These Boots are Made for Walking
Disclaimer: This not be mine, this humble drabble.
Doctor/Rose; PG-ish; 1/1
(word count: 100)
These Boots are Made for Walking
“We’re going to dinner.”
“We are?” came the muffled response from under the TARDIS console.
“And it’s not going to be somewhere I have to run, either.”
“Rose-” He slid out, and stopped abruptly.
She had found the boots in the back of some forgotten corner of the wardrobe room. They ended just below her knee and had heels that made her legs seem to go up to there. The dress was one of her own and it fit perfectly.
She saw the exact moment of capitulation and walked away, smirk playing on her lips, not needing a response.
Doctor/Rose; PG-ish; 1/1
(word count: 100)
These Boots are Made for Walking
“We’re going to dinner.”
“We are?” came the muffled response from under the TARDIS console.
“And it’s not going to be somewhere I have to run, either.”
“Rose-” He slid out, and stopped abruptly.
She had found the boots in the back of some forgotten corner of the wardrobe room. They ended just below her knee and had heels that made her legs seem to go up to there. The dress was one of her own and it fit perfectly.
She saw the exact moment of capitulation and walked away, smirk playing on her lips, not needing a response.