A Hole With A Door, 1/1
Title: A Hole With A Door
Pairings: 9/Rose
Rating: T+
Warnings: Innuendos
Summary: Cupboards aren't conducive to moving. But they can stimulate interesting conversations.
A/N: Written for the 2011 Holiday Fixathon. mrv3000 wanted Doctor/Rose cupboard related shenanigans. I obliged :)
There was no beta for this, so I apologize for any errors.
There was a saying on Earth that went ‘good things come in small packages’.
Clearly, whoever coined the phrase had never been the thing in said small package.
The cupboard wasn’t even fit to be called as such; it was more of a hole, which so happened to have a door attached. There was barely enough room for him, and since Rose was squished in uncomfortably with him practically diagonal, all breathing space was nonexistent.
“This is your fault,” Rose muttered.
“I wasn’t the one who touched the sacred pet,” he hissed.
Rose attempted to glare at him, but only got an eyeful of leather-clad shoulder. “How was I supposed to know that border collies were sacred here? You’re the one who didn’t tell me!”
“And I told you to keep your hands to yourself. Now we’re stuck in a hole-with-a-door for the next hour until the guards finally decide to leave this area alone so we can get back to the TARDIS.” He replied, and winced when her movement jabbed her elbow into his ribcage. He retaliated by shoving her hair in her face when he moved his arm to regain sensation, but knocked his head against the low light in the process. Rose smirked, and he frowned.
They were silent as a guard marched past, and finally Rose mused, “Ya know, in all those romance novels, cupboards were the perfect place for a secret tryst. The reality isn’t that convenient.”
The Doctor snorted, wiggling a bit to the left to avoid an object that was digging into his back. “I like space to move, meself. Cramped quarters aren’t conducive to taking one’s time, and while a race to the finish can be exciting, working towards a satisfying conclusion is much better.” He wiggled a bit more, twisting as he went, and let out a sigh as the position proved to be marginally more comfortable.
However, it also meant he wasn’t able to see Rose’s expression. Therefore, her reply caught him off guard.
“Oh, really?” she asked coyly. “And what type of conclusion might that be?”
The words were innocent enough, but her tone and the way she pressed up against him made her meaning absolutely clear.
Stubborn git that he was, he feigned ignorance. “Any, really- Solving a difficult problem, saving another world, completing a crossword puzzle, outsmarting a foe, physical exercise.”
Oh, stars. He hadn’t meant to include that last bit.
He could nearly hear Rose’s smirk. “Oh, really? What type of exercise might that be? Running?”
“Yeah. Why, you got something in mind, Rose Tyler?”
She was very, very close now. “Maybe. Depends on what you’re thinking.”
Another guard walked past, and the Doctor silently thanked whoever it was on the other side of the door. This conversation had definitely thrown him for a loop; then again, Rose had been a bit friskier since Cardiff. He supposed being faced with zombies while trapped in a cellar skewed one’s priorities.
The brief interlude was all it took for him to get his head back on straight. Rose Tyler may have won that round, but he was going to win the war.
He tried not to think to hard of what the outcome would be, lest he give in right then and there.
“What do you want me to think?” He replied once the footsteps had faded. He shifted to see her easier. “Big head, me. I can be thinking of a lot of things.”
She did that smile- the smile that did funny things to his insides, things that shouldn’t be normal or even healthy- and shot back, “Which head is that, then?”
Ooooh, he walked right into that one. “The one up here, of course. Only part of me with a brain and capable of thought.” He could still save this conversation, if he thought quickly. Then again, maybe he didn’t want to. This had been building for a while now, and he wanted to see how it ended. Curiosity killed him every time.
Rose seemed to be enjoying herself. “Oh, I see. Of course. Silly of me.” She hesitated for the perfect space of time, then- “Not that you use it.”
“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a male. You never stop to think. Maybe you should use your head a bit more, and we wouldn’t be having this problem.” She grinned cheekily up at him, and he had to puzzle out her meaning. Well, there were two; but which one should he act upon? And was this really the right time to do so?
