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Who: Sarah Jane and Harry
When: Right after the huge dinner party
What: Um.. Harry proposes. Yeah.
Warnings: NC17. There's smut, but not alot.



Harry had Sarah by the hand, and wandered back to her room. The dinner hadn't exactly gone as planned, but he was still feeling chipper. That old Sullivan cheerfulnes, or somesuch. "I hope there's no rule about boys in your dormitory, old girl." He winked. "Wouldn't want to face detention."

Sarah laughed a little, letting him lead her back quite happily. "Mm, I don't believe so. But if there is, well we'll just have to ask them to join us." she said quite cheekily, opening up the door and locking it behind them.

"Not tonight," Harry pulled Sarah close to him and looked down at her. "Tonight I want you all to myself, Sarah." He leaned down and kissed her lightly. "If you wouldn't mind."

Sliding her arms around his waist, she smiled up at him. "No, I wouldn't mind that at all. I'm rather looking forward to it." She pressed her lips up against his slowly.

Harry happily kissed her back, slowly, just feeling her lips against his for a moment. "Never thought I'd be smarter than the Doctor, love." Maybe that's why he was in such a good mood. He kissed her again, harder this time.

"Mm, well if you ask me.. you are much much MUCH more smarter then the Doctor." Sarah kissed him again and then looked up at him, "You know I wouldn't... I mean." she hm'd a bit, trying to figure out how to put this. "If he asked me to leave with him and leave you? I wouldn't. I'm always going to choose you."

"Really?" Harry looked down at her for a moment, thoughtful. "Even if it were our Doctor that asked?" He shook his head. "Nevermind, old girl. I know it doesn't matter which Doctor. I know better." He smiled brightly. "I love you, Sarah Jane Smith. And if he didn't invite me to go along with you, I'd break down the door of the TARDIS and come with, because I wouldn't ask you to stay here for me."

"Well then we'll make a deal. We're a package. If anyone asks us to go anywhere, then we'll go only together." Sarah grinned up at him and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Harry Sullivan."

"I say, that's a brilliant idea." He hugged her back and whispered in her ear. "Would you marry me, then, old girl?" They'd talked about it a bit, and Sarah'd said that thing about marriage earlier tonight... he was only slightly nervous, though. Either way he knew they'd stay together. Even if she told him it was a silly old institution meant to give males dominion over females.

Sarah Jane blinked a bit. For some reason she knew he was going to ask. She wasn't quite sure why she thought it, but it wasn't really a surprise. She kissed his cheek and then pulled back to look at him. "Of course i'll marry you, Harry." She smiled and leaned up and kissed him. Yeah, she thought marriage was kind of silly, but sometimes she wanted to do things for him.

Probably because she knew him really well, and he wasn't exactly a complicated guy. He smiled as they kissed. "Glad I bought that ring, then." He looked down at her, a twinkle in his eyes.

She swallowed, "You.. you bought... a ring? Really?" Okay maybe that was a bit surprising. Except not. She blushed faintly. "Heh.. I'm going to get married. Imagine that. Sarah Jane Smith Sullivan."

"Of course I have," he stepped out of her arms and reached into the pocket of his pants. "I can't very well ask my girl to marry me without a ring, can I? Bad enough you've shagged me before we're married." He held out a small, velvet box. "There you are then, Mrs. Sullivan." He didn't actually expect her to take his name, but it was fun to joke about it.

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, "Oh like you can keep your hands off me. Even if you wanted to wait, it's much much too late for that." Wow. It really was a ring. She eyed it carefully and then picked it out of the box and slid it on her finger. "Wow.. it's... gorgeous. I love it... thank you. It's..." she might actually cry. Go figure.

"Lovely on you," he finished for her, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles softly. "Come on then," he kissed her wrist, moving slowly up her arm. "Since I can't keep my hands off you, anyway..."

Watching him kiss up her arm, Sarah lead him back towards the bed. She reached up and ran her fingers up under his sweater, tugging it up and over his head. "That's what I love about you, your inability to resist me."

He let her pull the sweater off before he replied. "Ah, and here I thought it was my dashing good looks." He reached 'round to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly.

"Mm well that too. I must admit, I really do love a man in uniform." She said with a sly smile, sliding out of her dress and then slid back onto the bed, pulling him on top of her. She went for his pants, sliding them down over his hips. She kissed at his neck, nipping here and there down over his collar.

Harry made a mental note to find a proper naval uniform next time he went shopping. "Mm, I love your refusal to wear knickers, old girl." He lifted his chin to give her better access to his neck, and slid his hands up and down over her body. "You're beautiful."

"You know me, always thinking with my libido." She said with a smirk, nibbling down over his shoulder and across his arm and then back up his chest. Sarah kissed at his throat as her hands wandered to get him completely naked. "You're not so bad yourself, Doctor Sullivan."

"Thank you, dear." He wiggled his hips, letting her slide his boxers down. "That makes us a beautiful team." He leaned in and kissed her as he slid one hand down her body, gently parting her legs, teasing her at first before his fingers found her clit, swirling over it.

Sarah whimpered a bit, legs sliding apart as she let him move in between them. Her hips rocked against his hand a little and she slid her fingers into his curls. Mming a bit, she kissed him as one hand slid down to stroke him slowly.

Harry groaned and kissed her harder, rocking his hips into her hand. He knew how she liked to be touched, and he did so as he moved slightly, pushing her legs apart farther, tangling his free hand in her hair.

She gasped a bit, licking her lips as she kissed him harder and rougher. Her hips moved more, showing just how much she liked it by how much she was pumping against his hand. Her own hand moved faster, gripping him tighter.

"Sarah," Harry moved his hand and pulled hers away from him so he coulld enter her quickly. He let out a low moan.

Her legs slid up and around his hips, guiding him into her and her back arched. She kissed his lips, biting on them as she moaned against him. "Mmm my Harry." she purred, hips moving to meet his.

"I am," He leaned down, pressing his lips into her neck, sucking on the pulse point. His hips moved faster pushing her back into the bed after she arced to meet him.

She whimpered, and of course she was getting louder and breathier everytime he slid into her. It wasn't too long until she was moaning quite loudly, begging for more. Harder. Faster. "Mmm, Harry.. please.."

Of course Harry gave her what she wanted, thrusting into her faster and faster. He had each hand at the side of her head, steadying himself. He hoped there was a silencing charm working. After a few minutes, his body tensed.

Sarah of course didn't care one way or another if everyone in the castle heard her. She was loud enough to. Someone just didn't teach her the wonders of being quiet. She was yelling and growling as she came, clutching onto him tightly.

Growling was a bit new. Harry chuckled as he slowed down, eventually pulling out of her. He remained on top of her, though, and ran a hand through her hair. "Love you, old girl."

Sarah blushed a bit and smiled, running her hands over his back. "Love you too." she kissed his lips gently. "You are staying the night I trust?" she wondered what happened to married couples who had to live in seperate houses. Hm.

"Of course," he shifted slightly so he was on his side, and pulled her into his arms, spooning her. "Couldn't get up if I wanted, love. And I don't."

Sarah slid up onto her side up against him. "Mm good.. rather like you staying here with me in my bed." she shut her eyes. "Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, old thing." He kissed the back of her neck. "I'll stay anytime you'd like."