Serendipity: Prologue (1/4) [Birthday Fic for
nipplemuggins]
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Title: Serendipity
Author: wishiknewwho
Character/Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: Teen-ish
Summary: The Doctor decided to call it serendipity, that moment when fate and desire collide.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and it's probably just as well that I don't because it'd be nothing but hugs and hair ruffling for the foreseeable future.
Spoilers: Post-JE
Author's Notes: Happy happy birthday to my lovely friend
nipplemuggins. She's a grown up today, and as my adopted daughter, will find herself kicked firmly out of my house. It's time to fly the nest, baby bird. But before you go, here's some very fluffy fic for you. Hope your day is brilliant and awesome and perfect. *squishes*
I will most likely be updating this weekly, but days will not be set until next week, as Tuesday is
electrictoes's birthday and she gets multichaptered fic as well.
Thanks to
salimali and
electrictoes for their amazing beta skills.
The Doctor and Rose had fallen into each other after their second time on Bad Wolf Bay, deciding to take the gift the other Doctor had given them and make the most of their life together. It was what he wanted for them and they soon realised it was what they wanted as well. He took her hand in his, they stopped running, and a new adventure started.
The Doctor was wrapped up in Rose Tyler, and she loved him back with a fervour that left him dizzy. That was the only way he could think to describe it, the feelings she inspired in him, the things he knew he would do for her, the joy that surged through his veins at just the sound of her name. She was his and he was hers and it felt like the universe had finally reached equilibrium.
He loved their life, the little flat they shared, his job at the museum inspiring a new generation of young scientists. Rose had kept her job at Torchwood, but had stopped going on field missions. She was their alien liaison now, and he loved that she loved helping the Earth to reach out to other planets. They both came home each day happy and tired. Their life was simple, quiet, but it was theirs and that was all that mattered.
That day had been no different. He and Rose had both worked late and she’d brought him takeaway. They’d eaten in front of the television and discussed plans for their upcoming holiday in Greece.
He’d turned off the television, the glow from the screen fading and leaving the room in darkness, when Rose turned toward him, her hand moving forward to absently play with the cuff of his shirt.
“Hi,” she whispered, tilting her head down and looking up at him through her lashes. He’d come to know that look well in the past year or so.
“Hello,” he murmured. He carefully traced his finger down the line of her throat, watching her swallow and her eyes darken.
She slowly freed the button at his cuff then brushed her fingers over his wrist. He shivered at the warmth of her fingertips on his sensitive skin. “I’ve been thinking about you today,” she said, her voice low.
“You have?” he said, keeping his voice low as well, not wanting to disturb the magical mood she was weaving. He moved his hand up and behind her neck, playing with the hair at her nape.
She gave him a sexy little grin that almost had him pressing her back into the sofa cushions. “All day long,” she said, drawing the words out. “I want you to make love to me.”
There were days when Rose Tyler was a mystery to him. Days when she expected him to be able to read her mind, to know exactly what she wanted without her saying a word, not caring a bit that he was no longer telepathic. She’d drop little hints, scatter riddles around, and then get angry with him if he didn’t figure out what she wanted.
But then there were days like today, when she was clear and bold and said exactly what she wanted him to do. While he always loved a good puzzle, he loved days like today even more.
“How?” he asked, wanting to see how far he could push her, how far he could draw it out before they both gave in.
She leaned in closer to him, her lips grazing his mouth, his cheek, his ear. “Now,” she answered.
He didn’t bother to tell her that she hadn’t really answered his question. It was not really the time for a grammar lesson, and for once, he found himself not caring. Instead, he let her take his hand and pull him from the sofa. He let her lead him down the hallway, nodding as she said “we should go to the bedroom tonight.” He let her pull him into their room and slowly undress him, trying to stay still as her hands lingered on his skin. And then she let him undress her, grinning shyly at him in the endearing way she always did, no matter how many times they did this.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, taking her hands in his and pulling her toward him. “Gorgeous and lovely and all mine.”
“All yours,” she agreed, smiling softly at him. She backed him up until the backs of his knees were bumping into the bed.
“Seems like I’m all yours right now,” he said, grinning at her.
She playfully shoved him back to the bed. “It would seem so,” she murmured, launching herself on top of him, making them a tangle of limbs and laughter.
They tussled around for a few minutes, each fighting for dominance. He finally gave up and let her win, his body pinned under hers as she smirked down at him.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said back. “You do.” And suddenly it wasn’t so funny anymore. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips crushing against his. It was messy and possessive and he was sure he’d never had a more perfect kiss. His hands came to rest on her hips, holding her to him. She moved against him, and he wondered if either of them was going to be able to last long.
She pulled away a centimetre. “Are you ready?” she asked.
He kissed her again, weighing out his options as he tasted her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He always had the same dilemma. He wanted to draw out their lovemaking, make it last as long as possible until they were both about to break under the want and love and tension. Problem was, it only took them a few moments to get to that point. Maybe in another six months they’d be able to manage it.
“Yes,” he said against her lips. “Please.”
