amberfocus | Drabble Spree 2--Doctor Who--Nine/Rose Drabbles (Reply)

In an attempt to get out of a rut of not writing I offered drabbles to my f-list. I am now firmly convinced that my f-list does not know the meaning of the words "one word prompt." *laughs* That is okay, though. It all worked out for the good. Teenish for the most part.

For honorh who wanted Nine/Rose and "Rose is sick and Nine comforts her" type fluff. It's more flangst than pure fluff, but the Doctor was worried!

Fever

Rose’s face is flushed red, her skin impossibly hot. The Doctor is more than a little bit worried about her. Most germs don’t stand a chance against the TARDIS’s defenses. This one is powerful. Maybe too powerful. He makes a noise and Rose’s eyes flutter for a moment.

“Hot,” she says, her voice tiny, raspy.

He dips his cloth into the bowl of cool water on her nightstand and wrings it out before gently sliding it across her face. Rose whimpers in relief.

“You’ll be okay,” he says, but he’s not sure which one of them he’s trying to convince.

For develish1 who wanted Nine/Rose and chocolate.

Dessert

The Doctor stares as Rose dips her finger into the gooey confection. It’s some kind of melted chocolate mess and he’s absolutely mesmerized as she brings it to her lips. He lets out a soft groan as she sucks it slowly off the slender digit. Her eyes fly up to meet his at the sound. He can feel himself blushing to the tips of his ears.

“What?” she asks.

“Jealous,” he mutters.

She grabs him by his leather jacket and pulls him closer. “No need to be.” She offers him a freshly dipped finger and eagerly he accepts the invitation.

For wildwinterwitch who wanted Nine/Rose and navel.

Ring

When did you do that?” the Doctor asks, his eyes drawn as if by gravity to the navel ring sticking out of Rose’s belly button.

“Last time we visited Mum,” Rose says with a shrug.

He doesn’t know if it’s the ring or the itty bitty little top she’s wearing that shows it off, but he can’t keep his eyes off her stomach. “Mmmm.”

“I take it you like it?” she asks. Her voice is full of teasing and something else. Promise.

His icy blue gaze meets hers and he almost growls, “I like every damn thing about you, Rose.”

For mkejenkins who wanted Nine/Rose and a kiss.

Kiss

It starts with a look. A look that is so blatant and openly sexual that it takes her breath completely away. He’s never looked at her quite like that before. Correction, she’s never caught him looking at her quite like that before. As she meets his eyes it’s like some shift has occurred in the center of the Earth itself. Something has altered gravity, has magnetized her, and she can’t help being drawn into his proximity, attraction multiplied a dozen times, a hundred, ten thousand. His mouth lands on hers and his kiss makes time itself sing through her veins.

For karenliz who wanted Nine/Rose and "caught in a storm."

Taming the Storm

Water streams across Rose’s face as the wind whips the rain into a frenzy about her. She stands there without fear, reveling in the intensity of Mother Nature on the warpath. He watches her like he always watches her, his blue eyes so dark they’re almost black. She turns to look at him. Her smile lights up his entire world as it takes over her face. He beams back. He can’t help himself. He closes the gap between them and kisses her soundly. Her fingers grasp his jumper tightly, pulling him closer. As if by magic, she tames the storm.

For corusca who wanted Nine/Rose and pocket watch.

Dreaming Domestic

He says he doesn’t do domestic. Says he won’t or that he can’t and protests it in a million little ways, but somehow that doesn’t stop him from dreaming. He hasn’t told Rose, doesn’t dare tell Rose, that there’s a way to match his life to hers, to give her more than just the trip of a lifetime through time and space. It’s stupid for him to think about it, to even dream about it. He’s not that man and never will be. He’s the Doctor. He has responsibilities to the universe. He sighs and puts the pocket watch away.