The night of the 1948 Vienna Opera Ball was excessively decadent, as was one Rose Tyler.
His breath was sufficiently taken away at first sight of her, a vision in puffy cream silk and bows, blonde curls falling from her head and tickling her shoulders, which were naked and a apple too ripe to resist. Her squeal at his own attire snapped him out of his reverie and he let her marvel at the look of him in white tie and tails. They walked to the ball from their close by hotel, which she insisted on them getting because she wanted to sleep beneath the 1948 sky as well.
When they arrived, he made it a point to watch her as she feasted her eyes on the beauty of the room. He turned away all drinks offered to him, as her wide eyes and grinning smile were all he needed to feel high.
His hand was offered and accepted, just like always, as they stepped onto the dance floor.
"You know what they say about a man who can dance well." The lights of the ballroom twinkled in her eyes like stars as she peered up at him, teasing through her dark lashes. The blush in her cheeks could be mistaken for embarrassment but he knew better, knew it was the champagne she couldn't resist because it was so bubbly and danced across her tongue.
"Are you being cheeky, Rose Tyler?" He gripped the side of her waist tighter, smooth and curved and perfect beneath his palm and the bodice of her gown of which the bottom dusted the marble floor with each sway and step they took.
Her laugh drew looks and whispers and he held her closer to his chest, feeling the soft, inviting press of her breasts through his formal jacket. "Anyhow, it's all true." His voice rumbled against her ear and made her stumble and brace herself in his arms.
They made conversation with politicians and actresses, billionaires and middle class everymen. All of the men, and some of the women, undressed her with their eyes but it was his hand, a steady guard on the small of her back, that kept them thinking twice.
They danced until her shoes were kicked off, stockinged feet slipping across the floor and letting her skate into his arms with a yelp and a giggle. Until he dipped her one too many times and she came up dizzy headed, tempting him to do it one more time too many with her hand pulling at the back of his neck. Until her lips were bare of lip color and his tie was left streaked a tell tale pink. Until the sun threatened to rise and her bare shoulders began to tease and taunt, muscles sliding beneath skin and drawing his gaze downward. They made their way back to their hotel in the early dawn of the Vienna sky, pink and soft like he thought her lips might be. The pavement both warm in the sun rays and cool in the shade beneath her bare feet, and his hand just warm enough like usual against her palm.
By the time they made it to the hall outside their doors, her hair was loose and sweet smelling brushed across his cheek as they hugged goodnight. And he held her in his arms like she was the night they had shared, like once he let go it would be over and though he was used to letting moments go, he wanted to hold onto this one. But his hands slipped from her waist and her arms slid down his chest and he breathed out, chest shaky with apprehension.
"Goodnight, then. Rose." He whispered almost too slight to hear and tried not to stare.
His tie was undone, two strands around his neck that she quickly and suddenly gripped in her knowing hands and tugged toward her.
"S'more like good morning, isn't it, Doctor?" The look in her eyes changed his step and the rest of her lipstick, as fated, was rubbed off against his mouth.
Her hand was offered and accepted, as always, as she stepped backwards into her room followed by the Doctor. And their dance was continued, with less silk and more skin, beyond the early morning.
Omg I decided this would be in past tense and it kind of kicked my ass, creatively. D: ETA: Sry for all the edits bb lol.
Re: Vienna Waits, pgmylittlepwnyApril 24 2009, 03:44:48 UTC
FIRST AND FOREMOST
I've been throwing this prompt around for two billion years, and no one has had the smarts to pick it up, bb. Until you. And I totes wouldn't have it any other way.
SECOND AND NEXTMOST
His hand was offered and accepted, just like always, as they stepped onto the dance floor.
Her hand was offered and accepted, as always, as she stepped backwards into her room followed by the Doctor. And their dance was continued, with less silk and more skin, beyond the early morning.
