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In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded. Ten/Rose, pg
The universe being born around them and he only has eyes for Rose Tyler's tongue curling around a chip and talking science to him. 470 words
She’s sitting on the ramp, her legs dangling into space through the open doors of the TARDIS. The grating is hard and cold, but she barely notices it as all around her a multitude of colors and lights and nothing and everything sparkles and explodes and burns, reflecting the awe in her brown eyes. There's no sound, as sound isn't yet, as everything isn't yet, and she stares at the infinity, breathing softly, not entirely grasping what she can and can't see.
"Here." He hands her the ketchup, sitting by her side. She smiles and thanks him, taking the bottle and squeezing a generous amount over the serving of chips upon her lap.
"See there?" He points somewhere to her right, and she sees nothing distinguishable to her human eyes, and a mass of potential to his Time Lord ones. He smiles, gazing at her while she gazes at the universe unfolding around them. "In another fifteen billion years, it'll become your home."
She shakes her head, gaping, smiling, loving it all. "It's-- it's amazing. I never-- I don't even know what to say, Doctor!" She laughs softly, shaking her head again, carefully selecting one of the chips to eat. His eyes follow her hand and her mouth while she sucks a glob of ketchup off of a finger. "It's brilliant."
"The edge of creation, Rose. Think about it. Where everything begins. There are no planets, no people, no chippy shops, no before. Just us." He looks at her and waggles his eyebrows. "Imagine the possibilities. Every single one you can. They're all here."
His quip goes unnoticed as she chooses another chip and licks the ketchup off of it, staring at fireworks happening aeons before fireworks were invented. "So, linearly speaking," she says with a pointed nod, cheeky eyebrow crooked, "this is our first date."
He laughs, deep and satisfying. The universe being born around them and he only has eyes for Rose Tyler's tongue curling around a chip and talking science to him.
"It is!" he chuckles. "We're even having chips!"
"S’like some kind of tradition, yeah?" she grins, bumping him with her shoulder, and he bumps back, hugging her to him. She's deliciously warm. Her hair glints gold and smells of strawberries, and there's a smudge of ketchup by her mouth, hypnotising him. Come closer, come closer, lick me off.
He licks his own lips instead, tasting salt, and is caught staring. She bites the tip of her tongue, knowingly, and his mouth is dry. His hand rises to her cheek of its own accord, his calloused finger caressing her lips. Her breathing quickens, a shiver rises up his spine. Just us. Imagine the possibilities.
"Say, Rose Tyler." His voice comes out low, raspy, taking the leap. "Do you ever kiss on a first date?"
She does.
The universe being born around them and he only has eyes for Rose Tyler's tongue curling around a chip and talking science to him. 470 words
She’s sitting on the ramp, her legs dangling into space through the open doors of the TARDIS. The grating is hard and cold, but she barely notices it as all around her a multitude of colors and lights and nothing and everything sparkles and explodes and burns, reflecting the awe in her brown eyes. There's no sound, as sound isn't yet, as everything isn't yet, and she stares at the infinity, breathing softly, not entirely grasping what she can and can't see.
"Here." He hands her the ketchup, sitting by her side. She smiles and thanks him, taking the bottle and squeezing a generous amount over the serving of chips upon her lap.
"See there?" He points somewhere to her right, and she sees nothing distinguishable to her human eyes, and a mass of potential to his Time Lord ones. He smiles, gazing at her while she gazes at the universe unfolding around them. "In another fifteen billion years, it'll become your home."
She shakes her head, gaping, smiling, loving it all. "It's-- it's amazing. I never-- I don't even know what to say, Doctor!" She laughs softly, shaking her head again, carefully selecting one of the chips to eat. His eyes follow her hand and her mouth while she sucks a glob of ketchup off of a finger. "It's brilliant."
"The edge of creation, Rose. Think about it. Where everything begins. There are no planets, no people, no chippy shops, no before. Just us." He looks at her and waggles his eyebrows. "Imagine the possibilities. Every single one you can. They're all here."
His quip goes unnoticed as she chooses another chip and licks the ketchup off of it, staring at fireworks happening aeons before fireworks were invented. "So, linearly speaking," she says with a pointed nod, cheeky eyebrow crooked, "this is our first date."
He laughs, deep and satisfying. The universe being born around them and he only has eyes for Rose Tyler's tongue curling around a chip and talking science to him.
"It is!" he chuckles. "We're even having chips!"
"S’like some kind of tradition, yeah?" she grins, bumping him with her shoulder, and he bumps back, hugging her to him. She's deliciously warm. Her hair glints gold and smells of strawberries, and there's a smudge of ketchup by her mouth, hypnotising him. Come closer, come closer, lick me off.
He licks his own lips instead, tasting salt, and is caught staring. She bites the tip of her tongue, knowingly, and his mouth is dry. His hand rises to her cheek of its own accord, his calloused finger caressing her lips. Her breathing quickens, a shiver rises up his spine. Just us. Imagine the possibilities.
"Say, Rose Tyler." His voice comes out low, raspy, taking the leap. "Do you ever kiss on a first date?"
She does.