Ficlet: Take a Look - 1/1 - Pg13 - Rose/Ten
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And now...fic....
Title: Take a Look
Author: Jinni (jinni.fanfic@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Claim: Doctor Who, Rose/Ten
Prompt: #1 - look over here at 30_kisses
Summary:
x x x
It started with her calling him over.
“Doctor! What’s this, then?”
And it ended with something much, much nicer.
x x x
“Doctor! What’s this, then?”
Looking up, he couldn’t see what Rose was pointing at. Not with that mound of bushes in the way. He put his sonic screwdriver into his jacket pocket and strolled over, through the underbrush of the Zivgony wilderness, to stand next to Rose.
“Aw, aren’t you a cute little thing?” he cooed with a wink at Rose. The Doctor bent to retrieve the little pile of fluff that had caught her attention. “This is someone’s pet.”
“Pet? Looks like a pile large pile of dryer fuzz to me.” She wrinkled her nose and the Doctor laughed.
“It’s like a kitten would be on Earth, Rose. Here’s the head,” he patted at an indeterminate part of the creature, hoping that he had the ends right. Incredibly wrong to go about patting things on their bums, whether or not they were a pet. Just to be safe, he did not demonstrate the scratching technique that he knew this particular breed enjoyed.
He didn’t express this minor bit of hesitation to Rose, however; and gave no indication of it when she reached out to pat gingerly at what he had termed the ‘head’.
It chirruped and the Doctor smiled. Right then, that was definitely the head unless it had some sort of odd rear-fixation.
“What’s it called?” Rose asked, continuing to pet the lump.
“A Sznickickity.”
“You’re joking.”
“Am not,” he argued with a shrug. “Not my fault they use too many letters when naming things here.” The sznickickity was settling down into his arms, apparently quite content to be held, and the Doctor started glancing about. “They’re not wild creatures, though. This one must’ve wandered off by itself. Won’t survive the night out here.”
“We can’t leave it out here, then.”
Before he could stop her, Rose had plucked it from his arms and was patting it as she walked back to the Tardis.
“What? No, Rose. No pets. The Tardis is pet-free. All that delicate machinery.”
“Pet-free?” she scoffed. “You had K-9, Doctor.”
“He’s a robot dog!” the Doctor argued.
It was no use. She glanced over her shoulder one time before slipping into the Tardis. This was perfect, really. Now they had a pet.
With a sigh, he followed her inside. Next thing he knew she’d be wanting to -
“Doctor, we should get it a food bowl and a bed, don’t y’think?”
A pet in the Tardis. This could only end badly. He turned to tell her that they needed to drop it off at a shelter or something at their first opportunity, nearly bumping into Rose in the process. She still had it in her arms, petting at it, but she was looking up at him now with those wide eyes that he never could turn down - and she knew it!
“We’ll stop at a bazaar,” he told her, holding back the long-suffering sigh that was threatening to pop from between his lips at any moment. “If it gets into trouble -“
“Then we’ll get rid of it,” she finished with a nod. “Of course. Wouldn’t want it messing up the Tardis or anything.”
Well, at least she was willing to see reason. He inhaled, meaning to sigh, only to be caught off-guard by a sweetness in the air that he hadn’t noticed. He sniffed. Then again. “You wearing a new perfume?”
“No. It’s her,” Rose held up the Sznickickity. “Smells sweet. Maybe I should call her Sweetie.”
The Doctor didn’t know how to tell Rose that, firstly, there was no way to be certain the Sznickickity was a girl or that, second, Sweetie wasn’t a good name for any sort of pet. So he held his comments back entirely.
At least it was making her happy. The Sznickickity, that was. She was practically glowing as she carried it around the console room now, waiting for him to start the Tardis up and take them to their next destination. A bazaar, he’d promised her. Somewhere she could buy pet supplies.
They’d trounced right into domesticity very quick-like, hadn’t they?
He set the destination and put the Tardis in motion, watching Rose. She was murmuring to the Sznickickity, petting it.
And that’s when he felt it. That little stirring in his hearts.
Jealousy.
He grit his teeth together. She was happy and that should make him happy. But instead Rose - his Rose - was over there, playing with her new pet, instead of being over here, keeping him company. Nine hundred years old, he thought, and he still could act like a child sometimes. More so in this incarnation than others, he supposed.
His eyes followed her tongue as it snaked out of her mouth to wet her lips. Over and around. Down to the bottom, repeat. It was so Rose that he’d long ago cast it off as anything but sexual - yet right at that moment he couldn’t see it as anything but. Oh, she didn’t mean it that way. Never did. It was just a quirk of hers and he adored her ever the more for it.
Then she was humming to Sweetie, cradling it in her arms and rocking back and forth. And the humming included a little bite of the lip. The Doctor ran his hand through his hair again, knowing it was getting ever more ruffled and not caring. This was mad. All this time spent together and it had been so easy to see her as nothing but Rose. His companion, nothing more. Didn’t matter if he cared about her in THAT way or not - nothing would ever come of it one way or the other.
