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A More Ordinary Adventure, Ten/Rose, PG
It didn’t even occur to Rose that the swimming pool would be full of screaming little children when they arrived. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to the Doctor either, because he looked even more dumbfounded than her. , 650
a/n: Plotless fluff-ish?
“I want to go swimming.”
The Doctor didn’t think he could be any more confused. After all, swimming wasn’t exactly the things one thought about while your significant other was kissing his way down your neck. Well, it might be the kind of thing humans thought about while your significant other was kissing his way down your neck; he really didn’t know, but it did seem rather spontaneous, even for humans.
Unsure of just how to respond he hummed approvingly and continued.
Rose stared off into space, seemingly unaware of him, save the hand she had twinned in his hair, massaging his scalp.
“No really, I want to go swimming,” she murmured, rubbing circles in his hair.
The Doctor realized she wasn’t going to let this rest until he gave her a solid answer, so he broke away from her delicious collarbone long enough to mumble a “tomorrow.”
Apparently that was enough for her, for the cheesy sci-fi movie was forgotten in favor of more enthusiastic pursuits.
It didn’t even occur to Rose that the swimming pool would be full of screaming little children when they arrived. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to the Doctor either, because he looked even more dumbfounded than her.
“But, but children! In this pool!” He was spluttering incoherently, and Rose had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and quietly grabbed his arm and dragged him back away from the gate. He continued to stare, shocked, at the pool. Obviously ancient Time Lord brains couldn’t comprehend the fact that in the middle of summer children liked to go swimming just as much as adults.
Well, Rose decided, looking over the quite park, that idea’s not going to work. Spotting a nice open piece of ground next to a shade tree, she took off towards it, ignoring the fact that you weren’t suppose to run in flip flops and that the Doctor was probably still standing there in front of the pool.
Reaching the spot she’d decided on, she flopped onto the grass and kicked off her flip flops, relishing in the feel of the grass pricking her legs and arms, and the sun blazing down on her in an not entirely unpleasant way.
Sitting up, she turned to see the Doctor striding across the field to her, his eyes tracing out the puffy clouds in the sky, his brown suit looking completely out of place in the middle of summer.
She wouldn’t have him any other way.
Smiling, she returned to her position lying on the ground, and closed her eyes, just enjoying being, not coming or going, but just being. For them it was something so uniquely rare, she took every chance she had to bask in it.
Though, she would have preferred the swimming.
“What are we doing?” the Doctor asked as he adjusted his suit and squirmed a little on the grass next to her. Rose popped an eye open and turned her head, only to find another single brown eye two inches from hers.
“We’re thinking.”
He looked slightly disappointed for a moment, and then replied “Oh! Okay then.” It took about three more seconds for him to ask “What are we thinking about?”
“Things.”
“Oh. Are they interesting things?” he asked hopefully.
“Mhm.”
There was silence for 24 seconds (not that anyone was counting), before the Doctor rolled onto his side and opened both eyes, staring expectantly at Rose.
“Rose,” he asked, “what are you thinking about?”
“I think,” she said, bouncing to her feet, “that we need to go swimming.”
“But the pool! It’s full!”
She grinned mischievously.
“Not at night.”
He frowned at her.
“But-“
“Are you telling me you can’t figure out how to land next to a pool in the middle of the night?”
Looking suitably offended, he jumped to his feet and grinned at her, holding out his hand.
“Rose Tyler, we’re going swimming.”
It didn’t even occur to Rose that the swimming pool would be full of screaming little children when they arrived. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to the Doctor either, because he looked even more dumbfounded than her. , 650
a/n: Plotless fluff-ish?
“I want to go swimming.”
The Doctor didn’t think he could be any more confused. After all, swimming wasn’t exactly the things one thought about while your significant other was kissing his way down your neck. Well, it might be the kind of thing humans thought about while your significant other was kissing his way down your neck; he really didn’t know, but it did seem rather spontaneous, even for humans.
Unsure of just how to respond he hummed approvingly and continued.
Rose stared off into space, seemingly unaware of him, save the hand she had twinned in his hair, massaging his scalp.
“No really, I want to go swimming,” she murmured, rubbing circles in his hair.
The Doctor realized she wasn’t going to let this rest until he gave her a solid answer, so he broke away from her delicious collarbone long enough to mumble a “tomorrow.”
Apparently that was enough for her, for the cheesy sci-fi movie was forgotten in favor of more enthusiastic pursuits.
It didn’t even occur to Rose that the swimming pool would be full of screaming little children when they arrived. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to the Doctor either, because he looked even more dumbfounded than her.
“But, but children! In this pool!” He was spluttering incoherently, and Rose had to resist the urge to roll her eyes and quietly grabbed his arm and dragged him back away from the gate. He continued to stare, shocked, at the pool. Obviously ancient Time Lord brains couldn’t comprehend the fact that in the middle of summer children liked to go swimming just as much as adults.
Well, Rose decided, looking over the quite park, that idea’s not going to work. Spotting a nice open piece of ground next to a shade tree, she took off towards it, ignoring the fact that you weren’t suppose to run in flip flops and that the Doctor was probably still standing there in front of the pool.
Reaching the spot she’d decided on, she flopped onto the grass and kicked off her flip flops, relishing in the feel of the grass pricking her legs and arms, and the sun blazing down on her in an not entirely unpleasant way.
Sitting up, she turned to see the Doctor striding across the field to her, his eyes tracing out the puffy clouds in the sky, his brown suit looking completely out of place in the middle of summer.
She wouldn’t have him any other way.
Smiling, she returned to her position lying on the ground, and closed her eyes, just enjoying being, not coming or going, but just being. For them it was something so uniquely rare, she took every chance she had to bask in it.
Though, she would have preferred the swimming.
“What are we doing?” the Doctor asked as he adjusted his suit and squirmed a little on the grass next to her. Rose popped an eye open and turned her head, only to find another single brown eye two inches from hers.
“We’re thinking.”
He looked slightly disappointed for a moment, and then replied “Oh! Okay then.” It took about three more seconds for him to ask “What are we thinking about?”
“Things.”
“Oh. Are they interesting things?” he asked hopefully.
“Mhm.”
There was silence for 24 seconds (not that anyone was counting), before the Doctor rolled onto his side and opened both eyes, staring expectantly at Rose.
“Rose,” he asked, “what are you thinking about?”
“I think,” she said, bouncing to her feet, “that we need to go swimming.”
“But the pool! It’s full!”
She grinned mischievously.
“Not at night.”
He frowned at her.
“But-“
“Are you telling me you can’t figure out how to land next to a pool in the middle of the night?”
Looking suitably offended, he jumped to his feet and grinned at her, holding out his hand.
“Rose Tyler, we’re going swimming.”