Baby Time Lords
AN: This will be a Ten/Rose pairing. It will be a Doctor who, Sleepy Hollow crossover. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor who or Sleepy Hollow. They belong to Russell T Davis and Tim Burton. I'm just borrowing them.
Once the TARDIS landed, they headed straight for the large wardrobe that was full of clothes used by the Doctor over the years, in his previous incarnations.
Rose asked as she looked through the wardrobe for something for the Doctor to wear "where exactly have we landed?"
The Doctor replied "the TARDIS control panel, is telling me we are in a small town called Sleepy Hollow, it is a farming community.
They and the rest of the people of this time period are merely a few months from entering the eighteenth century."
The Doctor added "and as usual you should find something for you to wear in your room, courtesy of the TARDIS."
Rose nodded "alright I'll see you in an hour or so. It will take me a while to style my hair to match the fashion of this time period. I'm going to look ridiculous."
She paused "ah hell, how am I supposed to lace up the corset I'm not bloody bionic woman?" The Doctor blushed slightly "I guess I'll have to do it, there is no one else around."
Rose frowned and asked suspiciously "what would you know, about lacing up one of those, ugly torture and trapping pieces of shit?"
The Doctor snorted and replied pointedly "I'm nine hundred years old Rose. I've been all over the universe.
And in that time many of my previous incarnations have indulged in the fairer gender. Some of them were from time lines that wore the ugly torture and trapping pieces of shit that you speak of."
Rose felt an unexplained stab of jealousy flare to the surface. She had to bite down on her tongue in less make a fool out of her self and give away her true feelings for the Doctor.
Just the thought of her Doctor bedding those other women and unlacing those corsets of those women, it was enough to make Rose's blood boil. Sure it was the incarnations of the Doctor and not the current Doctor.
But as she had come to understand, her Doctor had all the memories of the other previous nine Doctors inside of his gorgeous noggin. Meaning he remembered those entire sexual encounter's and corset removing.
Well, eight, seeing as the ninth Doctor never indulged in that kind of thing. And she had been with him from only days after the eighth Doctor had regenerated and, then finally the ninth into the tenth.
The Doctor being who he was and as observant as he was, he immediately sensed her jealousy. He had to smother the wild urge to crow in smug delight.
He thought secretly to him self, 'I'd never object to unlacing her corset, never mind lacing it up' He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat.
"Ok then, why don't you go and find said corset? Then, call me when you're ready." Rose nodded and quickly escaped to her room.
Once inside she stopped short and took in the beauty spread out over the bed. She slowly walked over to the bed.
She then stretched out a hand and delicately smoothed her fingers over the material. Marvelling at how wonderfully soft it was.
She scowled when she saw the heinous torture device lying innocently beside it. She grumbled "stinking corset."
She scowled "What is it with the women of this time period? Don't they know the bloody meaning of breathing, and how a lack of circulation can be deadly?"
She sighed and proceeded to remove her t shirt then her bra. She then picked up the corset and positioned her breast where they were supposed to be.
She then took a deep breath and called out "Doctor, I'm ready, I need your help." A few moments later the Doctor entered her room, looking flushed.
Rose kept her back to him, so she had no idea that he was currently wearing tight black britches, with knee cap high black leather boots (Think of the boots Johnny Depp wore in Sleepy Hollow?).
He was also wearing a white shirt; he still had a few buttons left to fasten, so the top half of his chest was visible.
He began to pull the corset together before pulling the corset strings together tightly, his hands trembling slightly, at the sight of her back, all that pure unblemished creamy skin exposed to him.
He cleared his throat and mentally cursed when his voice came out all husky "you might want to consider grabbing holding of something and bracing your self." Rose nodded.
She leaned over the dresser, and winced cursing under her breath as he began to tightly pull the corset strings.
When he was done and he had tied the access laces. He grimaced as Rose winced and remained leaning over the dresser.
Rose turned around to face the Doctor, and managed to keep a straight face and not drool at the sight of him. He looked hot in her opinion, seriously hot.
Rose noticed the Doctor looked incredibly flushed. Rose frowned then quickly looked down as she realised what was making him blush.
The corset, because it was so tight, her hour glass figure was even now more pronounced and shapely.
Her breast seemed like they'd doubled in size, as the corset had pushed them up, so her cleavage was noticeable.
