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request three: Dr Who
pairing: Rose/(Woman from Nine/Ten time, not OC)
NC17: If the story calls for it, go for it.
squicks: If it's silly I'll be disapointed.
Title: Strong Memories
Author: antiwesley
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/Gwyneth
Word Count: 832
Disclaimer: Auntie Beeb owns them. Please don't sue.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Takes place off-screen just after the kitchen sequence during "Ghosts of London"
Gwyneth held her eyes on Rose for some moments. She had already seen many
wonders in Rose's mind, but what she saw next made her eyes go wide. Rose had
followed her into the kitchen and began to help with the dishes, leading to
their hands occasionally touching, a small spark running across the gap between
their hands. Little did she know that this spark would lead to something more...
"The women in your time... they..." she gasped for air. Rose smiled, taking
her hand.
"Yeah, well..." Rose bit her lip. "When someone likes someone we don't
try to hide it. We just enjoy the person for who they are." Rose had felt
something in her, the compassion she felt for this poor girl. She didn't
think it had blossomed into something more...
Gwyneth felt Rose's hand touch her shoulder.
"Look... if it makes you uncomfortable..." Rose started to suggest.
"No." Gwyneth started to show an inner strength. "I should like to know
the touch of a caring, loving human being. For too long I've suffered without
knowing a loving touch."
Rose felt a stirring as Gwyneth moved closer at her touch, feeling the
warm breath of the telepath on her face.
"I know this may be a bit awkward..." Rose tried to offer a way out, but
the young woman somehow knew what she needed to do, finding a strength that
she hadn't felt before, a strength that she would need for her upcoming
trial.
Rose felt Gwyneth's hands move down her torso, feeling the curves of Rose's
body. Rose reached out and wrapped her arms around the young woman, untying
the apron from the young psychic's lithe form, feeling the fabric fall away
to the floor, where it landed in a crumple.
"Oh dear..." Gwyneth started to reach down, but Rose held her back.
"Let it be." Rose cautioned, letting Gwyneth's hair down, the long black
hair flowing over her shoulders. "You have such pretty hair." Rose began
to stroke the long strands of ebon black.
"Thank you, ma... Rose." Gwyneth caught herself. Now that she had someone
she could trust, she felt her thin walls of resistance break down.
"Now..." Rose began to think out loud. "Are we going to stay in this dank
kitchen, or is there someplace better?" Rose looked around.
Gwyneth pushed the dirty plates off of a tabletop and daintily placed herself
on the sturdy table. "Will this do?" she smiled naughtily.
Rose smiled, quickly moving towards the recumbent maid with an evil glare in
her eye. "That will do nicely."
Rose quickly lifted the maid's skirts, revealing the psychic's silky white
thighs.
"Your skin... it feels so soft." Rose admired the smooth texture of the young
lady's inner thighs, gently stroking it, gently caressing every little inch of
skin. "My Mum would be jealous. She tries so hard to keep herself feeling that
good." Rose moved her body up and placed a first, tentative kiss on to Gwyneth's
lips.
Little sparks of electricity jumped from lip to lip, giving each of the girls
a small charge, causing a small moment.
"That felt good." Rose said, breaking the kiss. "That felt really good." she
smiled. "For someone who doesn't know a lot about the outside world, you sure
can kiss." Rose dove in for another kiss. They held it for sometime, enjoying
and savoring each moment.
"Well, I do practice on my pillow sometimes at night." Gwyneth admitted, feeling
a touch embarrassed.
"You know, I used to that as well." Rose admitted. "Sometimes, I'd dance around
the room holding it in my arms, and at the end of the song, I'd fall backwards
onto my bed and hold it close..." Rose grew silent. She knew that Gwyneth could
have already saw the picture in her head.
"Such a strong memory..." Gwyneth began, then stopped, trying to give Rose some
room. Rose shifted her attention back to the current moment.
"Yes, well... when you're young..." Rose lowered herself back on to the nimble
body of the young maid. "We're young, the night is young... and we have so
much we could do." Rose smiled as she and the innocent Gwyneth explored and
enjoyed each other's company well into the night.
-------
As the TARDIS dematerialized from the cold English winters night, Rose sat
on the pilot's chair near the console.
"It's not right." Rose pouted. "She was so young."
"Yes, yes she was." the Doctor replied. "And so are you. She was strong,
and now you need to be strong as well." he said, knowing that Rose had
made a connection with the young maid. "It's a shame as well, but life
goes on. It has to." he frowned, fiddling with the controls.
"As long as I remember..." Rose began, feeling the warmth enter her body,
the memories flushing back. "As long as I remember, she'll still be alive."
