Frustration part one
Fic: Frustration part one
Pairing:10/Rose
Rating:NC-17
Control, something that was so hard to maintain whenever she was around. Tight shirts and the ever present knickers rising above the waist of her jeans, not just the normal ones either but rather the soft damn things that he just wanted to tear off her. Clueless, he could swear she was clueless of the effect she had on him. No surely not him, a man who had nine-hundred years of mental and bodily control over his horomones; no he couldn't want the slight young bird for anything more than just talk.
Her bloody laugh, the way she smelled. It made him want to fall over her and snog her to hell and back again. No that was too kind for her, too gentlemanly. He was sick of being gentlemanly around her; he wanted to tell her straight off how he felt but if only it was that easy.
There came a knock at the plating propped up against the TARDIS navigation consol, which broke him out of his revery. The sonic screwdriver fell out of his hand as he sat up suddenly, hitting his head rather hard.
"Bloody hell!" He cursed as he brought his left hand up to inspect the bruise.
"Doctor?" Rose's voice came to him as he climbed from the small hole into the bright light of the control room.
Looking at her he was taken for a bit at the sight of her, there she stood a vision in a red flowing peasant dress that she had begged him for yesterday; on an impromptu trip to Renaissance Florence, Italy around 1430 A.D. His breath caught and the rather annoyed pique that he felt died as his hearts began to pound with a rush of blood not to his head but rather to his traitorous wicked anatomy.
"Rose..." He stuttered her name.
"Doctor? What do you think, do you like it?" She asked as she twirled around.
"Like?" He asked rather dimly.
"The dress silly, do you like the dress?"
"Oh yes! Right the dress, it's lovely on you... really Rose."
"Just lovely Doctor? I would have thought you'd like it a bit more considering how you looked at it yesterday."
Oh was he ever in a bind now,she had caught him staring at the dress, no doubt thinking him strange for it. Imagining how to get Rose out of that succulent dress and onto his sheets; well lets just say that one didn't like their object of lust to catch them in the act of a day dream. Especially not if that one happened to be dignified as he was.
Pairing:10/Rose
Rating:NC-17
Control, something that was so hard to maintain whenever she was around. Tight shirts and the ever present knickers rising above the waist of her jeans, not just the normal ones either but rather the soft damn things that he just wanted to tear off her. Clueless, he could swear she was clueless of the effect she had on him. No surely not him, a man who had nine-hundred years of mental and bodily control over his horomones; no he couldn't want the slight young bird for anything more than just talk.
Her bloody laugh, the way she smelled. It made him want to fall over her and snog her to hell and back again. No that was too kind for her, too gentlemanly. He was sick of being gentlemanly around her; he wanted to tell her straight off how he felt but if only it was that easy.
There came a knock at the plating propped up against the TARDIS navigation consol, which broke him out of his revery. The sonic screwdriver fell out of his hand as he sat up suddenly, hitting his head rather hard.
"Bloody hell!" He cursed as he brought his left hand up to inspect the bruise.
"Doctor?" Rose's voice came to him as he climbed from the small hole into the bright light of the control room.
Looking at her he was taken for a bit at the sight of her, there she stood a vision in a red flowing peasant dress that she had begged him for yesterday; on an impromptu trip to Renaissance Florence, Italy around 1430 A.D. His breath caught and the rather annoyed pique that he felt died as his hearts began to pound with a rush of blood not to his head but rather to his traitorous wicked anatomy.
"Rose..." He stuttered her name.
"Doctor? What do you think, do you like it?" She asked as she twirled around.
"Like?" He asked rather dimly.
"The dress silly, do you like the dress?"
"Oh yes! Right the dress, it's lovely on you... really Rose."
"Just lovely Doctor? I would have thought you'd like it a bit more considering how you looked at it yesterday."
Oh was he ever in a bind now,she had caught him staring at the dress, no doubt thinking him strange for it. Imagining how to get Rose out of that succulent dress and onto his sheets; well lets just say that one didn't like their object of lust to catch them in the act of a day dream. Especially not if that one happened to be dignified as he was.