The dance
Title - The Dance
Author - Ladydriver1
Characters - 9 /Rose
Rating - pg-13
Disclaimer - Not mine never will be (sob)
Setting -What was going through the doctors mind during their dance!
(...)As he takes her in his arms he can think of only one thing…he wishes she was his. His hand folds around her smaller one and his arm encircles her waist and for one second, for one perfect second all is right in the his world. He feels content, content just to hold her and just when he feels that it cannot get any better she moves. Her hand slides across his shoulder, the friction of it against his jumper and it turn against his skin sends a shiver down his spine and he cannot help but wonder what it would feel like against his bare skin, how she would feel against his bare skin. Her head drops to his chest and she leans her face against him. As he looks down he can just make out the curve of her cheekbone and the closed lashes of her eyes. He shifts slightly moving their clasped hands to rest alongside her head and his arm tightens against her waist. Taking the invitation he offers she steps closer and he can feel her breathing, her breath ghosting across his chest and the disturbing the hairs on the back ofhis hand. He sighs, and on hearing this she opens her eyes and glances up at him. As there eyes meet it is all he can do to stop himself from lowering his lips to hers to taste what he has been denying himself for so long, to take that which he has yearned for. But she is not his to take and he belongs to the universe, it is not their time.
Author - Ladydriver1
Characters - 9 /Rose
Rating - pg-13
Disclaimer - Not mine never will be (sob)
Setting -What was going through the doctors mind during their dance!
(...)As he takes her in his arms he can think of only one thing…he wishes she was his. His hand folds around her smaller one and his arm encircles her waist and for one second, for one perfect second all is right in the his world. He feels content, content just to hold her and just when he feels that it cannot get any better she moves. Her hand slides across his shoulder, the friction of it against his jumper and it turn against his skin sends a shiver down his spine and he cannot help but wonder what it would feel like against his bare skin, how she would feel against his bare skin. Her head drops to his chest and she leans her face against him. As he looks down he can just make out the curve of her cheekbone and the closed lashes of her eyes. He shifts slightly moving their clasped hands to rest alongside her head and his arm tightens against her waist. Taking the invitation he offers she steps closer and he can feel her breathing, her breath ghosting across his chest and the disturbing the hairs on the back ofhis hand. He sighs, and on hearing this she opens her eyes and glances up at him. As there eyes meet it is all he can do to stop himself from lowering his lips to hers to taste what he has been denying himself for so long, to take that which he has yearned for. But she is not his to take and he belongs to the universe, it is not their time.