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[Working on the tube? Bloody Hell.]

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[scots_fuzz]

[Must be a fairly engrossing workload; did Emma notice the lanky beanpole in jeans, well-worn trainers and a dark brown corduroy sportcoat plop next to her at the last tube stop with a newspaper crossword in hand?

Well if she didn't, she might notice him now.]

I thenk ye misspelled 'communication' in tha' third paragraph. There's two 'm's, no' three.

[lead_pencilskirt]

[Oh yes--rewriting the policy on..erh, what was it? Oh yeah! 'The Do's and Don'ts of Properly Displaying your Torchwood ID' is positively titillating.

Which is why you'll have to excuse her sharp intake of breath as she turns to her magically appearing tube-companion.

And then smirks as she peeks over at his smudged crossword puzzle.]

Yeah, and m' pretty sure 'Macbeth' is the most produced play, not 'Othello'.

[scots_fuzz]

[He starts to chuckle at her first reaction, but her own observation triggers the Scot to falter and look at his apparent mistake.]

It is? [Eyebrow raise.] Well. Er. Huh. I s'pose 'catatonic' makes more sense than wha' I've got crossin' that clue then. Thanks, love. [He pecks her on the cheek.

...And then goes to correct his mistake. Damn coppers always having a pen handy...] So er, got plans tonight?

[lead_pencilskirt]

[She turns back down to the pages balanced on her knee, the faintest of smirks still tugging at the corners of her mouth. She says nothing, just clicks her pen a few times and tilts her cheek in his direction when she senses his incoming smooch.] You ask that to all the girls you sit next to?

[A few more quick notes are jotted down before the pages are quickly stowed away in her bag.] No, nothing yet. Got something in mind?

[scots_fuzz]

Jus' th' ones tha' can correct m' crosswords at a glance. [He smirks.

And he'll just be stretching an arm to rest behind her on the back of the tube seat, nice and casual.] Dunno, quiet night in, takeaway an' a movie at your flat? [Or anything else that might come up.]

*sniff sniff* do you smell that?

[lead_pencilskirt]

Well in that case... [That hand you feel on your leg is purely for stability, Liam. Honest. She just needs your assistance momentarily so she can lean in a bit closer--well, close enough that the curves of lips and tips of noses are barely brushing each other.]

'Minnesota' is spelt with two n's an' one t--not the other way 'round. [And what little distance remains is completely gone as she carefully presses her lips to the Scot's, perhaps lingering just a bit longer than necessary.] An' that plan sounds perfect.

[Think that chavy bloke that was trying to chat her up two stops back is feeling a bit miffed right about now...]

*sniff* Smell whaaat? *eyebrow*

[scots_fuzz]

[Oh surely it is, and he's more than happy to, tube rides are always s--ohh hello soft lips against his... The Scot hums and, possibly a tad desperately, follows her lips as she stops their contact.]

Was wonderin' why tha' didnae look right. [And he immediately returns the kiss with one of his own.] S'what d'ye feel like havin'?

[Probably. See what happens when you apply yourself and become a productive member of society, mate? Yeah, you get the girl...]

That lemony-fresh scent coming from my muse!

[lead_pencilskirt]

[People are quite possibly starting to stare. But she could care less. She's seen couples snog on the tube dozens of times--or worse!

Once they part, one hand reaches up to swipe along the Scot's bottom lip--that shade of lip gloss really isn't your color, mate.] I dunno... M' suddenly in the mood for sweets...

[Oh no, he told Emma all about his five-year plan to start his own business. Yorkshire pudding cart--gonna be big.]

Ahh, oh yes that tart smell. It's lovely! ;)

[scots_fuzz]

[So's he (and he's arrested people for worse, too!), and he could care less at the moment as well. They can stare all they like.

Mmm, he's glad she's got an eye for his color, he probably wouldn't have caught that color clash.] Really? Anythin' in particular?

[Right. Well schemes like that are usually a niche market. Eh. Why's he wasting his time in London anyway?]

It's nice, right? The Scot seems to be a fan...

[lead_pencilskirt]

[Shame on you Liam--have you forgotten the most basic and fundamental (and only) code word in this relationship! She'll offer a knowing smirk and wait to see if he catches up. If not--she's definitely not above actually eating sweets for supper...] Erh--dunno...something unreasonably decadent.

...And potentially a bit messy.

[He's saving up so he can pursue his dream of being a world class squash player, okay.