There's Dancing, And Then There's Dancing
Title: There's Dancing, And Then There's Dancing
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer I do not own Doctor Who, its characters, or its universe. It belongs to BBC. I also do not own "Wake Up and Make Love With Me." It is owned by Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
Summary: The Doctor has trouble keeping his libido in check when he and Rose finally make it to Ian Dury's concert.
Excerpt: He’d frozen awkwardly with his hands mere millimeters above her jean-skirt clad bum, with the words “Touching your behind” on his lips. Carried away, that’s all it was.
Word Count 1161
Author's Notes: Another one that fits into my Before They Were Lovers 'verse on Teaspoon (so beware of unresolved sexual tension!) and takes place immediately following the DW episode "Tooth and Claw." Written for Challenge 97: "MP3" of Then There's Us on Livejournal. The song in question is "Wake Up And Make Love With Me" by Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
If they talked about it later, he would blame it on Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
Because he most certainly was not to blame. It was the music. The music and this flirty new body-and his unfortunate new propensity to sing along to whatever lyrics came his way.
So, when he and Rose were dancing at the concert-the concert he’d finally gotten her to-it was most certainly not his fault that he’d started singing “Wake up and make love with me.” And it was definitely not his fault that his hands had started to roam.
Of course, he’d gotten them under control in just the nick of time. He’d frozen awkwardly with his hands mere millimeters above her jean-skirt clad bum, with the words “Touching your behind” on his lips. Carried away, that’s all it was. They were the number one band in 1979 for a reason, after all.
It didn’t help, he supposed, how close she was dancing to him. The way her hips were brushing against his. The way she seemed mesmerized by the sound of his voice as he cheerfully sang along. The light touch of her hand on his waist, which he felt through every layer of his pinstriped armor.
If he were a lesser man-a human man-he would most certainly have been aroused by now. As it was, it was taking a very large chunk of his superior Time Lord brain to suppress his biological instincts.
She smiled her beautiful tongue-between-teeth smile, and his self-control came within a millimeter of snapping completely.
He swallowed hard and was about to suggest they get some air when she began singing along in his stead.
“You come awake in a horny morning mood. And have a proper wriggle in the naughty naked nude.”
He tripped over his own feet, knocking over a nearby couple as he tumbled to the ground. Great. More clumsiness. Never had this problem before…Apparently, I’m rude, not ginger, and unable to control my appendages while in close proximity to Rose Tyler.
Rose hurried to his side, gaping at him in concern. “Are you alright?” she asked worriedly.
He was staring back at her, slack-jawed. “Wake up and make love with me,” he said hoarsely, in time with the music. Err…apparently he couldn’t control his mouth either.
She laughed and helped pull him to his feet. “D’you know the lyrics t’ all their songs?” she teased. “You’re probably their number one fan!”
“No…really.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He only barely managed to keep himself from adding another, very serious, chorus of ‘make love with me.’
Fortunately-or unfortunately-he couldn’t decide which-she misinterpreted his desperate plea as a response to her query. “Well, definitely their number one alien fan, then.”
He swallowed hard and put on a big smile, gratefully seizing the distraction and clinging to it like it was the last life preserver in a vast ocean of doomed desire. “Wellll…not sure about that. Quite popular on Lexicoricopuli. They have holographic performances every year! Big fans of Earth music, them.”
Rose laughed. “You nutter,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and swaying to the music.
He let his arms rest awkwardly by his sides. “Yep,” he replied, trying very hard not to notice the scent of her floral perfume, “That’s me. Nutty, nutty Doctor.”
She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, and he leapt away as though on fire.
“What is it?” she asked, her light brown eyes wide with concern.
“Err…nothing. Nothing, except…”
Nothing except for the fact that if he didn’t put a stop to this, and fast, he was going to try to snog her senseless, and then where would he be? Either she’d be horrified and leave him, or she would kiss him back, and what a mess that would be. Because then he’d have to tell her how he felt, and he most certainly couldn’t do that.
“Getting old. Music’s too loud.” Blimey, what are you doing? Why would you remind her of that!? 900 years old… Now she’ll never look at you the way you want her to. Which…is the goal. I think. Why is that the goal, again?
“You play it louder in the TARDIS,” she reminded him, befuddled.
“Err…right. Yes. That. Acoustics. Better acoustics in the TARDIS.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Should bring Ian Dury aboard to play sometime. Our own private concert! What do you think, Rose?”
