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Story: The Lady in the Fireplace
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Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, abuse of REALLY good champagne, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did, Rose would be more BadWolf and less Angst, Ten would post a sign on the door sayin' "If the TARDIS is a rockin', don't come a knockin'", and half of their adventures through time and space would consist of finding new and unusual places to have a juicy shag.
Spoilers: AU, DURING "The Girl in the Fireplace". If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you WILL be spoilered. I like to mess with canon. And you have my word that -- despite how this starts -- I'm a passionate Rose/Ten shipper.
Summary: OTP Rose/Ten with a lot of interesting liaisons along the way. So what exactly DID Ten do in Versailles? This French farce will have love, drama, sex, and eventually as close to a happy ending as I can manage. Be forewarned, though, I may take you places that would make RTD's head explode.
On with the show:
(In which Nine and Ten put their heads together and Rose gets naughty.)
“Sod off,” says Nine cheerfully as he ducks through the door of the TARDIS. “Fuckwit.”
“That’s gratitude,” says Ten. “You’re not going to kiss Rose with that mouth, are you?”
Rose can’t help giggling. “I certainly hope so.”
Nine pulls up short when he enters the console room. “What the Hell is that?”
Rose, her arms still around Nine’s neck, glances over. “A sofa, I think. When we left here, it was a comfy chair.” (And she hopes like Hell the Dr. Seuss books are gone. Ten was amused; Nine would never let her live it down.)
“Fantastic!” Ten shuts the door. Dodges around them.
He runs his hands along the velvety back of the sofa. “Very, very nice.” He vaults, one-handed. Lands flat on his back on the cushions. Stretches. Sighs happily.
Nine asks Rose the question with a Look.
Rose sighs. Nods. “And he’s getting worse.”
Nine rolls his eyes. Sets her down. “Are you quite done?” he says to Ten.
“This is ever so much better than I’d planned.” Ten kneels on the sofa’s cushions, cheek on one palm. “Very posh.” His eyes sparkle as he looks over the back at them. “Perfect length. Plenty of leg room. Love the upholstery -- if it’d been leather, it would’ve stuck in odd places -- never did get on much with leather furniture.” He strokes the back of the sofa. “Did you think of this, Rose?”
She shakes her head no. Runs her hand along the back edge of the sofa. Smiles. It IS perfect.
Ten lays down again, all kinds of devilry in his eyes. She grins at him.
Nine folds his arms, irritated. “You brought me all this way so I could watch you take a nap? Cheers, mate, but I’ll have to give it a miss.”
“It’s not for sleeping, halfwit.” Ten folds his hands behind his head. Crosses his legs at the ankle. Gives Rose another devilish look. “Good grief, was I always so naïve?”
Rose rolls her eyes. “I once came into the control room topless. Talked to you for a good ten minutes. Jiggled at you. Several times. You never looked out from under the control panel. I left saying I hoped you’d electrocute yourself.” She folds her arms. “You thanked me for keeping you company.”
Ten sighs. “The things I’ve missed by not seeing you.”
Nine snorts, still fixated on the sofa. “If it’s not for sleeping, then why are you--?”
Ten lunges up. Grabs Rose’s hand. Pulls her down. She gives a delighted shriek. Ends up underneath him. He snogs her, a seeking, hungry snog that makes good use of that marvellous tongue of his and communicates his apology for being clueless. (Now it’s pretty much a draw who’s the better kisser.)
She rakes her nails down his back, an equally hungry acceptance of said apology. Fists one hand in his hair. She raises her knees on either side of his hips. Savours the press of his hips against hers. Even clothed, the man is dead sexy. (The sofa IS perfect. Just wide enough so he won’t slip off...)
Ten pulls away reluctantly. Shoots Nine a pointed and triumphant look.
Nine blinks. “Oh.” He grins. “Oh!”
Ten presses a brief kiss to Rose’s lips. Gets up.
“C’mon,” he says to Nine. “I’ll show you the wiring.”
