You Are My Home (13/?)
Title: You Are My Home (13/?)
Pairings: pre-Rose/Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG for this chapter
Author's Note: This will be the last chapter I post until Tuesday night, most likely... which inevitably means there will be one or two before then but I'm going to try to focus on studying.
“I hope you realize that my mother is going to murder you,” Rose tells the Doctor with a disbelieving laugh as they settle into the train car. The truth of this is sinking in now. She’s running away with a man she only met the night before but she’s starting to feel like she’s known him her whole life. She sits, a bit nervously, on the edge of the bed in sleeping car. The Doctor had claimed they were already married when purchasing their tickets. It occurs to her now that they haven’t even brought spare clothes and she’s wearing the nicest gown she owns.
The Doctor laughs in reply before sitting and taking her hands in his. “We can avoid London until she calms down.” It hits her then fully; she’s not just playing some silly little game. She is going to Scotland to be married and then who knows where they will go next.
“Where will we go after Edinburgh?” she asks.
“Where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world.”
“Italy,” Rose suggests. “…Naples, perhaps.”
“Then that’s where we’ll go.”
“Just like that?” she asks, unable to keep from sounding a bit awestruck.
“Just like that,” he responds with a grin before kissing her temple.
Rose grins back at him, unable to help herself and still feeling giddy about everything that has happened. “You think you’re so impressive,” she teases.
The Doctor looks affronted. “I am so impressive.”
Rose laughs. “Oh? Then what does this mean?” she asks before gently tapping her closed fan against her lips.
“Not a clue, but I suppose I could hazard a guess,” he says as he draws her hand away and presses his lips to hers. Rose cannot help smiling into the kiss.
“You’re a quick learner,” Rose murmurs a bit breathlessly. The Doctor reaches up to caress her cheek, gently stroking his thumb across it before sighing. His hand slips down to her shoulder and he blinks, seemingly in surprise.
“Your dress,” he mutters.
“What about it?” Rose asks, suddenly quite confused and a bit nervous.
The Doctor shakes his head. “Sorry. For all the travelling I do, it didn’t even occur to me that we ought to have packed before we left.”
“That only just occurred to you? I confess I thought of it briefly but there is nothing to be done about it. We couldn’t have gone back to my mother’s home. The servants would have asked too many questions,” Rose replies.
“Right... It wasn’t too presumptuous of me to say we were already married? It was that or you’re my charge and that just doesn’t seem right.”
Rose’s own discomfort over the subject is quickly forgotten when she notices his sheepish expression. “It is fine, Doctor,” she tells him earnestly. “I trust you. And we are to be married quite soon.”
“We are,” the Doctor says before he kisses her temple and then he settles farther back onto the bed. Rose stays sitting where she is.
“I hardly know anything about you,” she says abruptly and she isn’t sure she actually meant to say it allowed.
“Does it matter?” he asks softly.
Rose shakes her head. “I don’t know,” she replies honestly. “My mother’s always said I’m too impulsive but even just two days ago I would have laughed if anyone were to suggest I’d be eloping with a man I’d only just met.”
The Doctor stands suddenly and moves to the other side of the small room. “Doctor, please, I didn’t…” she stands as well a bit more slowly and moves over to his side, lightly resting her hand on his shoulder. “We’ve two days to get to know each other, haven’t we? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
She watches him nervously until he turns to face her. He slips his arms around her waist. Rose lets him pull her to him and presses her face to his shoulder. She thinks she hears him whisper something into her hair but she can’t make out the words over the sounds of the train. She finds herself suddenly rather exhausted and leans more heavily against him. “Tired?” he asks, sounding amused.
“Mm,” Rose hums in agreement. The Doctor chuckles before kissing the top of her head.
“We can talk in the morning,” he assures her. “You take the bed of course.”