Right now, though; right now he couldn’t stop thinking of her and the way her teeth and tongue played with her lips. He wanted to taste her lips. Run his tongue over them, press into them, make her part for him and him alone. Wanted to delve into her mouth and see if that chocolate he’d saw her snacking on earlier still tinged those depths with the bittersweet taste of it.
With every breath he took, ever step she made, he wanted it more and more.
“Wait,” he muttered. That was it. Every breath he took. The Doctor glanced over at the Sznickickity in Rose’s arms. There was something that he remembered reading about that species once. Not the entire species, of course, just a select handful of sub-breeds within it. One could provoke anger and was a great boon at things like organized fighting events. Another could provoke lust.
“Doctor?”
He looked from the Sznickickity to Rose’s face, unsurprised now to see that her eyes were sparkling. She took a step toward him and he wanted to warn her off. Warn her that this wasn’t something that was real.
Then again, he thought as she touched her lips to his, the Sznickickity a warm bundle between them, maybe this was as real as it was going to get. He put a hand up to the back of her head, holding her still when he kissed her. Devouring her lips before thrusting his tongue gently between them.
Yes, she still tasted of chocolate. Tasted of Rose and chocolate and it was so very wrong to be kissing her, taking this step when to take it back would be the end of everything between them. It was one of those moments you couldn’t change. Shouldn’t change and he was doing it now.
She whimpered and he kissed her harder, unable to stop himself; especially when she didn’t really sound like she wanted him to. Those weren’t whimpers of pain or anger - better still, they were the sounds someone made when they wanted something to continue. He knew them and committed Rose’s particular take on them now to his memory.
The Sznickickity slipped from her arms, landing in a warm pile on top of his shoe. The Doctor nudged it off, only hardly conscious of the fact that it started to move down the hall. Oh, that was bad. A rogue Sznickickity on the Tardis. If he didn’t catch it now, he never would.
He broke off. Rose was panting softly, eyes glazed over. She was just as unthinking as he was - maybe more so. The Doctor smoothed a hand over her cheek.
Couldn’t take it back.
Wouldn’t take it back.
He took the five steps to the Sznickickity quickly, catching it just before it got to the hallway.
“It’ll need a cage,” he murmured. And something to dampen the glands that released its pheremones, too.
“Right,” Rose nodded. She licked her lips, eyes on his mouth. The Doctor swallowed.
“And we’ll do that now,” he forced himself to say. “Go lock her in your room for now.”
She looked like she might argue and the Doctor braced his will to have to repeat his instructions.
Then, like the sensible girl that he knew she was, Rose took the Sznickickity and wandered off to put her up.
And like the unsensible Time Lord that HE was, he followed right behind her.
END
And now...fic....
Title: Take a Look
Author: Jinni (jinni.fanfic@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Doctor Who belong to the BBC, et al.
Claim: Doctor Who, Rose/Ten
Prompt: #1 - look over here at 30_kisses
Summary:
x x x
It started with her calling him over.
“Doctor! What’s this, then?”
And it ended with something much, much nicer.
x x x
“Doctor! What’s this, then?”
Looking up, he couldn’t see what Rose was pointing at. Not with that mound of bushes in the way. He put his sonic screwdriver into his jacket pocket and strolled over, through the underbrush of the Zivgony wilderness, to stand next to Rose.
“Aw, aren’t you a cute little thing?” he cooed with a wink at Rose. The Doctor bent to retrieve the little pile of fluff that had caught her attention. “This is someone’s pet.”
“Pet? Looks like a pile large pile of dryer fuzz to me.” She wrinkled her nose and the Doctor laughed.
“It’s like a kitten would be on Earth, Rose. Here’s the head,” he patted at an indeterminate part of the creature, hoping that he had the ends right. Incredibly wrong to go about patting things on their bums, whether or not they were a pet. Just to be safe, he did not demonstrate the scratching technique that he knew this particular breed enjoyed.
He didn’t express this minor bit of hesitation to Rose, however; and gave no indication of it when she reached out to pat gingerly at what he had termed the ‘head’.
It chirruped and the Doctor smiled. Right then, that was definitely the head unless it had some sort of odd rear-fixation.
“What’s it called?” Rose asked, continuing to pet the lump.
“A Sznickickity.”
“You’re joking.”
“Am not,” he argued with a shrug. “Not my fault they use too many letters when naming things here.” The sznickickity was settling down into his arms, apparently quite content to be held, and the Doctor started glancing about. “They’re not wild creatures, though. This one must’ve wandered off by itself. Won’t survive the night out here.”
“We can’t leave it out here, then.”
Before he could stop her, Rose had plucked it from his arms and was patting it as she walked back to the Tardis.
“What? No, Rose. No pets. The Tardis is pet-free. All that delicate machinery.”
“Pet-free?” she scoffed. “You had K-9, Doctor.”
“He’s a robot dog!” the Doctor argued.
It was no use. She glanced over her shoulder one time before slipping into the Tardis. This was perfect, really. Now they had a pet.
With a sigh, he followed her inside. Next thing he knew she’d be wanting to -
“Doctor, we should get it a food bowl and a bed, don’t y’think?”
