ONE SHOT. SHORT.
DISCLAIMER IS IN PROFILE.
Strumping
"Then why haven't I heard it before, if strumping has been out there since at least since we rescued Jamie?"
"No idea, but that's the first time I heard someone say it." Rose insisted truthfully.
She didn't mention it had been in the tone of someone who was sure the word didn't exist or that she'd explained to that person that 'strumping was never to be mentioned out loud because it was what strumpets and strumpers did...and she'd never done that before...and that, being unstrumped, she didn't want to know what strumpists did and wasn't interested in any sort of strump whatsoever.
Of course, the other person in the conversation had been a vicar...and that the poor man, recognizing only one word, strumpets and knowing what those were, agreed with the nice, innocent young lady about strumping, strumpets and strumpers...gradually getting used to the new words. It was, for the newly recovered vicar, a grave conversation that gave him words that were not cursing or foul to use when scolding such folk as did engage in unauthorized strumping. And it made sense to him that if there was such a word for such folk, as there was for strumpets...and there was, obviously, then there should be (and apparently were) other, similar words around it so that scoldings could be delivered and condemned to strumpists at large.
Not that she had been aware that the vicar intended to use it to call down brimstone next Sunday, when there were several visiting vicars, two priests and a bishop visiting...or these new terms, which were not words and didn't exist until she decided to mess with the vicar a bit, would spread very fast after that and were included in Websters within five years due to the large number of strumpists during the War.
But still, he wanted to know how to strump and Rose wasn't about to waste her chance...she dragged him by his hand to her bedroom and got them ready for what she termed 'serious strumping', or as she told the Doctor, finger strumping, mouth strumping and the all important body strumping. She insisted it was something you had to be naked for. That's when he started getting nervous...until she called him a chicken, that is. By the time he finally identified that little grin and realized she'd either been puttin him on or had introduced the word group herself, it was too late...no way was he going to stop at that point, as the males of both human and Time Lord did have a few things in common and one of those things were the intense pain following getting THAT far along and find proceedings coming to a screeching halt.
Next you'll be telling me that you're pregnant." He waited for her to deny it...and kept right on waiting. "Rose? Oh, come on...Roooose?"
"Well, look at the bright side...if..."
"Yeah, no reason to hold back, now." He sighed. "Had to be the nano-genes, helpful little buggers that they are. Me actin' all possessive of you and no way to...oh yeah, had to be."
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