He regarded her. There really wasn’t much room for maneuvering, and there was still that uncomfortable piece of metal digging into his back. This hole-with-a-door was also musty, and not very well insulated, and though it meant they could hear the guards coming and going- who were appearing at further and further intervals apart, so it would be safe shortly- it also meant the guards could hear them. Not worth it here, then.
But, on the TARDIS…
The Doctor knew how to play dirty. And if Rose Tyler wanted dirty, he’d show her dirty.
He smiled slowly, inwardly smug at the flash of surprise in her eyes. “I use it all the time. Console room, kitchen, bedroom…”- her eyes flashed at that - “alien worlds, even in life and death situations. You’re either not there to notice, or otherwise distracted.”
“Maybe next time,” she purred, “You can invite me so I won’t have to wonder.”
He leaned marginally closer. “Maybe next time,” he murmured, “I’ll let you watch.”
There was no mistaking her shiver.
Outside their hole, a shout came from down the hallway- the all clear. Grinning, the Doctor reached around Rose and opened the door, and they all but fell through the opening trying to get out. Rose, he noticed, was still twined around him, and he couldn’t bring himself to let go of her, either. “The TARDIS,” he replied, “Is five miles outside the castle. Think you can manage?”
She shot him a flirtatious wink as she untangled herself from his embrace. “What’s in it for me?”
He whispered in her ear.
Eyes widening, Rose grabbed his hand, and all but dragged him down the hallway. Laughing, he easily caught up with her, threw the door open, and walked directly into the patrol.
Both sides regarded each other for a surprised second. Then he beamed down at her.
“Run?” she asked.
“Run,” he agreed.
They spun around and dashed off, the angry guards behind them. As they passed the tiny hole-with-a-door, the Doctor sent it a tiny salute. Good things did come in small packages, but better things came to those who wait. The Doctor didn’t need the ability to read timelines to know that things would be much, much better once they arrived back at the TARDIS.
So long as they were together, they always would be.
Pairings: 9/Rose
Rating: T+
Warnings: Innuendos
Summary: Cupboards aren't conducive to moving. But they can stimulate interesting conversations.
A/N: Written for the 2011 Holiday Fixathon. mrv3000 wanted Doctor/Rose cupboard related shenanigans. I obliged :)
There was no beta for this, so I apologize for any errors.
There was a saying on Earth that went ‘good things come in small packages’.
Clearly, whoever coined the phrase had never been the thing in said small package.
The cupboard wasn’t even fit to be called as such; it was more of a hole, which so happened to have a door attached. There was barely enough room for him, and since Rose was squished in uncomfortably with him practically diagonal, all breathing space was nonexistent.
“This is your fault,” Rose muttered.
“I wasn’t the one who touched the sacred pet,” he hissed.
Rose attempted to glare at him, but only got an eyeful of leather-clad shoulder. “How was I supposed to know that border collies were sacred here? You’re the one who didn’t tell me!”
“And I told you to keep your hands to yourself. Now we’re stuck in a hole-with-a-door for the next hour until the guards finally decide to leave this area alone so we can get back to the TARDIS.” He replied, and winced when her movement jabbed her elbow into his ribcage. He retaliated by shoving her hair in her face when he moved his arm to regain sensation, but knocked his head against the low light in the process. Rose smirked, and he frowned.
They were silent as a guard marched past, and finally Rose mused, “Ya know, in all those romance novels, cupboards were the perfect place for a secret tryst. The reality isn’t that convenient.”
The Doctor snorted, wiggling a bit to the left to avoid an object that was digging into his back. “I like space to move, meself. Cramped quarters aren’t conducive to taking one’s time, and while a race to the finish can be exciting, working towards a satisfying conclusion is much better.” He wiggled a bit more, twisting as he went, and let out a sigh as the position proved to be marginally more comfortable.
However, it also meant he wasn’t able to see Rose’s expression. Therefore, her reply caught him off guard.