For a moment, she hopes “wiring” might be some kind of kinky, alien euphemism. Unfortunately, Ten dashes her hopes by ducking under the console and actually showing Nine the changes he’s made in the TARDIS’s wiring. Rose snuggles into the sofa’s soft cushions to wait. Admires the view as both Doctors bend over to look beneath the console.
Nine straightens, horrified. “You’ve butchered her!”
“Don’t be so melodramatic,” says Ten. He points. Explains. Points again.
Nine looks thoroughly unconvinced. “Are you taking a piss?”
Ten glares. “I am not taking a piss. It’ll work.” He sighs, exasperated. “‘F only I had a pen and paper.” He looks up hopefully.
Two sets of pens and pads of paper appear on the console.
“Thank you!” Ten snatches a set. Glares a challenge at Nine.
Nine snatches the other set like a duellist snatching a pistol. She half expects him to turn and start counting twenty paces.
The Doctors engage in a skirmish of schematics. Rose watches from the sofa, annoyed at first because they’re wasting time, then more and more amused as the two Doctors debate. Nine’s hostility erodes into tepid curiosity. Ten sketches furiously, talking a mile a minute. Nine counter-sketches, calculating with increasing interest. It’s a little like watching virtuoso violinists tackle an especially difficult duet. Eventually, both Doctors nod, satisfied at the compromise. They move to shake hands.
Rose sits up. “PARADOX!”
She’s just in time. Both Doctors give it a miss. Shoot her a grateful look. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” she says. “Will it work?”
Nine actually smiles. “I think so.”
“Of course it will work.” Ten smirks at him. “And why is that?”
“Because just I saved you from being an idiot and blowing up the universe?” says Nine.
“Only two-thirds.” Ten’s glare becomes a smirk. “Say it.”
Nine’s glower returns. “No.”
“Come on, then.” Ten’s smirk becomes a sly grin. “You know you want to.”
Nine sets his pen and paper down, petulant. “I won’t either.”
Ten waits. Twirls his pen with a flourish.
Nine sulks slightly. “Fine. You’re brilliant.”
“And so are you.” Ten grins. “Let’s do it.”
They man opposite sides of the console. Bark shorthand instructions and corrections back and forth. Each keeps stealing glances at her. Rose can feel their impatience. They way their hearts race when they look at her. (She takes it as a compliment, actually.)
Time for a little fun. The next time Ten glances at her, Rose draws one finger into her mouth. Pulls it out suggestively. Ten forgets what he was doing. Watches hungrily, memories of a certain champagne kiss in his eyes.
“Oi!” Nine’s irritated shout jerks Ten back to focus. “D’you mind not lusting while we’re ripping a hole in the fabric of space-time?”
Rose lets her knees fall open. Gives Nine her best bedroom eyes. He does a double take. His blue eyes darken with desire.
“Now that’s just gratuitous,” says Ten.
She’s always loved a challenge. “Nope.” She sends the TARDIS a thought. Gets the impression of regal amusement from the female presence. “THIS is gratuitous,” Rose says.
A banana-shaped ice lolly appears before her. She unwraps it slowly. Turns over on the cushions (which are even softer than they looked.) Sucks the lolly deeply. Presses her hips suggestively into the sofa in a slow rhythm. Gives them a sidelong look that says “come and get it.”
Both Doctors’ hands tighten on the console. They moan.
“Are you trying to kill us?” says Nine.
She giggles. Turns onto her back. (The ice lolly is really good. Cool and creamy and not too sugary.) She draws it into her mouth slowly. Pulls it out, letting her cheeks collapse so the Doctors can see how much work it is to pull against the suction. She laps around the stick at the base of the lolly. Hold it up. Lets a drop of melted, creamy, banana-y goodness drip onto her waiting tongue.
Both Doctors watch her as if they’d forgotten there was anything else in the universe.
Nine tears his eyes away long enough to glance at Ten. “She good as all that?”
Ten, spellbound, nods.
