DR WHO FIC: Same Ol' Thursday
Title: Same Ol’ Thursday
Author: charlottetrips
Rating: R
Genre: fluff, semi!crack
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: Still BBC’s.
Summary: from my challenge meme, prompt from arliddian ”Just another Thursday night” Ten/Rose. Hope you enjoy, I don’t often (or ever) do crack!fluff.
Same Ol’ Thursday
Socks were a funny thing. They were like mittens for feet. In fact, they were mittens for feet. Toes were hidden and your feet became one mass of…foot. Experimentally, Calvin wiggled his toes. Ah, just as he thought, one couldn’t tell that there were separate digits moving.
His eyes glanced at the drivel on the small screen: another reality competition, currently featuring a fifteen-year-old warbling lyrics of things that she shouldn’t even know about yet. Tipping his head back, he finished the last of his beer, a satisfied burp shortly following.
Yup, typical Thursday evening for good ol’ Cal Higgins.
Semi-engrossed in what was on the television and his thoughts on socks, he didn’t notice the strange noise filling the room until an impossible wind picked up in his living room, flinging yesterday’s newspaper in his face. Swiping at the paper while struggling to get out of his favorite armchair, he missed the materialization of a blue police box.
Finally succeeding in getting the paper off his face, Cal listed a little as he stared incredulously at the massive thing that had landed in the middle of his living room. It stood eight feet high, looking old yet new all at once.
Before he could do more than realize that it was a police box, the door swung open and a blonde head peaked out. Her hair whipped back and forth as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes finally swept over his still figure and lit up.
“Doctor!” She bound out of the blue box and ran at the shocked Cal head on. Leaping at him, they fell back on his armchair in a tangle of arms and legs. Cal couldn’t breath. For several reason, the main one being that she had just knocked the air out of his lungs. Second and third to that was the beautiful girl herself and the way she was wrapping herself around him, running her hands through his hair and peppering his face with kisses.
“Silly Doctor,” she kept muttering as her small teeth caught hold of the lobe of his ear and nibbled. Cal couldn’t help the moan that escaped as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He found that his hands were on her small waist and wandering up her back and to the front of her jumper, pulling up the cotton to touch the smooth skin underneath. The sigh from her lips hit his face in a warm rush that had blood rushing down to the area that she was currently grinding against.
Blindly, he sought her mouth with his own which she gave eagerly, her tongue meeting his. He didn’t care if this was some drunken dream so long as it continued.
Her mouth was delicious and her breasts, he thought as he finally succeeded in getting her shirt off, were glorious, all dusky rose and cream. So caught up in the lust of it all, neither noticed the strange compression sound that echoed through the room.
“Rose!” With a gasp, the small blonde was ripped off Cal’s lap and he was left holding onto cool air and staring into an angry face that looked remarkably like his own. As the twin gazes met, the other’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. The other “Cal” was wearing a cop uniform and pointing a threatening finger in his face while attempting to push the blonde behind him.
“Doctor?” The blonde (Rose?) asked the cop uncertainly, her eyes flicking between him and Cal who sat in the armchair, arms held up to ward off any attack. “I…I thought he was you,” the soft voice was placating, the girl making an attempt to cover her naked chest and the obvious flush of her body. “When you left to get an outfit, the TARDIS brought me here and he was here and he looks like you and you’d-we’d just-I was already-”
The Doctor cut across her stumbling explanation. “When I said role-play I wasn’t thinking a dingy sweater with The Family Ness on it!” The tone was clearly possessive and Rose seemed to catch it as she smiled, though she tried to hide it, catch her lip with her teeth.
Cal was momentarily distracted until the last bit caught up with him. “Oi! It’s a classic!”
“Whatever.” The Doctor rolled his eyes and turned back to the police box, ushering Rose in front of him. “Parallel universe, Rose. Or something. Let’s go before anything implodes.”
The girl stumbled ahead of the Doctor but took a moment to lean around the lanky man and wink at the stunned Calvin. The Doctor didn’t miss this and with a growl, he swept her up in his arms and through the doors of the police box which de-materialized almost immediately, leaving echoes of its existence behind.
Slowly, Cal look around his small apartment, noticing that the television was still playing that horrible show, random papers were strewn about and empty beer bottles littered his coffee table. Same old, same old. Except he would never think of Thursday the same way ever again.
