Doctor who fic: Salty Seas (1/1)
Title: Salty Seas (1/1)
Author: dashafeather
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Doctor Who © BBC.
Summary: As it should, the sea tastes of salt. It makes her think of chips, of crisps, of wet holidays in Devon, and of tasting salty tears.
Author's Note: Written for challenge 4 of then_theres_us; the prompt was 'Greece'.
As it should, the sea tastes of salt. It makes her think of chips, of crisps, of wet holidays in Devon, and of tasting salty tears. The water, clear blue, moves onto her lips as she leans back in the sea, sinking through into her mouth.
Rose has been to a lot of beaches in the past one and a half years and she can’t help but be surprised that not one had salt in their seas. It takes a trip back to the tiny planet she once lived on to realise this, too, and she might think the Doctor is trying to make things more familiar for her (which would be silly anyway, she thinks, because doesn’t he realise nothing is familiar anymore?), if it is not for the fact that he has taken her to Greece of all places.
It is lovely and beautiful, she can see, but why he has taken her here is still a mystery. She might not be that surprised if it isn’t for the fact that they are in modern day Greece. The Doctor likes to ramble, after all, about runes and gods and a million other interesting things in an ‘aren’t I just so impressive?’ kind of way.
Not that she is complaining. The sun, the sand, and of course, the salty sea, are all beautiful. Perfect. She turns freely in the water, catching a subtle glimpse of the Time Lord in question, laying on his back in the sand, apparently relaxing. It’s very odd seeing him so still, like seeing a bird forget to fly. She swims over to him, water dribbling down her neck, down her bikini (a small red one the Doctor had apparently never seen before, or so he said when she asked why he was staring at her more than usual).
“Were you sleeping?” she asks as she reaches him. She can see him not so subtly peeking at her under the lids of his eyes.
“Me?” he asks as he sits up, blinking up at the sun as though his eyes have been closed all along. “Sleeping? Don’t be ridiculous, Rose. Time Lords don’t have time to sleep. I was merely resting my eyes.”
She rolls her own eyes and decides not to tell him (right now) how flawed his logic is. Instead she sits next to him, ignores the clinging grains of sand that have suddenly attached themselves to her legs, and rubs her arm against his. “Come on then,” she says with her head tilted. “Why are we here?”
He blinks at her as he wipes the dampness she has just created from his suit. “Why are we here?” he echoes.
“In Greece?”
“Ever heard of a holiday, Rose? Sun, sand, and nice things to do? That ring a bell?” He lifts his eyebrows and grins a little.
“A holiday,” Rose grins back, “Really?”
“Is that so impossible?
“Well, I dunno. Just… we don’t really do much relaxing.” She frowns. They have fun, of course; sometimes even being locked inside a cell with nothing more than a bucket for a toilet can be made fun when they’re with one another. But relaxing... well, that is another matter entirely.
“Well, now we can start,” he simply shrugs with a wide smile. “And where better than on Greece to do it.”
“Well, I’m not gonna argue with -” but she stops as something occurs to her, “Hold on, did you just say on Greece?”
He only blinks at her in an oh, so obvious way.
She stares at him. “We’re on the planet, Greece?”
“Did... I leave that bit out?” He pulls on an ear awkwardly.
Rose only rolls her eyes before laughing musically. She shakes her head and lies back in the white sand. “I don’t know Greece,” she admits, smiling up at the clouds, “the furthest I got as a kid was Wales, but I’ve seen pictures, and... it’s a lot here like the country, isn’t it?” She thinks of the blue, very salty sea, (so apparently there is a planet besides Earth with salt in its seas).
“Yep,” he says, lying beside her and lacing his hand in hers, as natural as breathing. He looks at her as she looks up at the sky. “It’s a very good replica. Very beautiful country, Greece - I’ll take you one day. Unless you want to go right now?” He looks at her and the sun makes it look as if his eyes are on fire. He looks almost raptured with his gaze on her like that.
Rose closes her eyes and lays back. “Can’t move,” she mumbles, lifting her lids just a little at him. It is perfectly true; too much time laying in the glorious sunshine; her muscles feel like jelly now. She rests her head on his shoulder.
She hears a hoarse laugh beside her and can picture his eyes continuing to linger. “And you say we don’t relax,” he says oh, so softly.
The whisper of a touch sails over her cheek for a moment before leaving behind only its ghost as she sighs softly and slowly falls asleep to the lullaby of his gentle breaths.