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Author: Melinda Kitty
melindakittyCharacters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Reinette, King of France and (eventually) Ninth Doctor
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, abuse of REALLY good champagne, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did, Rose would be more BadWolf and less Angst, Ten would post a sign on the door sayin' "If the TARDIS is a rockin', don't come a knockin'", and half of their adventures through time and space would consist of finding new and unusual places to have a juicy shag.
Spoilers: AU, DURING "The Girl in the Fireplace". If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you WILL be spoilered. I like to mess with canon. And you have my word that -- despite how this starts -- I'm a passionate Rose/Ten shipper.
Summary: OTP Rose/Ten with a lot of interesting liaisons along the way. So what exactly DID Ten do in Versailles? This French farce will have love, drama, sex, and eventually as close to a happy ending as I can manage. Be forewarned, though, I may take you places that would make RTD's head explode.
On with the show:
(In which Nine and Ten put their heads together and Rose gets naughty.)
“Sod off,” says Nine cheerfully as he ducks through the door of the TARDIS. “Fuckwit.”
“That’s gratitude,” says Ten. “You’re not going to kiss Rose with that mouth, are you?”
Rose can’t help giggling. “I certainly hope so.”
Nine pulls up short when he enters the console room. “What the Hell is that?”
Rose, her arms still around Nine’s neck, glances over. “A sofa, I think. When we left here, it was a comfy chair.” (And she hopes like Hell the Dr. Seuss books are gone. Ten was amused; Nine would never let her live it down.)
“Fantastic!” Ten shuts the door. Dodges around them.
He runs his hands along the velvety back of the sofa. “Very, very nice.” He vaults, one-handed. Lands flat on his back on the cushions. Stretches. Sighs happily.
Nine asks Rose the question with a Look.
Rose sighs. Nods. “And he’s getting worse.”
Nine rolls his eyes. Sets her down. “Are you quite done?” he says to Ten.
“This is ever so much better than I’d planned.” Ten kneels on the sofa’s cushions, cheek on one palm. “Very posh.” His eyes sparkle as he looks over the back at them. “Perfect length. Plenty of leg room. Love the upholstery -- if it’d been leather, it would’ve stuck in odd places -- never did get on much with leather furniture.” He strokes the back of the sofa. “Did you think of this, Rose?”
She shakes her head no. Runs her hand along the back edge of the sofa. Smiles. It IS perfect.
Ten lays down again, all kinds of devilry in his eyes. She grins at him.
Nine folds his arms, irritated. “You brought me all this way so I could watch you take a nap? Cheers, mate, but I’ll have to give it a miss.”
“It’s not for sleeping, halfwit.” Ten folds his hands behind his head. Crosses his legs at the ankle. Gives Rose another devilish look. “Good grief, was I always so naïve?”
Rose rolls her eyes. “I once came into the control room topless. Talked to you for a good ten minutes. Jiggled at you. Several times. You never looked out from under the control panel. I left saying I hoped you’d electrocute yourself.” She folds her arms. “You thanked me for keeping you company.”
Ten sighs. “The things I’ve missed by not seeing you.”
Nine snorts, still fixated on the sofa. “If it’s not for sleeping, then why are you--?”
Ten lunges up. Grabs Rose’s hand. Pulls her down. She gives a delighted shriek. Ends up underneath him. He snogs her, a seeking, hungry snog that makes good use of that marvellous tongue of his and communicates his apology for being clueless. (Now it’s pretty much a draw who’s the better kisser.)
She rakes her nails down his back, an equally hungry acceptance of said apology. Fists one hand in his hair. She raises her knees on either side of his hips. Savours the press of his hips against hers. Even clothed, the man is dead sexy. (The sofa IS perfect. Just wide enough so he won’t slip off...)
Ten pulls away reluctantly. Shoots Nine a pointed and triumphant look.
Nine blinks. “Oh.” He grins. “Oh!”
Ten presses a brief kiss to Rose’s lips. Gets up.
“C’mon,” he says to Nine. “I’ll show you the wiring.”
