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Title: Habitual Kisses.
Author: Iby.
Characters and Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Rose, Jackie; Rose/Ten.
Genre: Fluff, romance, the usual suspects.
Spoilers: Nope.
Rating: G.
Summary: It was so domestic, so casual. It wasn’t like most of their kisses, it wasn't particularly passionate or especially affectionate, it just was. She hadn’t meant to tease him with it, reward him with it, arouse him with it. It was like a habit, like it was perfectly normal to kiss him, like she’d been doing it forever and would continue to do it.
For christn7 who has to once again leave home and go to a place he's not enjoying.
Distastefully, the Doctor eyed the newspaper spread on the kitchen table before him. Death, destruction and disease; he'd had enough of that already, thankyouverymuch.
He glanced furtively around and, ascertaining that he was still the only one awake in the Tyler flat, flicked to the Births, Deaths and Marriages section. With barely restrained glee, he commenced scooping Coco Pops into his mouth like they were going out of style (when he in fact knew the precise details of their longevity) and started in on the birth announcements.
He was so intent on his food and his reading that he didn’t notice Rose walking into the room until it was too late. He froze, rather like a deer caught in the headlights and hoped that she’d still be too sleepy and rumpled to realize what he was up to, which was, he had to admit, not particularly manly.
What she did, however, pushed all thoughts of maintaining his reputation out of his frankly magnificent mind.
She stumbled over to him, her hair a mess, her pyjama trousers slung so low on her hips that she was treading on the hem, smiled faintly at him and leaned over and kissed him. Just a quick kiss, her hand cupping his cheek to tilt his head up to her before pulling away.
Now, it wasn’t exactly their first kiss. Oh no, they’d been doing that and so much more for quite a while now, but he was positively stunned.
It wasn’t like most of their kisses, it wasn't particularly passionate or especially affectionate, it just was. She hadn’t meant to tease him with it, reward him with it, arouse him with it. It was like a habit, like it was perfectly normal to kiss him, like she’d been doing it forever and would continue to do it. It was certainly a far cry from the beginnings of their kissing-relationship, where she’d been all awkwardness and uncertainty. Not that he’d been particularly charming himself.
He was broken out of his musings by Jackie, who was making her way into the kitchen, Rose now right behind her.
The panic that usually overwhelmed him whenever he was sprung doing anything remotely naughty to her daughter gave way to curiosity. She wasn’t commenting on it at all; she’d obviously seen it.
Could it…could it be that she no longer minded? Or was it simply that it had become…normal? Par for the course?
He bristled slightly as thoughts of domestication swirled through his brain, even with the TARDIS parked right behind him and a day of adventuring ahead of him. He certainly didn’t like the idea of anything about his relationship with Rose being described as normal, especially when it was such a fantastic part of his life.
Moments later they were both back. Jackie sunk into the chair opposite him and took a sip of her tea. Rose, now much more awake, rounded the table to where he was sitting and motioned for him to scoot his chair back to let her sit on his lap. Normally, he’d have panicked a little at the idea considering their company, but Jackie wasn’t paying them any attention at all.
He did so with little fuss, and she dropped gracelessly onto him, her side pressed against his chest and her head nestled into the curve of his shoulder. He felt something cold on the back of his neck and, reaching behind him, pried a spoon from her grip. Raising his eyebrows at her in question, she responded only by grinning cheekily and picking up his bowl of Coco Pops, bringing it closer to her chest. She plucked her spoon from him and started in on his breakfast.
He was momentarily stunned. “That’s mine!”
She shrugged and continued eating. Sighing, he delved his own cutlery into the bowl and, though he’d never admit it, engaged in a rather childish spoon duel over the remaining pops. He liked it much more than he cared to admit, liked that she’d just assumed she could eat his breakfast because she was Rose and she was special. It spoke of a comfort around him that warmed him.
It wasn’t long after that she’d fallen asleep, as he’d known she would, her head flopping back awkwardly.
“Don’t let her get a crick in her neck,” Jackie said conversationally and promptly picked up his now empty bowl, taking it into the kitchen to be washed.
He wondered just when things had become like this. Wondered just when Jackie had stopped tutting whenever he kissed Rose, whenever he touched her wrist or let his hand fall just that little bit too low on her back. He wondered just when Jackie had stopped seeing a nine hundred year old time travelling alien and started seeing him as the man who ate her Coco Pops and became a makeshift bed for her daughter. Oh, he knew she was still very well aware of what he was, aware of his power and place in the universe, especially with the TARDIS taking up most of her living room, but now they weren’t the characteristics with which she defined him.
He could feel Rose’s breath against his neck, as he had almost every night since they’d started sleeping together and adjusted her around him, settling her head more securely on his shoulder. Here she was, in all her habitual kissing, breakfast stealing, sleeping-on-him glory and he got the feeling that she was completely in love with him, which was a strangely empowering thought. It was alright though, because he couldn’t have been more in love with her if he’d tried.
. . . .
This was inspired by a little scene in Grey's Anatomy. Anybody know?
I've been staring at a blank Word document for days and then this morning I woke up at an hour too early to contemplate and had this squared away in no time at all. Always the way, eh?