HELLO PARALLELS. NICE TO SEE YOU THIS EVENING. I love things like this ridiculous amounts; the simple intimacy of their relationship, how it's all at once comfortable and simmering with all the things they never say and the HEAT and LOVE that boil between them is ASTOUNDING and it's all so fucking sweet and aching and beautiful that I could scream and do, sometimes, those special fangirl screams that could be mistaken for pain but never are.
Until the sun threatened to rise and her bare shoulders began to tease and taunt, muscles sliding beneath skin and drawing his gaze downward. They made their way back to their hotel in the early dawn of the Vienna sky, pink and soft like he thought her lips might be.
GORGEOUS OMG. That right there is exactly what I've always wanted from Vienna, when I've prompted; that feeeeel of the city, nestled all snug in the background, behind the feel of the Doctor and Rose doing anything at all (GOING BACK TO THEIR HOTEL ROOM AFTER A VIENNESE OPERA IS ALSO ALWAYS WHAT I HAVE WANTED, IN A MORE SPECIFIC MANNER, TOO, BY THE BY)and he notices her shoulders, Kat, her shoulders! You know how I feel about those.
THIRD AND LASTMOST
Just. I'm at a super lame loss for words right now, to sufficiently praise this and everything else that's popping up around here so wonderfully (like what's popping up in that hotel room, SEXUAL LOL), so you'll have to pretend everything I say is full of pretty and witty things for my sake. I am sensitive about these things when there's FIC I HAVE AlWAYS WANTED around.
Re: Vienna Waits, pgtakethewordsApril 24 2009, 18:54:26 UTC
LOL I AM FINALLY REPLYING BUT YOU KNOW I NEVER KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO YOUR PRAISE.
I HAD TO TRY AND WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU BECAUSE THIS PROMPT IS TOO GOOD TO RESIST AND WHEN I LOOKED UP VIENNA AND SAW THE BIT ABOUT THEIR BALLS (LOL) I WAS STRUCK BY THE INSPIRATION STICK.
You know I love my parallels, bb. They are my bread and butter or something Idk but I quite enjoy them.
Yeah so I basically didn't make it all that Viennaish besides including the opera so I'm glad the feel of the city is still there. Besides in D/R fic it's not like where they are it's what they're doing where they are. lol
Of course he noticed her shoulders, they are all up in his space and teasing him with their sexiness.
The night of the 1948 Vienna Opera Ball was excessively decadent, as was one Rose Tyler.
His breath was sufficiently taken away at first sight of her, a vision in puffy cream silk and bows, blonde curls falling from her head and tickling her shoulders, which were naked and a apple too ripe to resist. Her squeal at his own attire snapped him out of his reverie and he let her marvel at the look of him in white tie and tails. They walked to the ball from their close by hotel, which she insisted on them getting because she wanted to sleep beneath the 1948 sky as well.
When they arrived, he made it a point to watch her as she feasted her eyes on the beauty of the room. He turned away all drinks offered to him, as her wide eyes and grinning smile were all he needed to feel high.
His hand was offered and accepted, just like always, as they stepped onto the dance floor.
"You know what they say about a man who can dance well." The lights of the ballroom twinkled in her eyes like stars as she peered up at him, teasing through her dark lashes. The blush in her cheeks could be mistaken for embarrassment but he knew better, knew it was the champagne she couldn't resist because it was so bubbly and danced across her tongue.
"Are you being cheeky, Rose Tyler?" He gripped the side of her waist tighter, smooth and curved and perfect beneath his palm and the bodice of her gown of which the bottom dusted the marble floor with each sway and step they took.
Her laugh drew looks and whispers and he held her closer to his chest, feeling the soft, inviting press of her breasts through his formal jacket. "Anyhow, it's all true." His voice rumbled against her ear and made her stumble and brace herself in his arms.
They made conversation with politicians and actresses, billionaires and middle class everymen. All of the men, and some of the women, undressed her with their eyes but it was his hand, a steady guard on the small of her back, that kept them thinking twice.
