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Well, LA DEE DA. I WROTE SOMETHING. For the Vagfest '11, and the prompt: Ten/Rose - men and women are the only animals that blush
I cheated. It's Ten2. SORRY MELISSA, DEAL WITH IT.
Learning your skin, rated pg13, ten2/rose( short, but something, at least.. )
I cheated. It's Ten2. SORRY MELISSA, DEAL WITH IT.
Learning your skin, rated pg13, ten2/rose( short, but something, at least.. )
The air around them thickens with conversations that have yet to begin. The Doctor is new and bruised, fresh from Bad Wolf Bay and placed in the company of a girl who is older now, and not as gentle as she once was. They are easily hurt; they can easily hurt one another.
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They don't talk about applegrass and bazoolium. They don't talk about burning Daleks and bad wolves. They don't talk about one heart or darker roots, or age lines that carve the thin skin at their eyes, their lips.
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Rose is so weary of being a stranger. In this world, in the family that her real mother and fake father and inexplicable brother have started. In this duo of theDoctorandRose, which is not like the one she knows from before.
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He's always a bit wild now, this Doctor, and lost. His gaze is shot with constellations that no one knows but him, so much so that Rose swears could travel ten thousand new universes in his eyes. A domesticated Doctor he's not, this roamer. This nomad. This creature who will never stay still, will never stay long, will never stay.
It could hurt, the realization. But for the first time in a long time, Rose feels like maybe she won't stay either. That maybe his isn't the only wandering heart around here. That maybe when he feels the urge to get up and go--he won't leave her to relearn the gravel of different roads alone.
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"Kiss me," a chant, yearning like the warm yellow turn of the moon at night. Her lips are slick and and soft under his, clinging to the shape of his mouth as she speaks. She is unafraid.
So, so lovely!
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