Hope you liked it!
Author: Iby.
Characters and Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Rose, Jackie; Rose/Ten.
Genre: Fluff, romance, the usual suspects.
Spoilers: Nope.
Rating: G.
Summary: It was so domestic, so casual. It wasn’t like most of their kisses, it wasn't particularly passionate or especially affectionate, it just was. She hadn’t meant to tease him with it, reward him with it, arouse him with it. It was like a habit, like it was perfectly normal to kiss him, like she’d been doing it forever and would continue to do it.
For christn7 who has to once again leave home and go to a place he's not enjoying.
Distastefully, the Doctor eyed the newspaper spread on the kitchen table before him. Death, destruction and disease; he'd had enough of that already, thankyouverymuch.
He glanced furtively around and, ascertaining that he was still the only one awake in the Tyler flat, flicked to the Births, Deaths and Marriages section. With barely restrained glee, he commenced scooping Coco Pops into his mouth like they were going out of style (when he in fact knew the precise details of their longevity) and started in on the birth announcements.
He was so intent on his food and his reading that he didn’t notice Rose walking into the room until it was too late. He froze, rather like a deer caught in the headlights and hoped that she’d still be too sleepy and rumpled to realize what he was up to, which was, he had to admit, not particularly manly.
What she did, however, pushed all thoughts of maintaining his reputation out of his frankly magnificent mind.
She stumbled over to him, her hair a mess, her pyjama trousers slung so low on her hips that she was treading on the hem, smiled faintly at him and leaned over and kissed him. Just a quick kiss, her hand cupping his cheek to tilt his head up to her before pulling away.
Now, it wasn’t exactly their first kiss. Oh no, they’d been doing that and so much more for quite a while now, but he was positively stunned.
It wasn’t like most of their kisses, it wasn't particularly passionate or especially affectionate, it just was. She hadn’t meant to tease him with it, reward him with it, arouse him with it. It was like a habit, like it was perfectly normal to kiss him, like she’d been doing it forever and would continue to do it. It was certainly a far cry from the beginnings of their kissing-relationship, where she’d been all awkwardness and uncertainty. Not that he’d been particularly charming himself.
He was broken out of his musings by Jackie, who was making her way into the kitchen, Rose now right behind her.
The panic that usually overwhelmed him whenever he was sprung doing anything remotely naughty to her daughter gave way to curiosity. She wasn’t commenting on it at all; she’d obviously seen it.
Could it…could it be that she no longer minded? Or was it simply that it had become…normal? Par for the course?
He bristled slightly as thoughts of domestication swirled through his brain, even with the TARDIS parked right behind him and a day of adventuring ahead of him. He certainly didn’t like the idea of anything about his relationship with Rose being described as normal, especially when it was such a fantastic part of his life.
Moments later they were both back. Jackie sunk into the chair opposite him and took a sip of her tea. Rose, now much more awake, rounded the table to where he was sitting and motioned for him to scoot his chair back to let her sit on his lap. Normally, he’d have panicked a little at the idea considering their company, but Jackie wasn’t paying them any attention at all.
He did so with little fuss, and she dropped gracelessly onto him, her side pressed against his chest and her head nestled into the curve of his shoulder. He felt something cold on the back of his neck and, reaching behind him, pried a spoon from her grip. Raising his eyebrows at her in question, she responded only by grinning cheekily and picking up his bowl of Coco Pops, bringing it closer to her chest. She plucked her spoon from him and started in on his breakfast.
He was momentarily stunned. “That’s mine!”
She shrugged and continued eating. Sighing, he delved his own cutlery into the bowl and, though he’d never admit it, engaged in a rather childish spoon duel over the remaining pops. He liked it much more than he cared to admit, liked that she’d just assumed she could eat his breakfast because she was Rose and she was special. It spoke of a comfort around him that warmed him.
It wasn’t long after that she’d fallen asleep, as he’d known she would, her head flopping back awkwardly.
“Don’t let her get a crick in her neck,” Jackie said conversationally and promptly picked up his now empty bowl, taking it into the kitchen to be washed.
He wondered just when things had become like this. Wondered just when Jackie had stopped tutting whenever he kissed Rose, whenever he touched her wrist or let his hand fall just that little bit too low on her back. He wondered just when Jackie had stopped seeing a nine hundred year old time travelling alien and started seeing him as the man who ate her Coco Pops and became a makeshift bed for her daughter. Oh, he knew she was still very well aware of what he was, aware of his power and place in the universe, especially with the TARDIS taking up most of her living room, but now they weren’t the characteristics with which she defined him.
He could feel Rose’s breath against his neck, as he had almost every night since they’d started sleeping together and adjusted her around him, settling her head more securely on his shoulder. Here she was, in all her habitual kissing, breakfast stealing, sleeping-on-him glory and he got the feeling that she was completely in love with him, which was a strangely empowering thought. It was alright though, because he couldn’t have been more in love with her if he’d tried.
. . . .
This was inspired by a little scene in Grey's Anatomy. Anybody know?
I've been staring at a blank Word document for days and then this morning I woke up at an hour too early to contemplate and had this squared away in no time at all. Always the way, eh?
Hope you liked it!