Little drabble-thingy
Wrote this as a challenge from a DW drabble comm a while back, and decided to post it here too. :)
Rating - U
Doctor - Either Nine or Ten, doesn't really matter.
Words - 100
Title - Alcohol
Rose hiccupped, leaning her head against the Doctor’s shoulder. “S’ strong stuff,” she slurred, a ridiculous grin on her face. The Doctor merely grinned and took another drink. His Gallifreyan anatomy gave him a much higher tolerance.
He smiled to himself, and dropped a kiss on Rose’s forehead. She looked up at him, and grinned blearily. She moved her head upwards, as if to kiss him. Both of the Doctor’s pulses raced. But as their lips were centimetres apart, Rose collapsed onto his shoulder, completely unconscious.
Swearing in Gallifreyan, the Doctor wrapped his arm around her, and tried to sleep.
Rating - U
Doctor - Either Nine or Ten, doesn't really matter.
Words - 100
Title - Alcohol
Rose hiccupped, leaning her head against the Doctor’s shoulder. “S’ strong stuff,” she slurred, a ridiculous grin on her face. The Doctor merely grinned and took another drink. His Gallifreyan anatomy gave him a much higher tolerance.
He smiled to himself, and dropped a kiss on Rose’s forehead. She looked up at him, and grinned blearily. She moved her head upwards, as if to kiss him. Both of the Doctor’s pulses raced. But as their lips were centimetres apart, Rose collapsed onto his shoulder, completely unconscious.
Swearing in Gallifreyan, the Doctor wrapped his arm around her, and tried to sleep.