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sound carries well over water, ten/rose, t
“I bought us a bottle of wine. It’ll be nicely chilled by now - it’s at the bottom of the lake.” (sapphire_child's prompt) 991 words
The first time he made love to her they were in a little boat on a little lake, the vessel bobbing in time with their rhythm, the sound of their release carrying over the surface.
-:-
“I bought us a bottle of wine. It’ll be nicely chilled by now - it’s at the bottom of the lake.”
Rose blinked.
“Because... that's where it's nice and cool?” she said, her voice half-bemused, half-teasing.
“No!” the Doctor said indignantly. Then, cheerfully, “I dropped it there, of course.”
“Of course,” Rose said, biting her lower lip. “Did you remember to tie a string round its neck?”
The Doctor blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck, his lips a thin line. Rose knew at once that he was having her on. She shivered a little, knowing him well enough to see that he was trying to tell her something.
“Why did you buy us a bottle of wine?” Rose asked, wrapping her arms around her drawn-up knees. She gazed at the small lake, its almost calm surface and the insects hovering and dancing above it. It was early evening, and they were sitting on the small jetty, the wood still warm from a day of sunshine.
“I thought... it would be nice,” he said a little dumbfounded.
Rose nodded. “'s nice, yeah.”
“To go with the picnic.”
Rose straightened. “Picnic?” She turned towards him, watched him as he jumped to his feet. Shedding his tie, jacket and Converse, he hurried down the stairs to where a little boat lay moored. She hadn't really noticed it, apart from the soothing lapping sound the waves made as they licked the wood. “Doctor!?”
“Picnic!” he cried, holding up his prize. It was an old-fashioned wicker basket whose contents tinkled and rattled and thunked promisingly. “Here, take it, I'll go and get the wine.”
Rose did as she was told and reached for the basket as he raised it above his head for her to take. There was a blanket too, and as he settled down to take the boat to the middle of the lake, he grinned widely at her. “I love you, Rose Tyler.”
Rose dropped the blanket.
“What?”
He put some distance between them. “I love you.”
“I can't hear you!” Rose shouted, although she had, of course, heard him perfectly well.
“I love you!” he cried, his voice breaking as laughter bubbled up inside him, along with the exhilaration of his confession. “I love you, Rose Tyler!”
The picnic things forgotten over the words that came, sparkling, from his hearts, Rose stripped off her clothes as she kept an eye on the Doctor's retreating form. She'd never have thought to hear them, had doubted their meaning as the pounded in her mind along with her heart in her chest and her desire in her stomach. And now they came, and they proved unstoppable and true.
The Doctor undressed, somehow managing to keep his balance in the small boat, until he stood as naked as she. She couldn't see much, the water was sparkling in the setting sun and he was just a dark shape bathed in light. He probably got a much better view of her naked body than she did. He dove into the water, head first.
“Doctor?”
Rose dove too; the water was like him, warm yet cool, a caress on her bare skin. She had never gone skinny-dipping before, but she found she loved it as she swam, the water running along her body.
The Doctor hadn't surfaced when she reached the boat. Hanging on to its edge with one hand while pushing back her wet hair with the other, she trod water for a while. How long could a Time Lord hold his breath, she wondered.
She shrieked when his fingers closed around her ankle, then spluttered as he pulled her briefly under water. He used the momentum to break the surface, gasping for air and shaking the water from his hair. It was sluicing down his face, making triangles of his lashes.
“Got it!” he said, panting, holding the bottle of wine up. “Ha!”
“Why did you do that?”
“I thought it would be fun,” he said, putting the bottle into the boat. “And I dare say it was. Is. Brilliant idea, don't you think?”
Rose laughed, shaking her head.
They trod water for a while, each of the holding on to the boat with one hand. Rose wasn't sure what to do. He had told her he loved her, and now they were treading water, he grinning madly and she...
“I didn't hear you,” she said softly.
“Sound carries particularly well over water,” the Doctor said softly, his grin turning into a gentle smile. He cupped her cheek.
Rose swallowed. “I love you too. But then you knew that.”
“Yeah.”
“Just needed to make sure.”
“Of course.”
He drew her towards him for a kiss, gentle, tentative, promising.
“It's good to be able to say it,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
“Yeah.”
They kissed again; Rose let go of the boat to wrap her arms around his neck, to feel him. The touch of their bodies beneath the water was electrifying, their skin softer and more sensitive than usual. The Doctor moaned as she pressed herself snugly into him, trapping his erection between them.
“We should...”
“Yeah.”
He helped her into the boat before climbing aboard himself. The evening air raised goose-bumps on their skin. “What was it you said about sound and water earlier?” Rose asked, at a loss of how to make herself comfortable amid the Doctor's clothes and the bottle of wine.
“Let me show you,” he said, sitting down and drawing her into his lap.
