Anthropomorphic girl

Long time no see, Milly is....

2008-01-16T13:44:07Z

PREGNANT!!!!!

Hey guys, seriously lax in my communications of late, sorry about that but it's been hectic as hell and I haven't had time to pick my nose let alone get online. Being stuffed in a flat with no net connection is like having my left arm chopped off ;-)

Hope everyone's dandy?

Right, proper updateyness....

I'm now officially a Mrs, Purdue to be precise. The ceremony was lovely, he looked dapper and I actually looked like a girl, lol. Little bit of a cafuffle afterwards but hell, none of my family gatherings are ever smooth sailing XD

Turns out I'm also 'with child' - up the duff, bun in the oven...knocked up XD We were trying before we got hitched and I'm two months gone (got an ickle bump already, wait for it 'AWWWW') and we're convinced it's a boy 'cos all it does is give me grief, wind, burps, hiccups, sickness and all other manner of aches and pains, so it's gotta be a bloke - right? hehe.

Had a lil scare last night but all's fine and I had my first Mid-wife's check today at 11am...scary. First scan is on the 13th of Feb *bites nails* Can you imagine, a lil me and Kevin wandering around the earth...petrifying...

I hope everyone's kicking on well..Oh and I almost forgot..I met Sarah frigging Parish in my local Doctor's surgery. How mad is that!!

She was sat opposite me this morning, turns out she got married in a lil church five miles from me *is gob smacked* think she's living in the area now...Wowzers, lol.

She's so pretty, and bloody tall, long legs and and...I am not jealous of her, no, not at all...

Didn't ask for an autograph, what with her being in a surgery, she prolly felt icky, but bless...I met the empress of the Rachnos!!!!

Right, we have piccies...Wooooo, lol, me looking like a woman for a change...don't faint ladies XD

-Just ready at my mums-

-Mum and I outside the house-

-Hubby and I 'signing' the register-

-Hubby and I outside reg office-

-The car...snazzy-

When I've got a few more and better quality one's uploaded, I shall share share share :)

Oh, it was my birthday on Saturday - as many of you know 'cos you sent me lovely messages, thankyouuuuu - I had a lovely day, got flowers from my Ma and my other half took me out for the day and got me a sparkly ring. For chrimbo he got me the spinny light up TARDIS, which we BOTH played with for hours, lol.

I'll try and keep you updated as far as bump and hubby go, have a grand rest of the week...

Right, that's me done, hope you all had a wonderful Chrimbo and New years... *squiggly hugs*

Millster
xxx

End of an era...

2007-10-07T14:20:39Z

Girls and boys,

I just thought I'd let everyone know why I've pisadeared off of every comm I'm active in (even though I haven't posted here in a long while)...Had a few issues at home and ended up staying at my boyfriend's place (t'internetless) but the long and the short of it is, I'm now living with him and we are getting married in Feb next year....So for a while, no internet and I'm not gonna be able to get to you all to check in and say hi.

Hope you'll all take cxare and I'll catch up as soon as poss,

Love and hugs

Milly
xx

Icon Drabble

2007-02-01T11:22:34Z

Title: What's this one then?
Author: wiccagal_1996
Spoilers: Illusions to old school who,Parting of the ways, The christmas invasion.
Summary: How do you summarize 100 words?
A/N: From the challenge floating about~Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any fandom or no fandom at all.

What's this one then?

Yet another face, younger than the last. Soon he'll look young enough to pass for his own grandson, wouldn't that just boggle the brain. 'I create myself'

Despite the lack of silver strands and laughter lines he still finds himself leaning on an invisible cane, from time to time.

All those years, all those faces. What's this one then, Ten? Rassilon, ten bodies, nine deaths. Nine nightmares he never managed to wake up from.

Well, no matter how many nightmares he doesn't make it through, he's happy knowing there's another something covered in slime somewhere, waiting to meet its own.

Wic
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2007-01-29T20:31:11Z

Comment to be added....

Prompt #19 Public place~Nine/Rose 'No sleep tonight' NC-17

2006-12-10T17:29:27Z

Title: No sleep tonight
Ships: Nine/Rose
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Say it with me ~ They ... ain't ... mine.
Summary: He could just make out the tops of her dark nylon stockings
A/N: These don't follow any kind of timeline or connect in anyway. Just to let you all know,lol. Wouldn't want to confuse anyone.
Sorry about the rubbish formatting, it's being an arse.

No sleep tonight

'How many times are we gonna have this fucking conversation Doctor?' Rose was so bloody angry, where did he get off telling her she couldn't go out with her old friends. To be fair, the friends weren't the problem. The ex was the real issue.

Jimmy Stones.

There wasn't any guarantee he'd be there anyway. All Shireen had said was he might be. It was his favourite pub after all. Even if he did turn up, she wasn't gonna jump straight into bed with him. It wasn't as if she hadn't had to suffer Jabe or Kathica or any of the other number of life forms that threw themselves at him on a daily basis.