She had to hide her grin of delight. So she did have an effect upon the dear old Doctor then? She knew she could have some fun with this, given the right opportunity.
Rose gasped out "dam. What is wrong with the women and the fashion of this time and age? Don't they realise breathing and circulation are a serious must?"
The Doctor snorted. "And the husbands always wondered where the wives breasts went and their shapely figures and curves.
Women would have never looked how they had in this time and age without the aid of a corset." Rose grumbled something very un-lady like; irritably under her breath.
She commented "I still think it is bloody insanity. I never was glutton for punishment." The Doctor laughed.
He sighed and told her "ok. I'll leave you to it, I need to go and finished getting dressed and do something with this hair of mine." Rose nodded.
When he was gone she closed the door. She then proceeded to remove her jeans and under wear. She then stepped into the white French bloomers, they were hideous, all lacy and puffy material.
She then picked up a pair of silk white stockings, and rolled them up to her mid thigh. She huffed, a sigh, the corset and the bloomers and stockings were far too girlie and tight in her opinion.
She then picked up the gown; it weighed a ton, with all it's underneath layers. She was thankful that the lace was down to a bare minimum, the TRADIS must of realised she was not a lace fan in the least.
She then took the gown and stepped into it. She pulled it up, and struggled for a moment before she managed to zip it up.
It was beautiful, made of pale Perry winkle blue silk. The off the shoulder low cut bodice had a golden broidery of vines and leaves with small roses.
The sleeves were a few inches above her elbow and puffed out slightly, with a thin layer of white lace around the edge of the sleeve.
The gown had a full flowing skirt that reached the floor and flowed around her feet. She wore matching heeled shoes.
She winced at how uncomfortable they were. The heel was higher then she was used to. In fact she hardly ever wore heels in less she had to; she was more a trainer's kind of girl.
Rose sighed and got to work on her hair. She took a pair of curling irons and waited for them to heat up before removing her hair elastic and brushing her hair out.
She then placed the curling irons on the barrel curl setting, and got to work curling her hair in soft bouncy curls.
Almost an hour later she had a head full of curls. She then took some fancy pins she had been given as a gift from the Doctor, at the last planet they visited.
She took the pins and used them to pin up the curls on top of her head, leaving a few curls to dangle free and frame her face.
She then took out her cosmetics boxes and got to work. She carefully chose which colours and tones to use. She did not want the locals to think her to be a common whore or one of those fancy European courtesans.
She lightly dusted her face forehead and neck with a light creamy powder, followed by a nude coloured blush to her cheek bones, giving her a golden glow.
She dusted her whole eyelid in a creamy skin coloured shadow. She then used a smoky brown colour on her lower lids, followed by light brown kohl.
Her lashes were curled to the fullest with dark brown almost black mascara. Then under her eyes she drew a thin line with mid brown eye liner.
And lastly her lips were out lined in a pale peach coloured lip liner, followed by a slightly darker lip gloss.
Finally she was done and ready to face the Doctor. She was nervous, she wondered if he would approve. She hopped he did.
She took a deep breath, which was easily said then done when you considered what it was like to be constricted by a corset.
Yet again she cursed the person who came up with the idea of a corset 'bloody sadistic wanker's' Rose thought bitterly.
She left her room closing her door behind her. She headed straight for the main room where the Doctor was yet again tinkering with the TARDIS'S panel.
He turned when Rose cleared her throat. The Doctor felt as if the air had just been punched out of him. He breathed in sharply he felt his eyes wide and his jaw slack.
He was awed by her mere presence, she looked stunning, even stunning was not good enough to describe what she looked like to him.
Rose took in the Doctor and was hard pressed not to drool or swoon. God he was beautiful. She felt her self getting wet.
He was dressed in the black britches and the boots she had seen him in earlier on. His shirt was buttoned up fully.
He had put on a black waist coat, with a marching coat with tails with basic golden embroidery around the lapels, paired with a tunic to match the colour of his shirt.
He had managed to flatten his hair as best as he could, it was no longer spiky, but it was still slightly messy.
Thankfully it was more tamed then usual. But Rose she adored his hair all messy and untamed, she found it extremely sexy.
The Doctor offered her his arm and asked "are you ready to go my lady?" Rose giggled "I am good sir." She mocked curtsied.
She and the Doctor left the TARDIS laughing as they went along.