Dear Doctor Who Fandom, Love From Your Ginger

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Written especially for the wonderful and forever lovely Niselle. She put it up for me yesterday, but here’s a copy for all of my followers! (Hit my post limit yesterday, sorry.)

“Blasted thing!” was what Rose heard on her way towards the console room. Followed by muttered curses, of course.

She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. When she got to the console room she froze at the sight before her. There, by the jump seat, was her Doctor. In a tux. She let her eyes drag up his hard form. Maybe she gazed a bit longer than she should have on his bum, but it was arather nice bum.

She was shook from her reverie by him talking again.

“The things I do for her. Why did I think this was a good idea? Wha’s the use for this piece of fabric, anyway? Waste of cloth, it is.” He said frustrated under his breath.

Rose revealed herself by chuckling. He was just too much when he got upset with inanimate objects. The Doctor spun around at the sound of her amusement, the undone bowtie hanging at his collar. He looked much more disheveled from the front than the back. The first few buttons on his crisp white dress shirt were undone, his shirttails were coming out of his black tuxedo trousers, and of course the incomplete tie at his neck.

She expected him to say something about sneaking up on a Time Lord, but was surprised when he said nothing. The look on his face was intense as he gazed at her, and his mouth was slightly agape.

She realized he was staring at her and blushed. For their evening out, the TARDIS had selected a cream satin gown. The thin straps were twisted and crossed across the open expanse of her back and the fabric clung to her lithe body in all the right places. There was a slit on the right side of the dress that went to her upper thigh. The strappy cream heels she was presented with made her legs seem longer and their recent trip to the beaches of Cariba-3 had left her normally pale skin slightly tanned, a nice contrast to the light color of the material.

She had left her hair in a simple French twist with an intricately designed crystal comb. The TARDIS had hidden most of her makeup so she was left with very neutral colors that when applied had enhanced the soft features of her face.

Rose cleared her throat and his suddenly electric blue eyes snapped to her face. A wide grin broke across his features and he took a step toward her.

“You look beautiful.” He echoed his words from their trip to 1869 with a twinkle in his eyes.

“For a human.” Rose couldn’t help but add. His grin faltered slightly and she regretted her words.

“No, Rose, not for a human.” He stopped directly in front of her and cupped her cheek. She nuzzled into it automatically. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my 9 hundred years. For any species.”

She gazed up at him in wonder. His head loomed ever closer as he ducked down toward her face. Her eyelids fluttered when she felt his cool, minty breath on her pink, plump, and now parted lips.

When their mouths brushed, time stopped even in the Vortex.

Encouraged by her still presence, the Doctor added more pressure to her lips and she reciprocated eagerly. Her hands came up to grip his lapels and his other hand found the back of her neck, holding her to him. She gasped audibly when his tongue traced her lips, granting him access. He plunged inside and explored her thoroughly.

When Rose’s air supply ran out she pulled back panting. She couldn’t tell if he was also out of breath because as soon as the contact between their mouths broke, his descended to the soft skin of her neck.

Her hands brushed the cloth of his still undone bowtie and she let out a breathless laugh. He hesitated for a millisecond before continuing his kisses on her skin.

“And what, exactly, is so funny, Miss Tyler?” he murmured against her flesh.

“You.” She smiled and slid a hand to the nape of his neck, the other still grabbing an end of his bowtie.

The Doctor pecked softly along her jaw and stopped.

“How so?” he whispered before pressing yet another kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Rose said nothing but turned her head to capture his mouth in a gentle kiss. She lingered there before stepping back and taking each end of his tie in her hands.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “An almighty Time Lord that can’t tie a bowtie?”

He looked at her indignantly. “It’s been a while. Nine hundred years after all.”

She smiled and began to cross the ends. His eyes never left her face and when she finished he took hold of her face and kissed her once, twice, three times. She turned him around to look at himself in the monitor on the console. Over his shoulder, she pulled the ends of the black material tighter. Then she put her mouth to his ear, smirking, and murmured,

“Nine hundred years and still a damn good snog.”

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