bShow/b: Doctor Who, season 2 bCharacter/Relationships/b: 10, Rose bRating/b: (PG, PG-13, R, NC-17) PG13 - R-ish bWarnings/b: Suggestive dialogue
The Doctor and Rose sat silently in the control room of the TARDIS. Floating in the endlessness of the Time Vortex. Bored.
Leaning back, the doctor sighed. "So, what do humans do when they're bored and have nothing of significance to do?" He rolled his head over his shoulder and looked lazily at his companion, who was fidgeting with a colored, cubed toy she'd picked up from the 1980s.
Grunting in frustration, Rose set down the Rubix Cube and leaned also on the center console. "Well, sometimes that," she pointed to the toy whose colored blocks stood in disorganization, "sometimes we take up hobbies, like dancing, sometimes we watch movies... you know, things that fill up the spaces." She mimed various activities as she explained them to the Doctor who was nodding thoughtfully.
"You know what I like to do?" The Doctor had a gleam in his eye and a wicked grin. "I like to buff the ol' Sonic Screwdriver." He waggled his eyebrows.
Rose's jaw fell slack, then an incredulous look fell on her features. "You.. what?"
"Oh, yes," he casually tossed a hand, "It's all in the wrist, really. You get a rag, then start buffing in strokes." At seeing Rose's face, the Doctor quickly added, "But you make sure it extends! No buffing is really complete before that."
Rose blushed furiously, turned a shy gaze away from the Doctor, filthy images filling her mind. "I don't know..."
Grinning like a fool, looking off into space as he remembers fondly his Screwdriver ritual. "The best bit is polishing the tip. Get that bit good and vigorous. Maybe even a spit-shine," he pushed the tip of his tongue against the back of his front teeth.
"That's..." Rose found her heart leap at the vivid image. "That sounds... really lovely," she breathed, her blushing face suddenly darkening, her lips full.
The Doctor's keen senses tasted Rose's reaction to his story. "Uh. Do you have anything of the sort? I mean, well of course, humans don't have Sonic Screwdrivers, but.."
"That's personal, isn't it?" Rose smiled wickedly. "But if you reeeally want to know..." She poked the tip of her tongue out between her lips.
The Doctor's brows scrunched together. "I, uh... I don't think.. wait, why are you.. like this?" He gestured between them awkwardly, clearly outside of his comfort zone.
Rose began to cool down. "Wait, what... What are you talking about?"
"What are YOU talking about?" The Doctor blushed clear down to his navel.
"Erm, nothing," Rose turned quickly away and scurried off to her own room, leaving the Doctor to his full realization. As her door slammed urgently, the Doctor felt his own wicked, predatory grin. His dirty little Rose...