#dwfanfic

Characters: Rose Tyler; Tenth Doctor (or Tentoo)

Tags: triple drabble; introspection; romance; established relationship; a really great view; the smutty thoughts of Rose Tyler

Notes: for @doctorrosetennant​  who craved a fic inspired by the above pic

Many thanks to rose_nebula and mrsbertucci for their quick read-through and their combined (brilliant) efforts on the alternate title and the tags.

Summary: Rose takes in the view.

Read also at: AO3; FF; Tsp

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UNTITLED 59 (aka: The Taste of Paradise)

Rose set her banana daiquiri on the table, toed off her flipflops, and sank into the comfort of the lounge chair. She drew in a long breath, revelling in the peace and quiet of the tropical island sanctuary. It wasn’t often she and the Doctor had the opportunity to relax, and she fully intended to extract every iota of pleasure from the experience (before the world inevitably went pear-shaped around them...) starting with the glorious view.

She looked out over the ocean, azure waves capped in white crests, rolling against the sand. Beautiful, yes… but that was only the backdrop.

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The object of her attention stood in the foreground of the pretty scene. The Doctor.

Rose trailed her eyes over his form. His fringe fell softly over the rims of his sunglasses, still tousled from their morning romp among the sheets. His bare torso was lightly-bronzed, lean and muscular. Rose licked her lips at the smattering of hair across his chest. She longed to feel the strength of him beneath her fingers. Her eyes dragged further down his body, over his rock-hard abs, following the tempting trail that disappeared below the pyjama trousers that hung low over his slim hips.

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She rubbed her thighs together, the throbbing ache of desire building in her core at the magnificent sight before her. She envisioned herself dragging those pyjamas down his legs, to pool at his feet, exposing his impressive length. She’d drop to her knees before him, worship him with her mouth.

Her breath came in short, heavy pants. Taking a sip of her daiquiri to whet her palate, she stood, her bikini top falling to the ground beside her, and sauntered toward him.

Summary: Graham has some questions for the Doctor Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Graham O’Brien, Ryan Sinclair, Yasmin Khan Genre: Character study, Missing scene Rating: K

Warning: Spoilers for Series 12 through Fugitive of the Judoon

 On Not Being Human

Graham, Ryan, and Yaz stood in the control room doorway, watching the Doctor as she stared into the monitor on the console.

"How long has it been this time?" Yaz asked quietly.

"Dunno," Graham answered in a low voice. "I forgot to set the stopwatch on my phone."

"Well, last time it was 45 minutes," Ryan said.

"47 minutes, 23 seconds," Yaz corrected automatically.

"She's been there, just like that, ever since I got here," Graham said. "'S been... at least 5 minutes at any rate."

This is the very first piece of Doctor Who fanfic I wrote. You can see a lot of familiar Nancy elements here--the heavy influence of the TARDIS, the connection of regeneration energy and time energy, hints of Doctor/Rose...

 I dug this up today because someone has been working their way through my fic here on Tumblr and it made me nostalgic. (And a little amazed--I don’t have a uniform fic tag, so going through my blog for my fic is not an Easy Task.) 

She watched him stumble through her doors. He was… oh, what did he call it? Regenerating, that was the word. Time energy coursed through him,  interacting with the time vortex at her heart, and she knew her thief was changing.

“I don’t want to go,” he almost sobbed.

Her thief was the true heart of the TARDIS, and he was broken. Sorrow had lined his face as one by one, those he loved were taken from him. He’d lost so much in this body, because he’d had more to lose than ever before, and she’d watched the weariness age him until every one of his 906 years showed in his eyes.

But with all of time at her heart, she knew how she would save him—was saving him—had saved him. She saw a new thief, gangly and awkward, exploring the galaxy with all the enthusiasm of a boy, and she smiled.

Make him young, she whispered through the time vortex, just as the golden energy shot out of his body in bright beams.

SAMEEE!!! ALWAYS TEAM EDWARD!🧛

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