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La Couleur de L'envie, Ten/Rose, r
Nineteenth century France, a painter finds a muse in one Rose Tyler. The Doctor angsts.
He takes a book to bed, reading the same sentence over and over while her laughter taunts him through the walls. She waltzes in after a few hours, red faced and grinning a grin that he's lost claim to sometime during the night ( Read more... )
Nineteenth century France, a painter finds a muse in one Rose Tyler. The Doctor angsts.
He takes a book to bed, reading the same sentence over and over while her laughter taunts him through the walls. She waltzes in after a few hours, red faced and grinning a grin that he's lost claim to sometime during the night ( Read more... )
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MARVELOUSER THAN MARVELOUS, STUPENDOUS AND SPLENDID AND AKLSNFJAHBUEIU I SERIOUSLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR SELF DOUBT IN ANYTHING YOU DO, BECAUSE IT ALWAYS COMES OUT FLAWLESS AND JUST EXACTLY HOW I'D EVER WANT IT.
WHICH SOUNDS CONCEITED, THAT IT WOULD BE FLAWLESS JUST BECAUSE I SAY SO, BUT I HAVE EXQUISITE TASTE SO YOU KNOW IT IS TRUE.
“Cette partie est un éclat de rire!” She giggles against his neck in rough French. Rose Tyler has had her share of spirits for the night. He grins at her and she feels the warm posession of his palm at her waist.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE. SPEAKING FRENCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. SILLY, ROUGH FRENCHHHHHHHHHHHH. I FUCKING LOVE IT.
One man eyes her closely, surveying her up and down like he's doing a bit of window shopping, and the Doctor's fingers clench against her waist even tighter ( ... )
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“Where you jealous, Doctor?” Said like she already knows the answer, as anyone looking at him could see.
There's no use lying, and Time Lord or not, he's still a man.
“Yes.” He breathes, like a confession, leaning over the tub and sighing again. Her shiny wet kneecaps tease and taunt him, slide beneath the water when he uses the tip of one finger to draw a crude looking heart in the foam. The soap dissolves beneath his skin and he catches glimpes of her naked form under the water. Her hand comes out of no where, wet and slippery, and she takes hold of his palm in her grip.
OH GODDDDD.
I JUST.
KAT.
KIT KAT.
LIKE A CONFESSION, HOLY SHIT.
THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME WITH THIS STUFF.
The line of the water keeping her body hidden moves lower as she rises, moves below her breasts and leaves them inches from his touch, pink and shining wet with ramnants of soap bubbles around her nipples.
UM.
HOTTEST IMAGERY EVER, Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/Y/YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
He rips himself away long enough to see her grinning up at him, teeth gripping ( ... )
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Love this: Their laughter echos through the room and across walls, hopefully straight into the ears of Alexandre Cabanel.
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Luurved this muchily. Not only did youu keep them both quite rather completely bananarifically in-character, but the romance was cute and perfectomundo!! HEHE to jealous Doctor! :P
Vair detailed and descriptive imagery youu concocted too!!
=D =D =D =D =D
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