1st place:
Dum Spiro Spero by biggrstaffbunch

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Horticulture, Boredom, and the Art of Bedroom Politics by professor_spork

2nd place:
With my hand, my fingertips by orange_crushed

3rd place:
nightminds by sapphire_child

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open one's hands and give by zombres

Sorry about all the ties, but I guess there were just TOO MANY AWESOME FICS for the voters to handle. The next challenge will be up soon.

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4. Voting is open until tomorrow 9 pm EST.

( challenge 38 voting )

A/N Un-beta'd cos I wanted to make the deadline.

They’re in love and they’re happy and they’re moving forward, but it’s not healthy, and they’re the only ones who can’t see it.

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Sunday, Domestic
Nine/Rose
Rated M/Adult
This time, when he said, "I am so impressive," Rose had to hold her breath.  He didn't say it defensively, like he had a reputation to uphold.  He said it firmly, assertively, like it was an unshakable fact.  To add to that, his tone was like finest dark chocolate, rich and smooth and sweet, with just that ( Read more... )

“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... )

the whole world in his throat, eleven/rose, amy, adult(ish, this one's a lite-weight, apologies, got nervous on my first challenge, apologies also for the italics I'm having a horrible time posting.)

Most of her knew it right away, that this boy is he, he is this boy. But parts of her mind are still catching up, still realizing the soul behind this ( Read more... )

In Aching Gold Sunlight, ten/rose, adult
She thinks of him in sand. On beaches where they said good-bye, and the cold of the world seeps through to her bones but he can't feel it because he's standing on another plane..., 475 words
author's note: my first challenge-fic here! I hope you all enjoy this smattering of something.

( in aching gold sunlight, in marble, in smoke... )

Torchwood Weddings
TenToo/Rose (also Jackie/Pete), Rated M/Adult
Rose wasn't marrying Torchwood, she was marrying the Doctor, but that actually made the aliens about fifty times more likely to show up.  Add that she herself was THE Rose Tyler, and it was nearly inevitable that they'd be there right before the minister.
3,840 Words

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candy and confounds, Ten/Rose, Adult
Without his sight, all other sensation was elevated, and he was acutely aware of her every tiny movement next to him and of each and every millimetre where her body pressed against his, radiating heat into all sorts of places that were quite warm enough, thank you., 2743 ( Read more... )

Dum Spiro Spero, Eleven/Rose, Adult, 4081 words
"Toast and tea and Rose," he mutters, and kisses her again. The inside of her mouth is slick and warm and tastes faintly like grape preserves and Earl Grey. "Now why didn't I think of that?" He makes a comical face, one of his braces slipping down a shoulder. "Stupid old me. Fish and custard, indeed. ( Read more... )