Low Rising
Title: Low Rising (1/1)
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: After The Age of Steel
Summary: Rose is mad at the Doctor. Again.
A/N:Written for the prompt "Moonlight Serenade on a tinny sounding radio" given by who_in_whoville ; I went over the 350 limit - but don't think she'll mind :)
Low Rising
Rose was mad at him again.
This time, however, it was not his fault. It was all her fault.
Sort of.
Okay, so he overreacted. Just a bit…when the singer in that band had asked her to dance with him during his break.
Either way, she didn’t seem to like his rude interruption as he butted in and pulled her away suddenly while they were talking.
How was he supposed to react? She was there with him, so if she was going to dance, it should be with him.
Right?
Fine, so she was still upset about the recent events.
France. Mickey.
But still.
Now they were sitting in a café that had seen better days. It was nearly empty except for them and the owner. An old radio was playing even older music in the background.
And she was mad.
He knew this because she wasn’t speaking. So, she just sat there in her off the shoulder black sweater, thin almost gauzy dark purple skirt, black tights and flats…not that he paid attention to what she was wearing. Usually.
Either way, she was staring past him. She looked beautiful and it was wasted by her anger with him. He sighed dejectedly.
And then he heard it, that familiar song. Memories of a time before the trainers and wild hair flooded him. Idly, he wondered if he’d always think of her when Moonlight Serenade played. He knew he would.
The Doctor turned to see if Rose had noticed. She was looking at the tabletop seemingly unaware, but her tight-set jaw and her fidgety movements told him otherwise.
Quietly but in a swift movement, he stood up and crossed over to her side of the table. He saw her look to the corner of her eye, but she wouldn’t turn to look at him.
“Rose,” his voice was low and husky.
“Yea’?” she still wouldn’t look at him. It almost made him sit back down.
Almost.
“Dance with me?” the plea in his words was none too subtle.
Rose’s head snapped up, her eyebrows arched in surprise. The Doctor swallowed hard and was about to make a joke of it until she mumbled an “okay” and stood up in the space near their table. She looked at him expectantly.
The Doctor took a step forward and placed his hand on her waist, her soft skin deliciously warm. He found her hand with his free one and felt her other arm rest on his - her hand softly on his shoulder. He led her into a slow dance, a gentle sway. He smiled down at her, half apology, half nostalgia but all genuine.
And for the first time since he’d upset her, she smiled up at him brightly. The Doctor tightened his grip, keeping her close to his body as the melody surrounded them.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG
Timeline: After The Age of Steel
Summary: Rose is mad at the Doctor. Again.
A/N:Written for the prompt "Moonlight Serenade on a tinny sounding radio" given by who_in_whoville ; I went over the 350 limit - but don't think she'll mind :)
Low Rising
Rose was mad at him again.
This time, however, it was not his fault. It was all her fault.
Sort of.
Okay, so he overreacted. Just a bit…when the singer in that band had asked her to dance with him during his break.
Either way, she didn’t seem to like his rude interruption as he butted in and pulled her away suddenly while they were talking.
How was he supposed to react? She was there with him, so if she was going to dance, it should be with him.
Right?
Fine, so she was still upset about the recent events.
France. Mickey.
But still.
Now they were sitting in a café that had seen better days. It was nearly empty except for them and the owner. An old radio was playing even older music in the background.
And she was mad.
He knew this because she wasn’t speaking. So, she just sat there in her off the shoulder black sweater, thin almost gauzy dark purple skirt, black tights and flats…not that he paid attention to what she was wearing. Usually.
Either way, she was staring past him. She looked beautiful and it was wasted by her anger with him. He sighed dejectedly.
And then he heard it, that familiar song. Memories of a time before the trainers and wild hair flooded him. Idly, he wondered if he’d always think of her when Moonlight Serenade played. He knew he would.
The Doctor turned to see if Rose had noticed. She was looking at the tabletop seemingly unaware, but her tight-set jaw and her fidgety movements told him otherwise.
Quietly but in a swift movement, he stood up and crossed over to her side of the table. He saw her look to the corner of her eye, but she wouldn’t turn to look at him.
“Rose,” his voice was low and husky.
“Yea’?” she still wouldn’t look at him. It almost made him sit back down.
Almost.
“Dance with me?” the plea in his words was none too subtle.
Rose’s head snapped up, her eyebrows arched in surprise. The Doctor swallowed hard and was about to make a joke of it until she mumbled an “okay” and stood up in the space near their table. She looked at him expectantly.
The Doctor took a step forward and placed his hand on her waist, her soft skin deliciously warm. He found her hand with his free one and felt her other arm rest on his - her hand softly on his shoulder. He led her into a slow dance, a gentle sway. He smiled down at her, half apology, half nostalgia but all genuine.
And for the first time since he’d upset her, she smiled up at him brightly. The Doctor tightened his grip, keeping her close to his body as the melody surrounded them.