She nodded and moved off him. He trailed kisses up her spine as she rummaged around in the bedside table drawer. He waited patiently as she continued to look, trying not to get too anxious. Finally she sighed and turned around to face him.
“We’re out,” she said.
“What?” he asked, not wanting to let the words sink in.
She gave him that look she reserved for moments she felt he was being particularly obtuse. “We’re out of condoms. We used the last one day before yesterday and forgot to buy more.” Her lips curved into a little frown, frustration evident on her face.
“And you’re sure there aren’t any in the bathroom?” he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “No, we emptied that box and put them in the drawer, remember?”
He did remember, he just hoped that he might have been wrong. “Well then,” he said dejectedly. “I guess no sex tonight.”
“I guess not,” she said, trailing her finger along the duvet wistfully.
“Unless,” he said, stopping still as the thought hit him.
“Unless what?” she said. Her head jerked up so that she could look at him.
He blinked, then met her gaze. “We could do it without one,” he said.
Her eyes widened. “That might be dangerous,” she said. She quickly counted off the days on her fingers. “Very dangerous.”
He thought about that for a moment, about what she’d said and what it could mean for them. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel scared or nervous or anything that he thought he’d be feeling. He only felt calm. “It might not be dangerous at all,” he said slowly, his eyes never wavering from hers. “It might be the best thing that ever happened.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper and he watched her carefully, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited to see what her answer would be.
“You mean...” she started, her voice dying off. She took a breath and tried again. “You want to?”
“I do,” he said, his head giving a decisive little nod. “Just imagine it, Rose.” He took her hands in his, giving in to the enthusiasm that was building in his veins. “He’d have your eyes, my nose and hair. Or she’d have your hair and ears, my long toes and freckles. But either way, he or she would have your smile.”
Her eyes looked a little watery as she answered. “No, your smile,” she said.
He shook his head at her. “Nope, I must insist on your smile. It can look every bit like me, but it’s got to have your smile.” He pulled her to him and kissed her firmly on the lips. “I love this smile.”
She shrugged. “How about one with your smile and one with mine? A compromise.”
He playfully clicked his tongue against his teeth. “We’ll see,” he said thoughtfully. “But the first one has to have your smile.”
He covered her body with his and made love to her before she could argue any further.
Author: wishiknewwho
Character/Pairing: TenII/Rose
Rating: Teen-ish
Summary: The Doctor decided to call it serendipity, that moment when fate and desire collide.
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and it's probably just as well that I don't because it'd be nothing but hugs and hair ruffling for the foreseeable future.
Spoilers: Post-JE
Author's Notes: Happy happy birthday to my lovely friend
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Prologue
It wasn’t something they planned, not really anyway. But it wasn’t something that just happened in a moment of passion either. When he thought back on the moment, the Doctor decided to call it serendipity, that moment when fate and desire collide, when he magically got everything he wanted without even trying.
The Doctor and Rose had fallen into each other after their second time on Bad Wolf Bay, deciding to take the gift the other Doctor had given them and make the most of their life together. It was what he wanted for them and they soon realised it was what they wanted as well. He took her hand in his, they stopped running, and a new adventure started.
The Doctor was wrapped up in Rose Tyler, and she loved him back with a fervour that left him dizzy. That was the only way he could think to describe it, the feelings she inspired in him, the things he knew he would do for her, the joy that surged through his veins at just the sound of her name. She was his and he was hers and it felt like the universe had finally reached equilibrium.
He loved their life, the little flat they shared, his job at the museum inspiring a new generation of young scientists. Rose had kept her job at Torchwood, but had stopped going on field missions. She was their alien liaison now, and he loved that she loved helping the Earth to reach out to other planets. They both came home each day happy and tired. Their life was simple, quiet, but it was theirs and that was all that mattered.
That day had been no different. He and Rose had both worked late and she’d brought him takeaway. They’d eaten in front of the television and discussed plans for their upcoming holiday in Greece.
He’d turned off the television, the glow from the screen fading and leaving the room in darkness, when Rose turned toward him, her hand moving forward to absently play with the cuff of his shirt.
“Hi,” she whispered, tilting her head down and looking up at him through her lashes. He’d come to know that look well in the past year or so.
“Hello,” he murmured. He carefully traced his finger down the line of her throat, watching her swallow and her eyes darken.
She slowly freed the button at his cuff then brushed her fingers over his wrist. He shivered at the warmth of her fingertips on his sensitive skin. “I’ve been thinking about you today,” she said, her voice low.
“You have?” he said, keeping his voice low as well, not wanting to disturb the magical mood she was weaving. He moved his hand up and behind her neck, playing with the hair at her nape.
She gave him a sexy little grin that almost had him pressing her back into the sofa cushions. “All day long,” she said, drawing the words out. “I want you to make love to me.”
There were days when Rose Tyler was a mystery to him. Days when she expected him to be able to read her mind, to know exactly what she wanted without her saying a word, not caring a bit that he was no longer telepathic. She’d drop little hints, scatter riddles around, and then get angry with him if he didn’t figure out what she wanted.
But then there were days like today, when she was clear and bold and said exactly what she wanted him to do. While he always loved a good puzzle, he loved days like today even more.
