Fic: Marshmallow Blues (1/1, All Ages)
Title: Marshmallow Blues
Author: carly21
Characters: Ten, Rose
Genre: Humour
Rating: All Ages
Betareader: the lovely naughtybunny23 from Teaspoon
Summary: The Doctor realises his needs...
Disclaimer: I don't even own the marshmallows... *sniff*
The story is based on naughtybunny23's prompts: 'Fuzzy slippers, headcold and Ten's got a 'sudden urge'
Rose, tightly wrapped in two duvets, sat on the jump seat, grumpily watching the Doctor working under the console. Normally she loved the universe, loved every single part of it. Normally, there was nothing better than sitting in this very place and listening to the Doctor's ramblings about some planet she couldn't pronounce. But not now. Not when she had a head cold. Not when she felt like her nose would fall off if she ever used a tissue again. And especially not when the Doctor was talking incessantly about a planet whose inhabitants had a superior physiology to hers and never got ill. No, right now Rose Marion Tyler hated the universe.
~*~
Climbing up from the depths of the TARDIS, the Doctor cleaned his hands on an old rug while talking on about the Fodonos. “They wouldn't get ill after a night in a cold cell, you know? No, they’ve got a much stronger immune system than your lot... Like me, for example. I never get ill!” he exclaimed happily before looking at her face. “Why are you glaring at me like that?”
Instead of answering, her glare intensified tenfold, reminding him briefly of a tiger ready to pounce or... her mother, Jackie Tyler... Yeah, definitely Jackie Tyler ready to slap. Scary, that.
Laying the rug down on the TARDIS console, the Doctor was ready to promise her a shopping trip wherever and whenever she wanted if she would just stop looking at him like that... but then he noticed something else.
Taking in the pink fuzzy slippers on her feet, her flushed cheeks and red nose he was overwhelmed by a sudden urge, an intense feeling like none he had experienced in centuries.
~*~
Rose felt herself shudder when the Doctor's gaze suddenly changed from fearful to hungry while he looked up and down her body. She had to fight the sudden impulse to run when he slowly went over to her, looking for all like she was a luscious meal about to sate his hunger. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he leaned down to her, his nose mere inches away from hers.
“Rose...” he whispered, his breath tickling her face. “I need...”
“Yes, Doctor?” she breathed back, anticipation tingling in every core of her body. This was it. This was the moment the Doctor finally realized he needed...
“Marshmallows!”
Marshmallows. What?!
“What?!” Rose voiced her thoughts, startled when he suddenly jumped up and ran over to the TARDIS console.
“Marshmallows! I need pink, fluffy marshmallows! Oh, that's brilliant! Something about you reminded me of them... I think, your fuzzy slippers and red nose. Ah, we could go to Campfire V, a planet in the Scouts-Area. Best marshmallows in the universe, I tell you! Well, no wonder, really. The inhabitants spend their whole lives sitting around fires and telling spooky stories - it’s a native tradition.” He stopped his rambling when he looked at her face. ”You’re glaring at me again, Rose.”
Sod hating the universe... the only thing Rose Marion Tyler hated right now were pink, fluffy marshmallows.
Author: carly21
Characters: Ten, Rose
Genre: Humour
Rating: All Ages
Betareader: the lovely naughtybunny23 from Teaspoon
Summary: The Doctor realises his needs...
Disclaimer: I don't even own the marshmallows... *sniff*
The story is based on naughtybunny23's prompts: 'Fuzzy slippers, headcold and Ten's got a 'sudden urge'
Rose, tightly wrapped in two duvets, sat on the jump seat, grumpily watching the Doctor working under the console. Normally she loved the universe, loved every single part of it. Normally, there was nothing better than sitting in this very place and listening to the Doctor's ramblings about some planet she couldn't pronounce. But not now. Not when she had a head cold. Not when she felt like her nose would fall off if she ever used a tissue again. And especially not when the Doctor was talking incessantly about a planet whose inhabitants had a superior physiology to hers and never got ill. No, right now Rose Marion Tyler hated the universe.
~*~
Climbing up from the depths of the TARDIS, the Doctor cleaned his hands on an old rug while talking on about the Fodonos. “They wouldn't get ill after a night in a cold cell, you know? No, they’ve got a much stronger immune system than your lot... Like me, for example. I never get ill!” he exclaimed happily before looking at her face. “Why are you glaring at me like that?”
Instead of answering, her glare intensified tenfold, reminding him briefly of a tiger ready to pounce or... her mother, Jackie Tyler... Yeah, definitely Jackie Tyler ready to slap. Scary, that.
Laying the rug down on the TARDIS console, the Doctor was ready to promise her a shopping trip wherever and whenever she wanted if she would just stop looking at him like that... but then he noticed something else.
Taking in the pink fuzzy slippers on her feet, her flushed cheeks and red nose he was overwhelmed by a sudden urge, an intense feeling like none he had experienced in centuries.
~*~
Rose felt herself shudder when the Doctor's gaze suddenly changed from fearful to hungry while he looked up and down her body. She had to fight the sudden impulse to run when he slowly went over to her, looking for all like she was a luscious meal about to sate his hunger. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he leaned down to her, his nose mere inches away from hers.
“Rose...” he whispered, his breath tickling her face. “I need...”
“Yes, Doctor?” she breathed back, anticipation tingling in every core of her body. This was it. This was the moment the Doctor finally realized he needed...
“Marshmallows!”
Marshmallows. What?!
“What?!” Rose voiced her thoughts, startled when he suddenly jumped up and ran over to the TARDIS console.
“Marshmallows! I need pink, fluffy marshmallows! Oh, that's brilliant! Something about you reminded me of them... I think, your fuzzy slippers and red nose. Ah, we could go to Campfire V, a planet in the Scouts-Area. Best marshmallows in the universe, I tell you! Well, no wonder, really. The inhabitants spend their whole lives sitting around fires and telling spooky stories - it’s a native tradition.” He stopped his rambling when he looked at her face. ”You’re glaring at me again, Rose.”
Sod hating the universe... the only thing Rose Marion Tyler hated right now were pink, fluffy marshmallows.