She laughed. “I think you get more barmy by the minute,” she said, wrapping her arms back around his neck affectionately.
He sighed, resting his cheek against hers. He needed a better plan. A plan that did not involve sniffing her hair. Even if it did smell like roses and…was that banana?
“Rose?” he asked with a frown. “Err…did you use a banana rose scented shampoo?”
Rose shrugged. “I guess…’s what I found in my bathroom when I was gettin’ ready.”
Silently, he cursed the TARDIS for conspiring against him. As if Rose wasn’t already tantalizing enough, his sentient ship had to add bananas into the mix?
He had an overwhelming compulsion to lick her hair. For the banana flavor, of course. Certainly not for the sweet taste of Rose underneath…
His hands were inching closer to her bum again. Why were they doing that? Hmm…a little lower, and he could absolutely squeeze it and use said squeeze to bring her pelvis closer to his…
A very out of place ringtone startled him, and he leapt away from her. The Doctor looked down guiltily as she fumbled through her skirt pocket and pulled out her mobile. “Hello?” she asked over the loud music. “Mickey?”
Now he felt even more guilty. She had a boyfriend. Mickey the Idiot. Silly, randy alien.
“Strange?” she was asking. “How d’ya mean?” She glanced over at the Doctor, who was tugging nervously on his earlobe. “Alright…we’ll be right there.”
She snapped her phone closed. “Mickey says there’s been some unusual happenings at a school in London. Thinks we should look into it.”
“Right. Yes! Good idea!” the Doctor exclaimed, a little too eagerly. This was just the buffer he needed. With Mickey around, he would remember to keep his hands very, very far away from Rose’s bum.
“’S not like it’s goin’ anywhere,” Rose said, swaying her hips just a little too close to his. “We can at least finish the concert…”
If they finished the concert, the Doctor knew, he was done for. He was wrestling his body for control, and if Rose pressed her body just a centimeter closer and to the right, he was going to have a very big problem. A very big problem that Time Lords didn’t have.
“Nah!” he exclaimed. “Much more exciting, that. Come on!” he said, grabbing her hand and whisking her out of the concert hall, taking care to keep as much space between their bodies as possible.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer I do not own Doctor Who, its characters, or its universe. It belongs to BBC. I also do not own "Wake Up and Make Love With Me." It is owned by Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
Summary: The Doctor has trouble keeping his libido in check when he and Rose finally make it to Ian Dury's concert.
Excerpt: He’d frozen awkwardly with his hands mere millimeters above her jean-skirt clad bum, with the words “Touching your behind” on his lips. Carried away, that’s all it was.
Word Count 1161
Author's Notes: Another one that fits into my Before They Were Lovers 'verse on Teaspoon (so beware of unresolved sexual tension!) and takes place immediately following the DW episode "Tooth and Claw." Written for Challenge 97: "MP3" of Then There's Us on Livejournal. The song in question is "Wake Up And Make Love With Me" by Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
If they talked about it later, he would blame it on Ian Dury and the Blockheads.
Because he most certainly was not to blame. It was the music. The music and this flirty new body-and his unfortunate new propensity to sing along to whatever lyrics came his way.
So, when he and Rose were dancing at the concert-the concert he’d finally gotten her to-it was most certainly not his fault that he’d started singing “Wake up and make love with me.” And it was definitely not his fault that his hands had started to roam.
Of course, he’d gotten them under control in just the nick of time. He’d frozen awkwardly with his hands mere millimeters above her jean-skirt clad bum, with the words “Touching your behind” on his lips. Carried away, that’s all it was. They were the number one band in 1979 for a reason, after all.
It didn’t help, he supposed, how close she was dancing to him. The way her hips were brushing against his. The way she seemed mesmerized by the sound of his voice as he cheerfully sang along. The light touch of her hand on his waist, which he felt through every layer of his pinstriped armor.
If he were a lesser man-a human man-he would most certainly have been aroused by now. As it was, it was taking a very large chunk of his superior Time Lord brain to suppress his biological instincts.
She smiled her beautiful tongue-between-teeth smile, and his self-control came within a millimeter of snapping completely.
He swallowed hard and was about to suggest they get some air when she began singing along in his stead.
“You come awake in a horny morning mood. And have a proper wriggle in the naughty naked nude.”
