Gratuitious Birthday Ficlet :)
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sarahblack!
And since you gave me a prompt, back when I was asking, have a ficlet:
Title: Divertimento
Fandom, pairing, etc. Dr. Who, Doctor/Rose
Rating: R for steamy kisses.
The first time it happens, it's only two weeks after he took her to the end of the world. They're on a planet whose name, when she asked him to write it out for her, turned out to contain no less than three x's and four apostrophes and the Doctor has just turned down a hallway whose primary distinguishing feature is a large sign with the words "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" at its beginning.
They can hear the sounds of conversation from around a corner, and there is no way they'll make it back down the hallway before they're discovered, even if they've barely made it past the first door, so Rose, in a flash of brilliant inspiration, grabs the Doctor's arm and almost swings him into a recessed doorway, and then proceeds to nearly climb him like a pole as she hitches herself up to kiss him senseless.
It works; the lab-coated head of the science department merely makes indulgent tutting noises and turns them out of the hallway with a knowing smirk, which leaves the Doctor adorably flustered and Rose blushing furiously.
"That was brilliant," he whispers at her as they walk away, trying their best to not look suspicious. Then he looks embarrassed and he's clearly more human than he lets on if he can blush like that, and she can see him engaging the backpedals trying to save face. "As strategy, I mean!"
It's a little bit awkward but they blow up the science department and leave the planet with the impossible name, and when they've slept on it for a night it's like nothing ever happened.
+++
The second time it happens it's his idea. They're on a market planet and it's been nice and quiet and fun, and she should've figured it couldn't be that easy, but still. They're coming back from dinner, laughing like lunatics, holding hands because it's just that kind of night, arms swinging as they walk down the street.
And then she's suddenly being kissed within an inch of her life in some shady alcove, his arms wound around her, one of his hands in her hair, and she can't say she hasn't been thinking about this but she didn't figure he'd make the first move.
She's breathless and blinking when he breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against hers and she barely hears him when he whispers, "Did it work? Did he see us?"
It takes a few heartbeats for the meaning to sink in and when it does she puts both her hands on his chest and shoves him back, hard. "Yeah," she says, pretending humour and ignoring the flicker of distress in his eyes, "I think it did."
+++
The third time, he's got nothing to do with it. That's because the third time happens with Jack.
This time it's not so much a diversion as it is a distraction. They're carrying bags of grocieries – they'd wanted to stock up on a few things, since they were in England, and even if it's the fifties it still means that they can get decent blends of tea and proper marmalade, and then they'd gotten a little carried away.
The Doctor had some business elsewhere but they're going to meet him at the Tardis and Rose cannot wait to dig into their supplies. She's considering the ten varieties of jam they couldn't resist buying and not thinking about much else when she hears someone hollering behind them. She can't understand the lingo but she gets the gist of it and she's starting to get a little worried and more than a little frustrated when Jack suddenly catches her with one arm and swings her around, kissing her soundly in the middle of the street, dropping his shopping bag and enveloping her in a full-body hug that is probably the only thing that's stopping her from melting into a puddle at his feet.
And this is Jack, of course, so even if the kiss has served its purpose it just doesn't seem right to stop if you have a willing partner to continue it with, and oh, Rose is more than willing.
She doesn't know whether to be relieved or annoyed that the Doctor picks this exact street on his way back to the Tardis and catches them liplocked and flustered like teenagers. On the one hand, well, talking about mixed messages, but on the other, he did seem a little bit dazed, there.
She has no compunction about experimenting with it either those ten varieties of jam really turn out useful. They give her a lot of opportunities to lick her fingers and she catches him staring almost every time.
Later on, though, it's Jack who knocks on her door.
+++
The fourth time is different and not just because he's suddenly not the same person she kissed the other two times.
Well, maybe it is, a little bit, because while her Doctor was kind of ruggedly handsome in a mismatched-features sort of way, this Doctor is actually right up her alley; a little awkward and a little geeky and never shuts up. But mostly it's different because this time they're really playing for their lives; the guards are armed, and they're quite a ways into territory where they ought not to be and also because they're done picking up what they came for: a small, flat device the Doctor maintains is from the future of this world and holds information about arms development that could easily make things very, very hairy in this galaxy in a year or two. She can feel his hand slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans as his other hand gets tangled up in her hair and he presses her into the wall, kissing her with that mouth she's been trying not to look at ever since he changed, almost hoping they'd get themselves into precisely this situation so she'd have an excuse.
