Challenge Fic: Two Types of Coffee (Prompt: 'coffee')
Title: Two Types of Coffee
Author: carly21
Betareader: darkbunnyrabbit, naughtybunny23
Character/Pairing: TenToo/Rose
Genre: ... sexy humour?
Rating: light Adult
Words: 928
Summary: "I don't like coffee... much prefer tea. Can we go home and have sex instead?"
Disclaimer: Don't own nothin', I do.
Author's Notes: ABC Challenge story for the prompt 'coffee'. Thanks to my two lovely betareaders! :D
Two Types of Coffee
Rose sighed as hot liquid ran down her throat, warming her from the inside out. She sat in a Chinese restaurant, a strange place to have coffee, as it normally wouldn't serve anything other than tea or alcohol. The owner was a good friend of hers, however, and knowing Rose loved to drink a cup while watching the restaurant's colourful décor, he always had one ready for her.
John was late, she knew that without looking at her watch. He always was. Rose didn't care, though. Warming up after walking in the cold, having some time for herself, just enjoying the peace and quiet... she loved these moments. They felt so real and normal.
It was like the stops between adventures in the TARDIS, when Rose fell exhausted into her bed, grabbed some book she picked up on their travels and just relaxed... calming down after near death experiences, meeting alien races and defending planets.
She loved John, loved her new life however chaotic it was at times, but she still needed these little breathers in-between... especially with a boyfriend who had a gob like no other.
“I'm so, so sorry!” John said as he came rushing in, taking off his coat and showering her with the snowflakes that caught on its lapels. “Sorry!” he said again, sitting down on the chair opposite her. “David just wouldn't shut up! You know how he is, talking and talking and talking... Completely oblivious to the people around him! Oh, I hate those meetings! They all know I'm right anyway, so why bother discussing it? And Jenn... She always fishes for arguments against my ideas! I'm telling you, she does that on purpose! As if using stun guns on Kapakologons would be better than real ones! They are like bulls, provoke them and they attack. Of course, my idea to just feed them with berries until they fall asleep and send a message to Kapakon so someone would come to pick them up won out in the end. Two hours for nothing! It's such a waste... Uh, everything alright? You've got this strange look...”
Rose sighed. “'Talking and talking and talking',” she said, mimicking his voice and raising an eyebrow at the end.
“Hee, you repeated what I just said...” he said with the boyish grin that always got him snogged by random strangers. “Oh! Is it a game? Can I play, too?” Not waiting for an answer, he cleared his throat and said in a high-pitched voice, “'Oh, Doctor! Faster, faster! Oh, goooo-'” Rose slapped a hand on his mouth, but not before several heads turned in their direction.
“Not here, Sally,” Rose whispered through gritted teeth, her face undoubtedly bright red. “It's one of the few places we haven't been banned from.”
The Doctor smirked when she removed her hand from his mouth. “Sorry! For some reason those moments always come first to mind...” He reached over the table to take her hand, running his thumb over its back and making her shiver involuntarily. His eyes lit up at her reaction. “Thought about it all day, too! Proved to be distracting, that. Didn't have that kind of problem before... this human body is much more primal than I expected.” He grinned like he didn't just insult her whole species. “It's okay, though. I like that! Thinking about you all the time... such improper thoughts. Using my brain to think up more and more ways to make you... squirm. Brilliant, that!”
Rose felt like she was on the brink of turning into a puddle of embarrassed, horny Rose-goo at that point. She drank the last bit of her coffee, setting the empty cup back on its saucer and left a few coins next to it. “I... I think we should go home and... and have coffee, Doctor.”
John frowned. “But you just had some!”
“Not that kind, I didn't.”
Still confused, he stretched his neck to look into the sparse remains of what was once a full cup. “Looks like coffee to me...” He bowed down and sniffed at it. “Smells like it, too... Do you want a different brand?”
Rose wasn't sure what was a more appropriate reaction to that: laughing or crying. She did neither, instead she calmly put the cup out of the way and laid her head on the table.
“Rose?”
She didn't move. The coolness of the table felt good, kept her sane.
“Rooose?”
It was ridiculous, really. The last few weeks, the Doctor did things to her she couldn't have imagined even in her wildest of dreams... and yet, here she was about to explain to him the most well-known metaphor for sex in existence. He knew so many things... knew how to make her come harder and harder every damn time and still he didn't get such simple things. The only disadvantage of dating a half-alien, she supposed.
“Roooose!”
The Doctor's face suddenly appeared in her field of vision. Apparently, he had crouched down to catch her line of sight.
“What?” Rose mumbled, afraid of yet another display of the Doctor's obliviousness.
“I don't like coffee... much prefer tea. Can we go home and have sex instead? I'll make you all the coffee you want later, yeah? Please? I can do that thing with my tongue again...”
A few minutes later, Rose had the best coffee in her life... and a decent tasting cup two hours after.