He tripped over his own feet, knocking over a nearby couple as he tumbled to the ground. Great. More clumsiness. Never had this problem before…Apparently, I’m rude, not ginger, and unable to control my appendages while in close proximity to Rose Tyler.
Rose hurried to his side, gaping at him in concern. “Are you alright?” she asked worriedly.
He was staring back at her, slack-jawed. “Wake up and make love with me,” he said hoarsely, in time with the music. Err…apparently he couldn’t control his mouth either.
She laughed and helped pull him to his feet. “D’you know the lyrics t’ all their songs?” she teased. “You’re probably their number one fan!”
“No…really.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He only barely managed to keep himself from adding another, very serious, chorus of ‘make love with me.’
Fortunately-or unfortunately-he couldn’t decide which-she misinterpreted his desperate plea as a response to her query. “Well, definitely their number one alien fan, then.”
He swallowed hard and put on a big smile, gratefully seizing the distraction and clinging to it like it was the last life preserver in a vast ocean of doomed desire. “Wellll…not sure about that. Quite popular on Lexicoricopuli. They have holographic performances every year! Big fans of Earth music, them.”
Rose laughed. “You nutter,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and swaying to the music.
He let his arms rest awkwardly by his sides. “Yep,” he replied, trying very hard not to notice the scent of her floral perfume, “That’s me. Nutty, nutty Doctor.”
She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, and he leapt away as though on fire.
“What is it?” she asked, her light brown eyes wide with concern.
“Err…nothing. Nothing, except…”
Nothing except for the fact that if he didn’t put a stop to this, and fast, he was going to try to snog her senseless, and then where would he be? Either she’d be horrified and leave him, or she would kiss him back, and what a mess that would be. Because then he’d have to tell her how he felt, and he most certainly couldn’t do that.
“Getting old. Music’s too loud.” Blimey, what are you doing? Why would you remind her of that!? 900 years old… Now she’ll never look at you the way you want her to. Which…is the goal. I think. Why is that the goal, again?
“You play it louder in the TARDIS,” she reminded him, befuddled.
“Err…right. Yes. That. Acoustics. Better acoustics in the TARDIS.” He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Should bring Ian Dury aboard to play sometime. Our own private concert! What do you think, Rose?”
She laughed. “I think you get more barmy by the minute,” she said, wrapping her arms back around his neck affectionately.
He sighed, resting his cheek against hers. He needed a better plan. A plan that did not involve sniffing her hair. Even if it did smell like roses and…was that banana?
“Rose?” he asked with a frown. “Err…did you use a banana rose scented shampoo?”
Rose shrugged. “I guess…’s what I found in my bathroom when I was gettin’ ready.”
Silently, he cursed the TARDIS for conspiring against him. As if Rose wasn’t already tantalizing enough, his sentient ship had to add bananas into the mix?
He had an overwhelming compulsion to lick her hair. For the banana flavor, of course. Certainly not for the sweet taste of Rose underneath…
His hands were inching closer to her bum again. Why were they doing that? Hmm…a little lower, and he could absolutely squeeze it and use said squeeze to bring her pelvis closer to his…
A very out of place ringtone startled him, and he leapt away from her. The Doctor looked down guiltily as she fumbled through her skirt pocket and pulled out her mobile. “Hello?” she asked over the loud music. “Mickey?”
Now he felt even more guilty. She had a boyfriend. Mickey the Idiot. Silly, randy alien.
“Strange?” she was asking. “How d’ya mean?” She glanced over at the Doctor, who was tugging nervously on his earlobe. “Alright…we’ll be right there.”
She snapped her phone closed. “Mickey says there’s been some unusual happenings at a school in London. Thinks we should look into it.”
“Right. Yes! Good idea!” the Doctor exclaimed, a little too eagerly. This was just the buffer he needed. With Mickey around, he would remember to keep his hands very, very far away from Rose’s bum.
“’S not like it’s goin’ anywhere,” Rose said, swaying her hips just a little too close to his. “We can at least finish the concert…”
If they finished the concert, the Doctor knew, he was done for. He was wrestling his body for control, and if Rose pressed her body just a centimeter closer and to the right, he was going to have a very big problem. A very big problem that Time Lords didn’t have.
“Nah!” he exclaimed. “Much more exciting, that. Come on!” he said, grabbing her hand and whisking her out of the concert hall, taking care to keep as much space between their bodies as possible.