out of time.

When Ten is talking to Rose on Bad Wolf Bay, he talks about her “living a life, day after day.” As he’s saying this, his eyes cut back to behind Rose. And I was thinking today, that maybe he’s looking at Mickey. Because despite his brilliance, despite how he’s the last of the Time Lords, that he’s the one who can travel through time and space and see all these incredible things…Mickey is the one who gets to see Rose every day.

Even if they’re not together romantically, Mickey gets to hug her and hold her hand and laugh with her…all the things they he used to be able to do. And I think in that moment, he fully realized exactly what he’s losing because of Torchwood. I think right then, he would have given anything, absolutely anything to trade places with Mickey. But he can’t. He’s stuck defending this universe, this world.

The one adventure he can never have. The one adventure Mickey can have.

Doctor Who

I don’t know what’s wrong though. She’s sort of queasy. Indigestion, like she didn’t want to land. 

Pairing: ten x rose Rating: T Warning: n/a Summary: “It’s customary isn’t it, for the female to, erm, set the pace on Earth. Like, like I kissed you to show you I was interested and then you, when you’re ready, you…up the stakes?” 

Rose scrunches her brows together. “Where did you get that idea from?”

Notes: listen I don’t know who I think I am going missing fo years at a time and the randomly deciding to write for this fandom again, but here we are. To be clear, I don’t know if this is just a one off or if I will have time to write again anytime soon but I hope someone enjoys this at least?

The first time he kisses her is nothing short of heavenly. For some reason, whenever she’d imagined it, she’d pictured them right after a life-threatening adventure, both of them out of breath and bent over laughing together until it had suddenly gone deathly quiet as their eyes connected. They would scoot closer to each other until not an inch of them wasn’t touching as the tension grew. He’d move one hand into her hair and the other would wrap tightly at her waist and both her arms would be wound around his neck and they would snog the very air out of each other. Maybe he’d even sneak a hand underneath her shirt, touching hot skin as their tongues slid together and-

Well. The point was she’d always imagined passion and lust, all the pent up tension coming to a head.

What she hadn’t imagined was this tender touch against her cheek. His thumb stroking over skin as he gently tilted her head towards his. What she hadn’t imagined was the feather light pressure of his lips, timid and chaste on hers. What she hadn’t imagined was that it would be on a perfectly safe planet while they bathed in the bright purple sun overhead and lounged on the soft, blue grass below. What she hadn’t imagined was that the only point of contact between their bodies would be their lips and his gentle fingers holding her face steady. And what she definitely hadn’t imagined was that this tender and achingly sweet taste of his lips would leave her more turned on then any other time in her life.