Fic: A Sprig of Poisonous Berries (1/1)
Title: A Sprig of Poisonous Berries (1/1)
Author: momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: The Christmas Invasion
Characters/Pairings: Rose/Ten
Summary: Rose, the Doctor, and mistletoe.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Merry Christmas, the_magpye! Beta by sinecure
“Stay with me?” Rose asked, her voice filled with tentative hope. “Just...just until I fall asleep?”
The Doctor gazed down on her expectant face, the sadness brewing in her eyes over the loss of her first Doctor just a few short hours before, and knew that he couldn't deny her anything. Not before and certainly not now.
But it wasn't just her need he was responding to when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, because, as much as he didn't know how to admit to it, he needed her just as much.
Maybe more so.
The Doctor titled his head, inhaling her freshly showered scent. “This body,” he whispered, sliding his mouth across her silky soft hair in an almost-but-not-quite kiss, “is a bit too young to survive a Jackie slap.”
Rose giggled. “Mum won't slap you. You stayed for Christmas dinner,” she said, as if that alone was proof of her mother's non-violent tendencies towards him now. “ 'sides, she snogged you under the mistletoe. Even I didn't get that.” Her eyes, focused entirely on his, grew wide in astonishment.
It was hard to keep a straight face, but he managed. Only just barely. “Why, Rose Tyler, I'm sure if you asked, your mum would be more than happy to kiss you beneath a sprig of poisonous berries.”
Rose slapped at his arm. “Oi, you! I see some things haven't changed.”
“Like my ruggedly handsome good looks?” The Doctor waggled his eyebrows at her. Even in the dim light, he saw her cheeks flush scarlet.
Coming to a decision he'd probably talk himself out of if he stopped to think about it, he rose from the couch they'd been snuggling on and made his way across the living room.
“Where're you going?” Rose asked, her voice rising in pitch slightly at his sudden disappearance. He could hear her shifting behind him as he reached the hallway, no doubt getting ready to come after him, but he got what he needed and returned to her side before she could.
Resting his arm on the back of the couch, the Doctor leaned in close, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. “I believe,” he stated, gently tilting her head just so, “that someone requested mistletoe?”
Author: momdaegmorgan - My master fic list
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: The Christmas Invasion
Characters/Pairings: Rose/Ten
Summary: Rose, the Doctor, and mistletoe.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who owns my soul. I own nothing.
Author's Note: Merry Christmas, the_magpye! Beta by sinecure
“Stay with me?” Rose asked, her voice filled with tentative hope. “Just...just until I fall asleep?”
The Doctor gazed down on her expectant face, the sadness brewing in her eyes over the loss of her first Doctor just a few short hours before, and knew that he couldn't deny her anything. Not before and certainly not now.
But it wasn't just her need he was responding to when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, because, as much as he didn't know how to admit to it, he needed her just as much.
Maybe more so.
The Doctor titled his head, inhaling her freshly showered scent. “This body,” he whispered, sliding his mouth across her silky soft hair in an almost-but-not-quite kiss, “is a bit too young to survive a Jackie slap.”
Rose giggled. “Mum won't slap you. You stayed for Christmas dinner,” she said, as if that alone was proof of her mother's non-violent tendencies towards him now. “ 'sides, she snogged you under the mistletoe. Even I didn't get that.” Her eyes, focused entirely on his, grew wide in astonishment.
It was hard to keep a straight face, but he managed. Only just barely. “Why, Rose Tyler, I'm sure if you asked, your mum would be more than happy to kiss you beneath a sprig of poisonous berries.”
Rose slapped at his arm. “Oi, you! I see some things haven't changed.”
“Like my ruggedly handsome good looks?” The Doctor waggled his eyebrows at her. Even in the dim light, he saw her cheeks flush scarlet.
Coming to a decision he'd probably talk himself out of if he stopped to think about it, he rose from the couch they'd been snuggling on and made his way across the living room.
“Where're you going?” Rose asked, her voice rising in pitch slightly at his sudden disappearance. He could hear her shifting behind him as he reached the hallway, no doubt getting ready to come after him, but he got what he needed and returned to her side before she could.
Resting his arm on the back of the couch, the Doctor leaned in close, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. “I believe,” he stated, gently tilting her head just so, “that someone requested mistletoe?”