Support Stacie Fic -- "White Dress Under Bar Lights" for 4ensicbones
Title: White Dress Under Bar Lights
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose
Rating: Adri approved (Older Teen)
Explanation: 4ensicbones bid on one of my 1000-word set price fics and requested a fic inspired by the song "Sometime Around Midnight" by Airborne Toxic Event
Summary: A series of vignettes, based around the times Rose wore a white dress.
White Dress Under Bar Lights
He's watching her from across the pub. Here she seems different -- surrounded by all of her friends, the people she trusts. Gorgeous in white, she lays a hand on the forearm of her friend Shareen and throws her head back and laughs. It's nothing like the refined laugh of a lady. It comes from her stomach and bubbles up through her throat and he can't help but laugh too. She's drinking a beer, and he knows that if he gave in and kissed her, the alcohol would be yeasty and full on his lips and it might go to his head the way it's gone to hers. He loses himself, briefly, in a fantasy of hands and mouths and lips and that yearning push-pull of desperate mating.
The band is truly awful, it comes to his attention. They seem to be playing two or three different songs at the same time, but the lyrics are passable, urging him to forget himself in the beat and the rhythm of the music -- an idea that might be slightly more attractive if there was an discernible beat, he thinks with a half-smile.
He looks up just as the clock turns to midnight. They've only been in the pub for a short time, but suddenly it feels extremely claustrophobic, domestic, even. He's aware of his pathetic urges -- he's far too old and she's far too young and the people are far too close for him to be thinking these thoughts and staring this deeply into what passes for wine in this part of town.
He touches his arm before he leaves. "See you at home, Rose."
"Aren't you going to stay?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "Have a good time."
He turns before he can see the disappointment in her eyes.
**
She's in white again -- the same dress from a year ago, and they're walking on a beach, heated sand passing between their toes, the heat soothed away by waves of cooler ocean water. Her skin is bronzed and her eyes are painted, and their hands seemed locked together. He doesn't want to pull away, but doesn't imagine that he could if he wanted to.
The wind carries the scent of her to him. Warm, slightly citric, something inherently Rose. It's the perfect aphrodisiac, but it's too soon. Too soon after Reinette and leaving her on the spaceship to fend for herslef with Mickey, far too soon after losing her best friend. It's too much to ask to move this quickly, but he wants something he hasn't wanted this badly in centuries. It's probably wrong, but there's no one around to tell him it's wrong anymore and he doesn't see the point of this endless loneliness anymore.
"Doctor?" Her voice cuts through the shouting his head. "Are you all right?"
"What?" He blinks and looks at her. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."
The sky cracks with lightening and he grins at her. "Run?"
"Absolutely."
**
It's another white dress. Stopping briefly just below her thighs, she's wearing it with impossibly high heels and her hair is piled on top of her head. Gaudy earrings she wears with a hint of a smile hang to her neck, catching the light with all of their cheap sparkles when she turns her head this way and that. He realizes they're not quite so gaudy on her.
They're on Hutrix, a planet known for its dance clubs, and they're celebrating the fact that they can go anywhere they want in the universe. Being tied down, being domesticated, sharing the same cramped quarters... they're more aware of each other than they ever were before, so this time when he watches her, she catches him and her smile turns into a grin, threatening to split her face with its width.
He waves, and picks up their drinks from the bartender. It's an okay vintage, this time, a little too acidic and dry for his taste, but it will have to do.
On the dance floor she's entwined in the arms of a tree, gyrating her hips in time to the pounding beat that's remained in vogue for centuries. Strings soar over the beat, building to some impossible climax, but it's not the man she's dancing with that she's watching. Her eyes are locked on his, the music getting to her as they melt to a chocolate brown of lust.
He swallows what's left of his drink and goes to meet her as the music ends.
Her tongue is peeking out of her lips, and he can tell she knows exactly what she's done to him. Part of him is amused, and part of him hates that she's so able to twist him around her little finger.
"So, back to the TARDIS then?" she asks, smugly.
"Yes." He swings her into his arms and kisses her neck. "After we dance."
**
Jackie's throwing some party. This time there's good music, and nibbles, and good wine. It flows like water from bottles passed around by smartly-dressed waiters. His tuxedo is more than a little uncomfortable, strangling his neck and not sitting quite right. Nothing sits quite right these days, though. He's still waiting for the right smile from Rose, the right indication that everything's going to be all right, but two days after Bad Wolf Bay she's still hesitant, her hand isn't firm in his, their eyes never quite meet.
Jackie sees him and waves, indicating that he should come over and say hi. He squares his shoulders. This is what being human is going to be like, he thinks. Going to horrible parties and pretending to care about the little minutiae of other people's lives, but it would all be all right if he could have Rose at the end of the day.
He makes small talk with Jackie and Pete's friends, avoiding questions about what he does for a living, and where he spent his childhood (bit of this and that; oh, it's far off, you've probably never heard of it... very... rural). All the while he watches the staircase. He's reasonably sure Rose isn't in the room yet, and soon as she's here, he'll feel settled, able to cope with everything going on around him, which he is more than aware is a little bit pathetic.
He's turned away, listening to Dr. Coppenheim makes noises about the advances in string theory, when Rose comes down the steps. He can tell because someone shouts her name from across the room and makes a wolf whistle.
It's a white dress. A bit more decent than the last one he saw her in, but she still glows. Her legs never seem to stop and there's a great expanse of skin showing -- every bit of which he wants to taste.
She sees him and stops, and the grin is finally there. Their eyes finally meet, and when he goes to take her hand, she whispers in his ear, "Ten minutes, just to make Mum happy. Then we run, yeah?"
