His Silent Queen, Chapter 4
Fic: His Silent Queen
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little sex, swearing later on.
Word Count: 400+
Summary: The Doctor has just returned to the TARDIS with an unconscious Rose, and the Doctor is ridden with guilt as he tries to figure out what next to do.
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When Rose woke up, she could instantly feel the entirety of the newly-developing bruises that were scattered over her body. She groaned in discomfort and stretched her limbs out, curling her toes around the soft fabric of her sheets. Then, realizing her state of disarray, she sat up quickly and scrambled to grab the sheets to her chest. Where am I? She looked around distractedly and sighed in relief as she saw the comforting surroundings of her bedroom. The tight pull of the back strap of her bra and the tightness of her wet jeans reminded her she was not completely undignified, and for that she was grateful.
How had she gotten here? The last she could remember, the prisoner next to her had shot the emperor, and the cave they were trapped in had started to rumble. She faintly remembered the tumble of rocks, the Doctor grabbing her hand, a distant "Rose", and a sharp pain hitting the back of her head. All other memories were lost.
She lifted a hand up to the back of her head and gingerly touched the pounding spot. Her hands felt the jagged edges of dried blood caked onto her blonde hair, which was now unruly and matted. She shifted her fingers to brush her hair out of her eyes, but they came in contact with nothing, her bangs already tucked tightly behind her right ear. Her fingertips paused momentarily on her cheekbones as a wave of déjà vu flooded through her. Her skin remembered a touch, someone touching her there, but she could not for the life of her remember who. Her cheeks flushed beneath her, embracing the forgotten memory of intimacy.
Suddenly aware of her lack of shirt, Rose's eyes searched her room for the misplaced garment. Her eyes found their object of attention folded meticulously beside her, deliberately placed far enough out of reach that if she were to roll over, she would not fall on top of it. A hopeful thought danced in the back of Rose's mind; Who could have put it there? What if the Doctor had put it there? She unknowingly smiled to herself, and upon realizing it, blushed with embarrassment.
She stood up from her bed, her body tingling with the forbidden sensation of desire, before deciding to go clean herself up. After all, she needed to go find the Doctor to ask him what had happened, but that could wait until she was fresh and clean again.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little sex, swearing later on.
Word Count: 400+
Summary: The Doctor has just returned to the TARDIS with an unconscious Rose, and the Doctor is ridden with guilt as he tries to figure out what next to do.
Thank you all so much for the kind comments, and please continue to give me any feedback!
When Rose woke up, she could instantly feel the entirety of the newly-developing bruises that were scattered over her body. She groaned in discomfort and stretched her limbs out, curling her toes around the soft fabric of her sheets. Then, realizing her state of disarray, she sat up quickly and scrambled to grab the sheets to her chest. Where am I? She looked around distractedly and sighed in relief as she saw the comforting surroundings of her bedroom. The tight pull of the back strap of her bra and the tightness of her wet jeans reminded her she was not completely undignified, and for that she was grateful.
How had she gotten here? The last she could remember, the prisoner next to her had shot the emperor, and the cave they were trapped in had started to rumble. She faintly remembered the tumble of rocks, the Doctor grabbing her hand, a distant "Rose", and a sharp pain hitting the back of her head. All other memories were lost.
She lifted a hand up to the back of her head and gingerly touched the pounding spot. Her hands felt the jagged edges of dried blood caked onto her blonde hair, which was now unruly and matted. She shifted her fingers to brush her hair out of her eyes, but they came in contact with nothing, her bangs already tucked tightly behind her right ear. Her fingertips paused momentarily on her cheekbones as a wave of déjà vu flooded through her. Her skin remembered a touch, someone touching her there, but she could not for the life of her remember who. Her cheeks flushed beneath her, embracing the forgotten memory of intimacy.
Suddenly aware of her lack of shirt, Rose's eyes searched her room for the misplaced garment. Her eyes found their object of attention folded meticulously beside her, deliberately placed far enough out of reach that if she were to roll over, she would not fall on top of it. A hopeful thought danced in the back of Rose's mind; Who could have put it there? What if the Doctor had put it there? She unknowingly smiled to herself, and upon realizing it, blushed with embarrassment.
She stood up from her bed, her body tingling with the forbidden sensation of desire, before deciding to go clean herself up. After all, she needed to go find the Doctor to ask him what had happened, but that could wait until she was fresh and clean again.