Now she does, and there's an element of danger that sends a thrill of excitement down to her toes, because if she ever had an excuse to pretend really hard, this is it. Which is her reasoning for holding him by the neck with one hand and unashamedly grabbing his arse with the other, pulling him closer, close enough that she can lift her leg and fold it around the back of his thigh, putting them flush against each other, her back against the wall. She knows and hopes that he realizes that this time, kissing isn't going to be enough – they're too far away from anywhere they're allowed to be to have just ducked in here for a snog.
He's surprised, she can tell by his hesitation every time she does something new and unexpected, but he's playing along, the hand that's not tangled in her hair travelling over her body before settling on her breast and suddenly there's a moment where the kiss crosses the line from practical necessity to fathomless desire and when the soldiers finally reach them and start snickering, Rose has almost forgotten how and why this started in the first place.
"I, uh," she says, because the Doctor has just licked a path from her collarbone to her ear and she knows her eyes have gone unfocused with lust and the words stick in her throat, "was wondering if you could direct us to a... broom closet?"
They're herded out of there like errant children by chuckling soldiers, who helpfully point out that they're supposed to heed the 'No Entrance' signs and that all broom closet doors are painted blue. They pass a blue door on the way to the Tardis and Rose has to fight her first instinct, which is to drag the Doctor in there and damn the consequences, but they're pressed for time if they want a clean getaway and she doesn't make a comment as they march past, though she does notice that she's not the only one to cast a longing glance at the closet door.
He's unusually silent as they walk, which means she has no legitimate reason to look at him, but she does anyway – he's wonderfully dishevelled, that impossible hair even more mussed than usual and the back of his jacket creased, his tie knocked askew.
The fifth time... the fifth time happens when he's taken the Tardis into the Vortex, shuddering and shaking with the effort of tearing at breakneck speed through time and space, and she can still feel his hair between her fingers, his hands on her body, taste him on her lips.
There's a moment of turbulence, she stumbles and he reaches out to steady her, and there's no decisionmaking involved in pulling him down and kissing him again, there's no reason or excuse, she just wants to and she catches the opportunity when it presents itself.
For a minute she thinks he's going to push her away, pretend nothing's happened and leave her to hope for other occasions where the camouflage of a kiss may be necessary, but then he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back.
That's the last kiss she counts – mostly because keeping count would, from that point onwards, involve more complex arithmetic than Rose can easily grasp.
After that, she only knows that she gets to kiss him as often as she wants. And that is really all she cares about.
sarahblack!And since you gave me a prompt, back when I was asking, have a ficlet:
Title: Divertimento
Fandom, pairing, etc. Dr. Who, Doctor/Rose
Rating: R for steamy kisses.
The first time it happens, it's only two weeks after he took her to the end of the world. They're on a planet whose name, when she asked him to write it out for her, turned out to contain no less than three x's and four apostrophes and the Doctor has just turned down a hallway whose primary distinguishing feature is a large sign with the words "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" at its beginning.
They can hear the sounds of conversation from around a corner, and there is no way they'll make it back down the hallway before they're discovered, even if they've barely made it past the first door, so Rose, in a flash of brilliant inspiration, grabs the Doctor's arm and almost swings him into a recessed doorway, and then proceeds to nearly climb him like a pole as she hitches herself up to kiss him senseless.
It works; the lab-coated head of the science department merely makes indulgent tutting noises and turns them out of the hallway with a knowing smirk, which leaves the Doctor adorably flustered and Rose blushing furiously.
"That was brilliant," he whispers at her as they walk away, trying their best to not look suspicious. Then he looks embarrassed and he's clearly more human than he lets on if he can blush like that, and she can see him engaging the backpedals trying to save face. "As strategy, I mean!"
It's a little bit awkward but they blow up the science department and leave the planet with the impossible name, and when they've slept on it for a night it's like nothing ever happened.
+++
The second time it happens it's his idea. They're on a market planet and it's been nice and quiet and fun, and she should've figured it couldn't be that easy, but still. They're coming back from dinner, laughing like lunatics, holding hands because it's just that kind of night, arms swinging as they walk down the street.
