DW fic: Perfect Rose
Title: Perfect Rose
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #5 - Music
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: Low-grade Adult
Summary: He licked his own lips, imaging her taste, the sweetness of her lips, the feeling that would thrill through him as her fingers threaded into his hair.
The Doctor licked his lips and chewed on his pencil as he thought, then grabbed it out of his mouth and scribbled more notes on the sheet of staff paper in front of him. He stuck the pencil behind his ear and plunked at the ivory keys on the Tyler’s grand piano and then frowned, scratching out what he had just written and attempting something else, pinching his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated. After several more erasures and changed to the musical score in front of him, he nodded to himself, spread the pages out across the piano and carefully began playing his new composition. A satisfied smile spread across his face as the wistful melody filled the study.
Perfect.
He closed his eyes as he played and imagined Rose standing before him, gloriously naked. The music became softer and he continued to play form memory as he pictured himself kissing her soft pink lips and insinuating his tongue between them as they parted eagerly to receive him. He licked his own lips, imaging her taste, the sweetness of her lips, the feeling that would thrill through him as her fingers threaded into his hair. Each stroke of his fingers upon the keys was a reflection of the vivid imagery in his head.
Each soft sigh his mental Rose gave was accentuated by an equally soft note, each groan represented by deeper note. He grimaced when he reached the notes intended to represent the sounds Rose made when she was on the verge of orgasm. At first the notes were too high, then too low, then too high again. He smiled when finally the music emanating from the piano matched the sounds filling his memory. There were a few playful notes as he visualized the way Rose’s fingers would dance over his skin and then the music turned loud and heavy as he thought of how she would grip his arms as he thrust into her over and over again.
His breathing hitched as he imagined the look on her face as she reached her peak, his hands trembling on the keyboard but somehow still managing to find the right notes to represent his vision musically. Then it was back to the softer tones as he and Rose languidly kissed and touched each other before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
“That was beautiful.”
The Doctor’s hands jerked against the keys as he jumped, startled, and whirled around on the piano stool to see Rose leaning against the doorjamb with a wistful smile on her face. “Oh,” he said, stammering a bit in surprise. “Well… you know… just doing a little… composing.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “What are you doing home so early?”
Rose grinned. “Thought I would pop in and see if you were ready for lunch. Heard the music and…” She ran her tongue over her lips and it came to rest at the corner of her mouth. “I didn’t know you could play.”
“Oh yes,” the Doctor said, beaming at her and wriggling his fingers. “Musical hands. Good for… playing music.” He whirled around to grab his sheet music. After locating his pencil and making a few corrections, he spun back around “And writing it. See? I write music too. Manly, musical hands…”
Rose’s eyebrows arched with surprise and she walked over to take the pages from him. “‘My Perfect Rose’,” she read and then gave a slight laugh. “I’m hardly ‘perfect’, Doctor…” She yelped when he pulled her onto his lap, sending the sheet music flying into the air.
An hour later, he had all the notes perfect.
Author: Rambling Rose / irishlullaby
Beta Babe: crimedoc1
The Prompt: Per 25moments #5 - Music
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing/Characters: TenII/Rose
Rating: Low-grade Adult
Summary: He licked his own lips, imaging her taste, the sweetness of her lips, the feeling that would thrill through him as her fingers threaded into his hair.
The Doctor licked his lips and chewed on his pencil as he thought, then grabbed it out of his mouth and scribbled more notes on the sheet of staff paper in front of him. He stuck the pencil behind his ear and plunked at the ivory keys on the Tyler’s grand piano and then frowned, scratching out what he had just written and attempting something else, pinching his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated. After several more erasures and changed to the musical score in front of him, he nodded to himself, spread the pages out across the piano and carefully began playing his new composition. A satisfied smile spread across his face as the wistful melody filled the study.
Perfect.
He closed his eyes as he played and imagined Rose standing before him, gloriously naked. The music became softer and he continued to play form memory as he pictured himself kissing her soft pink lips and insinuating his tongue between them as they parted eagerly to receive him. He licked his own lips, imaging her taste, the sweetness of her lips, the feeling that would thrill through him as her fingers threaded into his hair. Each stroke of his fingers upon the keys was a reflection of the vivid imagery in his head.
Each soft sigh his mental Rose gave was accentuated by an equally soft note, each groan represented by deeper note. He grimaced when he reached the notes intended to represent the sounds Rose made when she was on the verge of orgasm. At first the notes were too high, then too low, then too high again. He smiled when finally the music emanating from the piano matched the sounds filling his memory. There were a few playful notes as he visualized the way Rose’s fingers would dance over his skin and then the music turned loud and heavy as he thought of how she would grip his arms as he thrust into her over and over again.
His breathing hitched as he imagined the look on her face as she reached her peak, his hands trembling on the keyboard but somehow still managing to find the right notes to represent his vision musically. Then it was back to the softer tones as he and Rose languidly kissed and touched each other before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
“That was beautiful.”
The Doctor’s hands jerked against the keys as he jumped, startled, and whirled around on the piano stool to see Rose leaning against the doorjamb with a wistful smile on her face. “Oh,” he said, stammering a bit in surprise. “Well… you know… just doing a little… composing.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “What are you doing home so early?”
Rose grinned. “Thought I would pop in and see if you were ready for lunch. Heard the music and…” She ran her tongue over her lips and it came to rest at the corner of her mouth. “I didn’t know you could play.”
“Oh yes,” the Doctor said, beaming at her and wriggling his fingers. “Musical hands. Good for… playing music.” He whirled around to grab his sheet music. After locating his pencil and making a few corrections, he spun back around “And writing it. See? I write music too. Manly, musical hands…”
Rose’s eyebrows arched with surprise and she walked over to take the pages from him. “‘My Perfect Rose’,” she read and then gave a slight laugh. “I’m hardly ‘perfect’, Doctor…” She yelped when he pulled her onto his lap, sending the sheet music flying into the air.
An hour later, he had all the notes perfect.