They Shall, From Time To Time, Eat Waffles and Snuggle
Written for challenge 77 at TTU.
She's 28 today. He's made a mess of the kitchen. But there are waffles in bed and a West Wing marathon and coffee-flavored kisses on the table, and of course, there's the added bonus of being able to lick the waffle batter off of his forehead and chin and lips, so she's not complaining.
The waffles are lovely but the Doctor is much lovelier.
"Season two or three?" he asks from the floor later, once he's not sticky and waffle-y and buried inside his wife.
"Oh, you know."
He rolls his eyes. "Two it is, then."
Bundled up in the orange silk robe she bought in Kyoto, Rose murmurs her thanks, sinks into their sofa and takes a sip from her Stitch mug. She shuts her eyes for a moment, breathing in the air around her, the air they share in this not-quite new life of theirs. Her heart quivers at the thought when she hears a crash and a series of swears in various languages.
Opening her eyes hesitantly, she assesses the situation. "What have I told you about sonicing the DVD player? It doesn't ne-"
"'-need fixing,' yeah, except it clearly does." He holds up the rather violently smoking box. "It keeps doing this whenever I try to use it."
Stifling a giggle, Rose lifts herself out of the comfort of her couch. "All you have to do is push the play button."
He shoots her a frustrated look. "Oh, but that's so boring, Rose!"
"Yes it is," she agrees indulgently, sitting beside her lover and running a gentle hand through his (really great) hair. "But sometimes you've gotta sit through the boring stuff to get to the exciting stuff, yeah?"
"If by 'exciting stuff,' you mean shagging, then absolutely!" He presses the small button and pulls her up from the carpet. "Although, bananas can be exciting, like when we were in Disney and they had those delightful little frozen bananas with the chocolate and peanuts all over them. Absolutely ah-may-zing!"
"I actually meant the second season of The West Wing, but whatever works, I suppose," Rose laughs as she burrows into the Doctor's side.
He smiles down at her and tucks a rebellious blond curl behind her ear as the episode opens. "I serve at the pleasure of the President," he murmurs into her hair.
"Quite right, too."
She's 28 today. He's made a mess of the kitchen. But there are waffles in bed and a West Wing marathon and coffee-flavored kisses on the table, and of course, there's the added bonus of being able to lick the waffle batter off of his forehead and chin and lips, so she's not complaining.
The waffles are lovely but the Doctor is much lovelier.
"Season two or three?" he asks from the floor later, once he's not sticky and waffle-y and buried inside his wife.
"Oh, you know."
He rolls his eyes. "Two it is, then."
Bundled up in the orange silk robe she bought in Kyoto, Rose murmurs her thanks, sinks into their sofa and takes a sip from her Stitch mug. She shuts her eyes for a moment, breathing in the air around her, the air they share in this not-quite new life of theirs. Her heart quivers at the thought when she hears a crash and a series of swears in various languages.
Opening her eyes hesitantly, she assesses the situation. "What have I told you about sonicing the DVD player? It doesn't ne-"
"'-need fixing,' yeah, except it clearly does." He holds up the rather violently smoking box. "It keeps doing this whenever I try to use it."
Stifling a giggle, Rose lifts herself out of the comfort of her couch. "All you have to do is push the play button."
He shoots her a frustrated look. "Oh, but that's so boring, Rose!"
"Yes it is," she agrees indulgently, sitting beside her lover and running a gentle hand through his (really great) hair. "But sometimes you've gotta sit through the boring stuff to get to the exciting stuff, yeah?"
"If by 'exciting stuff,' you mean shagging, then absolutely!" He presses the small button and pulls her up from the carpet. "Although, bananas can be exciting, like when we were in Disney and they had those delightful little frozen bananas with the chocolate and peanuts all over them. Absolutely ah-may-zing!"
"I actually meant the second season of The West Wing, but whatever works, I suppose," Rose laughs as she burrows into the Doctor's side.
He smiles down at her and tucks a rebellious blond curl behind her ear as the episode opens. "I serve at the pleasure of the President," he murmurs into her hair.
"Quite right, too."