9/Rose. I love them now. The chemistry they had was almost palpable. The way he clings to her like a life preserver, oh I almost swooned off the couch! If only 9 had Tennant's good look, I would buy all of season one off iTunes. I don't know why, but 10 just seems so… detached. Like Rose has already healed him and now he just wants to forget the time war ever happened.
Anyways, short little piece for all you lovely people who bother reading my stuff. Part 2 will be up shortly.
Feet pound against the hard pavement. Hands fumble with the TARDIS key around his neck. Breath comes out in rapid gasps. The Doctor bursts into the console room, chest heaving. Finding Rose perched safely atop the captain's chair, his hearts finally begin to stop racing. She gives him a look that says 'where have you been?' and the flippancy in her look annoys him. Annoyance soon turns into a silent rage as she spares him a quick grin, before rearranging her position on the soft leather of the chair.
Feigning nonchalance, he lets a wry smile and cold stare escape his features. "Glad to see you got out ok." Rose mouth parts into a small 'O' of shock. The Doctor walks over to the controls, his temper doing nothing to slow his still pounding heartbeats. With his back turned, he lets a shaky breath escape his lips.
He almost lost her today. Running away from that creature, she'd almost been too slow. When they got separated in the underbrush of the forest, he could only pray she'd managed to stumble upon the TARDIS.
Overcome by the enormity of the situation once more, his anger dissipates even faster than it came about. Another shaky breath fogs up the screen of the monitor, and he presses a few useless controls. However, the soft clicking of buttons does nothing to detract from whirring in his head, and his mind is still filled with images of Rose, blundering around in a steadily darkening forest. He tries to conceal a shudder, but the dark leather of his jacket quivers nonetheless.
"Doctor?" The sound of her voice breaks him from his silent reverie, he plasters a phony smile over his features, and whirls around to face her. Utterly engrossed in his thoughts, he'd managed to miss her soft footsteps padding across the grating. Now standing directly in front of him, he can clearly see the pain in her eyes. There's a quick glance towards his leather jacket, and then she captures his eyes in a silent plea. Knowing the emotions that must be coursing through her, he lets out another shaky breath and lets her collapse into his arms.
She sobs openly, clutching the lapels of his jacket tightly in her tiny fists, the terror of the day still fresh in her mind. The Doctor tries to remain as calm as possible. Gripping her slight frame, he clings to her in his own quiet way. Breath after shaky breath, his body finally convulses in a quiet sob, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
When Rose feels the single tear drop land against her hair, she looks up at him. "I almost lost you today." He chokes the words out as a whisper, warm breath ghosting across her face. A small smile graces her features, and with a confidence his voice hadn't possessed claims, "nah, you're never gonna lose me. Stuck with me, you are."
He tries out a laugh, and it comes out slightly strained, but Rose can tell by the grin he wears that he means it. Her smile widens, joining his as her tongue slips between her teeth in a signature move. He stares at her, something akin to wonderment sparkling in his eyes, before they cloud over suddenly. His smile falters, and a pleading look takes over.
"Promise you won't ever leave." He says quietly, an eerie quiescence taking over. She seems to sense the immense despair lurking behind his calm demeanor, and instinctually presses herself closer to him. "I promise." Rose whispers the words with a steely undertone, as if imbedding them into the grating beneath their feet, to stay forevermore.
His broad hands scrabble to find purchase on the soft cotton of her jacket, and he finds a small hole in it, another reminder of the day's mishaps. Fingering it gently, he grips her slight frame, holding her close.
They stay that way for a while; one of his hands at the small of her back, the other toying with the loose threads on her jacket, with her arms wrapped snugly around his waist, her fingers barely touching on the other side.
When his hand grazes the material of Rose's tank top through the fraying hole, she seems to realize the intimacy of their position. Fidgeting slightly in his arms she soon finds herself pressed closer than ever, their chests grazing each other with every intake of breath. Suddenly the once comforting hand that had been pressed against her back turns white hot, searing her skin with pleasure even through the thick outerwear. Every whisper of a fingerprint against her shirt as he prods at her jackets has her silently drowning in the intensity of it all. Her breath hitches, moving their chests impossibly closer.
The Doctor, who up until now was completely unaware of the romantic implication the situation might hold, now finds himself steeped in desire. The feel of her squirming against him combined with her hot breath in the shallow dip where his neck meets his shoulder drives him slowly insane. He turns to a statue before her; breath starts to come out in short huffs. His heavy frame shifts along her chest with every movement, and it takes every last ounce of his strength to simply stand still.
"Rose-" he croaks out, but it's not fear that's stolen his voice, not this time...
Oh, you all probably hate me right now. If you had as much fun reading this as I did writing this, than part 2 can't come quickly enough! I would totally give it to you right now, if I knew what it was… you see (and this is the part where things get messy) I haven't written it yet. I have a basic idea of where I want it to go, but once I start typing things usually take on a mind of their own. Anyways, I'm typing away as you listen to me ramble, plugging away whilst babysitting (don't worry! The kids are already asleep).
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