never let me go, a ten/rose fic
Title: Never Let Me Go
Author: UndeadAuthor on ff.net, sparrabethx on livejournal
Rating: Strong PG13 for sexual situations
Summary: "She's been traveling with him far too long to not know when he's just trying to make her feel better. They have limited time and they both know it."
Word Count: 503
The words “This is the good ship TARDIS” are her saving grace.
Rose lets out a breath it felt like she has been holding in for ages and she very nearly cries.
“Now, first things first, have you got a Rose Tyler on board?” She can’t believe it. The voice she thought she’d never hear again is asking for her.
“I’m here! It’s me!” She sinks into her seat and nothing she has ever felt compares to this relief. “Oh, my god, it’s me! Where are you?” But it doesn’t matter, honestly, it doesn’t truly matter, because wherever he is, he is alive. He’s alive, and she’s alive, and that is the most beautiful thing in the universe.
She can’t stop smiling and everything else going on is kind of dulled because she’ll get to see him in a few minutes and that’s the only important thing.
But there’s something else inside her, something drumming and pulsing underneath her skin.
As soon as she opens the door to the TARDIS and sees him she wants to cry out. She can’t run fast enough to get to him. And the force, the sheer force when they find each other and crash together could tear worlds apart-or bring them together. He picks her up and she holds onto him and you can forget Daleks or Cybermen or Satellite Five-this is the closest they’d ever come to dying.
They get everything settled with the crew and everything’s lovely until she tells him.
Until she tells him what The Beast told her.
“He said I was gonna die in battle.” She looks at him.
“And he lied,” he said, but it’s his face that’s lying. She’s been traveling with him far too long to not know when he’s just trying to make her feel better. They have limited time and they both know it. How long, they’re not sure. But they both know.
And the drumming is getting louder and louder inside her. They’ve been to Hell and back. They’ve looked into the center of all evil and they have returned victorious. And there’s no more pretending, or hiding, or acting like nothing is there. Because… who knows how long they have.
So they’re crashed against each other suddenly, and it’s all they can do not to rip off their clothes before they reach his bedroom. They slam down into bed and this-this is more than sexual desire, this is life, and death, and wanting, and it’s proving that we are alive and we are here. It’s not new, however unused to it they might be-this is simply a way of surviving. They climb inside each other for warmth but the deeper they go the more they shiver and they moan and they cry and they whisper-
Please don’t leave me, please, never leave me, promise you won’t-
It’s a frantic desperation and she is whole, present, alive, his, and only together can they hold back the darkness that threatens to consume them.
Author: UndeadAuthor on ff.net, sparrabethx on livejournal
Rating: Strong PG13 for sexual situations
Summary: "She's been traveling with him far too long to not know when he's just trying to make her feel better. They have limited time and they both know it."
Word Count: 503
The words “This is the good ship TARDIS” are her saving grace.
Rose lets out a breath it felt like she has been holding in for ages and she very nearly cries.
“Now, first things first, have you got a Rose Tyler on board?” She can’t believe it. The voice she thought she’d never hear again is asking for her.
“I’m here! It’s me!” She sinks into her seat and nothing she has ever felt compares to this relief. “Oh, my god, it’s me! Where are you?” But it doesn’t matter, honestly, it doesn’t truly matter, because wherever he is, he is alive. He’s alive, and she’s alive, and that is the most beautiful thing in the universe.
She can’t stop smiling and everything else going on is kind of dulled because she’ll get to see him in a few minutes and that’s the only important thing.
But there’s something else inside her, something drumming and pulsing underneath her skin.
As soon as she opens the door to the TARDIS and sees him she wants to cry out. She can’t run fast enough to get to him. And the force, the sheer force when they find each other and crash together could tear worlds apart-or bring them together. He picks her up and she holds onto him and you can forget Daleks or Cybermen or Satellite Five-this is the closest they’d ever come to dying.
They get everything settled with the crew and everything’s lovely until she tells him.
Until she tells him what The Beast told her.
“He said I was gonna die in battle.” She looks at him.
“And he lied,” he said, but it’s his face that’s lying. She’s been traveling with him far too long to not know when he’s just trying to make her feel better. They have limited time and they both know it. How long, they’re not sure. But they both know.
And the drumming is getting louder and louder inside her. They’ve been to Hell and back. They’ve looked into the center of all evil and they have returned victorious. And there’s no more pretending, or hiding, or acting like nothing is there. Because… who knows how long they have.
So they’re crashed against each other suddenly, and it’s all they can do not to rip off their clothes before they reach his bedroom. They slam down into bed and this-this is more than sexual desire, this is life, and death, and wanting, and it’s proving that we are alive and we are here. It’s not new, however unused to it they might be-this is simply a way of surviving. They climb inside each other for warmth but the deeper they go the more they shiver and they moan and they cry and they whisper-
Please don’t leave me, please, never leave me, promise you won’t-
It’s a frantic desperation and she is whole, present, alive, his, and only together can they hold back the darkness that threatens to consume them.