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mtemplar_ficTitle: Perfect Disaster
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mtemplar
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Doctor (Duplicate Tenth), Rose Tyler, Tony Tyler.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: For Journey's End.
Author's Notes: Not to be considered part of the THANTH universe! This is another short, little vignette that is part of the 'Moments' universe of Ten II/Rose. Forroxyk630, who is having much badness at work. Hopefully things are going a bit better. *hugs*
Beta: The ever-lovelyplatypus was most kind in taking a quick look at this. Thank you!
Summary: Of peas and rubber ducks. Inspired by this meme.
Part the first is here.
Rose unconsciously bites her lip, flinching with the sudden discomfort. She can feel his eyes still on her, trying to study her the way he does when he thinks she isn't looking. She's still upset that he managed to startle her so easily, so she deliberately keeps her face blank, hoping the dim light will hide her blush. Let him wonder, she thinks. It makes him squirm in a way she can't help but find adorable. She kneels, quickly locates the damp, crumpled towel on the floor and stands up with it, tucking it under her arm. He raises an eyebrow in question.
"Y'know, this might just be the last real towel in here," Rose says, smirking. "I don't think one of Tony's hooded towels is going to give you much in the way of... coverage." She glances at his face to see him still looking at her, and he's not upset at all - in fact, he's grinning, damn him. The look on his face is equal parts wicked and amused, and she's not liking it one bit.
"You appear to have an unfair advantage," he murmurs, holding her gaze. He scoots over to the side of the tub nearest her, water sloshing over the side and rubber ducks scattering promisingly. "Can't have that," he says, his voice taking on a naughty note as he crosses his arms over the side of the tub and rests his chin on them.
His pink tongue is touching the back of his front teeth, and yes, he's most definitely grinning at her. More importantly, though, the ducks have shifted enough to give her an unobstructed view of his lovely submerged backside, not that she's looking, and....
"See anything you like?"
Caught. Dammit!
"Or maybe you could use a good soak?"
Rose swallows, trying to overcome the magnetic attraction that seems to have suddenly engulfed her body, drawing her closer to the clawfoot tub. She fidgets, suddenly feeling ridiculously nervous, which is just silly, really. It's not him, she tells herself. Nothing to be nervous about at all.
"Is something bothering you?" he asks with polite sincerity when she fails to answer.
"Not at all," she forces herself to respond. How is it that he can make her feel this flustered without even trying? She needs to get herself under control, and quickly.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you," she starts, taking a deep breath and plunging ahead, "if you think my hair might look better... a bit shorter?" She tries to look very sincere and contemplative, hoping to break whatever spell he's managed to cast on her and regain the advantage.
His left eyebrow arches - just a fraction, and she knows she's caught him off guard. He's usually quite difficult to read, but she's seen this expression many times before... on him.
"Well," he says huskily, in a tone that sends a small shiver down her back, "I think that's a decision that should really lie with you." He gives her an appraising look with his dark eyes that somehow manages to make her feel as if she's the one without clothing. "But for the record," he adds, "I quite like your hair the way it is."
His advice is really no advice at all, just a gentle nudge for her to make her own decision. Very much like him, she thinks. Very typical. The rubber ducks swirl in the tub, and her mind's eye begins to drift.... She could so very easily throw caution to the wind and finally get a good look at what she's been imagining for so long - all she would have to do would be to move those final few steps forward, and she'd be right there with him, able to see the surprise in his eyes when she leans in to kiss him....
"Rose?" An amused voice lifts her out of her reverie. "Was there anything else you needed to ask me?" She snaps back to reality, feeling her cheeks heat up. She wonders how long she's been standing there looking like an idiot.
"That sounds exactly what he'd say," she replies, regretting her words immediately upon seeing the look on his face. It disappears quickly, but the awkwardness remains. Several moments pass before he speaks.
"I know what he thinks, Rose," he says in a low voice, not meeting her gaze. "What he feels. I know how his mind works. It's all here, in my memories... but I'm different. He might be able to ignore his needs," he pauses, swallowing hard and looking up to meet her eyes, "but I can't."
"I... I... " she stammers, feeling the heat of her blush spread gleefully from her cheeks to her neck. A loud cry suddenly pierces the air, and they both look toward the open door, startled.
"Rose," he says, his voice still low and dangerous, "I'm going to have to get out of this tub to see what's bothering Tony, so if you don't want an eyeful in the next two seconds, you might want to go ahead."
"I... I'll meet you there." Rose turns quickly, to avoid meeting his glinting eyes, and escapes the bathroom as fast as a dignified walk will take her. She leaves the towel behind.
***************
A few moments later, he joins her in Tony's room, wearing only his jeans and the towel draped around his neck. He's still mostly wet, droplets of water adhering to his skin, his jeans molding to his body in all the right places. He lifts her crying brother from his crib, presses him to his chest and starts patting his back softly, swaying as he does so. She's about to ask what she can do to help, but is fixated instead by a droplet of water coursing down his lean back to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. Tony stops wailing long enough to belch loudly. The Doctor looks impressed.
