Fic: The Smut We Don't See 5/?
Characters: Nine/Rose
Genre: Humor/Smut
Rating: NC17 for now
A/N: I am REALLY, REALLY sorry about this. It came into my mind earlier, set me giggling, and wont let me go. It's a look at the episodes/stories of season one, and the possible smut opportunities therein. It will be laced with humour, and as the chapters go on; smut. You have been warned. And yes, before you ask, I do have a very warped mind........
Chapter Five: The Aliens of London/World War Three part 2
It was a complete cock up. Rose wanted to go back and see her mum, pick up some clothes and other 'items', tell her she was going travelling for a while, quick cup of tea and off into the sunset they would go again.
Easy peasy.
Or maybe not. Unfortunately, for humans who live their lives in the blink of an eye, twelve months was nothing like twelve hours. He knew that, he really did. But somehow the TARDIS had got a little confused and had got the time period a little wrong. Still she got the twelve part right.
Then he had had to lie through his teeth to an officer of the law. Thank Rassilion Rose wasn't eighteen months younger or he would have ended up locked up in some cells for the foreseeable future. Again. He didn't want to have to talk his way out of that sort of thing. Again.
Then he had got slapped. By her Mother. Nine hundred bloody years and he had never been slapped. Punched yes, kicked in the nether regions a couple of times by an irate parent of another young female 'companion' of his a few centuries ago. But never slapped. Honestly, he thought to himself, what is it with families? Why do they all think I am a dirty old man? Nine hundred really is just about middle aged for a Gallifreyan......
They were sat upon the roof. Jackie, once she had calmed down from her accusations of 'dirty old man' and 'corrupting influence on Rose' (to which the Doctor had given a rather wry smile, and received another slap for his troubles) had gone on and phoned half the Powell estate to inform them of Rose's return. Of course they had all turned up and things had got very......... domestic. So the Doctor and Rose had slipped out to get some fresh air. She had taken him to the roof of the flats, somewhere she had spent more than her fair share of evenings with Mickey, and/or Jimmy Stone.
She had felt dreadful, so had he. Twelve whole months had gone by. She was a little scared he would want to go without her; he was a little worried that she might want to stay home. Though neither voiced it. Instead they did what they usually did when the got a quiet moment to themselves in the middle of a crisis; they had sex.
~~~~~~~~~~
He gave her a key the TARDIS. It was official now, no going back. Rose smiled to herself as she made her way back indoors. No matter what happened here, she had got her escape route; the Doctor wasn't leaving her behind.
~~~~~~~~~
He was an idiot, he was sure of it. He could have kept it all casual, no strings attached, just a fling, take her round the universe and back, show her a few supernova then bring her home but no, he had to go and fall in love with her.
And now they were trapped; no way out. Well apart from one and he didn't want to have to take that one, but he had no choice.
'Save the world but lose you'; he knew he was going to regret saying those words even as they slipped out of his mouth. But it was true, Rose Tyler had got to him, and he'd fallen faster, harder and deeper than he had ever fallen in his entire life.
But he did it anyway, with her blessing. There was something about this Rose Tyler, her implicit trust in him, her faith. He wasn't sure how, but she had got to his very core and he knew he had found someone very special in her. And so, rolling around in the cupboard, a situation that for once didn't involve them losing their clothing (though Rose did give him a sly grin and mutter something about 'did the earth move for him too?'), he made the decision that if they got out of this alive, he was going to take her somewhere very special to make up for this; well as long as it didn't involve dancing or hyper vodkas. He did however have a rather nice nebula in mind...
Genre: Humor/Smut
Rating: NC17 for now
A/N: I am REALLY, REALLY sorry about this. It came into my mind earlier, set me giggling, and wont let me go. It's a look at the episodes/stories of season one, and the possible smut opportunities therein. It will be laced with humour, and as the chapters go on; smut. You have been warned. And yes, before you ask, I do have a very warped mind........
Chapter Five: The Aliens of London/World War Three part 2
It was a complete cock up. Rose wanted to go back and see her mum, pick up some clothes and other 'items', tell her she was going travelling for a while, quick cup of tea and off into the sunset they would go again.
Easy peasy.
Or maybe not. Unfortunately, for humans who live their lives in the blink of an eye, twelve months was nothing like twelve hours. He knew that, he really did. But somehow the TARDIS had got a little confused and had got the time period a little wrong. Still she got the twelve part right.
Then he had had to lie through his teeth to an officer of the law. Thank Rassilion Rose wasn't eighteen months younger or he would have ended up locked up in some cells for the foreseeable future. Again. He didn't want to have to talk his way out of that sort of thing. Again.
Then he had got slapped. By her Mother. Nine hundred bloody years and he had never been slapped. Punched yes, kicked in the nether regions a couple of times by an irate parent of another young female 'companion' of his a few centuries ago. But never slapped. Honestly, he thought to himself, what is it with families? Why do they all think I am a dirty old man? Nine hundred really is just about middle aged for a Gallifreyan......
They were sat upon the roof. Jackie, once she had calmed down from her accusations of 'dirty old man' and 'corrupting influence on Rose' (to which the Doctor had given a rather wry smile, and received another slap for his troubles) had gone on and phoned half the Powell estate to inform them of Rose's return. Of course they had all turned up and things had got very......... domestic. So the Doctor and Rose had slipped out to get some fresh air. She had taken him to the roof of the flats, somewhere she had spent more than her fair share of evenings with Mickey, and/or Jimmy Stone.
She had felt dreadful, so had he. Twelve whole months had gone by. She was a little scared he would want to go without her; he was a little worried that she might want to stay home. Though neither voiced it. Instead they did what they usually did when the got a quiet moment to themselves in the middle of a crisis; they had sex.
~~~~~~~~~~
He gave her a key the TARDIS. It was official now, no going back. Rose smiled to herself as she made her way back indoors. No matter what happened here, she had got her escape route; the Doctor wasn't leaving her behind.
~~~~~~~~~
He was an idiot, he was sure of it. He could have kept it all casual, no strings attached, just a fling, take her round the universe and back, show her a few supernova then bring her home but no, he had to go and fall in love with her.
And now they were trapped; no way out. Well apart from one and he didn't want to have to take that one, but he had no choice.
'Save the world but lose you'; he knew he was going to regret saying those words even as they slipped out of his mouth. But it was true, Rose Tyler had got to him, and he'd fallen faster, harder and deeper than he had ever fallen in his entire life.
But he did it anyway, with her blessing. There was something about this Rose Tyler, her implicit trust in him, her faith. He wasn't sure how, but she had got to his very core and he knew he had found someone very special in her. And so, rolling around in the cupboard, a situation that for once didn't involve them losing their clothing (though Rose did give him a sly grin and mutter something about 'did the earth move for him too?'), he made the decision that if they got out of this alive, he was going to take her somewhere very special to make up for this; well as long as it didn't involve dancing or hyper vodkas. He did however have a rather nice nebula in mind...