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burnt, Nine/Rose, pg
His burning eyes are the power of a thousand suns or more when she turns to meet his gaze, 711
She can feel the burn of his stare on her back. She is so aware of it, the man she is talking to is so aware of it, the whole damn room is so aware of it; he might as well walk right up to her, wrap his arms around her stomach and claim her as his with a raspy, “Mine,” right there on the spot.
Casper is the name of the blonde, movie star look-alike in front of her. She’d say he was handsome if it weren’t for the bad fringe. She’d say he was interesting if it weren’t for the dull job. She’d say he was date material if it weren’t for the Doctor.
Casper laughs suddenly; it’s forced, but it obviously means he must have tried to say something funny again. A smile is the most Rose can force. She glances away, at the herded clutter of guests littering the room, and tries to think of an escape route. Before she can move though, a hand reaches her shoulder from behind; a claim, like it belongs there, like it will always belong there.
His burning eyes are the power of a thousand suns or more when she turns to meet his gaze. Electric blue, yet dark and full of the scars of a million stars. The Doctor’s eyes move to meet the shiny green ones of Casper. He looks uneasy and rightfully so.
“Sorry to interrupt or disappoint,” says the Doctor, with the quirk of an eyebrow and no ounce of apology, “but we have to go.” Blatant flirting with Rose Tyler, she can see him thinking as his gaze splinters like cracked ice into Casper’s, is not something to be taken lightly.
Not when you’re in the room, Doctor, she would think to add to that.
Casper tries and fails to look like the comment, both said and not said, doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “Oh, I was merely thanking Rose for your timely rescue of the town. No harm meant you understand.”
The Doctor says nothing, but takes Rose’s hand in a tight grasp, nods to Casper through tight and deadly eyes, and turns to lead her out of the double doors into the streets of the planet Rose has long since forgotten the name of.
She lets out a sighed breath of grateful relief, though is none too pleased to see the Doctor is still quietly burning in a tense silence that loudly stirs the space between them.
She breaks it, and rather than the sighed, joked smile she wants it to be, it instead sounds like the sudden crash of breaking glass. “You’re angry,” she says quietly.
“I’m not,” he lies, and it is literally through his teeth, a kind of pressure she’s never heard before, burning behind his words.
She sighs. “I wasn’t flirting back, you know,” she says, and really it’s only half a lie and possibly the wrong thing to be saying. “You don’t have to be so -” she stops before she can say it, but it’s there anyway, a word like burning, burning in the space between them.
He stops to face her; his eyes are angry but his mouth quirks challengingly. “Be so what?”
Rose swallows and bites her lip. She wants to tell him how irrational he’s being. She wants to tell him how impossible it is to even think about a man in a romantic way now she has him by her side. As usual, she wants to tell him more than she can. “He was a bit stupid,” she says instead.
The Doctor is surprised; he looks at her and there is something in his eyes when he looks at her like that… something close to-
Then he shrugs, grins. “Of course he was. He was an idiot!” he says, breaking the spell, taking her hand and resuming the walk to the TARDIS.
Rose looks at him as they walk, and finds herself wondering just when they became so attached to the point they almost have to claim possession. She remembers how he looked as they left the party, like he had wanted to do more than just hold her hand.
She wonders how often the Doctor can be burnt by jealousy before something gives.
His burning eyes are the power of a thousand suns or more when she turns to meet his gaze, 711
She can feel the burn of his stare on her back. She is so aware of it, the man she is talking to is so aware of it, the whole damn room is so aware of it; he might as well walk right up to her, wrap his arms around her stomach and claim her as his with a raspy, “Mine,” right there on the spot.
Casper is the name of the blonde, movie star look-alike in front of her. She’d say he was handsome if it weren’t for the bad fringe. She’d say he was interesting if it weren’t for the dull job. She’d say he was date material if it weren’t for the Doctor.
Casper laughs suddenly; it’s forced, but it obviously means he must have tried to say something funny again. A smile is the most Rose can force. She glances away, at the herded clutter of guests littering the room, and tries to think of an escape route. Before she can move though, a hand reaches her shoulder from behind; a claim, like it belongs there, like it will always belong there.
His burning eyes are the power of a thousand suns or more when she turns to meet his gaze. Electric blue, yet dark and full of the scars of a million stars. The Doctor’s eyes move to meet the shiny green ones of Casper. He looks uneasy and rightfully so.
“Sorry to interrupt or disappoint,” says the Doctor, with the quirk of an eyebrow and no ounce of apology, “but we have to go.” Blatant flirting with Rose Tyler, she can see him thinking as his gaze splinters like cracked ice into Casper’s, is not something to be taken lightly.
Not when you’re in the room, Doctor, she would think to add to that.
Casper tries and fails to look like the comment, both said and not said, doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “Oh, I was merely thanking Rose for your timely rescue of the town. No harm meant you understand.”
The Doctor says nothing, but takes Rose’s hand in a tight grasp, nods to Casper through tight and deadly eyes, and turns to lead her out of the double doors into the streets of the planet Rose has long since forgotten the name of.
She lets out a sighed breath of grateful relief, though is none too pleased to see the Doctor is still quietly burning in a tense silence that loudly stirs the space between them.
She breaks it, and rather than the sighed, joked smile she wants it to be, it instead sounds like the sudden crash of breaking glass. “You’re angry,” she says quietly.
“I’m not,” he lies, and it is literally through his teeth, a kind of pressure she’s never heard before, burning behind his words.
She sighs. “I wasn’t flirting back, you know,” she says, and really it’s only half a lie and possibly the wrong thing to be saying. “You don’t have to be so -” she stops before she can say it, but it’s there anyway, a word like burning, burning in the space between them.
He stops to face her; his eyes are angry but his mouth quirks challengingly. “Be so what?”
Rose swallows and bites her lip. She wants to tell him how irrational he’s being. She wants to tell him how impossible it is to even think about a man in a romantic way now she has him by her side. As usual, she wants to tell him more than she can. “He was a bit stupid,” she says instead.
The Doctor is surprised; he looks at her and there is something in his eyes when he looks at her like that… something close to-
Then he shrugs, grins. “Of course he was. He was an idiot!” he says, breaking the spell, taking her hand and resuming the walk to the TARDIS.
Rose looks at him as they walk, and finds herself wondering just when they became so attached to the point they almost have to claim possession. She remembers how he looked as they left the party, like he had wanted to do more than just hold her hand.
She wonders how often the Doctor can be burnt by jealousy before something gives.