Rose didn't know what it was but something about him just seemed to send out the signal 'Pet me'. Any planet, any star system or galaxy. Turn away for fives minutes, look back and there'd be some groupie hanging off his every word.

So how could he possibly get mad at her when all she wanted to do was go out and see her friends, the friends she'd abandoned for him.

'I'm not sayin' you can't go Rose. I'm just saying maybe I should go with you. We both know what that idiot ex of yours can be like' Rose clenched her fists and ground her teeth 'I don't need you to look after me yea! I'm a big girl Doctor. Just cos he turned up on mums doorstep that one time you think he's gonna be stalking me or something! Don't you trust me?'

The Doctor sighed in frustration, rolling his eyes and raking his fingers through his short cropped hair. This silly little human could be so bloody stubborn sometimes. He didn't not trust her. Something about that fuckwit ex boyfriend of hers just rubbed him up the wrong way. When he'd turned up on the one occasion they'd actually decided to go back and visit Jackie he'd done everything he could to provoke the alien.

Some of the things Jimmy'd said about Rose would have had the Doctor twisting his head off his shoulders if he hadn't known Rose would've reamed him out for it later. The boy didn't have the greatest vocabulary but what he could use was just enough to make the Doctor want to hurt him, badly.

'I'm going out and I don't need you to follow me, understand? I'll go, have a couple of drinks, dance with a few good looking guys and come home. No hassle' The Doctor raised his eyebrows and stared at her. 'What? You're the one who doesn't want to tell mum or anyone else we've been shaggin' like rabid bunnies for the past three months. If I don't have a dance and a flirt the girls will wonder what's up'

'Fine, go out and have your fun but please for Rassilons sake will you at least cover up a little bit!' Rose looked down at her outfit and smirked. He did have a point but she wasn't going to tell him that. Besides wasn't a girl entitled to dress up occasionally. She'd spent nearly three hours combing the wardrobe for just the right look. She'd actually picked the outfit for the Doctor, just to give him a little glimpse of what he'd be getting when she returned. She'd figured a little bit of prolonged torture would do him some good.

She had on thigh length leather spiked heel boots with black seemed stockings. The tops of which were just about visible under the black leather pleated skirt she'd found hiding under a pile of multi coloured shirts somewhere at the back of the wardrobe. Her top half was covered in a black silk midriff top with flared batwing sleeves and to complete the look she'd nabbed the Doctors crumpled leather Jacket.

It'd obviously had the right effect. When she'd strode into the control room the Doctors mouth had gaped and he hadn't been able to form proper words for at least three minutes. At least she now knew how to shut him up, killer heels and a barely there skirt were apparently a must.

'I've got my phone. I'll call if I need you okay, but I won't so stop bloody worrying' She leant up to give him a kiss on the cheek but he turned his head just at that second and captured her lips in a nerve burning kiss. He ran one hand the entire length of her side and slipped it into the small of her back pulling her forwards to fit against him. Cupping her cheek and leaning his forehead against hers he sighed and looked deep into her eyes, 'Hurry home' then he rotated his hips into hers so she could feel just how much the outfit really had effected him.

Shaking her head as if trying to regain some semblance of reality she stepped back and squeezed his hand, then she was gone.

It took the Doctor all of ten minutes to decide to follow her. He knew full well he was taking his very long life in his hands but something in the back of his brain niggled for him to go and make sure she kept out of trouble. Jeopardy friendly didn't really cover it and he didn't want to have to explain to Jackie how he'd managed to let her little girl get herself hurt in her own local pub.

Locking the TARDIS doors and hurrying in the direction of the pub he flicked his sonic screwdriver on and scanned for Roses phone. Sure enough she'd already made it to the pub. She was probably swigging Vodka and Appletizer right now.

*****************************

The mingling of smoke and vodka was already making Rose light headed. she'd not drunk for so long that just the one had gone straight to her head, putting her in that happy place just before being pissed.

The girls were already up on the dance floor, shaking and gyrating to the Faders. Rose chuckled to herself. Not one of them had any real rhythm but at least they were enjoying themselves. Downing the last dregs of her second drink she slammed the glass down on the table and headed out to join them.

Swiveling her hips in time to the beat, Rose allowed the flow of music to seep under her skin. Shoulders swaying and arms in the air, Rose shimmied up and down on the spot, twisting her body and throwing her supple arse in every direction.

Unbeknownst to her, two sets of eyes watched from opposite sides of the pub. One pair were dark and malevolent, watching her every move, enjoying the way she threw her entire body into each sumptuous move. The other were cobalt blue and wary, scanning the crowd for the familiar profile of Roses ex.

The Doctor had snuck in and stationed himself at the other end of the bar. He'd ordered himself a drink and leant against the bar as if he belonged. Something told him Rose would need him tonight but he didn't know what. Maybe it was his latent Time Lord genes, he hadn't used his psychic connection in this incarnation but maybe something was leaking through.

He'd been so busy eyeing the crowded pub he hadn't really paid Rose any attention since parking himself at the bar. Now though, as the beat from the song became a little faster and harder his eyes were drawn to the blonde in amongst the milling people.