They danced until her shoes were kicked off, stockinged feet slipping across the floor and letting her skate into his arms with a yelp and a giggle. Until he dipped her one too many times and she came up dizzy headed, tempting him to do it one more time too many with her hand pulling at the back of his neck. Until her lips were bare of lip color and his tie was left streaked a tell tale pink. Until the sun threatened to rise and her bare shoulders began to tease and taunt, muscles sliding beneath skin and drawing his gaze downward. They made their way back to their hotel in the early dawn of the Vienna sky, pink and soft like he thought her lips might be. The pavement both warm in the sun rays and cool in the shade beneath her bare feet, and his hand just warm enough like usual against her palm.
By the time they made it to the hall outside their doors, her hair was loose and sweet smelling brushed across his cheek as they hugged goodnight. And he held her in his arms like she was the night they had shared, like once he let go it would be over and though he was used to letting moments go, he wanted to hold onto this one. But his hands slipped from her waist and her arms slid down his chest and he breathed out, chest shaky with apprehension.
"Goodnight, then. Rose." He whispered almost too slight to hear and tried not to stare.
His tie was undone, two strands around his neck that she quickly and suddenly gripped in her knowing hands and tugged toward her.
"S'more like good morning, isn't it, Doctor?" The look in her eyes changed his step and the rest of her lipstick, as fated, was rubbed off against his mouth.
Her hand was offered and accepted, as always, as she stepped backwards into her room followed by the Doctor. And their dance was continued, with less silk and more skin, beyond the early morning.
Omg I decided this would be in past tense and it kind of kicked my ass, creatively. D:
ETA: Sry for all the edits bb lol.
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I've been throwing this prompt around for two billion years, and no one has had the smarts to pick it up, bb.
Until you.
And I totes wouldn't have it any other way.
SECOND AND NEXTMOST
His hand was offered and accepted, just like always, as they stepped onto the dance floor.
Her hand was offered and accepted, as always, as she stepped backwards into her room followed by the Doctor. And their dance was continued, with less silk and more skin, beyond the early morning.
HELLO PARALLELS. NICE TO SEE YOU THIS EVENING.
I love things like this ridiculous amounts; the simple intimacy of their relationship, how it's all at once comfortable and simmering with all the things they never say and the HEAT and LOVE that boil between them is ASTOUNDING and it's all so fucking sweet and aching and beautiful that I could scream and do, sometimes, those special fangirl screams that could be mistaken for pain but never are.
Until the sun threatened to rise and her bare shoulders began to tease and taunt, muscles sliding beneath skin and drawing his gaze downward. They made their way back to their hotel in the early dawn of the Vienna sky, pink and soft like he thought her lips might be.
GORGEOUS OMG.
That right there is exactly what I've always wanted from Vienna, when I've prompted; that feeeeel of the city, nestled all snug in the background, behind the feel of the Doctor and Rose doing anything at all (GOING BACK TO THEIR HOTEL ROOM AFTER A VIENNESE OPERA IS ALSO ALWAYS WHAT I HAVE WANTED, IN A MORE SPECIFIC MANNER, TOO, BY THE BY)and he notices her shoulders, Kat, her shoulders!
You know how I feel about those.
THIRD AND LASTMOST
Just.
I'm at a super lame loss for words right now, to sufficiently praise this and everything else that's popping up around here so wonderfully (like what's popping up in that hotel room, SEXUAL LOL), so you'll have to pretend everything I say is full of pretty and witty things for my sake. I am sensitive about these things when there's FIC I HAVE AlWAYS WANTED around.
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I HAD TO TRY AND WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU BECAUSE THIS PROMPT IS TOO GOOD TO RESIST AND WHEN I LOOKED UP VIENNA AND SAW THE BIT ABOUT THEIR BALLS (LOL) I WAS STRUCK BY THE INSPIRATION STICK.
You know I love my parallels, bb. They are my bread and butter or something Idk but I quite enjoy them.
Yeah so I basically didn't make it all that Viennaish besides including the opera so I'm glad the feel of the city is still there. Besides in D/R fic it's not like where they are it's what they're doing where they are. lol
Of course he noticed her shoulders, they are all up in his space and teasing him with their sexiness.
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