Fortuna Makes Ganache (1/1)
Title - Fortuna Makes Ganache (1/1)
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jackie, OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - A birthday dinner for Rose has unintended consequences.
Author's Notes - glorious_clio asked for the next time Fortuna makes ganache in response to this meme. The original story can be read here.
Thank you to jlrpuck who turned the beta on this around so fast she made my head whirl. She's fantastic.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
“I’m going to make Mum a birthday feast,” announced Fortuna to her father, sliding into the captain’s seat.
The Doctor regarded his youngest child, who was looking very frank and determined; that stubborn streak all of his children had inherited from their mother. “Well, that sounds nice,” the Doctor told her, testing the resistance on the jucilx lever. “What will you make her?”
“A surprise. Are we going to Grandma’s for her birthday?”
“Oh.” The Doctor frowned at the jucilx lever. “I suppose so, yes.”
“Good. Then I’ll use Earth food for the menu,” Fortuna decided. “Grandma’s not that adventurous.”
“To put it mildly,” rejoined her father.
********
“I’m going now,” Fortuna announced, and she was beaming with her excitement, colour flushing her cheeks.
The Doctor, sitting at the table in Jackie’s kitchen, being forced to listen to a tedious monologue by Jackie over a cup of tea, looked at Fortuna and said, not just because he was hoping to escape, “Don’t you want a bit of company?”
“I’ll be fine, Dad.”
“I’m not saying you won’t be fine, but you could take Brem or Athena with you, no?”
“No,” she asserted, stubbornly. “It’s all going to be a surprise, and Mum said I could go by myself.”
“It’s a trip to the grocery store,” Rose said, negligently, sipping her tea as if this was completely acceptable, sending their child unescorted out into the mean streets of London. “And she’s thirteen years old. She can handle it.”
“I’m not saying she can’t-”
“Bye, Daddy.” She kissed his cheek, cutting him off, and went skipping out of the kitchen.
“Rose,” the Doctor began, turning toward her.
“We’ve been over this. She’ll be absolutely fine. She’s very excited about this entire thing, you’re not to ruin it for her.”
“What’s Fortuna going to the grocery store for?” Jackie asked.
“She’s making me a birthday feast. But it’s all very secretive. She wants to surprise everyone.”
“Oh, but that’s lovely!” exclaimed Jackie. “How sweet of her.”
“She’s sticking to Earth food,” the Doctor told Jackie. “As a favour to you.”
“What’s that mean?” asked Jackie, in confusion.
“That you’re not very adventurous,” replied the Doctor.
“Having you for a son-in-law is adventure enough for any woman for a lifetime,” Jackie retorted.
********
Fortuna barricaded all of them out of the kitchen as she cooked. The rest of the family took this in stride and sat around playing Uno. The Doctor was astonished by how calm they were. “Don’t you want to know what she’s making?” he kept asking, fidgeting about the lounge.
“You do know it’s a feast for my birthday, right?” Rose asked him, dryly.
“Yes. Which is why I can’t understand why you don’t want to know what it is.”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” said Rose. “It certainly smells delicious.”
The Doctor looked at the four of them as they played Uno and wondered where they had gotten their lack of curiosity about the world around them.
Fortuna pushed aside the makeshift door she’d concocted for the kitchen, consisting of a bed sheet hung from the top of the doorway. “I’m ready,” she announced, fairly bouncing with excitement.
The Doctor was the first to eagerly file into the room, taking a seat at the table.
“It’s three courses,” Fortuna was explaining, proudly, as the rest of the family took their seats. “The first course is a tomato-basil soup.”
Indeed, every place setting had a bowl filled with a gorgeous-looking soup that proved to taste equally gorgeous, and the family was extravagant in their praise. The tomato soup was followed by a roasted chicken stuffed with goat cheese and rosemary, set on a bed of polenta, and there was more praise. And then Fortuna announced what she referred to as the “piece de resistance.”
“Mum’s birthday cake!” she proclaimed, producing it from the fridge with a flourish. “Chocolate,” she continued, setting it on the table, “with a chocolate ganache frosting.”
At the word ganache, the Doctor lifted his eyes up to Rose, who kept her eyes steadily on the cake. “Ganache,” she managed, after a second. “How lovely.”