And then she's suddenly being kissed within an inch of her life in some shady alcove, his arms wound around her, one of his hands in her hair, and she can't say she hasn't been thinking about this but she didn't figure he'd make the first move.
She's breathless and blinking when he breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against hers and she barely hears him when he whispers, "Did it work? Did he see us?"
It takes a few heartbeats for the meaning to sink in and when it does she puts both her hands on his chest and shoves him back, hard. "Yeah," she says, pretending humour and ignoring the flicker of distress in his eyes, "I think it did."
+++
The third time, he's got nothing to do with it. That's because the third time happens with Jack.
This time it's not so much a diversion as it is a distraction. They're carrying bags of grocieries – they'd wanted to stock up on a few things, since they were in England, and even if it's the fifties it still means that they can get decent blends of tea and proper marmalade, and then they'd gotten a little carried away.
The Doctor had some business elsewhere but they're going to meet him at the Tardis and Rose cannot wait to dig into their supplies. She's considering the ten varieties of jam they couldn't resist buying and not thinking about much else when she hears someone hollering behind them. She can't understand the lingo but she gets the gist of it and she's starting to get a little worried and more than a little frustrated when Jack suddenly catches her with one arm and swings her around, kissing her soundly in the middle of the street, dropping his shopping bag and enveloping her in a full-body hug that is probably the only thing that's stopping her from melting into a puddle at his feet.
And this is Jack, of course, so even if the kiss has served its purpose it just doesn't seem right to stop if you have a willing partner to continue it with, and oh, Rose is more than willing.
She doesn't know whether to be relieved or annoyed that the Doctor picks this exact street on his way back to the Tardis and catches them liplocked and flustered like teenagers. On the one hand, well, talking about mixed messages, but on the other, he did seem a little bit dazed, there.
She has no compunction about experimenting with it either those ten varieties of jam really turn out useful. They give her a lot of opportunities to lick her fingers and she catches him staring almost every time.
Later on, though, it's Jack who knocks on her door.
+++
The fourth time is different and not just because he's suddenly not the same person she kissed the other two times.
Well, maybe it is, a little bit, because while her Doctor was kind of ruggedly handsome in a mismatched-features sort of way, this Doctor is actually right up her alley; a little awkward and a little geeky and never shuts up. But mostly it's different because this time they're really playing for their lives; the guards are armed, and they're quite a ways into territory where they ought not to be and also because they're done picking up what they came for: a small, flat device the Doctor maintains is from the future of this world and holds information about arms development that could easily make things very, very hairy in this galaxy in a year or two. She can feel his hand slipping it into the back pocket of her jeans as his other hand gets tangled up in her hair and he presses her into the wall, kissing her with that mouth she's been trying not to look at ever since he changed, almost hoping they'd get themselves into precisely this situation so she'd have an excuse.
Now she does, and there's an element of danger that sends a thrill of excitement down to her toes, because if she ever had an excuse to pretend really hard, this is it. Which is her reasoning for holding him by the neck with one hand and unashamedly grabbing his arse with the other, pulling him closer, close enough that she can lift her leg and fold it around the back of his thigh, putting them flush against each other, her back against the wall. She knows and hopes that he realizes that this time, kissing isn't going to be enough – they're too far away from anywhere they're allowed to be to have just ducked in here for a snog.
He's surprised, she can tell by his hesitation every time she does something new and unexpected, but he's playing along, the hand that's not tangled in her hair travelling over her body before settling on her breast and suddenly there's a moment where the kiss crosses the line from practical necessity to fathomless desire and when the soldiers finally reach them and start snickering, Rose has almost forgotten how and why this started in the first place.
"I, uh," she says, because the Doctor has just licked a path from her collarbone to her ear and she knows her eyes have gone unfocused with lust and the words stick in her throat, "was wondering if you could direct us to a... broom closet?"
They're herded out of there like errant children by chuckling soldiers, who helpfully point out that they're supposed to heed the 'No Entrance' signs and that all broom closet doors are painted blue. They pass a blue door on the way to the Tardis and Rose has to fight her first instinct, which is to drag the Doctor in there and damn the consequences, but they're pressed for time if they want a clean getaway and she doesn't make a comment as they march past, though she does notice that she's not the only one to cast a longing glance at the closet door.