“I bought us a bottle of wine. It’ll be nicely chilled by now - it’s at the bottom of the lake.” (sapphire_child's prompt) 991 words
The first time he made love to her they were in a little boat on a little lake, the vessel bobbing in time with their rhythm, the sound of their release carrying over the surface.
-:-
“I bought us a bottle of wine. It’ll be nicely chilled by now - it’s at the bottom of the lake.”
Rose blinked.
“Because... that's where it's nice and cool?” she said, her voice half-bemused, half-teasing.
“No!” the Doctor said indignantly. Then, cheerfully, “I dropped it there, of course.”
“Of course,” Rose said, biting her lower lip. “Did you remember to tie a string round its neck?”
The Doctor blinked, then rubbed the back of his neck, his lips a thin line. Rose knew at once that he was having her on. She shivered a little, knowing him well enough to see that he was trying to tell her something.
“Why did you buy us a bottle of wine?” Rose asked, wrapping her arms around her drawn-up knees. She gazed at the small lake, its almost calm surface and the insects hovering and dancing above it. It was early evening, and they were sitting on the small jetty, the wood still warm from a day of sunshine.
“I thought... it would be nice,” he said a little dumbfounded.
Rose nodded. “'s nice, yeah.”
“To go with the picnic.”
Rose straightened. “Picnic?” She turned towards him, watched him as he jumped to his feet. Shedding his tie, jacket and Converse, he hurried down the stairs to where a little boat lay moored. She hadn't really noticed it, apart from the soothing lapping sound the waves made as they licked the wood. “Doctor!?”
“Picnic!” he cried, holding up his prize. It was an old-fashioned wicker basket whose contents tinkled and rattled and thunked promisingly. “Here, take it, I'll go and get the wine.”
Rose did as she was told and reached for the basket as he raised it above his head for her to take. There was a blanket too, and as he settled down to take the boat to the middle of the lake, he grinned widely at her. “I love you, Rose Tyler.”
Rose dropped the blanket.
“What?”
He put some distance between them. “I love you.”
“I can't hear you!” Rose shouted, although she had, of course, heard him perfectly well.
“I love you!” he cried, his voice breaking as laughter bubbled up inside him, along with the exhilaration of his confession. “I love you, Rose Tyler!”
The picnic things forgotten over the words that came, sparkling, from his hearts, Rose stripped off her clothes as she kept an eye on the Doctor's retreating form. She'd never have thought to hear them, had doubted their meaning as the pounded in her mind along with her heart in her chest and her desire in her stomach. And now they came, and they proved unstoppable and true.
The Doctor undressed, somehow managing to keep his balance in the small boat, until he stood as naked as she. She couldn't see much, the water was sparkling in the setting sun and he was just a dark shape bathed in light. He probably got a much better view of her naked body than she did. He dove into the water, head first.
“Doctor?”
Rose dove too; the water was like him, warm yet cool, a caress on her bare skin. She had never gone skinny-dipping before, but she found she loved it as she swam, the water running along her body.
The Doctor hadn't surfaced when she reached the boat. Hanging on to its edge with one hand while pushing back her wet hair with the other, she trod water for a while. How long could a Time Lord hold his breath, she wondered.
She shrieked when his fingers closed around her ankle, then spluttered as he pulled her briefly under water. He used the momentum to break the surface, gasping for air and shaking the water from his hair. It was sluicing down his face, making triangles of his lashes.
“Got it!” he said, panting, holding the bottle of wine up. “Ha!”
“Why did you do that?”
“I thought it would be fun,” he said, putting the bottle into the boat. “And I dare say it was. Is. Brilliant idea, don't you think?”
Rose laughed, shaking her head.
They trod water for a while, each of the holding on to the boat with one hand. Rose wasn't sure what to do. He had told her he loved her, and now they were treading water, he grinning madly and she...
“I didn't hear you,” she said softly.
“Sound carries particularly well over water,” the Doctor said softly, his grin turning into a gentle smile. He cupped her cheek.
Rose swallowed. “I love you too. But then you knew that.”
“Yeah.”
“Just needed to make sure.”
“Of course.”
He drew her towards him for a kiss, gentle, tentative, promising.
“It's good to be able to say it,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
“Yeah.”
They kissed again; Rose let go of the boat to wrap her arms around his neck, to feel him. The touch of their bodies beneath the water was electrifying, their skin softer and more sensitive than usual. The Doctor moaned as she pressed herself snugly into him, trapping his erection between them.
“We should...”
“Yeah.”
He helped her into the boat before climbing aboard himself. The evening air raised goose-bumps on their skin. “What was it you said about sound and water earlier?” Rose asked, at a loss of how to make herself comfortable amid the Doctor's clothes and the bottle of wine.
“Let me show you,” he said, sitting down and drawing her into his lap.