The Doctor, remembering licking ganache off various parts of Rose’s body, cleared his throat and shifted in his chair and wondered at how calmly Rose accepted the piece of cake Fortuna handed her. The Doctor took his own piece and took a bite and the taste of the ganache exploded in his mouth, at once lingering in his impeccable Time Lord sensory recall with the taste of sex, of Rose’s skin, slick with sweat and ganache and desire.
“How’s the ganache?” asked Fortuna.
“It’s, er, very good,” he stammered, although the sex that had gone with his last batch of ganache had been much better.
“It’s delicious, darling,” Rose praised her, and the Doctor thought it must be much easier for Rose to eat the ganache without the aid of impeccable Time Lord sensory recall.
All the same, the Doctor could not believe how long it took for dinner to finally end, and he tried not to be too transparent about making up an excuse to follow Rose into their bedroom. She was just getting ready to step into the shower when he yanked her back, clearly taking her by surprise, and pressed her against the wall and kissed her, pulling his tie off as he did so.
“What’s gotten into you?” she gasped, when he let her come up for air, hands going to the fly on his trousers. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Ganache,” he panted, impatiently helping her. “I can’t believe how calm you were while you were eating the ganache.”
“Ganache?” echoed Rose, blankly, in such a way that he paused in the process of tilting her hips and looked at her in confusion.
“You don’t remember…?”
“No, of course I remember, but your ganache wasn’t really ganache, I mean, it tasted awful, it didn’t taste a bit like Fortuna’s ganache.”
The Doctor’s jaw dropped open, momentarily forgetting all about the important matter that had had him pressing Rose against their bathroom wall in the wake of this astonishing revelation about how truly awful she had thought his ganache was. “You told me…!” he accused. “You told me it wasn’t that bad!”
“Doctor,” she said, patiently. “The ganache was terrible. It was the sex that was fantastic.”
The Doctor frowned. “I could make good ganache, you know.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t you rather make me climax?”
The Doctor paused, thinking, and Rose rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s just, couldn’t I do both?”
“Shut up,” she said, and reminded him why he’d shown up in the bathroom in the first place.
Author - earlgreytea68
Rating - Teen
Characters - Ten, Rose, Jackie, OCs
Spoilers - None
Disclaimer - I don't own them and I don't make money off of them, but I don't like to dwell on that, so let's move on. (Except for the kids. They're all mine.)
Summary - A birthday dinner for Rose has unintended consequences.
Author's Notes - glorious_clio asked for the next time Fortuna makes ganache in response to this meme. The original story can be read here.
Thank you to jlrpuck who turned the beta on this around so fast she made my head whirl. She's fantastic.
The gorgeous icon was created by swankkatfor me, commissioned by jlrpuckfor my birthday.
“I’m going to make Mum a birthday feast,” announced Fortuna to her father, sliding into the captain’s seat.
The Doctor regarded his youngest child, who was looking very frank and determined; that stubborn streak all of his children had inherited from their mother. “Well, that sounds nice,” the Doctor told her, testing the resistance on the jucilx lever. “What will you make her?”
“A surprise. Are we going to Grandma’s for her birthday?”
“Oh.” The Doctor frowned at the jucilx lever. “I suppose so, yes.”
“Good. Then I’ll use Earth food for the menu,” Fortuna decided. “Grandma’s not that adventurous.”
“To put it mildly,” rejoined her father.
********
“I’m going now,” Fortuna announced, and she was beaming with her excitement, colour flushing her cheeks.
The Doctor, sitting at the table in Jackie’s kitchen, being forced to listen to a tedious monologue by Jackie over a cup of tea, looked at Fortuna and said, not just because he was hoping to escape, “Don’t you want a bit of company?”
“I’ll be fine, Dad.”
“I’m not saying you won’t be fine, but you could take Brem or Athena with you, no?”
“No,” she asserted, stubbornly. “It’s all going to be a surprise, and Mum said I could go by myself.”
“It’s a trip to the grocery store,” Rose said, negligently, sipping her tea as if this was completely acceptable, sending their child unescorted out into the mean streets of London. “And she’s thirteen years old. She can handle it.”
“I’m not saying she can’t-”
“Bye, Daddy.” She kissed his cheek, cutting him off, and went skipping out of the kitchen.
“Rose,” the Doctor began, turning toward her.
“We’ve been over this. She’ll be absolutely fine. She’s very excited about this entire thing, you’re not to ruin it for her.”