"I'd say that's those nasty peas talking," he murmurs. "Feel better?" Tony grunts and snuggles into his chest, yawning hugely. He smiles, and lays Rose's infant brother back down in the crib, pulling up the soft blankets. Rose watches, feeling the heat rising again as the tight fit of his jeans leaves nothing to the imagination. She focuses her gaze on something she would have thought would be less appealing, his long, bare toes peeking out from under the frayed hems. It doesn't help.
"C'mon," he whispers, startling her. She allows herself to be led out into the hallway. "He needs his rest, and I think you and I were in the middle of something... or was I mistaken?"
She looks up into his dark eyes, and this time she runs.
fin
Author:
mtemplarRating: PG-13
Characters: The Doctor (Duplicate Tenth), Rose Tyler, Tony Tyler.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Doctor Who' and am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: For Journey's End.
Author's Notes: Not to be considered part of the THANTH universe! This is another short, little vignette that is part of the 'Moments' universe of Ten II/Rose. For
roxyk630, who is having much badness at work. Hopefully things are going a bit better. *hugs* Beta: The ever-lovely
platypus was most kind in taking a quick look at this. Thank you!Summary: Of peas and rubber ducks. Inspired by this meme.
Part the first is here.
Rose unconsciously bites her lip, flinching with the sudden discomfort. She can feel his eyes still on her, trying to study her the way he does when he thinks she isn't looking. She's still upset that he managed to startle her so easily, so she deliberately keeps her face blank, hoping the dim light will hide her blush. Let him wonder, she thinks. It makes him squirm in a way she can't help but find adorable. She kneels, quickly locates the damp, crumpled towel on the floor and stands up with it, tucking it under her arm. He raises an eyebrow in question.
"Y'know, this might just be the last real towel in here," Rose says, smirking. "I don't think one of Tony's hooded towels is going to give you much in the way of... coverage." She glances at his face to see him still looking at her, and he's not upset at all - in fact, he's grinning, damn him. The look on his face is equal parts wicked and amused, and she's not liking it one bit.
"You appear to have an unfair advantage," he murmurs, holding her gaze. He scoots over to the side of the tub nearest her, water sloshing over the side and rubber ducks scattering promisingly. "Can't have that," he says, his voice taking on a naughty note as he crosses his arms over the side of the tub and rests his chin on them.
His pink tongue is touching the back of his front teeth, and yes, he's most definitely grinning at her. More importantly, though, the ducks have shifted enough to give her an unobstructed view of his lovely submerged backside, not that she's looking, and....
"See anything you like?"
Caught. Dammit!
"Or maybe you could use a good soak?"
Rose swallows, trying to overcome the magnetic attraction that seems to have suddenly engulfed her body, drawing her closer to the clawfoot tub. She fidgets, suddenly feeling ridiculously nervous, which is just silly, really. It's not him, she tells herself. Nothing to be nervous about at all.
"Is something bothering you?" he asks with polite sincerity when she fails to answer.
"Not at all," she forces herself to respond. How is it that he can make her feel this flustered without even trying? She needs to get herself under control, and quickly.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you," she starts, taking a deep breath and plunging ahead, "if you think my hair might look better... a bit shorter?" She tries to look very sincere and contemplative, hoping to break whatever spell he's managed to cast on her and regain the advantage.
His left eyebrow arches - just a fraction, and she knows she's caught him off guard. He's usually quite difficult to read, but she's seen this expression many times before... on him.
"Well," he says huskily, in a tone that sends a small shiver down her back, "I think that's a decision that should really lie with you." He gives her an appraising look with his dark eyes that somehow manages to make her feel as if she's the one without clothing. "But for the record," he adds, "I quite like your hair the way it is."
His advice is really no advice at all, just a gentle nudge for her to make her own decision. Very much like him, she thinks. Very typical. The rubber ducks swirl in the tub, and her mind's eye begins to drift.... She could so very easily throw caution to the wind and finally get a good look at what she's been imagining for so long - all she would have to do would be to move those final few steps forward, and she'd be right there with him, able to see the surprise in his eyes when she leans in to kiss him....
"Rose?" An amused voice lifts her out of her reverie. "Was there anything else you needed to ask me?" She snaps back to reality, feeling her cheeks heat up. She wonders how long she's been standing there looking like an idiot.
"That sounds exactly what he'd say," she replies, regretting her words immediately upon seeing the look on his face. It disappears quickly, but the awkwardness remains. Several moments pass before he speaks.
"I know what he thinks, Rose," he says in a low voice, not meeting her gaze. "What he feels. I know how his mind works. It's all here, in my memories... but I'm different. He might be able to ignore his needs," he pauses, swallowing hard and looking up to meet her eyes, "but I can't."
"I... I... " she stammers, feeling the heat of her blush spread gleefully from her cheeks to her neck. A loud cry suddenly pierces the air, and they both look toward the open door, startled.
