Fic: Dinner
Title: Dinner
Author: sc_angel72
Rating: M. It’s a bit naughtier, but still no actual smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Not mine. I just like to play in the BBC’s sandbox.
A/N: Yes, another bit of a fluff. I couldn’t help it. And yes, I have WIPs in that need my attention, but I crave the fluff. Anyway, this is a sequel/companion to Lunch. Enjoy!
“…but why d’you lot call them nuts? That’s what I want to know,” the Doctor said as he rummaged around in what served as a refrigerator before pulling back and catching a glimpse of himself in the reflective metal surface. He quite liked this new body. Definitely foxy, even if that had been Cassandra’s observation.
Rose stared at him, her mouth hanging open a bit. “I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
“Now that’s exactly what the Brigadier said just before he choked on his tea and looked at me in horror when I asked him,” he muttered, turning and looking over his shoulder, brightening considerably at the sight of his bum. It really was a lovely bum.
Rose’s snort drew his attention. “Should I leave you two alone?” she asked wryly, leaning against the counter, dinner preparations forgotten for the moment.
“How about a threesome?” he asked cheekily, grabbing her and pulling her up against him.
“Excuse me?” she squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes.
The Doctor smirked. “Well you asked if the two of us wanted to be alone and I thought it would be rude to exclude you, so…”
“You’re so full of it,” Rose laughed, shaking her head.
“Not as full of it as you were a little bit ago,” he retorted, wriggling his hands down to cup her bum.
Rose gaped at him. She was still getting used to him being a bit bawdy. Well, okay maybe more than a bit. Sometimes she was concerned she’d unleashed a sex maniac on the universe. “Doctor!”
“Heard that a bit ago, too,” he smirked wickedly, enjoying Rose’s blushes. Besides, he owed her for winding him up in the café. Speaking of…
“You still haven’t answered my question. Nuts? I’ve heard a lot of euphemisms in my time, but that’s really one of the oddest. Of course, there was that one I heard once about spanking the weasel… Maybe that is a bit odder.”
Rose blinked owlishly at him before she started to giggle in a rather shocked way.
“What? Why in heaven’s name would you spank it? Unless you’re into pain, which I’m quite sure I’m not. At least not to that extent,” he muttered.
“Sometimes you scare me,” she laughed in response, linking her wrists behind his head. “Here we’re tryin’ to have dinner-we didn’t get any lunch, remember-and you’re all over with… with weird names for...” She stopped and stared at him. “Hang on. You don’t have a name for… well, you know… Do you?” Her eyes dipped down before bouncing back to his face.
“What, y’mean for my naughty bits?” he leered back at her, having much too much fun leaving his wicked Rose blushing and stammering. “Not as of yet, but we could always come up with something if you think we should.” He let her go and wandered the kitchen in his bare feet, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“We could always go with something traditional like… Big Ben,” he mused. “Although I’ve never been all that fond of the name Ben. Hrmm. Of course, there’s the Forellian Cluster, but nuts or no, that might be a bit much. Besides, Forellians have the oddest genitalia. Little fluttery--”
“How about The Doctor’s Little Assistant?” Rose cut in with a too-sweet smile and a fluttering of her lashes.
He stopped and plunked his hands on his hips. “If you’re going to be rude, you don’t get to help,” he sniffed, wounded to the quick.
Rose just laughed and gave up all pretense of trying to chop greens. “Sorry. Didn’t realize Time Lords were as sensitive about their bits as human males. I’ll try to be more respectful,” she said, almost managing a straight face. Almost.
“See that you do,” he replied loftily. “Because really, you should worship it. Preferably naked. On your knees…” It was his turn to have a terribly wicked gleam in his eyes.
She threw a handful of salad greens at him. “You’re insatiable!” she chuckled then squeaked as he quickly moved and swept her up against his chest.
“Finally, pearls of truth from the lips of the beauteous Rose. My heart goes pitter-pat. The one on the left, that is.” He waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “Wanna go play Doctor?”
“But I’m hungry!” Rose laughed helplessly. “You dragged me away from my lunch.”
The Doctor made a rude noise as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. “That was your fault, going on about bananas and chocolate and licking… You know how I am about licking.”
“Mmm, yeah I do,” she sighed. “It’s quite an obsession with you, isn’t it?”
“You weren’t complaining earlier,” he pointed out smugly, sliding his hands down the back of her jeans and freezing when he realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers. “Oh now that’s not playing fair!” he exclaimed, pushing his hips more firmly against hers.
Rose laughed huskily. “Well, you did accuse me of playing dirty earlier. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“I am so not disappointed, Rose Tyler, that it’s not even funny.” He ground his hips against hers once more. “In fact…”
“I’m not getting any dinner, am I?” she asked breathlessly, grinning and flushed as he swept her up in his arms.
“Nope,” he smirked wickedly and swept her off, no protests forthcoming.