Author: charlottetrips
Rating: R
Genre: fluff, semi!crack
Word Count: ~800
Disclaimer: Still BBC’s.
Summary: from my challenge meme, prompt from arliddian ”Just another Thursday night” Ten/Rose. Hope you enjoy, I don’t often (or ever) do crack!fluff.
Same Ol’ Thursday
Socks were a funny thing. They were like mittens for feet. In fact, they were mittens for feet. Toes were hidden and your feet became one mass of…foot. Experimentally, Calvin wiggled his toes. Ah, just as he thought, one couldn’t tell that there were separate digits moving.
His eyes glanced at the drivel on the small screen: another reality competition, currently featuring a fifteen-year-old warbling lyrics of things that she shouldn’t even know about yet. Tipping his head back, he finished the last of his beer, a satisfied burp shortly following.
Yup, typical Thursday evening for good ol’ Cal Higgins.
Semi-engrossed in what was on the television and his thoughts on socks, he didn’t notice the strange noise filling the room until an impossible wind picked up in his living room, flinging yesterday’s newspaper in his face. Swiping at the paper while struggling to get out of his favorite armchair, he missed the materialization of a blue police box.
Finally succeeding in getting the paper off his face, Cal listed a little as he stared incredulously at the massive thing that had landed in the middle of his living room. It stood eight feet high, looking old yet new all at once.
Before he could do more than realize that it was a police box, the door swung open and a blonde head peaked out. Her hair whipped back and forth as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes finally swept over his still figure and lit up.
“Doctor!” She bound out of the blue box and ran at the shocked Cal head on. Leaping at him, they fell back on his armchair in a tangle of arms and legs. Cal couldn’t breath. For several reason, the main one being that she had just knocked the air out of his lungs. Second and third to that was the beautiful girl herself and the way she was wrapping herself around him, running her hands through his hair and peppering his face with kisses.
“Silly Doctor,” she kept muttering as her small teeth caught hold of the lobe of his ear and nibbled. Cal couldn’t help the moan that escaped as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He found that his hands were on her small waist and wandering up her back and to the front of her jumper, pulling up the cotton to touch the smooth skin underneath. The sigh from her lips hit his face in a warm rush that had blood rushing down to the area that she was currently grinding against.
Blindly, he sought her mouth with his own which she gave eagerly, her tongue meeting his. He didn’t care if this was some drunken dream so long as it continued.
Her mouth was delicious and her breasts, he thought as he finally succeeded in getting her shirt off, were glorious, all dusky rose and cream. So caught up in the lust of it all, neither noticed the strange compression sound that echoed through the room.
“Rose!” With a gasp, the small blonde was ripped off Cal’s lap and he was left holding onto cool air and staring into an angry face that looked remarkably like his own. As the twin gazes met, the other’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. The other “Cal” was wearing a cop uniform and pointing a threatening finger in his face while attempting to push the blonde behind him.
“Doctor?” The blonde (Rose?) asked the cop uncertainly, her eyes flicking between him and Cal who sat in the armchair, arms held up to ward off any attack. “I…I thought he was you,” the soft voice was placating, the girl making an attempt to cover her naked chest and the obvious flush of her body. “When you left to get an outfit, the TARDIS brought me here and he was here and he looks like you and you’d-we’d just-I was already-”
The Doctor cut across her stumbling explanation. “When I said role-play I wasn’t thinking a dingy sweater with The Family Ness on it!” The tone was clearly possessive and Rose seemed to catch it as she smiled, though she tried to hide it, catch her lip with her teeth.
Cal was momentarily distracted until the last bit caught up with him. “Oi! It’s a classic!”
“Whatever.” The Doctor rolled his eyes and turned back to the police box, ushering Rose in front of him. “Parallel universe, Rose. Or something. Let’s go before anything implodes.”
The girl stumbled ahead of the Doctor but took a moment to lean around the lanky man and wink at the stunned Calvin. The Doctor didn’t miss this and with a growl, he swept her up in his arms and through the doors of the police box which de-materialized almost immediately, leaving echoes of its existence behind.
Slowly, Cal look around his small apartment, noticing that the television was still playing that horrible show, random papers were strewn about and empty beer bottles littered his coffee table. Same old, same old. Except he would never think of Thursday the same way ever again.