Fic: Cut-Ups, Nine/Rose/Jackie Tyler, Drabble, Part 2/4
Drabbles, drabbles, everywhere ... This is Part 2/4 in a "long form" drabble (?!) I'm writing forahedonia . Basically, it's one story told through multiple drabbles: each carries on from where the previous drabble left off. As you were ...
Last week, I threw out a challenge to my Flist:
I offered to write personalized Doctor/Rose drabbles for the first 5 of my flist buddies who responded. The plan was/is to incorporate 1 or more of their "interests," taken from their user profiles, into my fic. The catch was that each of them would have to do the same back for me.
Scanning ahedonia 's Interests list, I saw that we have two interests in common: Sarcasm and Your Mom. I also poached a line from her bio about finally using up an industrial sized box of Q-Tips (in Part 1/4), and now I'm taking Creativity from her Interest list, as well.
My first drabble was 200 words. This next installment is 400 w. It was impossible to break it in a spot with which I was happy, so quadruple drabblin' is where it's at!
READ PART 1/4
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Cut-Ups, Part 2/4
400 w.
Nine/Rose/Jackie Tyler
Prompts: Sarcasm, Your Mom, Creativity, Industrial-Sized Box of Q-Tips
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
“Rose,” he grumbles, “Your Mother - ”
She quickly cuts him off. “- is just in the next room. So, unless you wanna get slapped, Doctor, I’d choose your words carefully.”
Shifting gears, Rose picks up a hairdresser’s cape she finds heaped on the kitchen table. She holds it up to him, shaking her head.
“Why didn’t you wear one of Mum’s capes? You’ve got little hairs stuck all over your jumper, now.”
As Rose picks at his jumper, the Doctor swats her away - though his bemused smirk hints he actually enjoys her attention.
She whips the cape around her shoulders with a flourish and spins it backward. Tying it around her neck like a superhero, Rose leans her body forward with her arms thrust out, as if to fly.
“Oi, look at you being creative,” He rolls his eyes, with a low chortle.
She bobs her head in agreement, flashing a cheeky grin. “That’s me, the ‘creative’ type.”
Rose steps behind him and begins to dust off his shoulders. She brushes her fingertips through his hair, feeling him shiver, as if she’s tickled him. She dips her face closer to blow loose clippings from his nape; the puff of air Rose expels is scented with chips and raspberry lip gloss. She sees the tips of his ears turn deep scarlet, which makes her breath come a little faster. Rose has never had an excuse to touch the Doctor in such an intimate way before.
She doesn’t want to stop.
Rose can’t see his face, standing behind him, as she is. She doesn’t need to see his face to know her fingers have his complete attention. She can feel it in the way he is slightly, almost imperceptibly, leaning into her touch. Rose wonders if his eyes are open or closed.
She keeps touching him simply because he lets her.
Getting bolder still, Rose steps in front of him. Not ready for eye contact, she studies one of his earlobes, instead. She wipes the shell of his ear clean with the pad of her fingertip, tracing the delicate ridges of cartilage.
They look at each other and Time stops.
They hold their breath.
Finally, it’s Rose who clears her throat. She wills her mouth to form words - any words - just so that she can stop her mouth from leaping to his.
GO TO PART 3/4
Last week, I threw out a challenge to my Flist:
I offered to write personalized Doctor/Rose drabbles for the first 5 of my flist buddies who responded. The plan was/is to incorporate 1 or more of their "interests," taken from their user profiles, into my fic. The catch was that each of them would have to do the same back for me.
Scanning ahedonia 's Interests list, I saw that we have two interests in common: Sarcasm and Your Mom. I also poached a line from her bio about finally using up an industrial sized box of Q-Tips (in Part 1/4), and now I'm taking Creativity from her Interest list, as well.
My first drabble was 200 words. This next installment is 400 w. It was impossible to break it in a spot with which I was happy, so quadruple drabblin' is where it's at!
READ PART 1/4
- - -
Cut-Ups, Part 2/4
400 w.
Nine/Rose/Jackie Tyler
Prompts: Sarcasm, Your Mom, Creativity, Industrial-Sized Box of Q-Tips
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
“Rose,” he grumbles, “Your Mother - ”
She quickly cuts him off. “- is just in the next room. So, unless you wanna get slapped, Doctor, I’d choose your words carefully.”
Shifting gears, Rose picks up a hairdresser’s cape she finds heaped on the kitchen table. She holds it up to him, shaking her head.
“Why didn’t you wear one of Mum’s capes? You’ve got little hairs stuck all over your jumper, now.”
As Rose picks at his jumper, the Doctor swats her away - though his bemused smirk hints he actually enjoys her attention.
She whips the cape around her shoulders with a flourish and spins it backward. Tying it around her neck like a superhero, Rose leans her body forward with her arms thrust out, as if to fly.
“Oi, look at you being creative,” He rolls his eyes, with a low chortle.
She bobs her head in agreement, flashing a cheeky grin. “That’s me, the ‘creative’ type.”
Rose steps behind him and begins to dust off his shoulders. She brushes her fingertips through his hair, feeling him shiver, as if she’s tickled him. She dips her face closer to blow loose clippings from his nape; the puff of air Rose expels is scented with chips and raspberry lip gloss. She sees the tips of his ears turn deep scarlet, which makes her breath come a little faster. Rose has never had an excuse to touch the Doctor in such an intimate way before.
She doesn’t want to stop.
Rose can’t see his face, standing behind him, as she is. She doesn’t need to see his face to know her fingers have his complete attention. She can feel it in the way he is slightly, almost imperceptibly, leaning into her touch. Rose wonders if his eyes are open or closed.
She keeps touching him simply because he lets her.
Getting bolder still, Rose steps in front of him. Not ready for eye contact, she studies one of his earlobes, instead. She wipes the shell of his ear clean with the pad of her fingertip, tracing the delicate ridges of cartilage.
They look at each other and Time stops.
They hold their breath.
Finally, it’s Rose who clears her throat. She wills her mouth to form words - any words - just so that she can stop her mouth from leaping to his.
GO TO PART 3/4