Fic: A Time Lord Stole My Toothbrush
Fic: A Time Lord Stole My Toothbrush
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: red_cocoa
Characters: The Doctor, Rose Tyler
Pairing: 10/Rose
Rating: Hmm… PG-Teen(ish)
It was half past eight in the morning, and the Doctor was strolling down the TARDIS corridors, twirling his double-ended toothbrush between his fingers and humming ‘Afternoon Delight’ slightly out of tune. His superior Time Lord instincts told him it was going to be a swell day.
He liked to begin his day by thoroughly removing any plaque from his teeth, after all, it wasn’t like humans were the only species that practiced dental hygiene. And really, when it came to tooth brushing, Rose’s bathroom really was the best place to do it, from his objective Time Lord perspective of course. The TARDIS had provided Rose with the largest and shiniest bathroom mirror on the ship, and the cold tap’s water pressure really was quite perfect.
He stepped through the open door of Rose’s bedroom, jumped over the piles of laundry on the floor, and skirted around the tangle of pink sheets that had fallen off the side of her bed. The bathroom door stood ajar, and still humming, the Doctor placed his palm against the timber and swung the door wide open.
“Sky rockets in flight, Afternoon Del… del… del… ”
He trailed off, the toothbrush spinning out of his twirling fingers and rebounding off the bathroom wall, clattering into the bath.
Wrapped only in a fluffy white towel, Rose stood on the bathmat, still dripping with warm water. Her bare left leg was lifted and lay across the sink, soapsuds clinging to the skin of her calf and a razor dangled between her fingers.
The Doctor gulped.
Her eyes darted up, and the sound of her breath catching in her throat was audible. The razor slipped and a droplet of blood glided down her leg. The Doctor watched as the bead of blood fell to the floor, creating a ring of red on the white tiles. It looked like the planetary flag for Balhoon, or perhaps an ancient Celtic symbol for the quail, or the moon Blinni-Orkos from a very great distance.
The Doctor suddenly realised that he had been making a strange noise in the back of his throat, and that he had not spoken since entering the bathroom. Hurriedly, he reached for the cotton wool balls from under the sink and pressed one against the fresh cut on Rose’s leg.
"Doctor... what are you doing?" The Doctor looked up from Rose's leg and into her questioning eyes. He started spluttering.
"You're hurt, and you're bleeding... and you're only wearing a towel… and your skin is quite moist." The Doctor gulped loudly, and suddenly noticed that the cotton ball had dropped onto the floor and that his hand was resting on the bare skin of Rose's soapy leg.
Hastily he withdrew his hand, and ran it through his hair, raising his gaze to the ceiling light overhead.
“Doctor?” Rose had reached forward and was tugging at the loose tie around his neck, trying in vain to lower his gaze to meet hers.
The Doctor cleared his throat in what he hoped was a manly and decisive fashion.
"Well then, I have plaque to be removed!" Reaching over Rose’s leg, still stretched across the sink, the Doctor quickly plucked up Rose’s pink toothbrush and her peppermint toothpaste before hastily exited the bathroom.
Rose couldn’t help but smile as she watched him stumble over his feet in his hurry to escape the bathroom. Quickly washing the soap from her leg, Rose pulled the towel tightly around her body and sprinted after the Doctor.
He was, predictably, pacing around the console room, his eyebrows furrowed and his hands deep within the pockets of his suit. His coat was flung over the pilot seat and his tie was left discarded on the floor.
Rose walked over leaned against the console, watching the Doctor pace.
“What brings you here, then?” He muttered. “I thought you were busy bathrooming.”
“Well, a Time Lord did steal my toothbrush.” Rose paused and waited for the Doctor to reply. “You okay there, Doctor?”
He didn’t look up, and instead busied himself with various levers, buttons and screens. “What do you think of Capitula? Funny little planet. They eat pancakes four times a day, everyday! Did you know that? It’s the law there. The pancake law? The law of pancakes? The pan-law? The law-cake? The panca-”
“Doctor,” Rose said, interrupting his pancake monologue. “Can we please talk about the bathroom incident, just now?”
Glancing up, the Doctor’s eyes widened as he caught sight of Rose, still wrapped in the towel, casually leaning against the console.
“Can you please be adorned with some clothing items?” He made sure his voice remained perfectly and completely neutral. He looked back down to the navigation screen, and concentrated on typing C-a-p-i-t-u-l-a.
Rose smiled and reached over to the pilot’s chair, plucking up the Doctor’s coat. “Sure, I’ll just chuck on your coat then, yeah?”
The Doctor looked up to see Rose wrapping the long brown coat around her body, and letting the towel fall to her ankles.
The Doctor swallowed, the sound echoing throughout the console room. For the second time that morning, he found words were beyond his capabilities, and instead settled on opening and closing his mouth hopelessly.
Rose grinned, her bare feet against the metal of the console room’s floor, little droplets of water falling from her wet hair. The coat was big on her, the material bunching at her feet, the sleeves trailing over her hands.
“Just to clarify,” the Doctor cleared his throat loudly. “You’re not wearing any clothes under that.”
Rose stepped closer towards him, stumbling a little over the coat. “Not so much, no.”
“So….” The Doctor scratched his head, taking a step toward her. “You’re naked, wearing my coat.”
“Yeah, yeah I am.” The Doctor watched Rose begin to smile, her eyes twinkling and a hint of her tongue peeking through her teeth.
Within a moment, the Doctor had stepped forward, stopping directly in front of Rose. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
“I think I should return this.” He held offered the pink toothbrush to her.
Rose reached forward and scooped it up from his open hand, “Well, I don’t mind sharing.”
The Doctor grinned.
Lifting his arms, the Doctor drifted his hands across the collar of the coat, his fingers brushing across the skin of Rose’s neck. He smiled. “I must say, my coat does look rather dashing on you.”
“Yeah?” Rose shivered as his fingers trailed up her neck and stroked along her jaw. He smiled as she made a quiet purring noise underneath his touch. Lifting both hands, the Doctor threaded his fingers through her hair and cupped her face between his hands. Rose looked up at him; his expression was contemplative, as if he was suddenly lost in a world of introspection.
There was a beat, and for a moment they stood frozen. Their body’s flush against each other, the Doctor’s hands in her hair, their faces three inches apart.
“Well…” The Doctor said, his eyes gleaming. “I suppose Capitula can wait until another day.”
He tilted her face up towards him, and suddenly, the Doctor’s lips pressed against hers. A second passed where Rose stood shocked, gasping into him, suddenly uncomprehending. And then she was kissing him back, pulling at his suit jacket, and tugging him towards her by his belt. She could feel him smile against her lips.
They backed up until Rose was pressed against the console, their lips parting. The Doctor rested his forehead against Rose’s, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Rose pushed the suit jacket from his body, and fumbled over the buttons and fastenings of his many clothing layers until all was left was a shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders.
The Doctor grinned down at Rose, his fingers deftly opening the top of long brown coat covering her.
“Why, Rose Tyler, I do believe that coat belongs to me.”
Rose smiled coyly as she shrugged her shoulders, letting the coat fall from her body. “I’m not sure about you Doctor, but I have the sudden urge to locate a bed.”
The Doctor grinned, his eyes lingering on Rose’s naked body. “Oh yes, me too.” He quickly pulled his gaze up to meet hers. Reached forward, the Doctor took her hand and entwined their fingers. “C’mon then. Allonsy!”