"Exactly." came the Doctor's knowing reply. "And that's all that one can hope
for... someone to remember them."
pairing: Rose/(Woman from Nine/Ten time, not OC)
NC17: If the story calls for it, go for it.
squicks: If it's silly I'll be disapointed.
Title: Strong Memories
Author: antiwesley
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/Gwyneth
Word Count: 832
Disclaimer: Auntie Beeb owns them. Please don't sue.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Takes place off-screen just after the kitchen sequence during "Ghosts of London"
Gwyneth held her eyes on Rose for some moments. She had already seen many
wonders in Rose's mind, but what she saw next made her eyes go wide. Rose had
followed her into the kitchen and began to help with the dishes, leading to
their hands occasionally touching, a small spark running across the gap between
their hands. Little did she know that this spark would lead to something more...
"The women in your time... they..." she gasped for air. Rose smiled, taking
her hand.
"Yeah, well..." Rose bit her lip. "When someone likes someone we don't
try to hide it. We just enjoy the person for who they are." Rose had felt
something in her, the compassion she felt for this poor girl. She didn't
think it had blossomed into something more...
Gwyneth felt Rose's hand touch her shoulder.
"Look... if it makes you uncomfortable..." Rose started to suggest.
"No." Gwyneth started to show an inner strength. "I should like to know
the touch of a caring, loving human being. For too long I've suffered without
knowing a loving touch."
Rose felt a stirring as Gwyneth moved closer at her touch, feeling the
warm breath of the telepath on her face.
"I know this may be a bit awkward..." Rose tried to offer a way out, but
the young woman somehow knew what she needed to do, finding a strength that
she hadn't felt before, a strength that she would need for her upcoming
trial.
Rose felt Gwyneth's hands move down her torso, feeling the curves of Rose's
body. Rose reached out and wrapped her arms around the young woman, untying
the apron from the young psychic's lithe form, feeling the fabric fall away
to the floor, where it landed in a crumple.
"Oh dear..." Gwyneth started to reach down, but Rose held her back.
"Let it be." Rose cautioned, letting Gwyneth's hair down, the long black
hair flowing over her shoulders. "You have such pretty hair." Rose began
to stroke the long strands of ebon black.
"Thank you, ma... Rose." Gwyneth caught herself. Now that she had someone
she could trust, she felt her thin walls of resistance break down.
"Now..." Rose began to think out loud. "Are we going to stay in this dank
kitchen, or is there someplace better?" Rose looked around.
Gwyneth pushed the dirty plates off of a tabletop and daintily placed herself
on the sturdy table. "Will this do?" she smiled naughtily.
Rose smiled, quickly moving towards the recumbent maid with an evil glare in
her eye. "That will do nicely."
Rose quickly lifted the maid's skirts, revealing the psychic's silky white
thighs.
"Your skin... it feels so soft." Rose admired the smooth texture of the young
lady's inner thighs, gently stroking it, gently caressing every little inch of
skin. "My Mum would be jealous. She tries so hard to keep herself feeling that
good." Rose moved her body up and placed a first, tentative kiss on to Gwyneth's
lips.
Little sparks of electricity jumped from lip to lip, giving each of the girls
a small charge, causing a small moment.
"That felt good." Rose said, breaking the kiss. "That felt really good." she
smiled. "For someone who doesn't know a lot about the outside world, you sure
can kiss." Rose dove in for another kiss. They held it for sometime, enjoying
and savoring each moment.
"Well, I do practice on my pillow sometimes at night." Gwyneth admitted, feeling
a touch embarrassed.
"You know, I used to that as well." Rose admitted. "Sometimes, I'd dance around
the room holding it in my arms, and at the end of the song, I'd fall backwards
onto my bed and hold it close..." Rose grew silent. She knew that Gwyneth could
have already saw the picture in her head.
"Such a strong memory..." Gwyneth began, then stopped, trying to give Rose some
room. Rose shifted her attention back to the current moment.
"Yes, well... when you're young..." Rose lowered herself back on to the nimble
body of the young maid. "We're young, the night is young... and we have so
much we could do." Rose smiled as she and the innocent Gwyneth explored and
enjoyed each other's company well into the night.
-------
As the TARDIS dematerialized from the cold English winters night, Rose sat
on the pilot's chair near the console.
"It's not right." Rose pouted. "She was so young."
"Yes, yes she was." the Doctor replied. "And so are you. She was strong,
and now you need to be strong as well." he said, knowing that Rose had
made a connection with the young maid. "It's a shame as well, but life
goes on. It has to." he frowned, fiddling with the controls.
"As long as I remember..." Rose began, feeling the warmth enter her body,
the memories flushing back. "As long as I remember, she'll still be alive."
"Exactly." came the Doctor's knowing reply. "And that's all that one can hope
for... someone to remember them."