“Oh, really?” she asked coyly. “And what type of conclusion might that be?”
The words were innocent enough, but her tone and the way she pressed up against him made her meaning absolutely clear.
Stubborn git that he was, he feigned ignorance. “Any, really- Solving a difficult problem, saving another world, completing a crossword puzzle, outsmarting a foe, physical exercise.”
Oh, stars. He hadn’t meant to include that last bit.
He could nearly hear Rose’s smirk. “Oh, really? What type of exercise might that be? Running?”
“Yeah. Why, you got something in mind, Rose Tyler?”
She was very, very close now. “Maybe. Depends on what you’re thinking.”
Another guard walked past, and the Doctor silently thanked whoever it was on the other side of the door. This conversation had definitely thrown him for a loop; then again, Rose had been a bit friskier since Cardiff. He supposed being faced with zombies while trapped in a cellar skewed one’s priorities.
The brief interlude was all it took for him to get his head back on straight. Rose Tyler may have won that round, but he was going to win the war.
He tried not to think to hard of what the outcome would be, lest he give in right then and there.
“What do you want me to think?” He replied once the footsteps had faded. He shifted to see her easier. “Big head, me. I can be thinking of a lot of things.”
She did that smile- the smile that did funny things to his insides, things that shouldn’t be normal or even healthy- and shot back, “Which head is that, then?”
Ooooh, he walked right into that one. “The one up here, of course. Only part of me with a brain and capable of thought.” He could still save this conversation, if he thought quickly. Then again, maybe he didn’t want to. This had been building for a while now, and he wanted to see how it ended. Curiosity killed him every time.
Rose seemed to be enjoying herself. “Oh, I see. Of course. Silly of me.” She hesitated for the perfect space of time, then- “Not that you use it.”
“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a male. You never stop to think. Maybe you should use your head a bit more, and we wouldn’t be having this problem.” She grinned cheekily up at him, and he had to puzzle out her meaning. Well, there were two; but which one should he act upon? And was this really the right time to do so?
He regarded her. There really wasn’t much room for maneuvering, and there was still that uncomfortable piece of metal digging into his back. This hole-with-a-door was also musty, and not very well insulated, and though it meant they could hear the guards coming and going- who were appearing at further and further intervals apart, so it would be safe shortly- it also meant the guards could hear them. Not worth it here, then.
But, on the TARDIS…
The Doctor knew how to play dirty. And if Rose Tyler wanted dirty, he’d show her dirty.
He smiled slowly, inwardly smug at the flash of surprise in her eyes. “I use it all the time. Console room, kitchen, bedroom…”- her eyes flashed at that - “alien worlds, even in life and death situations. You’re either not there to notice, or otherwise distracted.”
“Maybe next time,” she purred, “You can invite me so I won’t have to wonder.”
He leaned marginally closer. “Maybe next time,” he murmured, “I’ll let you watch.”
There was no mistaking her shiver.
Outside their hole, a shout came from down the hallway- the all clear. Grinning, the Doctor reached around Rose and opened the door, and they all but fell through the opening trying to get out. Rose, he noticed, was still twined around him, and he couldn’t bring himself to let go of her, either. “The TARDIS,” he replied, “Is five miles outside the castle. Think you can manage?”
She shot him a flirtatious wink as she untangled herself from his embrace. “What’s in it for me?”
He whispered in her ear.
Eyes widening, Rose grabbed his hand, and all but dragged him down the hallway. Laughing, he easily caught up with her, threw the door open, and walked directly into the patrol.
Both sides regarded each other for a surprised second. Then he beamed down at her.
“Run?” she asked.
“Run,” he agreed.
They spun around and dashed off, the angry guards behind them. As they passed the tiny hole-with-a-door, the Doctor sent it a tiny salute. Good things did come in small packages, but better things came to those who wait. The Doctor didn’t need the ability to read timelines to know that things would be much, much better once they arrived back at the TARDIS.
So long as they were together, they always would be.