Ficlet: Cheating
Not posting this anywhere else as it's way too silly. Very short Ten 'n' Rose crackfic written for
christn7, who insisted that there's a very good reason he's unable to multi-task and even offered to show me proof ;)
Cheating
Rose steals a glance at the Doctor out of the corner of her eye. He catches her looking and grins triumphantly. “See? I do have good coordination!”
Better than she imagined, certainly. He’s managed this standing on one leg thing for ten minutes so far, which is nine more than she expected. And he doesn’t look remotely awkward or about to lose his balance.
Nor is she, true. But this was supposed to be an easy bet for her to win. She’s the gymnast, after all. He’s the one who almost tripped over his own feet on the way back to the TARDIS half an hour ago. Which is, of course, what led to this bet.
She grins at him. “We’ll see about that, Doctor.”
“Oh, yes, we’ll see.” He tilts his head and gives her an engaging, challenging grin in return. “You see, if we’re talking endurance, Rose, you really should realise you’ve lost before you’ve even started. Time Lord here! I could slow down time around me so what’s one minute for me is ten for you. Or twenty. Or even an hour. You’d be toppled over on the floor while I’m still mph -”
Yup, a kiss is definitely the most effective way to shut him up. Good thing she was standing right next to him, isn’t it?
He kisses back, too, very satisfyingly - and then, suddenly, breaks away and crashes into the console, having to grab at it and her to regain his balance.
“Hah! I win!” she exclaims, punching the air.
“You cheated,” he grumbles, straightening and pointing an accusatory finger at her.
“Not my fault blokes can’t multitask.” Curling her tongue around her cheek, she winks at him.
“No?” Just as she’s about to beat a strategic retreat, he catches hold of her. “Want to bet?”
Fifteen minutes later, he’s proved more than satisfactorily that he can multitask very effectively when he puts his mind - and lips and hands - to it. That’s a bet she’s well and truly lost - but, actually, she suspects this time the loser’s won the prize.
“So,” the Doctor says, dazed but sparkling eyes meeting hers, “want to bet on who can kiss for longest without coming up for air?”
“You’ll cheat.”
“Damn. Should never have told you about respiratory bypass.”
christn7, who insisted that there's a very good reason he's unable to multi-task and even offered to show me proof ;)
Cheating
Rose steals a glance at the Doctor out of the corner of her eye. He catches her looking and grins triumphantly. “See? I do have good coordination!”
Better than she imagined, certainly. He’s managed this standing on one leg thing for ten minutes so far, which is nine more than she expected. And he doesn’t look remotely awkward or about to lose his balance.
Nor is she, true. But this was supposed to be an easy bet for her to win. She’s the gymnast, after all. He’s the one who almost tripped over his own feet on the way back to the TARDIS half an hour ago. Which is, of course, what led to this bet.
She grins at him. “We’ll see about that, Doctor.”
“Oh, yes, we’ll see.” He tilts his head and gives her an engaging, challenging grin in return. “You see, if we’re talking endurance, Rose, you really should realise you’ve lost before you’ve even started. Time Lord here! I could slow down time around me so what’s one minute for me is ten for you. Or twenty. Or even an hour. You’d be toppled over on the floor while I’m still mph -”
Yup, a kiss is definitely the most effective way to shut him up. Good thing she was standing right next to him, isn’t it?
He kisses back, too, very satisfyingly - and then, suddenly, breaks away and crashes into the console, having to grab at it and her to regain his balance.
“Hah! I win!” she exclaims, punching the air.
“You cheated,” he grumbles, straightening and pointing an accusatory finger at her.
“Not my fault blokes can’t multitask.” Curling her tongue around her cheek, she winks at him.
“No?” Just as she’s about to beat a strategic retreat, he catches hold of her. “Want to bet?”
Fifteen minutes later, he’s proved more than satisfactorily that he can multitask very effectively when he puts his mind - and lips and hands - to it. That’s a bet she’s well and truly lost - but, actually, she suspects this time the loser’s won the prize.
“So,” the Doctor says, dazed but sparkling eyes meeting hers, “want to bet on who can kiss for longest without coming up for air?”
“You’ll cheat.”
“Damn. Should never have told you about respiratory bypass.”