Fic: The Next Step
Title: The Next Step
Author: Shen
Characters: Nine, Rose
Rating: PG
Author's Note: My first drabble, exactly 100 words. Written for the first round of writerinatardis. The prompt was, “The Doctor shows Rose a room in the TARDIS he's never shown anyone before.” I know economy of language isn't my forte, but if you could drop one or two words in review, I'd appreciate it.
He leads her through the amber-lit halls with a genial smile, but his eyes smoulder, glancing back.
“Where are we going?”
“Don't know; never been there.” Her puzzlement only begets a wider grin. Finally, at hall's end, a door. With a giddy flourish at odds with his usual leather-clad gruffness, she is directed inside.
A burgundy duvet on a large bed; lush, cream carpet. Two wardrobes in light, unpainted wood. A hopeful breath, caught.
“What-?”
“Ours.” His satisfied smile, audible.
“Oh.” How to phrase the glee, the love, the amusement at such domesticity?
“Shall we break it in?”
Author: Shen
Characters: Nine, Rose
Rating: PG
Author's Note: My first drabble, exactly 100 words. Written for the first round of writerinatardis. The prompt was, “The Doctor shows Rose a room in the TARDIS he's never shown anyone before.” I know economy of language isn't my forte, but if you could drop one or two words in review, I'd appreciate it.
He leads her through the amber-lit halls with a genial smile, but his eyes smoulder, glancing back.
“Where are we going?”
“Don't know; never been there.” Her puzzlement only begets a wider grin. Finally, at hall's end, a door. With a giddy flourish at odds with his usual leather-clad gruffness, she is directed inside.
A burgundy duvet on a large bed; lush, cream carpet. Two wardrobes in light, unpainted wood. A hopeful breath, caught.
“What-?”
“Ours.” His satisfied smile, audible.
“Oh.” How to phrase the glee, the love, the amusement at such domesticity?
“Shall we break it in?”