A/N: Wow, I'm writing Who fic again. That's a surprise. Yay scific! Not that that means anything to anyone other than twin. Hm. Oh well. Thanks to Spoofmaster and montypython203 for reviewing previous chapters.

x tromana

Title: Santa Baby
Author: tromana
Rating: T
Characters: Romana II/Ace
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Romana relaxes around Christmas time.
Notes: Prompts: Top and Santa Baby

Santa Baby

The bar was grimy and even dressed in her jeans and tight fitting top, Romanadvoratrelundar looked out of place. Whether it was because she had based the body on aristocracy (albeit, from another planet) or simply because she held her head that little bit higher than everyone else on planet Earth, she just didn't quite fit in for some reason. She'd come here to relax, though she wasn't doing a particularly good job of that. Not yet, anyway. She just needed to find someone from this planet, someone who knew nothing about time and space and aliens and wouldn't be able to tell that she actually was one.

Man, woman. Sober or not. She wasn't particularly fussy. She'd learned that from Leela. From the Doctor too, she supposed. She shook her head, her blonde hair skimming her shoulders. Romana wasn't here to think of them. And however selfish it was, she was here for herself. To unwind. To allow the tensions built up from dealing in politics for so long to seep from her pores and allow her to return to Gallifrey to do her job properly once more.

A woman was dancing sinuously to the beat of Santa Baby. Not quite seductively - it wasn't controlled enough for that. And she was alone. The moment the song had started, the dance floor had pretty much coupled itself off and people shouted at each other about how they wanted Santa cutie to hurry down the chimney with material goods for them. The difference with this woman - on the petite side, innocent features and the fact she appeared not to have a care in the world, aside - was that she was truly losing herself to the beat. She didn't care about shouting drunken promises to someone else or grinding her hips against the nearest attractive person.

With no control of her own, Romana's feet carried herself to the girl. From a distance, she appeared barely a child, but on close inspection, there was a hardness around the eyes.

She was here for exactly the same reason.

Wordlessly, they danced together. Nothing intricate, but there was something equally balanced about it. Romana found her nameless dance partner knew when to let her take the limelight and she, too, repaid the compliment in full. There was something… explosive… about it. Eventually, growing bored, the girl linked fingers with her and dragged her outside. The cool air nipped at their bare shoulders, but somehow it was more refreshing than bitter. They headed to the nearest fish and chips shop and Romana found herself having her first taste of chips, completely unsure of the mix of grease and salt.

"Who're you anyway," she asked, mouth full of food.

"Romana."

"I'm Ace," she replied, grinning, swallowing her mouthful. "Care to dance?"

"Out here?" Romana replied dubiously.

"Why not?"

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