5 Cliches That Didn't Work, and 1 That Did (chapter 5)
Title: 5 Clichés That Didn't Work, and 1 That Did (5/6)
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Humor, romance
Summary: Rose and the Doctor trample through the clichés.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: Thanks to momdaegmorgan for beta-ing and the words for the title of this chapter.
The Doctor popped up from the lower workings of the TARDIS, wiping his hands on a rag covered in oil, grease, and E'ren'on among other things he couldn't immediately identify. He glanced down at his hands, seeing they were no cleaner for it, and shrugged. He'd planned on showering before making love to Rose anyway, especially now, after being ensconced in the lower areas of the console for so long.
Or they could shower together.
Interest peaked, he imagined a wet, soapy Rose, lathered and dripping under his hands. And he had that edible soap because, well, he liked to taste things, didn't he? And that first taste of the soap he'd used with his last body had been enough to send him straight to the sixty-second century where edible soap was all the rage.
He'd got a few looks as he made his purchases. A bit like he looked now, he thought, picturing Rose naked and covered in edible soap, just begging to be licked off.
Oh.
Excitement shot through him and he planted his hands on either side of the metal grating, dragging himself free. Sitting on the edge, he ducked down and glanced at Rose. She was sitting on the floor, a bottle of E'ren'on in her hands, titling it this way and that, sloshing the red liquid from end to end.
Grinning, he jumped up and held a hand out, grabbing hers when she reached out to him. He pulled her upwards and headed toward the interior of the--
He was dragged to a halt when she didn't move.
She wasn't standing up. She was still sitting. Her arm had moved with him, but she was still seated, only now her arm was crossed over toward him.
Impatient for her and the soap, he gestured in the general direction of his room. "All done, TARDIS is fixed, we're not gonna die, let's go have sex." Not the smoothest line in the universe, but he was about to burst from the frustration of being turned on to the point of exploding and then being denied the only thing he wanted. Rose. Any way he could have her. And he wanted her in just about every way possible.
His lips twisted up. Well, maybe not like the Dur'nomblins. That was just... unnatural.
Rose set her sloshing bottle down and blinked up at him. "No dying... that's-- that's good. I don't wanna die before shagging you at least a hundred times." She paused and chuckled to herself. "Maybe a thousand."
His excitement waned a little, lips turning down slightly. She was slurring.
Looking at her more closely, he groaned to himself. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but he was positive it wasn't from arousal.
She attempted to get up, but fell right back on her bum instead. Glancing at the bottle in front of her as if it were at fault, she planted her free hand on the floor and shoved up. He yanked at the same time, and, as another glass bottle hit the grating, she pushed herself up and he ended up with an armful of Rose.
Her hair was in her face, her skin flushed, eyes dilated.
Bugger!
He wasn't getting his soapy Rose tonight. Glancing down at the bottle, he saw another completely empty one on its side where she'd been sitting.
She pressed her hands against his chest and moved back, shoving at her hair to get it out of her face as she stumbled backward. Her hand reached up to rub her nose as she looked up at him. "Finally," she slurred, swaying on her feet. "Sex." Gesturing to the interior of the TARDIS, she nodded and headed in that direction. "Let's have it."
Grinning despite himself, he followed her and took her hand, turning her down the right hall when she headed left.
She kissed his hand and wrinkled up her nose, pulling it back to look at it. "It's stiny." Her foot tripped over air and he caught her around the waist. Grinning up at him, she leaned close and whispered, as if imparting a great secret. "And I think I'm durnk."
He snickered at her. "I'm stiny and you're durnk?"
She nodded seriously and resumed their path to his room. The Doctor sighed, watching her bum sway back and forth. He wasn't going to be having sex for a few days at the very least.
Chapter 6 - Elvis Stole My Girlfriend
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: Humor, romance
Summary: Rose and the Doctor trample through the clichés.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: Thanks to momdaegmorgan for beta-ing and the words for the title of this chapter.
The Doctor popped up from the lower workings of the TARDIS, wiping his hands on a rag covered in oil, grease, and E'ren'on among other things he couldn't immediately identify. He glanced down at his hands, seeing they were no cleaner for it, and shrugged. He'd planned on showering before making love to Rose anyway, especially now, after being ensconced in the lower areas of the console for so long.
Or they could shower together.
Interest peaked, he imagined a wet, soapy Rose, lathered and dripping under his hands. And he had that edible soap because, well, he liked to taste things, didn't he? And that first taste of the soap he'd used with his last body had been enough to send him straight to the sixty-second century where edible soap was all the rage.
He'd got a few looks as he made his purchases. A bit like he looked now, he thought, picturing Rose naked and covered in edible soap, just begging to be licked off.
Oh.
Excitement shot through him and he planted his hands on either side of the metal grating, dragging himself free. Sitting on the edge, he ducked down and glanced at Rose. She was sitting on the floor, a bottle of E'ren'on in her hands, titling it this way and that, sloshing the red liquid from end to end.
Grinning, he jumped up and held a hand out, grabbing hers when she reached out to him. He pulled her upwards and headed toward the interior of the--
He was dragged to a halt when she didn't move.
She wasn't standing up. She was still sitting. Her arm had moved with him, but she was still seated, only now her arm was crossed over toward him.
Impatient for her and the soap, he gestured in the general direction of his room. "All done, TARDIS is fixed, we're not gonna die, let's go have sex." Not the smoothest line in the universe, but he was about to burst from the frustration of being turned on to the point of exploding and then being denied the only thing he wanted. Rose. Any way he could have her. And he wanted her in just about every way possible.
His lips twisted up. Well, maybe not like the Dur'nomblins. That was just... unnatural.
Rose set her sloshing bottle down and blinked up at him. "No dying... that's-- that's good. I don't wanna die before shagging you at least a hundred times." She paused and chuckled to herself. "Maybe a thousand."
His excitement waned a little, lips turning down slightly. She was slurring.
Looking at her more closely, he groaned to himself. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, but he was positive it wasn't from arousal.
She attempted to get up, but fell right back on her bum instead. Glancing at the bottle in front of her as if it were at fault, she planted her free hand on the floor and shoved up. He yanked at the same time, and, as another glass bottle hit the grating, she pushed herself up and he ended up with an armful of Rose.
Her hair was in her face, her skin flushed, eyes dilated.
Bugger!
He wasn't getting his soapy Rose tonight. Glancing down at the bottle, he saw another completely empty one on its side where she'd been sitting.
She pressed her hands against his chest and moved back, shoving at her hair to get it out of her face as she stumbled backward. Her hand reached up to rub her nose as she looked up at him. "Finally," she slurred, swaying on her feet. "Sex." Gesturing to the interior of the TARDIS, she nodded and headed in that direction. "Let's have it."
Grinning despite himself, he followed her and took her hand, turning her down the right hall when she headed left.
She kissed his hand and wrinkled up her nose, pulling it back to look at it. "It's stiny." Her foot tripped over air and he caught her around the waist. Grinning up at him, she leaned close and whispered, as if imparting a great secret. "And I think I'm durnk."
He snickered at her. "I'm stiny and you're durnk?"
She nodded seriously and resumed their path to his room. The Doctor sighed, watching her bum sway back and forth. He wasn't going to be having sex for a few days at the very least.
Chapter 6 - Elvis Stole My Girlfriend