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Bad Things, Rose/Ten, R
He nods a bit and rubs the back of his neck, looking, if anything, embarrassed. She tilts her head to look at him, licking her lips.
"Yes, Rose. Well, we've just met, and I think you might have the wrong idea about me. I'm not..." here he falters. Not what? Not that kind of guy? Not her next meal? He doesn't know it yet but he's wrong on both counts.,
Just a bit of silliness, really. Inspired by this picture.
She corners him in the alleyway and nearly rips his throat out before a flash of light across his face makes her stop. His eyes are dark and rounded with curiosity, his mouth slack as he takes her in. She's all too well aware of how she looks with her long blond hair and leather jacket in the near dark. It's something she's worked for; there is nothing about her that is an accident.
She presses up against him and he takes a deep breath in, his back shuffling against the wall. He is confused but not scared, and his eyes are fixed on her mouth. She smiles widely (mouth closed), understanding. He thinks he's about to get snogged.
"Excuse me, um," he starts and she looks up at him through hooded eyes.
"Rose," she says.
He nods a bit and rubs the back of his neck, looking, if anything, embarassed. She tilts her head to look at him, licking her lips.
"Yes, Rose. Well, we've just met, and I think you might have the wrong idea about me. I'm not..." here he falters. Not what? Not that kind of guy? Not her next meal? He doesn't know it yet but he's wrong on both counts. She slides closer to him, their bodies now only inches apart, and reaches her hand out to touch his hip. He takes in another breath and drops his head back a little, overwhelmed. The air around them is cool but their bodies pulse with heat (well, his does anyways), and the breath he lets out hangs in the air between them for several moments.
"Rose," he says quietly, just a whisper, and she closes the gap between their bodies with her hips. He gasps as she rocks into him, his fingers biting into the stone wall to keep from touching her back. Just a few feet away, the music from the party is still blaring and she can hear the sound of "I Put a Spell On You" slinking into the alleyway. She stops moving and he looks down at her, his mouth and eyes still round and his cheeks still flushed. He is so alive, so full of blood, and in that moment she wants him in a way she has never wanted another human being in her life. Her hand moves from his hip to his stomach, running her cold fingers under his suit jacket and smiling when he jerks in surprise. Her teeth gleam in the dark at him, a deadly and somehow seductive promise.
Then she licks her red lips again as she once more rocks up into him, her hand sliding up his chest and neck. She holds him there in her grip for a moment, the steam from his breath filling the air as their eyes lock. He's hard against her and his body is hot as flame. She leans up on tip toe and brushes her nose against his neck, opening her mouth to bite him...
"Hey you!" A man shouts, and Rose jumps back, guilty. The man has a thick New York and is dressed as a cop. Unlike her though, his isn't a costume. The look on his face is half amused as he barks, "Take it inside!" but she's still embarassed.
"Yes officer," Rose says, and she knows the Doctor is smirking at the demure tone of voice she's using after the way she'd just been acting. They walk out of the alleyway, blinking in the harsh neon light from the club, and when Rose starts to take her fake teeth out the Doctor stops her with a hand on her wrist.
"Leave them in, " he says, and his eyes are dark again. The cop is gone and the Tardis is just down the street. Her blood still hums with need as he lets his hand slide down her wrist to entangle with her fingers.
"Tardis?" she asks, but he's already pulling her, her laughing trailing behind them like smoke in the cold Halloween air.
He nods a bit and rubs the back of his neck, looking, if anything, embarrassed. She tilts her head to look at him, licking her lips.
"Yes, Rose. Well, we've just met, and I think you might have the wrong idea about me. I'm not..." here he falters. Not what? Not that kind of guy? Not her next meal? He doesn't know it yet but he's wrong on both counts.,
Just a bit of silliness, really. Inspired by this picture.
She corners him in the alleyway and nearly rips his throat out before a flash of light across his face makes her stop. His eyes are dark and rounded with curiosity, his mouth slack as he takes her in. She's all too well aware of how she looks with her long blond hair and leather jacket in the near dark. It's something she's worked for; there is nothing about her that is an accident.
She presses up against him and he takes a deep breath in, his back shuffling against the wall. He is confused but not scared, and his eyes are fixed on her mouth. She smiles widely (mouth closed), understanding. He thinks he's about to get snogged.
"Excuse me, um," he starts and she looks up at him through hooded eyes.
"Rose," she says.
He nods a bit and rubs the back of his neck, looking, if anything, embarassed. She tilts her head to look at him, licking her lips.
"Yes, Rose. Well, we've just met, and I think you might have the wrong idea about me. I'm not..." here he falters. Not what? Not that kind of guy? Not her next meal? He doesn't know it yet but he's wrong on both counts. She slides closer to him, their bodies now only inches apart, and reaches her hand out to touch his hip. He takes in another breath and drops his head back a little, overwhelmed. The air around them is cool but their bodies pulse with heat (well, his does anyways), and the breath he lets out hangs in the air between them for several moments.
"Rose," he says quietly, just a whisper, and she closes the gap between their bodies with her hips. He gasps as she rocks into him, his fingers biting into the stone wall to keep from touching her back. Just a few feet away, the music from the party is still blaring and she can hear the sound of "I Put a Spell On You" slinking into the alleyway. She stops moving and he looks down at her, his mouth and eyes still round and his cheeks still flushed. He is so alive, so full of blood, and in that moment she wants him in a way she has never wanted another human being in her life. Her hand moves from his hip to his stomach, running her cold fingers under his suit jacket and smiling when he jerks in surprise. Her teeth gleam in the dark at him, a deadly and somehow seductive promise.
Then she licks her red lips again as she once more rocks up into him, her hand sliding up his chest and neck. She holds him there in her grip for a moment, the steam from his breath filling the air as their eyes lock. He's hard against her and his body is hot as flame. She leans up on tip toe and brushes her nose against his neck, opening her mouth to bite him...
"Hey you!" A man shouts, and Rose jumps back, guilty. The man has a thick New York and is dressed as a cop. Unlike her though, his isn't a costume. The look on his face is half amused as he barks, "Take it inside!" but she's still embarassed.
"Yes officer," Rose says, and she knows the Doctor is smirking at the demure tone of voice she's using after the way she'd just been acting. They walk out of the alleyway, blinking in the harsh neon light from the club, and when Rose starts to take her fake teeth out the Doctor stops her with a hand on her wrist.
"Leave them in, " he says, and his eyes are dark again. The cop is gone and the Tardis is just down the street. Her blood still hums with need as he lets his hand slide down her wrist to entangle with her fingers.
"Tardis?" she asks, but he's already pulling her, her laughing trailing behind them like smoke in the cold Halloween air.