DW fic: Scars
Title: Scars
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #1 - Scars
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: The Doctor muses over some scars Rose has.
The Doctor carefully eased open the bathroom door to peer in at Rose as she dried her hair with a noisy hairdryer. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he took in her naked form, still wet from her shower. He watched a drop of water slowly slide down her spine and his half-human body reacted to the sight; he wanted nothing more than to follow the droplet’s path in reverse with his tongue. Rose would gasp, arch back against him, and moan -- he knew because he had done it before.
Her body was beautiful to him, marked in places by scars that were old and gleamed white against her glowing pink flesh. She had been self-conscious about them the first time they had made love, but he had kissed each one with all the love he felt her glowing in his eyes.
There was a very old one on the back of her left thigh, a remnant of the time when, at twelve, she had wrecked her bike and landed on a broken bottle. Three claw marks streaked diagonally down her back, compliments of an alien that had crash landed on Earth shortly after her arrival on Pete’s World. Oddly enough, the injury had been an accident; the alien, who was not used to the fragility of humans, had attempted to pat Rose on the back in greeting, with disastrous results. The vivid bite mark he could see at the juncture of her neck and shoulder was a direct result of the activities in which they had engaged the previous night; it wouldn’t leave much of a mark, really, and anyway, Rose had paid him back by leaving her own delicious mark on his thigh.
Though he couldn’t see it, he knew there was a scar across her stomach where she had been attacked by a weevil the previous year. And there was a scar on her right knee that Rose had gotten at the age of four or five. She and Mickey had been playing in the flat and he had a bad run in with a lamp with sharp, jagged, metal teeth around the empty socket -- Jackie insisted that Rose had almost bled to death. Of course, Rose had other, smaller scars as well, one she had forgotten about or had never noticed she had.
But he had kissed every last one numerous times. To him, they were all beautiful, because they were all Rose.
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #1 - Scars
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Summary: The Doctor muses over some scars Rose has.
The Doctor carefully eased open the bathroom door to peer in at Rose as she dried her hair with a noisy hairdryer. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he took in her naked form, still wet from her shower. He watched a drop of water slowly slide down her spine and his half-human body reacted to the sight; he wanted nothing more than to follow the droplet’s path in reverse with his tongue. Rose would gasp, arch back against him, and moan -- he knew because he had done it before.
Her body was beautiful to him, marked in places by scars that were old and gleamed white against her glowing pink flesh. She had been self-conscious about them the first time they had made love, but he had kissed each one with all the love he felt her glowing in his eyes.
There was a very old one on the back of her left thigh, a remnant of the time when, at twelve, she had wrecked her bike and landed on a broken bottle. Three claw marks streaked diagonally down her back, compliments of an alien that had crash landed on Earth shortly after her arrival on Pete’s World. Oddly enough, the injury had been an accident; the alien, who was not used to the fragility of humans, had attempted to pat Rose on the back in greeting, with disastrous results. The vivid bite mark he could see at the juncture of her neck and shoulder was a direct result of the activities in which they had engaged the previous night; it wouldn’t leave much of a mark, really, and anyway, Rose had paid him back by leaving her own delicious mark on his thigh.
Though he couldn’t see it, he knew there was a scar across her stomach where she had been attacked by a weevil the previous year. And there was a scar on her right knee that Rose had gotten at the age of four or five. She and Mickey had been playing in the flat and he had a bad run in with a lamp with sharp, jagged, metal teeth around the empty socket -- Jackie insisted that Rose had almost bled to death. Of course, Rose had other, smaller scars as well, one she had forgotten about or had never noticed she had.
But he had kissed every last one numerous times. To him, they were all beautiful, because they were all Rose.