The Doctor's back was smooth and unmarked, with a light dusting of freckles on the tops of his shoulders.
More freckles to count! Yay!
She smiled, remembering his sensing of it shortly after his regeneration, and wondered if his skin remained that sensitive.
So that sensitivity was due to the artron discharge – that is, he wouldn’t normally feel it?
Blotted the blood from her lip and held her gently while...while he was the perfect gentleman. Without taking advantage of the situation, he'd brought her to the brink and relieved her suffering....
…
For a moment, she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t breathe because of the tight band of guilt slowly constricting around her chest. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back to the TARDIS to hide rather than to see the look in his eyes when he remembered what she'd done.
Rose, good gravy, how can what he did for you be a-okay, but yet you’re heinous for helping him?
There was only one thing that mattered to her right now and he was snoring softly, his nose buried in the sheets.
GRONNNNNNNK!
”…So yeah, it hurts that I screwed up, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it. I mean, I pretty much have already, and I’m done doing it. I'm sorry."
Gooooood. If you’re going to be perturbed with anyone, direct it at the correct parties.
His voice, hoarse and low, whispered to her. "I made that bond to you before I regenerated." The Doctor sighed, shifting in the bed, his eyes remaining closed.
Does he even realize he’s having this conversation with her, or does he think he’s dreaming? Hrm.
Rose, overjoyed to hear the Doctor's sleepy confirmation of a bond, pressed her lips to his, briefly silencing him.
Thus further confirmation that you weren’t doing anything he would consider a violation!
"Oh, good," the Doctor sighed. "And if there's any more chocolate, bring it when you come back to bed." Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Uh-huh. There’s nutrition for you.
There was also a bowl of a slimy green substance that she absolutely wasn't touching under any circumstances.
Probably a bowl full of something like spirulina. Very healthy, I’m sure, but not exactly tasty.
"No - she'll leave me. I can see them, the timelines - starting to come back. She's gone!" the Doctor wailed, a look of anguish crossing his features.
I don’t think he’s talking about now. Poor woobie Doctor.
"You're - Rose - you're here. In - in one of the timelines, you've left me - left me because of what I did," the Doctor panted. "But I had to - had to do it to help you, couldn't just watch you suffer - Rose, I'm sorry!"
Does he really have to sift through all of that on a constant basis – all of the possible outcomes of anything that happens to him? Eurgh.
She gasped as he began to lick at her palm. She'd no idea how long he'd slept, but surely the soporific had worn off by now? And the Doctor had said he could feel his 'extra' senses starting to come back. "Doctor...."
It’s like sleeping with a cat. You never know when they’re going to spontaneously start grooming you. Hee!
He gritted his teeth, still avoiding looking at her. "You've become one of them. One of the Sisters...."
Does that imply that there’s a timeline where she could become one of them?
"Yes. No. I mean... I don't know. Haven't had this before...."
What, watching all of these timelines colliding, or this combination of drugs, or this kind of artron release that didn’t involve dying?
"What do you mean, while you still can?" Rose interrupted in alarm. "What do you think is going to happen?" she asked, her heart constricting in her chest.
It means he probably doesn’t trust the Sisters any further than he could spit a rat – maybe he’s seen something they’re about to try to pull?
"I'm yours," he whispered, the sheet slipping perilously low on his hips.
I don’t often say this in all caps, but GUH. If Rose can resist that, she’s clearly made out of adamantium.
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More freckles to count! Yay!
She smiled, remembering his sensing of it shortly after his regeneration, and wondered if his skin remained that sensitive.
So that sensitivity was due to the artron discharge – that is, he wouldn’t normally feel it?
Blotted the blood from her lip and held her gently while...while he was the perfect gentleman. Without taking advantage of the situation, he'd brought her to the brink and relieved her suffering....
…
For a moment, she couldn’t look at him, couldn’t breathe because of the tight band of guilt slowly constricting around her chest. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back to the TARDIS to hide rather than to see the look in his eyes when he remembered what she'd done.
Rose, good gravy, how can what he did for you be a-okay, but yet you’re heinous for helping him?
There was only one thing that mattered to her right now and he was snoring softly, his nose buried in the sheets.
GRONNNNNNNK!
”…So yeah, it hurts that I screwed up, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it. I mean, I pretty much have already, and I’m done doing it. I'm sorry."
Gooooood. If you’re going to be perturbed with anyone, direct it at the correct parties.
His voice, hoarse and low, whispered to her. "I made that bond to you before I regenerated." The Doctor sighed, shifting in the bed, his eyes remaining closed.
Does he even realize he’s having this conversation with her, or does he think he’s dreaming? Hrm.
Rose, overjoyed to hear the Doctor's sleepy confirmation of a bond, pressed her lips to his, briefly silencing him.
Thus further confirmation that you weren’t doing anything he would consider a violation!
"Oh, good," the Doctor sighed. "And if there's any more chocolate, bring it when you come back to bed." Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Uh-huh. There’s nutrition for you.
There was also a bowl of a slimy green substance that she absolutely wasn't touching under any circumstances.
Probably a bowl full of something like spirulina. Very healthy, I’m sure, but not exactly tasty.
"No - she'll leave me. I can see them, the timelines - starting to come back. She's gone!" the Doctor wailed, a look of anguish crossing his features.
I don’t think he’s talking about now. Poor woobie Doctor.
"You're - Rose - you're here. In - in one of the timelines, you've left me - left me because of what I did," the Doctor panted. "But I had to - had to do it to help you, couldn't just watch you suffer - Rose, I'm sorry!"
Does he really have to sift through all of that on a constant basis – all of the possible outcomes of anything that happens to him? Eurgh.
She gasped as he began to lick at her palm. She'd no idea how long he'd slept, but surely the soporific had worn off by now? And the Doctor had said he could feel his 'extra' senses starting to come back. "Doctor...."
It’s like sleeping with a cat. You never know when they’re going to spontaneously start grooming you. Hee!
He gritted his teeth, still avoiding looking at her. "You've become one of them. One of the Sisters...."
Does that imply that there’s a timeline where she could become one of them?
"Yes. No. I mean... I don't know. Haven't had this before...."
What, watching all of these timelines colliding, or this combination of drugs, or this kind of artron release that didn’t involve dying?
"What do you mean, while you still can?" Rose interrupted in alarm. "What do you think is going to happen?" she asked, her heart constricting in her chest.
It means he probably doesn’t trust the Sisters any further than he could spit a rat – maybe he’s seen something they’re about to try to pull?
"I'm yours," he whispered, the sheet slipping perilously low on his hips.
I don’t often say this in all caps, but GUH. If Rose can resist that, she’s clearly made out of adamantium.
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PS This showed up properly both in notifications and on my friends page. Yays!