Story: Little Black Number
Author: wmr
wendymr Characters: Ninth Doctor, Rose
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: If you read this, I think it'll be clear these characters aren't mine ;)
Summary: Every girl should have a little black number for an appropriate occasion...
For all my fellow Nine-lovers, and with special appreciation to
un_sedentary for stopping me from deleting this.
Little Black Number
Mickey once told her leather suited her. Looking in the mirror, she has to agree.
The soft black fabric moulds to her curves as she pulls it around her, though it gapes at the neck and cleavage. That’s okay. It’ll fasten nicely around her waist with a belt.
Right. Hair up, arranged so strands fall around her face, a fresh application of lippy, and she’s ready.
Leaving the rest of her clothes behind on the floor, she goes off to look for the Doctor, to tell him she’s found the missing jacket he’s been grumbling about for the last hour.
ETA: Continuation in
the comments.