He can't stop the shout of laughter. "Absolutely."
Author: ladychi
Characters/Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose
Rating: Adri approved (Older Teen)
Explanation: 4ensicbones bid on one of my 1000-word set price fics and requested a fic inspired by the song "Sometime Around Midnight" by Airborne Toxic Event
Summary: A series of vignettes, based around the times Rose wore a white dress.
White Dress Under Bar Lights
He's watching her from across the pub. Here she seems different -- surrounded by all of her friends, the people she trusts. Gorgeous in white, she lays a hand on the forearm of her friend Shareen and throws her head back and laughs. It's nothing like the refined laugh of a lady. It comes from her stomach and bubbles up through her throat and he can't help but laugh too. She's drinking a beer, and he knows that if he gave in and kissed her, the alcohol would be yeasty and full on his lips and it might go to his head the way it's gone to hers. He loses himself, briefly, in a fantasy of hands and mouths and lips and that yearning push-pull of desperate mating.
The band is truly awful, it comes to his attention. They seem to be playing two or three different songs at the same time, but the lyrics are passable, urging him to forget himself in the beat and the rhythm of the music -- an idea that might be slightly more attractive if there was an discernible beat, he thinks with a half-smile.
He looks up just as the clock turns to midnight. They've only been in the pub for a short time, but suddenly it feels extremely claustrophobic, domestic, even. He's aware of his pathetic urges -- he's far too old and she's far too young and the people are far too close for him to be thinking these thoughts and staring this deeply into what passes for wine in this part of town.
He touches his arm before he leaves. "See you at home, Rose."
"Aren't you going to stay?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "Have a good time."
He turns before he can see the disappointment in her eyes.
**
She's in white again -- the same dress from a year ago, and they're walking on a beach, heated sand passing between their toes, the heat soothed away by waves of cooler ocean water. Her skin is bronzed and her eyes are painted, and their hands seemed locked together. He doesn't want to pull away, but doesn't imagine that he could if he wanted to.
The wind carries the scent of her to him. Warm, slightly citric, something inherently Rose. It's the perfect aphrodisiac, but it's too soon. Too soon after Reinette and leaving her on the spaceship to fend for herslef with Mickey, far too soon after losing her best friend. It's too much to ask to move this quickly, but he wants something he hasn't wanted this badly in centuries. It's probably wrong, but there's no one around to tell him it's wrong anymore and he doesn't see the point of this endless loneliness anymore.
"Doctor?" Her voice cuts through the shouting his head. "Are you all right?"
"What?" He blinks and looks at her. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."
The sky cracks with lightening and he grins at her. "Run?"
"Absolutely."
**
It's another white dress. Stopping briefly just below her thighs, she's wearing it with impossibly high heels and her hair is piled on top of her head. Gaudy earrings she wears with a hint of a smile hang to her neck, catching the light with all of their cheap sparkles when she turns her head this way and that. He realizes they're not quite so gaudy on her.
They're on Hutrix, a planet known for its dance clubs, and they're celebrating the fact that they can go anywhere they want in the universe. Being tied down, being domesticated, sharing the same cramped quarters... they're more aware of each other than they ever were before, so this time when he watches her, she catches him and her smile turns into a grin, threatening to split her face with its width.
He waves, and picks up their drinks from the bartender. It's an okay vintage, this time, a little too acidic and dry for his taste, but it will have to do.
On the dance floor she's entwined in the arms of a tree, gyrating her hips in time to the pounding beat that's remained in vogue for centuries. Strings soar over the beat, building to some impossible climax, but it's not the man she's dancing with that she's watching. Her eyes are locked on his, the music getting to her as they melt to a chocolate brown of lust.
He swallows what's left of his drink and goes to meet her as the music ends.
Her tongue is peeking out of her lips, and he can tell she knows exactly what she's done to him. Part of him is amused, and part of him hates that she's so able to twist him around her little finger.
"So, back to the TARDIS then?" she asks, smugly.
"Yes." He swings her into his arms and kisses her neck. "After we dance."
**
Jackie's throwing some party. This time there's good music, and nibbles, and good wine. It flows like water from bottles passed around by smartly-dressed waiters. His tuxedo is more than a little uncomfortable, strangling his neck and not sitting quite right. Nothing sits quite right these days, though. He's still waiting for the right smile from Rose, the right indication that everything's going to be all right, but two days after Bad Wolf Bay she's still hesitant, her hand isn't firm in his, their eyes never quite meet.
Jackie sees him and waves, indicating that he should come over and say hi. He squares his shoulders. This is what being human is going to be like, he thinks. Going to horrible parties and pretending to care about the little minutiae of other people's lives, but it would all be all right if he could have Rose at the end of the day.
He makes small talk with Jackie and Pete's friends, avoiding questions about what he does for a living, and where he spent his childhood (bit of this and that; oh, it's far off, you've probably never heard of it... very... rural). All the while he watches the staircase. He's reasonably sure Rose isn't in the room yet, and soon as she's here, he'll feel settled, able to cope with everything going on around him, which he is more than aware is a little bit pathetic.
He's turned away, listening to Dr. Coppenheim makes noises about the advances in string theory, when Rose comes down the steps. He can tell because someone shouts her name from across the room and makes a wolf whistle.
It's a white dress. A bit more decent than the last one he saw her in, but she still glows. Her legs never seem to stop and there's a great expanse of skin showing -- every bit of which he wants to taste.
She sees him and stops, and the grin is finally there. Their eyes finally meet, and when he goes to take her hand, she whispers in his ear, "Ten minutes, just to make Mum happy. Then we run, yeah?"
He can't stop the shout of laughter. "Absolutely."