A Candle Thing (1/1)
Title: A Candle Thing (1/1)
Author: jlrpuck
Rating: Teen
Characters: Rose Tyler/Peter Carlisle
Summary: Rose and Peter both have a night off from parenting
Authors Notes: This is actually a hexadrabble-six drabbles folded into one, at the request of sassy_lion, who won my services through bidding over at Support Stacie. I figured I'd post it tonight...well, because I could, really.
Thank you to earlgreytea68 for the beta--and happy holidays to everyone celebrating them.
A Candle Thing
Candles illuminate the way as she opens the door, flickering lights dancing down the hall and up the stairs. Rose smiles, hanging her keys, setting down her purse, shedding her shoes and stockings. Lucy is at her grandmother’s for the evening, and she and her husband have the entire night alone.
She follows the path set out by the candles’ dancing glow, the shadows shifting as she moves; the trail leads to the first storey, and then to the bathroom. The room is lit only by the small flames; the glow is golden, and shows her her husband, relaxing in the bath.
The water is clear and hot, his naked body visible beneath the almost-smooth surface of the water. He smiles as she enters, teeth and eyes both reflecting back light, and she smiles in return, unbuttoning her blouse.
“Home early, then?”
“Lucky day.”
“Isn’t it just?”
The blouse falls to the floor with a soft whisper, and is soon joined by her skirt, her bra, and her knickers. She pauses only long enough to find something with which to pull up her hair, and then she is stepping into the water, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth slowly surrounds her.
Peter has made room for her between his legs, and she leans back against his body. His hands move through the water, one arm crossing her abdomen, the other her shoulders, both holding her to him in a loving embrace.
“How was your day?” His voice is soft against her ear, the swirl of air causing goosebumps across her skin.
“Better, now.”
His answer is a kiss, placed gently against her ear; she bends her elbows, her hands finding his forearm and giving a squeeze by way of response.
“I’m glad,” he finally answers, placing another kiss against her shoulder.
In her focus on him, she’s missed the fact that he’s brought a bottle of wine and two glasses with him into the room. He releases her, turning, pouring out liquid cold enough to cause condensation where it rests against the glass. He carefully sets the bottle down and hands her a glass; she takes it, turning to look at him.
She arches an eyebrow; he merely smiles and clinks his glass against hers. “Slainte,” he says, taking a slow sip, his eyes never leaving hers.
She takes a sip as well, confused but trusting. “What’s the occasion?”
He gives her a lazy grin. “Do we need one? Night alone, you and I…”
“But you only arranged for Lucy to stay with Mum and Dad just this afternoon.”
“Maybe I wanted to ravish you, immediately.”
“Having Lucy here’s never stopped you before.” She grins, taking another sip of her drink.
“That’s as may be,” he concedes. “But tonight, I wanted it to just be us.” He takes a long sip from his glass.
The wine is smoothly sweet, and soon they are both rosy-cheeked and feeling a bit tipsy. The water has cooled, and she can see the pads of her fingers shriveling as the fresh water leaches salt out of her skin; but she is in no hurry to leave the bath.
She tilts her head back, looking at Peter; he gazes down at her, tipsiness gracing him with a permanent smile.
“’S lovely,” she says. “Bein’ here with you.”
He lets out a soft sigh, his breath cool against her damp hair. “Been offered a promotion,” he says, suddenly.
Rose turns, surprised, looking up at him. He looks younger, looks terrified actually. “Have you?”
“Aye.”
“I can’t think of anyone more deserving.”
And she can’t.
Author: jlrpuck
Rating: Teen
Characters: Rose Tyler/Peter Carlisle
Summary: Rose and Peter both have a night off from parenting
Authors Notes: This is actually a hexadrabble-six drabbles folded into one, at the request of sassy_lion, who won my services through bidding over at Support Stacie. I figured I'd post it tonight...well, because I could, really.
Thank you to earlgreytea68 for the beta--and happy holidays to everyone celebrating them.
A Candle Thing
Candles illuminate the way as she opens the door, flickering lights dancing down the hall and up the stairs. Rose smiles, hanging her keys, setting down her purse, shedding her shoes and stockings. Lucy is at her grandmother’s for the evening, and she and her husband have the entire night alone.
She follows the path set out by the candles’ dancing glow, the shadows shifting as she moves; the trail leads to the first storey, and then to the bathroom. The room is lit only by the small flames; the glow is golden, and shows her her husband, relaxing in the bath.
The water is clear and hot, his naked body visible beneath the almost-smooth surface of the water. He smiles as she enters, teeth and eyes both reflecting back light, and she smiles in return, unbuttoning her blouse.
“Home early, then?”
“Lucky day.”
“Isn’t it just?”
The blouse falls to the floor with a soft whisper, and is soon joined by her skirt, her bra, and her knickers. She pauses only long enough to find something with which to pull up her hair, and then she is stepping into the water, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth slowly surrounds her.
Peter has made room for her between his legs, and she leans back against his body. His hands move through the water, one arm crossing her abdomen, the other her shoulders, both holding her to him in a loving embrace.
“How was your day?” His voice is soft against her ear, the swirl of air causing goosebumps across her skin.
“Better, now.”
His answer is a kiss, placed gently against her ear; she bends her elbows, her hands finding his forearm and giving a squeeze by way of response.
“I’m glad,” he finally answers, placing another kiss against her shoulder.
In her focus on him, she’s missed the fact that he’s brought a bottle of wine and two glasses with him into the room. He releases her, turning, pouring out liquid cold enough to cause condensation where it rests against the glass. He carefully sets the bottle down and hands her a glass; she takes it, turning to look at him.
She arches an eyebrow; he merely smiles and clinks his glass against hers. “Slainte,” he says, taking a slow sip, his eyes never leaving hers.
She takes a sip as well, confused but trusting. “What’s the occasion?”
He gives her a lazy grin. “Do we need one? Night alone, you and I…”
“But you only arranged for Lucy to stay with Mum and Dad just this afternoon.”
“Maybe I wanted to ravish you, immediately.”
“Having Lucy here’s never stopped you before.” She grins, taking another sip of her drink.
“That’s as may be,” he concedes. “But tonight, I wanted it to just be us.” He takes a long sip from his glass.
The wine is smoothly sweet, and soon they are both rosy-cheeked and feeling a bit tipsy. The water has cooled, and she can see the pads of her fingers shriveling as the fresh water leaches salt out of her skin; but she is in no hurry to leave the bath.
She tilts her head back, looking at Peter; he gazes down at her, tipsiness gracing him with a permanent smile.
“’S lovely,” she says. “Bein’ here with you.”
He lets out a soft sigh, his breath cool against her damp hair. “Been offered a promotion,” he says, suddenly.
Rose turns, surprised, looking up at him. He looks younger, looks terrified actually. “Have you?”
“Aye.”
“I can’t think of anyone more deserving.”
And she can’t.