A Life Like That, TenII/Rose, PG13, 519 words

“Come away from the window.”
He hears her say it, knows she’s right. Leans closer to the window.

( It's easy, so much of the time. )

Awake, TenII/Rose, PG

It is 4:17 a.m., and the Doctor has been standing awkwardly in the center of his bedroom for the past nine minutes.  1,169

By professor_spork and beingfacetious.

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As Fair Art Thou, TenII/Rose, PG

Dedicated to professor_spork, on the occasion of her 21st birthday.

Rose wakes to the faint tickle of breath in her ear canal. The Doctor prods her bare shoulder with one finger, probably thinking he’s being gentle. “Rose,” he repeats in a more insistent whisper, “what are you doing today?”  1,502

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The Doctor moves his arm to trace lazy paths across her bare back. “You are lovely.”

She hums and drops a kiss to his chest. After a beat she cracks her eyes open and looks up at him as best she can from her position. “Doctor?”

“Hmm?”

“D’you…That is, is there anything you’d like to say?”

He furrows his brow at the ceiling, his hand still ( Read more... )

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"I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you.
It overwhelmed me. I thought it beyond comprehension, therefore my silence."

“Did you know?”

Rose hums lowly, rising to consciousness just enough to brush her lips against his bare chest. She is, by now, used to this Doctor’s penchant for 4AM chats. She is also aware that ( Read more... )

and make your wish come true, TenII/Rose, G, 820 words

A meaningful cough from the head of the table draws her attention, and she laughs aloud to see the Doctor sitting there, grinning away beneath a large green top hat. He theatrically fluffs the pale blue bowtie and smoothes the lapels of the mustard-yellow jacket. Then he clears his throat ( Read more... )

 
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“This is a surprise adventure!” he insists, and in an instant he is across the room, spinning her around and looping the tie over her eyes despite her cry of protest. “Come on, Rose. You’ll love it. Trust me!”   1,196

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“I love you,” he breathes between kisses and gasps, because she deserves to hear it as often as possible and especially now, and she responds with a breathy sigh and a hand tangled in his hair, and she is perfect, and every bit of this is perfect.
443 words.
A/N: Written as a companion piece/sequel to A Better Fate Than Wisdom, but it can be read ( Read more... )