Run While You Can

Mal twitched her nose and took in a deep breath as she woke, the sound of retreating footsteps drawing her awake. Her body was still pressed against his and though the last of her sleepy fog lifted she didn't want to pull away. "Are you okay?" Mal whispered, sliding her hand over his body to rest against his chest. Normally she was oblivious to this sort of thing but a negative feeling was pulsing off of her Doctor and causing her own nerves to spike. What was wrong? Her. She was, yes. The thought made her bite her lip and furrow her brows.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I'm so sorry. I know how much you've lost already, I know I'm selfish for getting you to watch over me. I'm just so terribly sorry, Doc." Mal wanted to make it up to him somehow. Some day. The assault she displayed on her lip became more violent as she bit down harder, moving her hand from his heart to his face. Touch and affection wasn't her strong suit but this just felt like it needed to be. Maybe it was hormones, maternal instinct and affection for the father, or maybe it was, in a way, a farewell. The thought caused her heart to twist so early in the morning. It just wasn't fair.

He leans into her touch, relishing in the contact she was willingly giving. It was rare and he felt he should soak up all he could. If worse came to worse, he'd at least have a child to look after. He gives Mal a sad smile.

"What have I said about apologizing to me? I've lost a lot, that's true, but don't sit here and think it's not some sort of twisted fate. You needed me, and I was there. If anything we should be angry at Torchwood. For now let's look at it this way, were alive, they can't find us and we have a fresh pair of clothes."

His grin is child like as he wriggles his brows, full lips stretched to give her an almost cat like grin. He hoped Jenny had brought her a nice dress. She might not like it but living here bascially meant no pants.

She stroked her thumb over his cheekbone before rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. Her head began to bob up and down as she agreed with what the Doctor was saying. "Okay, right. Damn Torchwood.. they've been no good all my life. Taking and killing all those people. Poor souls. Wait, we have clothes?" Mal twisted her body so she could glance down at the fabric Jenny had placed within the room.

The look on his face caught her attention. Mal stared at him blankly for a minute before her eyes widened. "O-oh! Doc, G-rated thoughts." Her face was turning red at his expression so she promptly rolled out of bed and tossed her pillow at him. A small grin twitched at the corner of her mouth as she walked around and snatched the dress, holding it up for inspection. "How did women of this time breathe? I'm pretty sure that was still an important humanly thing to do back then..."

With a reluctant sigh Mal spun around and walked to the bathroom, throwing over her shoulder in a cheeky tone, "No free show for you today, I'm using the other room." The door shut and almost instantly you could hear swearing from behind it as Mal struggled to put on the blasted thing. This was exactly why she left dresses to the pompous and fashionable girls.