A pet in the Tardis. This could only end badly. He turned to tell her that they needed to drop it off at a shelter or something at their first opportunity, nearly bumping into Rose in the process. She still had it in her arms, petting at it, but she was looking up at him now with those wide eyes that he never could turn down - and she knew it!
“We’ll stop at a bazaar,” he told her, holding back the long-suffering sigh that was threatening to pop from between his lips at any moment. “If it gets into trouble -“
“Then we’ll get rid of it,” she finished with a nod. “Of course. Wouldn’t want it messing up the Tardis or anything.”
Well, at least she was willing to see reason. He inhaled, meaning to sigh, only to be caught off-guard by a sweetness in the air that he hadn’t noticed. He sniffed. Then again. “You wearing a new perfume?”
“No. It’s her,” Rose held up the Sznickickity. “Smells sweet. Maybe I should call her Sweetie.”
The Doctor didn’t know how to tell Rose that, firstly, there was no way to be certain the Sznickickity was a girl or that, second, Sweetie wasn’t a good name for any sort of pet. So he held his comments back entirely.
At least it was making her happy. The Sznickickity, that was. She was practically glowing as she carried it around the console room now, waiting for him to start the Tardis up and take them to their next destination. A bazaar, he’d promised her. Somewhere she could buy pet supplies.
They’d trounced right into domesticity very quick-like, hadn’t they?
He set the destination and put the Tardis in motion, watching Rose. She was murmuring to the Sznickickity, petting it.
And that’s when he felt it. That little stirring in his hearts.
Jealousy.
He grit his teeth together. She was happy and that should make him happy. But instead Rose - his Rose - was over there, playing with her new pet, instead of being over here, keeping him company. Nine hundred years old, he thought, and he still could act like a child sometimes. More so in this incarnation than others, he supposed.
His eyes followed her tongue as it snaked out of her mouth to wet her lips. Over and around. Down to the bottom, repeat. It was so Rose that he’d long ago cast it off as anything but sexual - yet right at that moment he couldn’t see it as anything but. Oh, she didn’t mean it that way. Never did. It was just a quirk of hers and he adored her ever the more for it.
Then she was humming to Sweetie, cradling it in her arms and rocking back and forth. And the humming included a little bite of the lip. The Doctor ran his hand through his hair again, knowing it was getting ever more ruffled and not caring. This was mad. All this time spent together and it had been so easy to see her as nothing but Rose. His companion, nothing more. Didn’t matter if he cared about her in THAT way or not - nothing would ever come of it one way or the other.
Right now, though; right now he couldn’t stop thinking of her and the way her teeth and tongue played with her lips. He wanted to taste her lips. Run his tongue over them, press into them, make her part for him and him alone. Wanted to delve into her mouth and see if that chocolate he’d saw her snacking on earlier still tinged those depths with the bittersweet taste of it.
With every breath he took, ever step she made, he wanted it more and more.
“Wait,” he muttered. That was it. Every breath he took. The Doctor glanced over at the Sznickickity in Rose’s arms. There was something that he remembered reading about that species once. Not the entire species, of course, just a select handful of sub-breeds within it. One could provoke anger and was a great boon at things like organized fighting events. Another could provoke lust.
“Doctor?”
He looked from the Sznickickity to Rose’s face, unsurprised now to see that her eyes were sparkling. She took a step toward him and he wanted to warn her off. Warn her that this wasn’t something that was real.
Then again, he thought as she touched her lips to his, the Sznickickity a warm bundle between them, maybe this was as real as it was going to get. He put a hand up to the back of her head, holding her still when he kissed her. Devouring her lips before thrusting his tongue gently between them.
Yes, she still tasted of chocolate. Tasted of Rose and chocolate and it was so very wrong to be kissing her, taking this step when to take it back would be the end of everything between them. It was one of those moments you couldn’t change. Shouldn’t change and he was doing it now.
She whimpered and he kissed her harder, unable to stop himself; especially when she didn’t really sound like she wanted him to. Those weren’t whimpers of pain or anger - better still, they were the sounds someone made when they wanted something to continue. He knew them and committed Rose’s particular take on them now to his memory.
The Sznickickity slipped from her arms, landing in a warm pile on top of his shoe. The Doctor nudged it off, only hardly conscious of the fact that it started to move down the hall. Oh, that was bad. A rogue Sznickickity on the Tardis. If he didn’t catch it now, he never would.
He broke off. Rose was panting softly, eyes glazed over. She was just as unthinking as he was - maybe more so. The Doctor smoothed a hand over her cheek.
Couldn’t take it back.
Wouldn’t take it back.
He took the five steps to the Sznickickity quickly, catching it just before it got to the hallway.
“It’ll need a cage,” he murmured. And something to dampen the glands that released its pheremones, too.
“Right,” Rose nodded. She licked her lips, eyes on his mouth. The Doctor swallowed.
“And we’ll do that now,” he forced himself to say. “Go lock her in your room for now.”
She looked like she might argue and the Doctor braced his will to have to repeat his instructions.
Then, like the sensible girl that he knew she was, Rose took the Sznickickity and wandered off to put her up.
And like the unsensible Time Lord that HE was, he followed right behind her.
END