Author: dashafeather
Characters: Ten/Rose
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Doctor Who © BBC.
Summary: As it should, the sea tastes of salt. It makes her think of chips, of crisps, of wet holidays in Devon, and of tasting salty tears.
Author's Note: Written for challenge 4 of then_theres_us; the prompt was 'Greece'.
As it should, the sea tastes of salt. It makes her think of chips, of crisps, of wet holidays in Devon, and of tasting salty tears. The water, clear blue, moves onto her lips as she leans back in the sea, sinking through into her mouth.
Rose has been to a lot of beaches in the past one and a half years and she can’t help but be surprised that not one had salt in their seas. It takes a trip back to the tiny planet she once lived on to realise this, too, and she might think the Doctor is trying to make things more familiar for her (which would be silly anyway, she thinks, because doesn’t he realise nothing is familiar anymore?), if it is not for the fact that he has taken her to Greece of all places.
It is lovely and beautiful, she can see, but why he has taken her here is still a mystery. She might not be that surprised if it isn’t for the fact that they are in modern day Greece. The Doctor likes to ramble, after all, about runes and gods and a million other interesting things in an ‘aren’t I just so impressive?’ kind of way.
Not that she is complaining. The sun, the sand, and of course, the salty sea, are all beautiful. Perfect. She turns freely in the water, catching a subtle glimpse of the Time Lord in question, laying on his back in the sand, apparently relaxing. It’s very odd seeing him so still, like seeing a bird forget to fly. She swims over to him, water dribbling down her neck, down her bikini (a small red one the Doctor had apparently never seen before, or so he said when she asked why he was staring at her more than usual).
“Were you sleeping?” she asks as she reaches him. She can see him not so subtly peeking at her under the lids of his eyes.
“Me?” he asks as he sits up, blinking up at the sun as though his eyes have been closed all along. “Sleeping? Don’t be ridiculous, Rose. Time Lords don’t have time to sleep. I was merely resting my eyes.”
She rolls her own eyes and decides not to tell him (right now) how flawed his logic is. Instead she sits next to him, ignores the clinging grains of sand that have suddenly attached themselves to her legs, and rubs her arm against his. “Come on then,” she says with her head tilted. “Why are we here?”
He blinks at her as he wipes the dampness she has just created from his suit. “Why are we here?” he echoes.
“In Greece?”
“Ever heard of a holiday, Rose? Sun, sand, and nice things to do? That ring a bell?” He lifts his eyebrows and grins a little.
“A holiday,” Rose grins back, “Really?”
“Is that so impossible?
“Well, I dunno. Just… we don’t really do much relaxing.” She frowns. They have fun, of course; sometimes even being locked inside a cell with nothing more than a bucket for a toilet can be made fun when they’re with one another. But relaxing... well, that is another matter entirely.
“Well, now we can start,” he simply shrugs with a wide smile. “And where better than on Greece to do it.”
“Well, I’m not gonna argue with -” but she stops as something occurs to her, “Hold on, did you just say on Greece?”
He only blinks at her in an oh, so obvious way.
She stares at him. “We’re on the planet, Greece?”
“Did... I leave that bit out?” He pulls on an ear awkwardly.
Rose only rolls her eyes before laughing musically. She shakes her head and lies back in the white sand. “I don’t know Greece,” she admits, smiling up at the clouds, “the furthest I got as a kid was Wales, but I’ve seen pictures, and... it’s a lot here like the country, isn’t it?” She thinks of the blue, very salty sea, (so apparently there is a planet besides Earth with salt in its seas).
“Yep,” he says, lying beside her and lacing his hand in hers, as natural as breathing. He looks at her as she looks up at the sky. “It’s a very good replica. Very beautiful country, Greece - I’ll take you one day. Unless you want to go right now?” He looks at her and the sun makes it look as if his eyes are on fire. He looks almost raptured with his gaze on her like that.
Rose closes her eyes and lays back. “Can’t move,” she mumbles, lifting her lids just a little at him. It is perfectly true; too much time laying in the glorious sunshine; her muscles feel like jelly now. She rests her head on his shoulder.
She hears a hoarse laugh beside her and can picture his eyes continuing to linger. “And you say we don’t relax,” he says oh, so softly.
The whisper of a touch sails over her cheek for a moment before leaving behind only its ghost as she sighs softly and slowly falls asleep to the lullaby of his gentle breaths.