Still (1/1)
Nov. 5th, 2008 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberfocusA/N: I am trying to kickstart my Ten muse so I can get Zeppelins up and running again, as Nine is all I seem to want to write lately. So this is what came out. I was aiming for drabble smut, but I'm not quite sure I got there. 100 words in Word. Ten/Rose. Romance, Angst.
Still
Warm brown eyes look at her like the sun rises and sets on her shoulders. She is scared at the changes wrought and searches desperately for blue eyes and the ghost of a face she once knew. “I’m still me.” The words ring in her ears and she wants to believe him. In the end, it’s not the words that convince her. It’s the lust that comes into his eyes as they trail down her body. It’s the lips that find her throat, her clavicle, her breast. It’s the way he makes love to her. He is her Doctor still.
Still
Warm brown eyes look at her like the sun rises and sets on her shoulders. She is scared at the changes wrought and searches desperately for blue eyes and the ghost of a face she once knew. “I’m still me.” The words ring in her ears and she wants to believe him. In the end, it’s not the words that convince her. It’s the lust that comes into his eyes as they trail down her body. It’s the lips that find her throat, her clavicle, her breast. It’s the way he makes love to her. He is her Doctor still.
