DW Fic: A Slick Surprise (1/1)
Title: A Slick Surprise (1/1)
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Summary: Repairs are time-consuming and boring. Unless you have the right person to help make it more...interesting.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Thanks to: Ladychi for the title and thumbs up...on this fic and pretty much everything else I've posted in the past few weeks.
Author's Note: This is the last of the older, complete (or nearly complete) fics that have been sitting on my hard drive for months. So unless the writing bug bites soon, don't expect anything new from me for awhile.
“Baby oil,” the Doctor stated helpfully, handing Rose the slippery bottle carefully, making sure it didn't drop to the floor.
Raising a single brow in his direction, she grinned teasingly, tongue poking out from between her teeth. “Something I should know about, Doctor?”
With a roll of his eyes he ignored her, lowering himself to the floor and squirming his way beneath the console. Once in position, he laid down on his back, legs sticking out of the TARDIS innards, resting comfortably at Rose's feet. “Just lube up my parts for me, yeah?”
There was a snicker to his left and he bit back a groan.
Ignoring her obvious flirting, he quickly dug into the task at hand, pulling wires, and un-attaching various bits and bobs of the entire system. It wasn't often he did a complete engine upgrade and his ship was long overdue.
Just about to pass to Rose the first part that needed lubrication, he felt a strange, yet somehow familiar, tugging on his left leg. “Rose?”
The tugging continued, this time on his right leg.
A strange sort of worry started to fill him. She couldn't be...could she? He lifted his head to see what exactly was going on, but couldn't see a single thing. Twisting his neck this way and that didn't help either. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't see through all the wires and bits of metal surrounding him.
Another tug, this time on both legs at once, and a sudden rush of cool air had him nearly slamming his head into the underside of the console, gasping in surprise. Then a warm, slightly sticky hand slid down his stomach, and farther, going places no one had gone before.
Apparently she was.
Trying to shimmy his way out from beneath the console, he was surprised to find something soft and firm pressing against his legs, preventing him from moving. He dropped his head back to the grating, letting out a sigh of frustration.
Another sharp tug and his trousers slipped out from beneath him, leaving his bare flesh pressed up against cool metal.
There was a short pause and then Rose hummed in approval. "Figured you the boxers type, Doctor." He could hear the grin on her face. "But commando works just as well too."
Rating: Teen
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Summary: Repairs are time-consuming and boring. Unless you have the right person to help make it more...interesting.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Thanks to: Ladychi for the title and thumbs up...on this fic and pretty much everything else I've posted in the past few weeks.
Author's Note: This is the last of the older, complete (or nearly complete) fics that have been sitting on my hard drive for months. So unless the writing bug bites soon, don't expect anything new from me for awhile.
“Baby oil,” the Doctor stated helpfully, handing Rose the slippery bottle carefully, making sure it didn't drop to the floor.
Raising a single brow in his direction, she grinned teasingly, tongue poking out from between her teeth. “Something I should know about, Doctor?”
With a roll of his eyes he ignored her, lowering himself to the floor and squirming his way beneath the console. Once in position, he laid down on his back, legs sticking out of the TARDIS innards, resting comfortably at Rose's feet. “Just lube up my parts for me, yeah?”
There was a snicker to his left and he bit back a groan.
Ignoring her obvious flirting, he quickly dug into the task at hand, pulling wires, and un-attaching various bits and bobs of the entire system. It wasn't often he did a complete engine upgrade and his ship was long overdue.
Just about to pass to Rose the first part that needed lubrication, he felt a strange, yet somehow familiar, tugging on his left leg. “Rose?”
The tugging continued, this time on his right leg.
A strange sort of worry started to fill him. She couldn't be...could she? He lifted his head to see what exactly was going on, but couldn't see a single thing. Twisting his neck this way and that didn't help either. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't see through all the wires and bits of metal surrounding him.
Another tug, this time on both legs at once, and a sudden rush of cool air had him nearly slamming his head into the underside of the console, gasping in surprise. Then a warm, slightly sticky hand slid down his stomach, and farther, going places no one had gone before.
Apparently she was.
Trying to shimmy his way out from beneath the console, he was surprised to find something soft and firm pressing against his legs, preventing him from moving. He dropped his head back to the grating, letting out a sigh of frustration.
Another sharp tug and his trousers slipped out from beneath him, leaving his bare flesh pressed up against cool metal.
There was a short pause and then Rose hummed in approval. "Figured you the boxers type, Doctor." He could hear the grin on her face. "But commando works just as well too."