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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.. )
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I'VE COMPOSED A POEM
AHEM
there once was a girl called ruchi
she wrote fic that made angels sigh
and jesus cry
and melissa was right there with a tissue
BECAUSE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I'M WEEPING. Honest and truly, bb, like. Your way with words continues to astound and the Doctor and Rose are never so beautifully themselves as they are in your hands.
PAR EXAMPLE
His finger skims the pale, vein-lined expanse of her naked wrist during supper, dragging over the throb of her pulse point, eliciting shiver after shiver like the warning bells of an impending earthquake. A scratch of his nails, and her heels drive into the floor, thighs clenched and toes curled.
I know you remember my thing for his hands on her wrist and that gleaming predatorish QUALITY THING that Ten II can do so well, so I am pretending this line was alllllllllllll for me. even though technically the whole fic is lol.
and he gropes for her blindly, something restless in the twitch of his knees.
Something restless. In the twitch of his fucking knees.
Her body reacts to him like a livewire sparking into the night, but he looks at her with the eyes of someone who has never seen the sun before and is suddenly bathed in light. Fear. Awe. Reluctance. And just the smallest touch of incomprehension, when once upon a time, she was the thing he knew best in the world.
Rose is so weary of being a stranger.
This. This is everything to me.
"Rose--" the Doctor says, voice rough and expression wild. 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.
For the first time in a long time, Rose looks up and lets herself sink into him, the sun meeting the horizon line, the rain dropping into the sea.
Yes, her body laughs, You remember this.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
and then she licked his adam's apple and I passed away
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