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of tuxedos and dancing, Ten/Rose, PG
‘’You know we’re going to end up chasin’ aliens all over the grounds with you wearing that thing.’’, 699
A/N: sapphire_child prompted me with 'tuxedo', and thus, this was born. I'm not totally happy with it, but I like it pretty well! Here's hoping it will amuse some of you :) Apologies for any weird grammar malfuntions, I wrote most of this when I was nearly half asleep.
Rose hated to dress up. The occasional miniskirt was about as fancy as she got. But looking at the long, red ball gown, slightly poofy with gold threads weaved throughout it, she had to admit that even she was captivated.
‘’Fine, but you owe me. Once dance.’’ She spoke to the room at large, knowing the Tardis would understand, and relay the message to the Doctor. Sure enough, Rose felt a warm glow in her mind; the Tardis’ laughter.
Rose herself grinned, before slipping on the dress, and moving to the dressing table which had conveniently appeared just a few moments ago. She brushed her hair, before pulling it up into a fancy bun, and putting on a bit of gold eye shadow, and a coat of dark red lipstick. Finally, minutes later, she slipped the low heels on and left the room.
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‘’You know we’re going to end up chasin’ aliens all over the grounds with you wearing that thing.’’ Rose gestured vaguely towards the Doctor’s tuxedo as the walked, arm in arm, towards the large castle.
‘’Yup.’’ He said, without so much as batting an eyelash.
Rose smirked.
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One hour later:
‘’Rose, get the mop!’’ The Doctor yelled from somewhere above her. Rose groped around frantically, digging through the supply closet, until she found a wooden mop.
‘’No, wait, Rose-‘’ Rose stepped out of the closet, looking up.
‘’The broom! Get the broom!’’ He yelled again, this time closer.
‘’Oh, for crying out loud.’’ Rose swore as she whacked her head on a shelf, but she finally managed to locate the broom, mop, whatever, and she stumbled out of the closet, running back upstairs rather awkwardly in her heels.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, the sight that greeted her was amusing, terrifying, and rather odd all at the same time. The creature, a vampire like thing that had crashed the party (literally) about ten minutes ago, was currently in a fist fight of sorts with the Doctor, who was losing terribly, and shrieking every time the creature took a swipe at him.
Rose braced herself, and the broom, and ran towards the creature, running it through with the wooden handle of the broom, and watching it sink to the floor.
‘’God that was awful.’’ She said, smoothing over a tear in her gown, and grimacing when it looked even worse then before.
‘’Cynical tonight, are we?’’ The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
‘’Oi, I resent that.’’ She said, rolling her eyes as he stepped daintily around the creature’s unconscious body (apparently it was to wake up before sunrise, and not remember a thing) and headed towards the somehow still intact buffet.
‘’Right.’’ She sighed, looking grimly at the crowd. ‘’You can, uh, continue, ladies and gentleman!’’ She called out, wincing at her lame announcement. Just ignore the dead body in the middle of the dance floor and continue with the evening, people.
She accepted the punch the Doctor presented her with, taking a grateful sip of the cold drink. ‘’So,’’ she said conversationally, ‘’I believe you still owe me that dance.’’
He set his punch down, and grinned at her. ‘’That I do. Miss Tyler, might I have the pleasure of accompanying you onto the dance floor?’’
She grabbed his arm and pulled him out, and they fell into a graceful waltz, moving in time with the orchestra which had apparently decided to continue playing, despite the body not five feet away from them.
‘’Told you something’d happen.’’ She couldn’t resist rubbing it in just a bit.
‘’Oi, we’re alive, aren’t we?’’
‘’No thanks to you, jumpin’ around, screaming like a little girl!’’
‘’I do not scream like a girl, Rose Tyler!’’
‘’Yeah, right.'’
They continued dancing until the later hours of the night, and after too much wine, a mostly sober Rose and an entirely pissed Doctor stumbled back to the Tardis. Before parting ways, Rose to her bedroom and the Doctor to, well, wherever he went when she was asleep, he pressed a quick, not quite chaste kiss to her lips.
Rose lay in bed long after the kiss, still brushing her fingers over her lips every once in a while, and smiling whenever she did.