Title: Of Realizations and Declarations.
Author: Iby.
Rating: PG-15.
Characters and Pairings: The Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler; Rose/Ten.
Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, humour.
Spoilers: The Idtiot's Lantern and World War Three are alluded to, but nothing is really revealed.
Author's Note: I am, oddly, happy with this one. It doesn't
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“Only because you were laying there, all creamy soft skin and smooth hair and big brown enticing eyes! You were wearing my jacket and nothing else. You know I can’t say no to you when you’re wearing my jacket!”
And so I can't, cos my higher brain functions just went pooft!
You, you evil thing, knew exactly what that'd do too. ;)
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Oh, alright. Perhaps I took some of last night's comments into consideration. I'll take care never to do it again, shall I?
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And, for the record, I wouldn't complain at all, really, if you wrote an entire story about nothing bar Rose in nothing but a shirt/jacket. *G*
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Evil is my natural state of being, I'm sorry but that's just the way it is. You know you love it.
There may or may not be something about Rose in naught but the Doctor's floor length brown coat and specs floating around on my hard drive. I'll see where your comments take me.
Yeesh, it's too easy!
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There may or may not be something about Rose in naught but the Doctor's floor length brown coat and specs floating around on my hard drive. I'll see where your comments take me.
His coat, you say? That'd be... interesting, certainly. Not sure if it'd be sexy, when I think about it - big brown coat swallowing her up and dragging on the floor just that little bit - adorable, though. *g*
Now, Rose in nothing but one of Nine's jumpers...
If I was still writing, I'd suggest a wardrobe!fic battle. *g*
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Nine's jumper? I hadn't even thought of that. It certainly warrants thinking about. I reckon it'd have to be one of the dark red ones. Gosh, he pulled them off wonderfully. *misses Nine*
Hey! What? Hold the phone. Perhaps I missed something, but when did you stop writing?
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*nods*
Can you imagine? The material hanging loosely off one shoulder, hinting at her curves as it skimmed down to mid-thigh... I was thinking green, though. (Possibly because I just watched part of Dalek.) *g*
Hey! What? Hold the phone. Perhaps I missed something, but when did you stop writing?
Um... about a week ago, I think. Haven't made a big announcement or anything - it's not exactly a big deal - I've just decided to finish my WIPs and take a break for a while. Hopefully I'll start feeling the love again soon - I just haven't been enjoying it and it's no fun when your hobby turns into a chore.
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I think your description of her shirt alone proves to me that you've still got the skill, but I do know what you mean.
It's frustrating but ultimately, if it's a chore to you then it's probably for the best to leave it alone until you miss it. I'll miss your fics though!
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I tell you what - you take Billie and I'll take Chris!
Sounds like a plan to me - after all, if she's wearing his jumper, he'll need someone way to keep warm.
I think your description of her shirt alone proves to me that you've still got the skill, but I do know what you mean.
*has wicked skills*
*and a very large ego, obviously*
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Wait...do I get David too? I distinctly remember that you asked for Jack. *wink wink*
No, in all honestly, I will miss your work. *hopes to tempt ego into cooperating*
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Wait...do I get David too? I distinctly remember that you asked for Jack. *wink wink*
I asked for Jack? What? When? *coughs and eyes you suspiciously* But yes, you can have Ten too - he is the same bloke, after all. ;)
No, in all honestly, I will miss your work. *hopes to tempt ego into cooperating*
Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. *g*
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I think...well, I vaguely remember something about a plot to kidnap them all...there was something about a balaclava and hubba bubba.
Well, I suppose you'd get the entire torchwood cast, seeing as they're a team and all!
With that idea for you to ponder, I shall say goodnight. Work tomorrow. How dare it.
Night!
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