“How?” he asked, wanting to see how far he could push her, how far he could draw it out before they both gave in.
She leaned in closer to him, her lips grazing his mouth, his cheek, his ear. “Now,” she answered.
He didn’t bother to tell her that she hadn’t really answered his question. It was not really the time for a grammar lesson, and for once, he found himself not caring. Instead, he let her take his hand and pull him from the sofa. He let her lead him down the hallway, nodding as she said “we should go to the bedroom tonight.” He let her pull him into their room and slowly undress him, trying to stay still as her hands lingered on his skin. And then she let him undress her, grinning shyly at him in the endearing way she always did, no matter how many times they did this.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, taking her hands in his and pulling her toward him. “Gorgeous and lovely and all mine.”
“All yours,” she agreed, smiling softly at him. She backed him up until the backs of his knees were bumping into the bed.
“Seems like I’m all yours right now,” he said, grinning at her.
She playfully shoved him back to the bed. “It would seem so,” she murmured, launching herself on top of him, making them a tangle of limbs and laughter.
They tussled around for a few minutes, each fighting for dominance. He finally gave up and let her win, his body pinned under hers as she smirked down at him.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he said back. “You do.” And suddenly it wasn’t so funny anymore. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips crushing against his. It was messy and possessive and he was sure he’d never had a more perfect kiss. His hands came to rest on her hips, holding her to him. She moved against him, and he wondered if either of them was going to be able to last long.
She pulled away a centimetre. “Are you ready?” she asked.
He kissed her again, weighing out his options as he tasted her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He always had the same dilemma. He wanted to draw out their lovemaking, make it last as long as possible until they were both about to break under the want and love and tension. Problem was, it only took them a few moments to get to that point. Maybe in another six months they’d be able to manage it.
“Yes,” he said against her lips. “Please.”
She nodded and moved off him. He trailed kisses up her spine as she rummaged around in the bedside table drawer. He waited patiently as she continued to look, trying not to get too anxious. Finally she sighed and turned around to face him.
“We’re out,” she said.
“What?” he asked, not wanting to let the words sink in.
She gave him that look she reserved for moments she felt he was being particularly obtuse. “We’re out of condoms. We used the last one day before yesterday and forgot to buy more.” Her lips curved into a little frown, frustration evident on her face.
“And you’re sure there aren’t any in the bathroom?” he asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “No, we emptied that box and put them in the drawer, remember?”
He did remember, he just hoped that he might have been wrong. “Well then,” he said dejectedly. “I guess no sex tonight.”
“I guess not,” she said, trailing her finger along the duvet wistfully.
“Unless,” he said, stopping still as the thought hit him.
“Unless what?” she said. Her head jerked up so that she could look at him.
He blinked, then met her gaze. “We could do it without one,” he said.
Her eyes widened. “That might be dangerous,” she said. She quickly counted off the days on her fingers. “Very dangerous.”
He thought about that for a moment, about what she’d said and what it could mean for them. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel scared or nervous or anything that he thought he’d be feeling. He only felt calm. “It might not be dangerous at all,” he said slowly, his eyes never wavering from hers. “It might be the best thing that ever happened.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper and he watched her carefully, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited to see what her answer would be.
“You mean...” she started, her voice dying off. She took a breath and tried again. “You want to?”
“I do,” he said, his head giving a decisive little nod. “Just imagine it, Rose.” He took her hands in his, giving in to the enthusiasm that was building in his veins. “He’d have your eyes, my nose and hair. Or she’d have your hair and ears, my long toes and freckles. But either way, he or she would have your smile.”
Her eyes looked a little watery as she answered. “No, your smile,” she said.
He shook his head at her. “Nope, I must insist on your smile. It can look every bit like me, but it’s got to have your smile.” He pulled her to him and kissed her firmly on the lips. “I love this smile.”
She shrugged. “How about one with your smile and one with mine? A compromise.”
He playfully clicked his tongue against his teeth. “We’ll see,” he said thoughtfully. “But the first one has to have your smile.”
He covered her body with his and made love to her before she could argue any further.
And just like that, it happened.
Trimester the First
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Date: 2009-10-06 04:14 am (UTC)Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2009-10-06 05:42 am (UTC)Its so cute and *sigh* awwww :D
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Date: 2009-10-06 12:34 pm (UTC)Thank you for all of your help on this.
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Date: 2009-10-06 02:09 pm (UTC)this is ace anything with the david in it and i'm happy but it's nice to see a bit of what rose and blue as i call him have been getting up to since brown left them
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Date: 2009-10-06 10:24 pm (UTC)This is a great start, and I love the writing style. They are so sweet here, and I love stories where couples are unapologetically, unabashedly, stupid-in-love with each other. I bet they even have matching goofy grins when they look at each other. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-10-07 05:58 pm (UTC)I've had such a blast writing it and I'm so glad you are enjoying it. I'm trying to work out when to post the next chapter, but if you bug me enough, I might send it to you early, as it is your present and all.
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-10-19 06:46 am (UTC)How bizarre.
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Date: 2009-10-18 03:02 pm (UTC)*divahugs*
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