Songfic: Old Fashioned
Title: Old Fashioned
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Words: 307
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: K
Notes: Inspired by the song "Old Old Fashioned" by Frightened Rabbit. Set just after The Doctor Dances.
Captain Jack had retired to his quarters after he, the Doctor and Rose has celebrated with hypervodkas and a bit of dancing. Now only Rose and the Doctor remained in the console room. “I believe I owe you a proper dance, Rose Tyler,” the Doctor smiled.
“What d’you call what we’ve just been doing all evenin’?” she giggled, the liquor warming her blood and putting an artificial blush in her cheeks.
“I’m talkin’ about old fashioned dancin’,” he smiled, running his fingertips along the controls. Soft static filled the control room, and the soft sound of clarinet echoed beneath it. “Moonlight Serenade,” the Doctor said.
He pushed a few more buttons and the lights grew so dim she could barely make out his face. He pulled her close to him, a hand at the middle of her back and took her hand in his. “Old, old fashioned,” he whispered in her ear, “the kind where it’s just us; where we put away everything else-tuck it all into little drawers to think about later. Right now, it’s just us. One, two three, two, two, three,” he whispers, guiding her steps in a waltz.
Rose took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his leather jacket and that indefinable smell that always seemed to linger around him, saturating every pore of his skin. She closed her eyes and soaked up all the sensations she could; the firmness of his chest, the cool comfort of his calloused palm against hers, the feel of his stubbled cheek against her smooth one, and the way their bodies moved in time.
“This is nice,” she whispered, resting her head on his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his hearts in his chest, “I like old-fashioned.”
“So do I,” he smiled, tilting his head to breathe in the scent of her hair.
Frightened Rabbit - Old Old Fashioned
I'll turn off the TV
It's killing us, we never speak
There's a radio in the corner
It's dying to make a scene
So give me soft, soft static
With a human voice underneath
And we can both get old fashioned
Put the brakes on these fast, fast wheels
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Put the wall clock in the top drawer
Turn off the lights so we can see
We will waltz across the carpet
1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3
So give me the soft, soft static
Of the open fire and the shuffle of our feet
We can both get old fashioned
Do it like they did in '43
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So give me soft, soft static
We won't need no electricity
If we both get old fashioned
We won't have to rely on our memories
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Author: WhosInTheAttic
Words: 307
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: K
Notes: Inspired by the song "Old Old Fashioned" by Frightened Rabbit. Set just after The Doctor Dances.
Captain Jack had retired to his quarters after he, the Doctor and Rose has celebrated with hypervodkas and a bit of dancing. Now only Rose and the Doctor remained in the console room. “I believe I owe you a proper dance, Rose Tyler,” the Doctor smiled.
“What d’you call what we’ve just been doing all evenin’?” she giggled, the liquor warming her blood and putting an artificial blush in her cheeks.
“I’m talkin’ about old fashioned dancin’,” he smiled, running his fingertips along the controls. Soft static filled the control room, and the soft sound of clarinet echoed beneath it. “Moonlight Serenade,” the Doctor said.
He pushed a few more buttons and the lights grew so dim she could barely make out his face. He pulled her close to him, a hand at the middle of her back and took her hand in his. “Old, old fashioned,” he whispered in her ear, “the kind where it’s just us; where we put away everything else-tuck it all into little drawers to think about later. Right now, it’s just us. One, two three, two, two, three,” he whispers, guiding her steps in a waltz.
Rose took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his leather jacket and that indefinable smell that always seemed to linger around him, saturating every pore of his skin. She closed her eyes and soaked up all the sensations she could; the firmness of his chest, the cool comfort of his calloused palm against hers, the feel of his stubbled cheek against her smooth one, and the way their bodies moved in time.
“This is nice,” she whispered, resting her head on his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his hearts in his chest, “I like old-fashioned.”
“So do I,” he smiled, tilting his head to breathe in the scent of her hair.
Frightened Rabbit - Old Old Fashioned
I'll turn off the TV
It's killing us, we never speak
There's a radio in the corner
It's dying to make a scene
So give me soft, soft static
With a human voice underneath
And we can both get old fashioned
Put the brakes on these fast, fast wheels
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Put the wall clock in the top drawer
Turn off the lights so we can see
We will waltz across the carpet
1, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3
So give me the soft, soft static
Of the open fire and the shuffle of our feet
We can both get old fashioned
Do it like they did in '43
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
So give me soft, soft static
We won't need no electricity
If we both get old fashioned
We won't have to rely on our memories
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
Oh, let's get old fashioned
Back to how things used to be
If I get old, old fashioned
Would you get old, old fashioned with me?