Curley the sea lion worked for Paramount pictures, starring in Doctor Rhythm with Bing Crosby and
Mary Carlisle; and Spawn of the North with
and George Raft. These pictures show off his morning routine!
(There were too many photos I wanted to use to pick one and this ended up really long but I have like three Mikey requests so I guess it’s fair.)
Mikey was absorbed in a book again. Something that usually wasn’t a problem, you enjoyed reading with him or just watching him read, but today you had other plans in mind.
“Are you almost done?” You asked not receiving a reply until he turned the page.
“One more chapter.” He insisted returning to his reading leaving you frustrated.
“Is that book really that interesting?” All you received was a curt nod and silence. Slowly your impatience began to grow but so did an idea.
Slowly you began to unbutton your shirt one button at a time. Through the whole thing his stone like posture hadn’t changed but to flip the page only adding to your frustrations.
You slipped your shirt off, smirking at you noticed his jaw clench.
“Mikey.. It can’t be that good of a book.” You teased standing up and slipping off your pants as he shifted his position slightly, hoping you wouldn’t notice but you did.
You chose not to say anything instead choosing to prolong his suffering. You got back on the bed his whole body tensing up as you slipped behind him placing gentle kisses on his neck before your hands started to make their way into his t-shirt his muscles tensing giving away the fact that he couldn’t really be focused on his book.
“Finished yet?” You asked innocently with a smile working his shirt up his body. “I guess I can take a break for you.” He grinned letting you slip off his shirt before he turned and forced you down so he was over you.
“Only because you distracted me being beautiful.” He noted before pressing his lips to yours gently before his tongue demanded entrance exploring before he pulled away moving to kiss your neck, leaving marks as ‘punishment’ for distracting him. He then moved to your collarbone, he took the opportunity to remove your bra before finding the spot below your ear he knew drove you crazy.
“You’re way more interesting than that book any day.” He assured making you smile.
“I’d hope so or we’d have a problem.” You teased pecking his lips getting a smile from him and a blush as you’d made a joke from his serious comment.
“Now, you look really uncomfortable and I think it’s my fault.” You motioned to his tight pants he’d just about tried to squirm out of earlier.
You only gently palmed him but still received a groan.
“Just get them off.” He whined as you started undoing his pants Mikey getting up to speed the process along.
“Well now who’s the impatient one?” You chided a grin on both your faces.
Mikey pulled you to him taking his sweet time pulling your panties off.
“It’s still you.” He smirked finally answering your question, but not ending your waiting. Instead he leaned up to kiss you placing his hands on your hips. Without much other warning he thrusted into you ending the impatience with a mutual moan.
“Shit Mikey..” You half mumbled, half moaned out pleasantly alarmed with his forwardness earning a grin from him as he pecked your lips gently.
He took his time developing a steady rhythm and doctoring your neck with kisses the whole time, only occasionally meeting your lips.
“Mikey, I’m close..” You warned, he simply nodded signaling he was too.
You felt the familiar sensation of pressure snapping, sending pleasant waves moving through your body as your grip tightened on Mikey he got sloppier before he too came, riding out both your highs before giving you a kiss and rolling off you.
“Much better than any book.” He announced a little out of breath.
You smiled and pecked his lips.
“Agreed. Though I do like it when my man comes and saves me from certain death on a white horse.” You joked Mikey laughing and pulling you up to him.
“Too bad my princess is a bad ass who can save herself.” He retorted kissing your temple.
“Not to mention you’d look ridiculous on a horse.” He only laughed at this.
“Geez, love you too.” You kissed him again and then smiled.
Ooh, may I prompt? Doctor/Rose, Rhythm. Pick a Doctor, any Doctor! ;)
3. rhythm - Doctor/Rose (hints of Nine, mostly Ten)
It’s not that he’s never noticed before, he has. He’s pretty sure someone would have to be blind to miss it. To miss the way Rose moves through life like there’s a rhythm guiding her. Telling her when to step forward and move backwards. When to push and when to wait.
In the days and weeks after he first met her, he’d been so surprised by her agreeing to come with him, he hadn’t given it any thought. He was so thankful she was there, he never considered how she always seem to know the best way to move around him, to move with him, to move him.
Now, past a regeneration, when her rhythm barely faltered, he’s so much more aware of it. Of the way she dances through life. Around her family and her responsibilities. Through their travels and adventures. And around him, past him. He’s even more acutely aware of each time she extends a hand to him, inviting him to take the place she’s created for him in her dance.
And each times she offers that hand, it becomes harder and harder for him not to take it. He wants to let her pull him in. To let himself move to her rhythm, to let it become theirs. He wonders sometimes, how much longer he can pretend he’s unaware, that he doesn’t see the way her steps falter every time he turns her down.
On the day she stops dancing, her face and rhythm gone, he promises to save her, to bring her back and when he does, when she’s dancing again, moving to her own music and smiling at him, he takes a chance, offering his hand and hoping.
After she takes his hand, he learns to dance again. He doesn’t learn her rhythm, nor does she forget. Together, they wind his broken one into her still growing one and create theirs.