Vacation
Title: Vacation
Author: - mrs_roy
Beta: The beautiful oddood
Rating: G
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Just sharing with the BBC.
A/N: - A gift for maddythevampire, she made me gorgeous DT/BP icons. Thank you.
The weather is unusually cool for this time of year; an early summer evening in Maine. He holds her hand tightly as they walk the southern end of Old Orchard Beach, away from the bright lights and noisy crowds. The nineteen thirties is the big band era; Duke Ellington visits the pier casino each and every summer where thousands come to dance over the waves, under a glittering ball.
They leave the TARDIS, walking up the weathered path, over the sand dunes and past wildflowers that border the mounds like a fringe of cheerful color. The tide is coming in; he can hear the waves break before they’ve seen them, counts the seconds before the next rolls up to the shore. The sweet tang of salt assaults their senses and she watches as he licks his lips, unconsciously. There are very few tourists; just sprinklings of locals litter the beach as they stroll on the damp sand.
The sun is low now, the day at an end. They stop hand in hand, watching as the last rays of light recede from their view. He bends to kiss her forehead, whispering into her hair, “It’s so peaceful here.” His breath is warm against her neck as he nuzzles the spot behind her ear that makes her melt into his arms. She can feel the heat of his body through the fabric of the sort sundress she wears. His hands caress her back and he smiles, smoothing the soft material over her behind.
She leans heavily against him, his lips claiming hers in a warm embrace, kissing her like its goodbye. She knows it’s because he daren’t miss a moment of what they’ve been graced. “You’re so beautiful, Rose Tyler.” He tells her because he can, because he wants to. She’ll never deny that he knows how to set the mood.
Desire pools in her belly. She cups him through his trousers and he groans, his voice low and raspy. He lowers her to the sand gently, sweeps the hair from her brow and tucks it behind her ear. The breeze has picked up, but it’s not chilly enough to bother them. The Doctor and his Rose, just the two of them under the stars, them against the rest of the world. His hand ghosts her breast, her breath hitching at his touch so tender. He raises himself to his elbows, watches with a frown as her silent tears fall quietly. “Please, don’t cry”, he says, his voice filled with love. He holds her close, allows her to sob.
She looks up at his through tear stained eyes, raises her hand to his cheek before she speaks. “I’m just happy. How could I possibly be any happier?”
This night might have to end for them, but there are so many more just waiting to come.