"Rose," he says, his voice still low and dangerous, "I'm going to have to get out of this tub to see what's bothering Tony, so if you don't want an eyeful in the next two seconds, you might want to go ahead."
"I... I'll meet you there." Rose turns quickly, to avoid meeting his glinting eyes, and escapes the bathroom as fast as a dignified walk will take her. She leaves the towel behind.
***************
A few moments later, he joins her in Tony's room, wearing only his jeans and the towel draped around his neck. He's still mostly wet, droplets of water adhering to his skin, his jeans molding to his body in all the right places. He lifts her crying brother from his crib, presses him to his chest and starts patting his back softly, swaying as he does so. She's about to ask what she can do to help, but is fixated instead by a droplet of water coursing down his lean back to disappear into the waistband of his jeans. Tony stops wailing long enough to belch loudly. The Doctor looks impressed.
"I'd say that's those nasty peas talking," he murmurs. "Feel better?" Tony grunts and snuggles into his chest, yawning hugely. He smiles, and lays Rose's infant brother back down in the crib, pulling up the soft blankets. Rose watches, feeling the heat rising again as the tight fit of his jeans leaves nothing to the imagination. She focuses her gaze on something she would have thought would be less appealing, his long, bare toes peeking out from under the frayed hems. It doesn't help.
"C'mon," he whispers, startling her. She allows herself to be led out into the hallway. "He needs his rest, and I think you and I were in the middle of something... or was I mistaken?"
She looks up into his dark eyes, and this time she runs.
fin
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Date: 2009-04-01 07:37 pm (UTC)How does she resist?
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Date: 2009-04-01 08:20 pm (UTC)ADORABLE. THIS IS PROGRESS.
More importantly, though, the ducks have shifted enough to give her an unobstructed view of his lovely submerged backside, not that she's looking, and....
Oh, of course she's totally not looking at his rather magnificent arse.
A few moments later, he joins her in Tony's room, wearing only his jeans and the towel draped around his neck.
And he's commando under there. Chew on that, Ms. Tyler.
She focuses her gaze on something she would have thought would be less appealing, his long, bare toes peeking out from under the frayed hems. It doesn't help.
Funnily enough, that didn't help at Hamlet either.
She looks up into his dark eyes, and this time she runs.
Christ at an all-you-can-eat pancake buffet, what is the matter with you, woman?
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Date: 2009-04-01 08:37 pm (UTC)Specially with the progress. Progress is good! :D
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Date: 2009-04-01 08:59 pm (UTC)Game, set and match to Ten II.
Funnily enough, that didn't help at Hamlet either.
*grins*
Christ at an all-you-can-eat pancake buffet, what is the matter with you, woman?
Ten II will have revenge! *pumps fist in the air* YAIS!
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Date: 2009-04-01 08:36 pm (UTC)ROSE! WHY RUN! GIVE IN!
LOVE IT. ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. AND THE DUCKIES! How kind of them to step aside for a few moments. Very considerate, duckies. <3
.. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE GAH! I love the flirting... it's. I love it. Stuff such as the above? SO Much better than smut! I love a good tease! Silly Ten II/Rose. They'll give in soon enough *rubs hands together evilly... and I'll be there to read it. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
with a duck. heh. ^///^; AND WET TEN II WITH WATER AND JEANS AND guh. *flops from flailing*
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Date: 2009-04-01 09:03 pm (UTC)The only thing I could think of that would top a wet, nekkid Ten II in a tub with strategically placed rubber duckies would be a flirty, wet, nekkid Ten II in a tub with Very Considerate Duckies. Brilliance, I tell you!
*quickly flings a pillow for your flop*
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Date: 2009-04-01 09:17 pm (UTC)GENIUS! \o/ *STILL GLEEING* May have to go re-read the entire thing some more... Ten, cheeky tease. KEEP DOING IT. XD; Sure it will produce results one of these days? ;)
*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL* *pillow wiggles*
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Date: 2009-04-01 09:58 pm (UTC)THIS IS SO PERFECT! *GLEE*
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:40 pm (UTC)Get over your It's not him funk and catch him before some fan girl mobs the poor bugger and steals him away to her secret fan girl lair where there is nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and horses.
Sincerly
LP
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-02 12:11 am (UTC)*Grabs a stick of wood*
To quote Arwen "If you want him, come and claim him".
*waves stick of wood around in the air*
*clunks self in the back of the head*
Ow.I bib my tong.
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Date: 2009-04-02 08:42 am (UTC)So glad to see this second chapter, and it really was marvelous. The dialogue, especially Ten II's, was spot on. Funny, sweet, sexy -- loved it, M.
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Date: 2009-04-02 10:46 am (UTC)Thanks! Yours won't be funny or sexy, sadly. Maybe sweet. We'll see how it goes, but you did ask for h/c!
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Date: 2009-04-07 03:40 pm (UTC)~dies
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