Drabble: You Know I'm No Good (1/1)
Title: You Know I'm No Good
Author: karenor
Character/Pairing: Rose/Ten or Ten II (it's II in my head, but for a larger story that's irrelevant at the mo')
Rating: Adult
Summary: The Doctor is all talk. Or is he?
Disclaimer: Like we'd ever see this on telly.
Author's Notes: Written for requialexa's request for the Song Drabble Meme. Perv that she is, she requested #69 in my shuffle and that turned up Amy Winehouse's "You know I'm no good." Somehow I don't think Amy had all dialogue smut-fic drabbles in mind when she wrote the song. Oh well. Ubeta'd. Exactly 100 words.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m busy!”
“Always thought nothing could stop your gob.”
“You can. You... know you can.”
“Talk to me.”
“Rose!”
“Dirty, go on.”
“You know I’m no good at this.”
“What would you do if I stopped?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“What would you do?”
“I’d die. Don’t.”
“No you won’t die. Tell me. If I stopped moving, climbed off of you?”
“I’d… fuck you. Roll over and fuck you.”
“How hard?”
“Hard.”
“How hard?”
“Make you tremble. Make you forget… Make you yell.”
“Yeah? Yell What?”
“My name.”
“Doctor?”
“Rose… that’s not funny.”
“You’re all talk.”
“I am not.”
FIN
*hides*
Author: karenor
Character/Pairing: Rose/Ten or Ten II (it's II in my head, but for a larger story that's irrelevant at the mo')
Rating: Adult
Summary: The Doctor is all talk. Or is he?
Disclaimer: Like we'd ever see this on telly.
Author's Notes: Written for requialexa's request for the Song Drabble Meme. Perv that she is, she requested #69 in my shuffle and that turned up Amy Winehouse's "You know I'm no good." Somehow I don't think Amy had all dialogue smut-fic drabbles in mind when she wrote the song. Oh well. Ubeta'd. Exactly 100 words.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m busy!”
“Always thought nothing could stop your gob.”
“You can. You... know you can.”
“Talk to me.”
“Rose!”
“Dirty, go on.”
“You know I’m no good at this.”
“What would you do if I stopped?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“What would you do?”
“I’d die. Don’t.”
“No you won’t die. Tell me. If I stopped moving, climbed off of you?”
“I’d… fuck you. Roll over and fuck you.”
“How hard?”
“Hard.”
“How hard?”
“Make you tremble. Make you forget… Make you yell.”
“Yeah? Yell What?”
“My name.”
“Doctor?”
“Rose… that’s not funny.”
“You’re all talk.”
“I am not.”
FIN
*hides*