Drink Me Like a Liquor, Nine/Rose, adult.
The Doctor and Rose wrestle. It's (hopefully) sexier than it sounds.
He can feel the beads of sweat on his forehead, cool and scattered like rain, and sees the same shiny drops dotting her brow, her neck.
He drags his tongue across his lips. Suddenly, he's very thirsty., 990 words.
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BECAUSE NOTHING I COULD SAY COULD ENCOMPASS HOW FUCKING AWESOME THIS IS.
AND DON'T ARGUE, KAT. I KNOW WHAT'S WHAT.
1. I HAVE NEVER LOVED WRESTLING AS MUCH AS I LOVE WRESTLING RIGHT NOW.
2. She grins the grin that started everything, that made him turn around and ask her again, that keeps pushing and pulling him around like a rag doll.
THIS! THISSSSSSS! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT WHEN YOU SAY YOU JUST WRITE THE PORN, BECAUSE GOD, BB, LITTLE LINES LIKE THAT ARE SCATTERED THROUGHOUT ALL YOUR FICS LIKE THE BAD WOLF'S WORDS ACROSS THE UNIVERSES AND THEY IMPRESS ME TO NO END EVERY TIME I SEE THEM.
ALSO, OMG ROSE'S GRINNNNN.
3. He can feel the beads of sweat on his forehead, cool and scattered like rain, and sees the same shiny drops dotting her brow, her neck.
He drags his tongue across his lips. Suddenly, he's very thirsty.
SKAFJDIUOEJIK. FUCK.
4. He hums with satisfaction and she jumps, laughing, pulling away. He licks his lips and grins as she slides down the bed to lay beside him, eyelids half mast and mouth curling up into that grin. The room is hotter than ever and as he moves across towards her, he feels like he's swimming, muscles tight and weighted, stretched through his limbs.
"I'm thirsty." She breathes as she curls into him, and he chuckles against her neck.
NO, BUT SERIOUSLY. THEY ARE SO SEXY AND FAMILIAR AND UTTERLY CONTENT AND GORGEOUS IN THIS I CAN'T EVEN.
YOUR WRITING SKILLZ MAKE MY WRITING SKILLZ WANT TO DIE.
WHICH IS A COMPLIMENT, IF A TRAGIC ONE.
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