It's not that she forgets how strong he is, it's that she doesn't really factor that into her attraction to him. But right now, it's a huge turn on. She hums to match him, fingernails slowly trailing their way further down.]

I don't see a problem with that.

[Killing nazis? Good. Avenging his mother? Good. Imagining him actually slaughtering the nazis? It puts a smile on her face.]

You'll have to try harder.

[ It was good that she didn't see a problem with it. He really didn't feel like having an argument right now. It was always somehow unbearably awkward when neither party were wearing pants. ]

I'm just getting started.

[ He grins as his fingertips trail up and down her side, following the curve of her body. ]

Another time, I faced down the combined might of the United States and Soviet navies, and single-handedly repelled a combined nuclear strike.

[ It would have been a better story if he had managed to turn the attack back on them, but explaining that would mean explaining exactly what had distracted him, which is something he is unwilling to do.

It would ruin the mood. ]

I was on a Soviet submarine once, for two weeks. Back in 1983, I believe.

[That had been a crazy time. But she had picked up a lot of lingo and skills having to go to retrieve the tardis the long way around. So she can't say it was all that bad. Her fingertips run up and down along his arm as she tenderly kisses him. Nothing about his stories is particularly romantic, but she can at least appreciate the fact he's showing off how powerful he is for her. ]

Have you ever thought about doing things that wouldn't put you in the line of danger, though?

[Pot, meet kettle.]

[ He smiles at the irony. And subtly flexes his bicep under her fingertips. ]

I used to make steel for that sort of thing. When I was laying low in Poland for a while after I dropped RFK Stadium on President Nixon.

[ The smile is fleeting. ]

That has never been an option.