Author: sc_angel72
Rating: M. It’s a bit naughtier, but still no actual smut
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Not mine. I just like to play in the BBC’s sandbox.
A/N: Yes, another bit of a fluff. I couldn’t help it. And yes, I have WIPs in that need my attention, but I crave the fluff. Anyway, this is a sequel/companion to Lunch. Enjoy!
“…but why d’you lot call them nuts? That’s what I want to know,” the Doctor said as he rummaged around in what served as a refrigerator before pulling back and catching a glimpse of himself in the reflective metal surface. He quite liked this new body. Definitely foxy, even if that had been Cassandra’s observation.
Rose stared at him, her mouth hanging open a bit. “I can’t believe you just asked me that.”
“Now that’s exactly what the Brigadier said just before he choked on his tea and looked at me in horror when I asked him,” he muttered, turning and looking over his shoulder, brightening considerably at the sight of his bum. It really was a lovely bum.
Rose’s snort drew his attention. “Should I leave you two alone?” she asked wryly, leaning against the counter, dinner preparations forgotten for the moment.
“How about a threesome?” he asked cheekily, grabbing her and pulling her up against him.
“Excuse me?” she squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes.
The Doctor smirked. “Well you asked if the two of us wanted to be alone and I thought it would be rude to exclude you, so…”
“You’re so full of it,” Rose laughed, shaking her head.
“Not as full of it as you were a little bit ago,” he retorted, wriggling his hands down to cup her bum.
Rose gaped at him. She was still getting used to him being a bit bawdy. Well, okay maybe more than a bit. Sometimes she was concerned she’d unleashed a sex maniac on the universe. “Doctor!”
“Heard that a bit ago, too,” he smirked wickedly, enjoying Rose’s blushes. Besides, he owed her for winding him up in the café. Speaking of…
“You still haven’t answered my question. Nuts? I’ve heard a lot of euphemisms in my time, but that’s really one of the oddest. Of course, there was that one I heard once about spanking the weasel… Maybe that is a bit odder.”
Rose blinked owlishly at him before she started to giggle in a rather shocked way.
“What? Why in heaven’s name would you spank it? Unless you’re into pain, which I’m quite sure I’m not. At least not to that extent,” he muttered.
“Sometimes you scare me,” she laughed in response, linking her wrists behind his head. “Here we’re tryin’ to have dinner-we didn’t get any lunch, remember-and you’re all over with… with weird names for...” She stopped and stared at him. “Hang on. You don’t have a name for… well, you know… Do you?” Her eyes dipped down before bouncing back to his face.
“What, y’mean for my naughty bits?” he leered back at her, having much too much fun leaving his wicked Rose blushing and stammering. “Not as of yet, but we could always come up with something if you think we should.” He let her go and wandered the kitchen in his bare feet, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“We could always go with something traditional like… Big Ben,” he mused. “Although I’ve never been all that fond of the name Ben. Hrmm. Of course, there’s the Forellian Cluster, but nuts or no, that might be a bit much. Besides, Forellians have the oddest genitalia. Little fluttery--”
“How about The Doctor’s Little Assistant?” Rose cut in with a too-sweet smile and a fluttering of her lashes.
He stopped and plunked his hands on his hips. “If you’re going to be rude, you don’t get to help,” he sniffed, wounded to the quick.
Rose just laughed and gave up all pretense of trying to chop greens. “Sorry. Didn’t realize Time Lords were as sensitive about their bits as human males. I’ll try to be more respectful,” she said, almost managing a straight face. Almost.
“See that you do,” he replied loftily. “Because really, you should worship it. Preferably naked. On your knees…” It was his turn to have a terribly wicked gleam in his eyes.
She threw a handful of salad greens at him. “You’re insatiable!” she chuckled then squeaked as he quickly moved and swept her up against his chest.
“Finally, pearls of truth from the lips of the beauteous Rose. My heart goes pitter-pat. The one on the left, that is.” He waggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “Wanna go play Doctor?”
“But I’m hungry!” Rose laughed helplessly. “You dragged me away from my lunch.”
The Doctor made a rude noise as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. “That was your fault, going on about bananas and chocolate and licking… You know how I am about licking.”
“Mmm, yeah I do,” she sighed. “It’s quite an obsession with you, isn’t it?”
“You weren’t complaining earlier,” he pointed out smugly, sliding his hands down the back of her jeans and freezing when he realized she wasn’t wearing any knickers. “Oh now that’s not playing fair!” he exclaimed, pushing his hips more firmly against hers.
Rose laughed huskily. “Well, you did accuse me of playing dirty earlier. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“I am so not disappointed, Rose Tyler, that it’s not even funny.” He ground his hips against hers once more. “In fact…”
“I’m not getting any dinner, am I?” she asked breathlessly, grinning and flushed as he swept her up in his arms.
“Nope,” he smirked wickedly and swept her off, no protests forthcoming.