“What’s Fortuna going to the grocery store for?” Jackie asked.
“She’s making me a birthday feast. But it’s all very secretive. She wants to surprise everyone.”
“Oh, but that’s lovely!” exclaimed Jackie. “How sweet of her.”
“She’s sticking to Earth food,” the Doctor told Jackie. “As a favour to you.”
“What’s that mean?” asked Jackie, in confusion.
“That you’re not very adventurous,” replied the Doctor.
“Having you for a son-in-law is adventure enough for any woman for a lifetime,” Jackie retorted.
********
Fortuna barricaded all of them out of the kitchen as she cooked. The rest of the family took this in stride and sat around playing Uno. The Doctor was astonished by how calm they were. “Don’t you want to know what she’s making?” he kept asking, fidgeting about the lounge.
“You do know it’s a feast for my birthday, right?” Rose asked him, dryly.
“Yes. Which is why I can’t understand why you don’t want to know what it is.”
“We’ll find out soon enough,” said Rose. “It certainly smells delicious.”
The Doctor looked at the four of them as they played Uno and wondered where they had gotten their lack of curiosity about the world around them.
Fortuna pushed aside the makeshift door she’d concocted for the kitchen, consisting of a bed sheet hung from the top of the doorway. “I’m ready,” she announced, fairly bouncing with excitement.
The Doctor was the first to eagerly file into the room, taking a seat at the table.
“It’s three courses,” Fortuna was explaining, proudly, as the rest of the family took their seats. “The first course is a tomato-basil soup.”
Indeed, every place setting had a bowl filled with a gorgeous-looking soup that proved to taste equally gorgeous, and the family was extravagant in their praise. The tomato soup was followed by a roasted chicken stuffed with goat cheese and rosemary, set on a bed of polenta, and there was more praise. And then Fortuna announced what she referred to as the “piece de resistance.”
“Mum’s birthday cake!” she proclaimed, producing it from the fridge with a flourish. “Chocolate,” she continued, setting it on the table, “with a chocolate ganache frosting.”
At the word ganache, the Doctor lifted his eyes up to Rose, who kept her eyes steadily on the cake. “Ganache,” she managed, after a second. “How lovely.”
The Doctor, remembering licking ganache off various parts of Rose’s body, cleared his throat and shifted in his chair and wondered at how calmly Rose accepted the piece of cake Fortuna handed her. The Doctor took his own piece and took a bite and the taste of the ganache exploded in his mouth, at once lingering in his impeccable Time Lord sensory recall with the taste of sex, of Rose’s skin, slick with sweat and ganache and desire.
“How’s the ganache?” asked Fortuna.
“It’s, er, very good,” he stammered, although the sex that had gone with his last batch of ganache had been much better.
“It’s delicious, darling,” Rose praised her, and the Doctor thought it must be much easier for Rose to eat the ganache without the aid of impeccable Time Lord sensory recall.
All the same, the Doctor could not believe how long it took for dinner to finally end, and he tried not to be too transparent about making up an excuse to follow Rose into their bedroom. She was just getting ready to step into the shower when he yanked her back, clearly taking her by surprise, and pressed her against the wall and kissed her, pulling his tie off as he did so.
“What’s gotten into you?” she gasped, when he let her come up for air, hands going to the fly on his trousers. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Ganache,” he panted, impatiently helping her. “I can’t believe how calm you were while you were eating the ganache.”
“Ganache?” echoed Rose, blankly, in such a way that he paused in the process of tilting her hips and looked at her in confusion.
“You don’t remember…?”
“No, of course I remember, but your ganache wasn’t really ganache, I mean, it tasted awful, it didn’t taste a bit like Fortuna’s ganache.”
The Doctor’s jaw dropped open, momentarily forgetting all about the important matter that had had him pressing Rose against their bathroom wall in the wake of this astonishing revelation about how truly awful she had thought his ganache was. “You told me…!” he accused. “You told me it wasn’t that bad!”
“Doctor,” she said, patiently. “The ganache was terrible. It was the sex that was fantastic.”
The Doctor frowned. “I could make good ganache, you know.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t you rather make me climax?”
The Doctor paused, thinking, and Rose rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s just, couldn’t I do both?”
“Shut up,” she said, and reminded him why he’d shown up in the bathroom in the first place.