Kissing Scars, Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, Ten II/Rose, PG-13 (maybe soft R), 369 words
Kissing Scars
Nine-Ten-Ten II/Rose
PG-13 (maybe soft R)
369 words
She laughed at the scar
And kissed it
07. I loved the scar on your thumb
and the drill press that put it there,
because, my darling, it was yours.
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She laughed at the scar
and kissed it
It was on his hip
(The royal court rode pogo sticks
And "hop, hop for your life!"
How absurd.
How him.)
And he moaned, because
her kisses burn
like Time's schism.
But he runs toward her
instead of away
and drags her up to his lips
hands tangled in her golden hair.
If only all their escapes were this funny,
and made him laugh on her lips
Blue eyes sparkling
He burned his thumb
or rather Cassandra did,
running from the cats.
(The sonic screwdriver
has a short too.
Bitchy trampoline
wasn't good with tech.)
He was new
and his eyes weren't blue anymore
but she was sick
of throwing out hints.
Sucking on his thumb
seemed to do the trick.
He tumbled her to the floor.
He wasn't hardly used anymore,
not after that.
(She,
on the other hand,
felt very well-used indeed.)
She loved him,
her Doctor.
Still
always
her Doctor.
Still.
Always her Doctor.
But so still.
Something cut his head.
She kisses it
and his face is so cold.
And so pale.
And his eyes are shut.
She can't cry.
Not on the street.
Not to Donna,
who doesn't remember him.
Not to her Mum,
because she can't tell her mum.
Not this.
Hot tears splash on his still face
and her sobs echo in the morgue.
A day.
She'd been gone a day
when he died.
The TARDIS is failing
and his hands are still abraded
from the lever.
She kisses his palms
and brushes his hair back
and closes the drawer.
When next she sees him
he will be warm
and alive
and her Doctor.
If only he'll kiss her back.
Brand new body.
No scars now.
Not yet.
They'll come later, she's sure.
He kisses her fiercely
like he did
when
he had
blue eyes.
The oral fixation
is still there, very much.
(And still glorious.
She definitely missed
the multiple orgasms.
He's still smug about it too.)
But his skin is smooth
and perfect
and new again.
The new scars she can't kiss
Can't touch
Can't trace
But she'll soothe them
And she'll love them
As she loves him.
She was born to.