Rose pulls away slowly. She wishes now that she’d not worn quite so complicated a dress. Getting into and out of it was well neigh impossible on her own. “I’m afraid it would be quite impossible for me to reach the buttons on my gown,” she tells him somewhat nervously. I believe I can manage the rest on my own but could you?” she turns away from him and gestures to the long row of tiny buttons down the back of the bodice.
He gets through them faster than she expected and she’s rather grateful for that. It feels as though her cheeks are on fire as she feels his hands brushing along her back. “Thank you,” she says, still holding the gown in place. The Doctor walks over toward the lounge chair and keeps his back to her as she fumbles to get out of the many layers of silk. She takes the dress and carefully drapes it over one of the chairs. Fortunately getting her corset off is somewhat easier than putting it on at least. It takes her awhile as she’s rarely needed to do so on her own but she manages somehow and tucks it under her dress. She keeps her satin chemise and petticoat on.
Rose carefully removes the flower from her hair and pulls out the pin holding it in place as well. She sets them down on the ledge before climbing onto the bed and under the covers. She quickly plaits her hair to avoid it becoming a tangled mess in the morning as she doesn’t have a brush and finds herself wishing this had been something they’d had a bit more time to plan for. The Doctor turns around once she stops moving around and smiles softly at her. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.
He leans over to kiss her cheek but she turns at the last moment so he kisses her properly. She can tell he’s surprised for a moment but then he presses his lips to hers more firmly and she’s glad because a part of her was worried she was being too forward, which is a bit foolish she knows but he’s only kissed her the once and while they were sitting on the bed, that’s quite a different matter than kissing while she’s in the bed and hardly clothed. The Doctor is smiling fondly at her when he pulls back though and she forgets her concern rather quickly.
“Have you been to Scotland before?” she asks as she adjusts her pillow and settles back against it. The Doctor nods. “Tell me about it?” He smiles and brushes a loose strand of hair away from her face before moving back to the chair. She closes her eyes as he begins to talk and lets his words wash over her. She tries to stay awake to listen to him but she drifts off quickly to the soothing sound of his voice.
13.5 The Letters
Pairings: pre-Rose/Nine
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG for this chapter
Author's Note: This will be the last chapter I post until Tuesday night, most likely... which inevitably means there will be one or two before then but I'm going to try to focus on studying.
“I hope you realize that my mother is going to murder you,” Rose tells the Doctor with a disbelieving laugh as they settle into the train car. The truth of this is sinking in now. She’s running away with a man she only met the night before but she’s starting to feel like she’s known him her whole life. She sits, a bit nervously, on the edge of the bed in sleeping car. The Doctor had claimed they were already married when purchasing their tickets. It occurs to her now that they haven’t even brought spare clothes and she’s wearing the nicest gown she owns.
The Doctor laughs in reply before sitting and taking her hands in his. “We can avoid London until she calms down.” It hits her then fully; she’s not just playing some silly little game. She is going to Scotland to be married and then who knows where they will go next.
“Where will we go after Edinburgh?” she asks.
“Where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world.”
“Italy,” Rose suggests. “…Naples, perhaps.”
“Then that’s where we’ll go.”
“Just like that?” she asks, unable to keep from sounding a bit awestruck.
“Just like that,” he responds with a grin before kissing her temple.
Rose grins back at him, unable to help herself and still feeling giddy about everything that has happened. “You think you’re so impressive,” she teases.
The Doctor looks affronted. “I am so impressive.”
Rose laughs. “Oh? Then what does this mean?” she asks before gently tapping her closed fan against her lips.
“Not a clue, but I suppose I could hazard a guess,” he says as he draws her hand away and presses his lips to hers. Rose cannot help smiling into the kiss.
“You’re a quick learner,” Rose murmurs a bit breathlessly. The Doctor reaches up to caress her cheek, gently stroking his thumb across it before sighing. His hand slips down to her shoulder and he blinks, seemingly in surprise.
“Your dress,” he mutters.
“What about it?” Rose asks, suddenly quite confused and a bit nervous.
