Glimpse of Truth (chapter 4) Giving In (all ages version)
Title: Glimpse of Truth (4/?)
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All ages ( there's also an adult version)
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Sometimes giving in is easier than not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: to momdaegmorgan for the beta and-- oops, no prompt this time.
Pushing his slipping glasses back up to where they belonged had seemed safe enough, and if she were being completely honest, more than a bit irresistible. Especially as he'd appeared to be fast asleep when she happened upon him passed out on the couch.
But now... right now, he was touching at least thirty-eight percent of her body, his breath ghosting over her neck, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
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Sweaty and hot, he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. She rolled over, curling into him, enjoying the feel of his damp skin under her cheek and against her body. This was where she always wanted to be; by the Doctor's side, and--he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer--in his arms.
Her moist breath burst over his chest, stirring the hairs there and drying his skin as he breathed heavily above her, sliding his fingers through her hair and smoothing it back form her face. The pads of his fingers slipped gently across her temples, giving her a sudden thought.
"Doctor."
"Mm?" was his only reply, his voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating into her. He shifted around a bit, yanking the covers out from underneath him. She lifted up slightly, freeing her side of the duvet then snuggled back into him under the warmth. When she was finally settled, his hand resumed its place in her hair.
She swallowed hard, tipping her head back to look him in the eye. "I just... well, you said," she stopped and licked her lips, pausing more out of nervousness than anything else. "Was he-- I mean, you know when he's-- was he, while we were...?" she trailed off, watching as his eyes went blank and his hand dropped from her hair. She held her breath, waiting for his answer.
If the Doctor--the first Doctor--had been connected to this Doctor while they were shagging, well... she was pretty sure she wanted to know. What they'd done wasn't any of his business.
He sat up, knocking her from his chest, then stared at her for a moment, before turning his back on her and pushing out of bed. She sat up as well, listening as his soft footfalls circled around the bed toward her and continued straight to the door. His shadowed form disappeared from view, heading in the direction of his bedroom.
Something in her chest seemed determined to cut off her oxygen supply. She felt like she'd just been punched in the gut. Even though she was half-tempted to run after him, and a little angry at his response, she stayed where she was, staring at the bright yellow light spilling into the open doorway from the hallway.
When he didn't return, she laid down on her side, facing the door, and hugged her sore, aching legs to her chest.
Chapter 5
Author: sinecure - My master fic list
Character/Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All ages ( there's also an adult version)
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Sometimes giving in is easier than not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
Author's Notes: to momdaegmorgan for the beta and-- oops, no prompt this time.
Pushing his slipping glasses back up to where they belonged had seemed safe enough, and if she were being completely honest, more than a bit irresistible. Especially as he'd appeared to be fast asleep when she happened upon him passed out on the couch.
But now... right now, he was touching at least thirty-eight percent of her body, his breath ghosting over her neck, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
****
Sweaty and hot, he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. She rolled over, curling into him, enjoying the feel of his damp skin under her cheek and against her body. This was where she always wanted to be; by the Doctor's side, and--he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer--in his arms.
Her moist breath burst over his chest, stirring the hairs there and drying his skin as he breathed heavily above her, sliding his fingers through her hair and smoothing it back form her face. The pads of his fingers slipped gently across her temples, giving her a sudden thought.
"Doctor."
"Mm?" was his only reply, his voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating into her. He shifted around a bit, yanking the covers out from underneath him. She lifted up slightly, freeing her side of the duvet then snuggled back into him under the warmth. When she was finally settled, his hand resumed its place in her hair.
She swallowed hard, tipping her head back to look him in the eye. "I just... well, you said," she stopped and licked her lips, pausing more out of nervousness than anything else. "Was he-- I mean, you know when he's-- was he, while we were...?" she trailed off, watching as his eyes went blank and his hand dropped from her hair. She held her breath, waiting for his answer.
If the Doctor--the first Doctor--had been connected to this Doctor while they were shagging, well... she was pretty sure she wanted to know. What they'd done wasn't any of his business.
He sat up, knocking her from his chest, then stared at her for a moment, before turning his back on her and pushing out of bed. She sat up as well, listening as his soft footfalls circled around the bed toward her and continued straight to the door. His shadowed form disappeared from view, heading in the direction of his bedroom.
Something in her chest seemed determined to cut off her oxygen supply. She felt like she'd just been punched in the gut. Even though she was half-tempted to run after him, and a little angry at his response, she stayed where she was, staring at the bright yellow light spilling into the open doorway from the hallway.
When he didn't return, she laid down on her side, facing the door, and hugged her sore, aching legs to her chest.
Chapter 5