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dominique012) wrote2007-03-03 09:44 pm
dominique012) wrote2007-03-03 09:44 pm
Entry tags:
Happy!Who fic
Prompt: Sweet
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: None, AU. Just a glimpse. Pure fluff!
Note: Originally written for the Happy!Who ficathon. Feedback is very much appreciated (although this is my first ever DW fic, so please be gentle!)
He watched as she slouched on a chair, her legs draped over its arm. She was reading a magazine, lips apart slightly, a smile playing around her mouth. Flipping a page, she grinned, and he watched her tongue trace the edge of her teeth.
He leaned against the console and swallowed, running a hand through his hair.
She looked up suddenly and he nearly jumped before trying his best to look casual. “D’you know what? I fancy something sweet. Do we have anything?” She jumped off the chair and smiled at him.
He grinned back. There it was right there, something sweet.
But he only nodded, saying cheerily “Of course! I aim to please.” And then frowned. Did that sound odd?
Rose’s curiously amused voice soon offered him an answer. “Oh? In that case-“
He cut her off, keeping his voice light: “What’ll it be then? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?” He flashed her a grin, “How ‘bout a nice Toffee apple? Doesn’t get much sweeter than that.”
“I don’t know,” Rose regarded him with an expression, both knowing and curious.
She smirked as she walked over, “I can think of a few things that I imagine would be sweeter.”
His mouth twitched as he fought a smile. She had a look on, the one that usually sent him fumbling and tripping into mindless babble in an attempt to stop her. From opening the door. From reeling and winding him in. Because if he didn’t stop her, that would be it.
I’m the Doctor, he reminded himself, Time Lord. He’d felt in control with these words before - Cat nuns. Krillitane.
But this was Rose Tyler, approaching him with a saucy, knowing look on her face. He sighed. And that was it. The knowing.
She knew. He knew she knew. With each look they shared. Each time he took her hand. Each time his hearts leaped when they hugged.
He frowned.
Her saucy look gave way to puzzlement when she saw his expression. She smiled hesitantly, “What are you frowning at?”
He raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, “Ummm...nothing! Well,” he amended, “not nothing. It’s just that,” he paused, seeming fairly composed, except for the slightly high pitch his voice was taking. “I’m going to open the door.”
Rose looked horrified. “What?” She turned and looked at the door of he TARDIS. “You can’t open it now!”
“No!” he laughed, “No I can’t, not that door.” He leaned forward and smiled, whispering conspiratorially. “So, tell me...”
Rose smiled and leaned forward too. As he knew she would. She would get caught up in his excitement. Curious eyes sparkled. “Yeah?”
He whispered, feeling her hair tickle his cheek. “Do you still fancy something sweet?”
She nodded, her mouth curved in a cheeky smile.
He leaned forward, softly kissing her lips. She froze for a moment, he knew, in disbelief at what was happening. And then he felt her respond, kissing him back. Her hand found the back of his neck, and he felt her fingers in his hair.
After a moment, she pulled away slightly. She smiled against his lips as she spoke, “Well. That was unexpected.”
He held her closer and sighed. Something sweet.
END
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Spoilers: None, AU. Just a glimpse. Pure fluff!
Note: Originally written for the Happy!Who ficathon. Feedback is very much appreciated (although this is my first ever DW fic, so please be gentle!)
He watched as she slouched on a chair, her legs draped over its arm. She was reading a magazine, lips apart slightly, a smile playing around her mouth. Flipping a page, she grinned, and he watched her tongue trace the edge of her teeth.
He leaned against the console and swallowed, running a hand through his hair.
She looked up suddenly and he nearly jumped before trying his best to look casual. “D’you know what? I fancy something sweet. Do we have anything?” She jumped off the chair and smiled at him.
He grinned back. There it was right there, something sweet.
But he only nodded, saying cheerily “Of course! I aim to please.” And then frowned. Did that sound odd?
Rose’s curiously amused voice soon offered him an answer. “Oh? In that case-“
He cut her off, keeping his voice light: “What’ll it be then? Chocolate mousse? Cheesecake?” He flashed her a grin, “How ‘bout a nice Toffee apple? Doesn’t get much sweeter than that.”
“I don’t know,” Rose regarded him with an expression, both knowing and curious.
She smirked as she walked over, “I can think of a few things that I imagine would be sweeter.”
His mouth twitched as he fought a smile. She had a look on, the one that usually sent him fumbling and tripping into mindless babble in an attempt to stop her. From opening the door. From reeling and winding him in. Because if he didn’t stop her, that would be it.
I’m the Doctor, he reminded himself, Time Lord. He’d felt in control with these words before - Cat nuns. Krillitane.
But this was Rose Tyler, approaching him with a saucy, knowing look on her face. He sighed. And that was it. The knowing.
She knew. He knew she knew. With each look they shared. Each time he took her hand. Each time his hearts leaped when they hugged.
He frowned.
Her saucy look gave way to puzzlement when she saw his expression. She smiled hesitantly, “What are you frowning at?”
He raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, “Ummm...nothing! Well,” he amended, “not nothing. It’s just that,” he paused, seeming fairly composed, except for the slightly high pitch his voice was taking. “I’m going to open the door.”
Rose looked horrified. “What?” She turned and looked at the door of he TARDIS. “You can’t open it now!”
“No!” he laughed, “No I can’t, not that door.” He leaned forward and smiled, whispering conspiratorially. “So, tell me...”
Rose smiled and leaned forward too. As he knew she would. She would get caught up in his excitement. Curious eyes sparkled. “Yeah?”
He whispered, feeling her hair tickle his cheek. “Do you still fancy something sweet?”
She nodded, her mouth curved in a cheeky smile.
He leaned forward, softly kissing her lips. She froze for a moment, he knew, in disbelief at what was happening. And then he felt her respond, kissing him back. Her hand found the back of his neck, and he felt her fingers in his hair.
After a moment, she pulled away slightly. She smiled against his lips as she spoke, “Well. That was unexpected.”
He held her closer and sighed. Something sweet.
END