The Doctor shakes his head. “Sorry. For all the travelling I do, it didn’t even occur to me that we ought to have packed before we left.”
“That only just occurred to you? I confess I thought of it briefly but there is nothing to be done about it. We couldn’t have gone back to my mother’s home. The servants would have asked too many questions,” Rose replies.
“Right... It wasn’t too presumptuous of me to say we were already married? It was that or you’re my charge and that just doesn’t seem right.”
Rose’s own discomfort over the subject is quickly forgotten when she notices his sheepish expression. “It is fine, Doctor,” she tells him earnestly. “I trust you. And we are to be married quite soon.”
“We are,” the Doctor says before he kisses her temple and then he settles farther back onto the bed. Rose stays sitting where she is.
“I hardly know anything about you,” she says abruptly and she isn’t sure she actually meant to say it allowed.
“Does it matter?” he asks softly.
Rose shakes her head. “I don’t know,” she replies honestly. “My mother’s always said I’m too impulsive but even just two days ago I would have laughed if anyone were to suggest I’d be eloping with a man I’d only just met.”
The Doctor stands suddenly and moves to the other side of the small room. “Doctor, please, I didn’t…” she stands as well a bit more slowly and moves over to his side, lightly resting her hand on his shoulder. “We’ve two days to get to know each other, haven’t we? I didn’t mean anything by it.”
She watches him nervously until he turns to face her. He slips his arms around her waist. Rose lets him pull her to him and presses her face to his shoulder. She thinks she hears him whisper something into her hair but she can’t make out the words over the sounds of the train. She finds herself suddenly rather exhausted and leans more heavily against him. “Tired?” he asks, sounding amused.
“Mm,” Rose hums in agreement. The Doctor chuckles before kissing the top of her head.
“We can talk in the morning,” he assures her. “You take the bed of course.”
Rose pulls away slowly. She wishes now that she’d not worn quite so complicated a dress. Getting into and out of it was well neigh impossible on her own. “I’m afraid it would be quite impossible for me to reach the buttons on my gown,” she tells him somewhat nervously. I believe I can manage the rest on my own but could you?” she turns away from him and gestures to the long row of tiny buttons down the back of the bodice.
He gets through them faster than she expected and she’s rather grateful for that. It feels as though her cheeks are on fire as she feels his hands brushing along her back. “Thank you,” she says, still holding the gown in place. The Doctor walks over toward the lounge chair and keeps his back to her as she fumbles to get out of the many layers of silk. She takes the dress and carefully drapes it over one of the chairs. Fortunately getting her corset off is somewhat easier than putting it on at least. It takes her awhile as she’s rarely needed to do so on her own but she manages somehow and tucks it under her dress. She keeps her satin chemise and petticoat on.
Rose carefully removes the flower from her hair and pulls out the pin holding it in place as well. She sets them down on the ledge before climbing onto the bed and under the covers. She quickly plaits her hair to avoid it becoming a tangled mess in the morning as she doesn’t have a brush and finds herself wishing this had been something they’d had a bit more time to plan for. The Doctor turns around once she stops moving around and smiles softly at her. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed.
He leans over to kiss her cheek but she turns at the last moment so he kisses her properly. She can tell he’s surprised for a moment but then he presses his lips to hers more firmly and she’s glad because a part of her was worried she was being too forward, which is a bit foolish she knows but he’s only kissed her the once and while they were sitting on the bed, that’s quite a different matter than kissing while she’s in the bed and hardly clothed. The Doctor is smiling fondly at her when he pulls back though and she forgets her concern rather quickly.
“Have you been to Scotland before?” she asks as she adjusts her pillow and settles back against it. The Doctor nods. “Tell me about it?” He smiles and brushes a loose strand of hair away from her face before moving back to the chair. She closes her eyes as he begins to talk and lets his words wash over her. She tries to stay awake to listen to him but she drifts off quickly to the soothing sound of his voice.
13.5 The Letters