For a moment, she hopes “wiring” might be some kind of kinky, alien euphemism. Unfortunately, Ten dashes her hopes by ducking under the console and actually showing Nine the changes he’s made in the TARDIS’s wiring. Rose snuggles into the sofa’s soft cushions to wait. Admires the view as both Doctors bend over to look beneath the console.
Nine straightens, horrified. “You’ve butchered her!”
“Don’t be so melodramatic,” says Ten. He points. Explains. Points again.
Nine looks thoroughly unconvinced. “Are you taking a piss?”
Ten glares. “I am not taking a piss. It’ll work.” He sighs, exasperated. “‘F only I had a pen and paper.” He looks up hopefully.
Two sets of pens and pads of paper appear on the console.
“Thank you!” Ten snatches a set. Glares a challenge at Nine.
Nine snatches the other set like a duellist snatching a pistol. She half expects him to turn and start counting twenty paces.
The Doctors engage in a skirmish of schematics. Rose watches from the sofa, annoyed at first because they’re wasting time, then more and more amused as the two Doctors debate. Nine’s hostility erodes into tepid curiosity. Ten sketches furiously, talking a mile a minute. Nine counter-sketches, calculating with increasing interest. It’s a little like watching virtuoso violinists tackle an especially difficult duet. Eventually, both Doctors nod, satisfied at the compromise. They move to shake hands.
Rose sits up. “PARADOX!”
She’s just in time. Both Doctors give it a miss. Shoot her a grateful look. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” she says. “Will it work?”
Nine actually smiles. “I think so.”
“Of course it will work.” Ten smirks at him. “And why is that?”
“Because just I saved you from being an idiot and blowing up the universe?” says Nine.
“Only two-thirds.” Ten’s glare becomes a smirk. “Say it.”
Nine’s glower returns. “No.”
“Come on, then.” Ten’s smirk becomes a sly grin. “You know you want to.”
Nine sets his pen and paper down, petulant. “I won’t either.”
Ten waits. Twirls his pen with a flourish.
Nine sulks slightly. “Fine. You’re brilliant.”
“And so are you.” Ten grins. “Let’s do it.”
They man opposite sides of the console. Bark shorthand instructions and corrections back and forth. Each keeps stealing glances at her. Rose can feel their impatience. They way their hearts race when they look at her. (She takes it as a compliment, actually.)
Time for a little fun. The next time Ten glances at her, Rose draws one finger into her mouth. Pulls it out suggestively. Ten forgets what he was doing. Watches hungrily, memories of a certain champagne kiss in his eyes.
“Oi!” Nine’s irritated shout jerks Ten back to focus. “D’you mind not lusting while we’re ripping a hole in the fabric of space-time?”
Rose lets her knees fall open. Gives Nine her best bedroom eyes. He does a double take. His blue eyes darken with desire.
“Now that’s just gratuitous,” says Ten.
She’s always loved a challenge. “Nope.” She sends the TARDIS a thought. Gets the impression of regal amusement from the female presence. “THIS is gratuitous,” Rose says.
A banana-shaped ice lolly appears before her. She unwraps it slowly. Turns over on the cushions (which are even softer than they looked.) Sucks the lolly deeply. Presses her hips suggestively into the sofa in a slow rhythm. Gives them a sidelong look that says “come and get it.”
Both Doctors’ hands tighten on the console. They moan.
“Are you trying to kill us?” says Nine.
She giggles. Turns onto her back. (The ice lolly is really good. Cool and creamy and not too sugary.) She draws it into her mouth slowly. Pulls it out, letting her cheeks collapse so the Doctors can see how much work it is to pull against the suction. She laps around the stick at the base of the lolly. Hold it up. Lets a drop of melted, creamy, banana-y goodness drip onto her waiting tongue.
Both Doctors watch her as if they’d forgotten there was anything else in the universe.
Nine tears his eyes away long enough to glance at Ten. “She good as all that?”
Ten, spellbound, nods.
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