He's unusually silent as they walk, which means she has no legitimate reason to look at him, but she does anyway – he's wonderfully dishevelled, that impossible hair even more mussed than usual and the back of his jacket creased, his tie knocked askew.
The fifth time... the fifth time happens when he's taken the Tardis into the Vortex, shuddering and shaking with the effort of tearing at breakneck speed through time and space, and she can still feel his hair between her fingers, his hands on her body, taste him on her lips.
There's a moment of turbulence, she stumbles and he reaches out to steady her, and there's no decisionmaking involved in pulling him down and kissing him again, there's no reason or excuse, she just wants to and she catches the opportunity when it presents itself.
For a minute she thinks he's going to push her away, pretend nothing's happened and leave her to hope for other occasions where the camouflage of a kiss may be necessary, but then he wraps his arms around her and kisses her back.
That's the last kiss she counts – mostly because keeping count would, from that point onwards, involve more complex arithmetic than Rose can easily grasp.
After that, she only knows that she gets to kiss him as often as she wants. And that is really all she cares about.
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:24 pm (UTC)You should definitely post this to
I liked how you spanned both regnerations of the Doctor and Rose's reaction to both of them...and Jack. LOL
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:37 pm (UTC)I'm moving into new fandoms, here, so I am still figuring out where everything is and such, so thanks for the directions :) However, I don't want to properly, officially post this anywhere until I've had it betaed, and I don't have time for that until next week. (I've already seen three little things I want to fix and I suspect
But yeah,
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:45 pm (UTC)I love it so much. Birthday fics are so much love. <3
My favourite part was how you wrote in the transition from 9th to 10th Doctor. Also, JAM! :D
Ooh, and you write good kissing scenes. *melty*
Finally, I just have to say that this description totally made me squee: "he's wonderfully dishevelled, that impossible hair even more mussed than usual and the back of his jacket creased, his tie knocked askew."
There is such so much sexy in that description. <3
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Date: 2008-05-14 05:56 pm (UTC)Hehehee, glad you like my kissing scenes. I like writing kissing scenes, they're so much easier than outright smut.
I love disheveled men. Especially well-dressed disheveled men. To me, nothing in the world is as sexy in a man as mussed hair and a shirt with two open buttons ;)
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Date: 2008-05-14 06:03 pm (UTC)I love disheveled men. Especially well-dressed disheveled men. To me, nothing in the world is as sexy in a man as mussed hair and a shirt with two open buttons ;)
Fierce utter agreement! *nodnod*
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Date: 2008-05-14 09:57 pm (UTC)I also have a fondness for loose bow-ties, loosened tie-knots, rolled-up sleeves and untucked shirttails. And I dream fond dreams of Jack's braces, which seriously, if someone had told me six months ago I'd find braces sexy I would have laughed hysterically.
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:15 pm (UTC)Braces are so not sexy, though. Although some people seem to think so. Which suits me, I guess. :P
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Date: 2008-05-14 08:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-14 09:05 pm (UTC)Very nice :P
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Date: 2008-05-14 09:59 pm (UTC)Thanks! I am having so much fun writing everybody's prompt ficlets inbetween my more serious engagements.
And I still owe you fic as repayment for the favour... I'm sort of pondering a particular premise but I think it might turn out too angsty ;)
Got any particular cravings?
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:13 pm (UTC)eh well :) as long as it ends well :) then it is ok :P
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:18 pm (UTC)Rough sex is doable, it's the hardcore kink that eludes me. But I'll think about it :D
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Date: 2008-05-14 10:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-14 10:27 pm (UTC)Like I said, writing rough sex is easy for me, I can do that no problem. But every time I've tried to write actual kink, I usually end up stalling or toning it down or something.
I dunno, maybe it comes with practice?
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:55 pm (UTC)But I do understand you. I'm just amazed that someone can actually write. I have a horrible time just writing my papers, let alone writing some kind of story :P
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Date: 2008-05-15 03:12 pm (UTC)Out of interest, is this your first Who!fic?
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Date: 2008-05-15 04:46 pm (UTC)This is my first Who!fic, yes, but I've been dabbling in the Torchwood fandom for a bit. Mostly I've been reading like a crazy insane person in both fandoms. I haven't even watched all of Who yet.
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Date: 2008-05-16 01:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-16 10:51 am (UTC)I have definitely got bunnies for more, so we'll see what happens.