Dancing and Kissing
The Doctor and Rose had stopped off on a deserted planet, for a good night’s rest. Rose was sitting on her bed, reading a book, when she heard a faint echo of a song. She closed the book and set off to find the source. Almost immediately she realized that it would be coming from the console room- the only place with any sort of music player.
Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg.
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.
As she entered the console room, she saw the Doctor,who hadn’t noticed she was there yet, reading a book, his glasses halfway down his nose. Rose quite liked his glasses, they framed his dark eyes perfectly. She then noticed the title of the book: How to Dance.
“Learnt anything yet?”
The Doctor looked up slightly. “Not much. Nothing that I don’t already know.”
Rose raised one eyebrow. “Then why are you reading it?”
“Making sure I haven’t missed anything. You never know when I might need to dance.”
“You wanna put in some practice?” Rose asked, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be declined. As predicted, the Doctor stood up, pocketed his glasses and took her proffered hand.
“My lady,”he said and kissed it. Rose blushed. They then went into a slow walz-type dance.
Buachaill eacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh.
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain.
One, two, three, one, two, three, he was really quite good at this, she thought as they circled the TARDIS console. She had watched so much Strictly Come Dancing when she was back on Earth that she knew, vaguely, how to waltz. They weren’t perfect, but, then again, what was in life?
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill,
gan coite gan bád gan gráinín brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliúir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is óró, a sheacht m'anam déag thú, is tú ag féachaint orm anall.
Rose was suddenly very aware of how close they were, as they stopped dancing. She looked up into those deep, hazelnut eyes. Close, so close... She could feel his hearts beating agsinst hers, they were getting slightly faster...she inched just a little closer as his breathing hitched a little...
And suddenly, out of the blue, he closed the gap between them and kissed her so lightly she wouldn’t have noticed it , if it hadn’t been for the brush of their lips. And then they were kissing, so hard it almost knocked her off her feet. She ran her fingers through his coffee-colured hair as her mouth opened slightly, to let the Doctor’s tongue slide through. Now their tongues were doing the dancing. He tasted like jelly babies and satsumas and something unidentifiable that made the experience all the more exciting. He was running his tongue along the roof of her mouth, recieving a moan in reward. He smiled against her lips at this, then continued to snog her senseless, arms winding their way up her back, to finally rest on her neck, long fingers stroking the hollow of her ears.
As he pulled away, leaving Rose breathless, she was just about able to stutter:
“Not bad.”
Buachaill ón Éirne mé is bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg.
Ní iarrfainn bó spré léi, tá mé féin saibhir go leor
Is liom Corcaigh dá mhéid é, dhá thaobh an ghleanna, is Tír Eoghain,
Is mura n-athra' mé béasaí, is mé an t-oidhre ar chontae Mhuigheo.
As she entered the console room, she saw the Doctor,who hadn’t noticed she was there yet, reading a book, his glasses halfway down his nose. Rose quite liked his glasses, they framed his dark eyes perfectly. She then noticed the title of the book: How to Dance.
“Learnt anything yet?”
The Doctor looked up slightly. “Not much. Nothing that I don’t already know.”
Rose raised one eyebrow. “Then why are you reading it?”
“Making sure I haven’t missed anything. You never know when I might need to dance.”
“You wanna put in some practice?” Rose asked, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be declined. As predicted, the Doctor stood up, pocketed his glasses and took her proffered hand.
“My lady,”he said and kissed it. Rose blushed. They then went into a slow walz-type dance.
Buachaill eacht bó, mo leo, nár chleacht mise riamh
ach ag imirt is ag ól le hógmhná deasa fá shliabh.
Má chaill mé mo stór ní móide gur chaill mé mo chiall
Is ní mó liom do phóg ná an bhróg atá ar caitheamh le bliain.
One, two, three, one, two, three, he was really quite good at this, she thought as they circled the TARDIS console. She had watched so much Strictly Come Dancing when she was back on Earth that she knew, vaguely, how to waltz. They weren’t perfect, but, then again, what was in life?
Rachaidh mé amárach a dhéanamh leanna fán choill,
gan coite gan bád gan gráinín brach' ar bith liom,
ach duilliúir na gcraobh mar éide leaba os mo cheann
is óró, a sheacht m'anam déag thú, is tú ag féachaint orm anall.
Rose was suddenly very aware of how close they were, as they stopped dancing. She looked up into those deep, hazelnut eyes. Close, so close... She could feel his hearts beating agsinst hers, they were getting slightly faster...she inched just a little closer as his breathing hitched a little...
And suddenly, out of the blue, he closed the gap between them and kissed her so lightly she wouldn’t have noticed it , if it hadn’t been for the brush of their lips. And then they were kissing, so hard it almost knocked her off her feet. She ran her fingers through his coffee-colured hair as her mouth opened slightly, to let the Doctor’s tongue slide through. Now their tongues were doing the dancing. He tasted like jelly babies and satsumas and something unidentifiable that made the experience all the more exciting. He was running his tongue along the roof of her mouth, recieving a moan in reward. He smiled against her lips at this, then continued to snog her senseless, arms winding their way up her back, to finally rest on her neck, long fingers stroking the hollow of her ears.
As he pulled away, leaving Rose breathless, she was just about able to stutter:
“Not bad.”