She was almost flowing with the music itself and she looked magnificent. Her long, booted legs were parted as she twisted herself towards the floor. He could just make out the tops of her dark nylon stockings and found himself becoming hard. Flinging her head back and rolling her shoulders forwards she exposed the creamy expanse of her throat and cleavage to his view. Shifting his weight slightly to try and hide his growing arousal, he missed the dark figure of Jimmy Stones peeling himself away from the opposite wall and walking towards Rose.

The song changed and Rose and her friends all screeched and started wriggling their bodies in time. As the heady strains of 'Maneater' filled the air around them they completely lost themselves in the music.

Rose adored this song, it was so sensual and had her hips moving of their own volition. As she raised her arms above her head and shimmied she didn't see the tall lanky figure of her ex sidle up behind her. She felt someone place their hands on her hips and move into her back, swinging around with her, grinding themselves into her backside.

Just as Rose swung round to see who had been manhandling her the Doctor came striding across the dance floor.

Rose started when she saw Jimmy stood there leering at her. 'What the hell are you doing? Get away from me' He just looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat. 'Aww come on Rose, thought you'd be pleased to see me'

'I believe, this is my dance' The Doctors deep voice whispered close to her ear. Wrapping one arm across her chest and the other around her middle, leaving his hand splayed on her bare stomach he dragged her backwards into his body and started to move in time to the beat.

The Doctor watched as Jimmy scowled and shuffled away. The boy was many things but apparently thick wasn't one of them. Good. If he didn't want his legs broken, leaving was the best option.

Rose smirked to herself. Despite the fact she'd told the Doctor to stay away and should be pissed at him, the feeling of his hard cock nestled into the cleft of her arse was doing wonderful things to her nervous system. Plus, he had gotten rid of the annoying oik, still...she'd shout at him later. Right now all she wanted to focus on was the way his hips seemed to be talking to hers.

Shifting his arms slightly he spun her round to face him. Gone was his brilliant grin, instead there was a look of complete hunger in his eyes. Looking her up and down in much the same way Jimmy had, Rose could feel her nipples harden instantly. That look spoke volumes about what he wanted to do to her.

Yanking her back into his body he gripped her thigh and swung her leg around his waist so that she could feel just how hard she'd made him. Swinging his hips into hers he bent her backwards as far as she would go. Tipping his chin, he dragged his tongue the length of her neck and down in between her cleavage and then pulled her upright whilst slipping his tongue back upwards to her ear.

'Rose, I don't think I'm gonna make it back to the TARDIS' the hitch in his voice and the way he breathed every word made Roses insides flip flop. She could feel the tension in his shoulders, see the wanting in his expression and it all made her need him, now. 'Me either. There's an alley, through that door' Nodding in the direction of the emergency exit. Rose slid her foot down the back of the Doctors leg until it came to rest on the floor.

With as much steadiness as he could muster the Doctor pulled Rose off towards the door marked 'EXIT', grabbing his discarded jacket on the way by. As soon as they'd made it outside he slammed her into the wall and lunged for her mouth. Rose felt his tongue pushing at her lips, begging entrance. She granted it instantly and gasped into his mouth as she felt him grind her into the bricks.

Rose struggled for a second to try and stay in control but the Doctor was a powerful man and too much for her to resist, especially as she could feel herself becoming more and more turned on as the kiss lengthened. Right now she didn't care what he did with her as long as he was touching her. As he pushed even closer his hand snaked down inside her top and fumbled for her soft breast. His fingers kneaded her skin, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her blood.

He pulled away, staring down into her eyes. As he did so he pulled down the front of her top exposing her pert young breasts to his hungry gaze. The sting of cold air made her already hardened nipples tighten even more. The Doctor bent forward and took the left one into his mouth, sucking at it as he ran his fingers over the right.

He pushed a hand underneath her skirt, raising it just enough for him to slip his fingers inside her knickers. He couldn't believe how wet she was and as the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils he felt himself lose the tiny bit of control he still possessed. Letting the tips of his fingers dance over Roses heated pussy lips, he enjoyed the look of utter need flit across her features. Pushing forward the Doctor began to probe her slick heat, sliding two fingers inside her.

'Oh'

Rose couldn't suppress the exclamation as he found her clit and ran his thumb over it, sending extraordinary shocks throughout her body. He began to bring her off as his lips closed over hers, tongue deep inside her mouth whilst his other hand squeezed and caressed her firm breasts.

Rose was on fire, leaning back against the wall, her legs spread wide and hips thrusting onto the Doctors fingers. Her entire being was suffused with the need to fucked and fucked hard. She reached down for his trousers and ran her fingers over his straining cock. He was so hard and a shiver of anticipation ran through her. Taking a hold of his zipper she slid it down, freeing him. Grasping his twitching cock, Rose guided him to her entrance.

The Doctor grunted and thrust into her palm, no control over his body now just a deep painful need to be inside her. He penetrated her with a single push, his thick cock sliding deep inside until he felt his balls nestle against her soft curls. Taking hold of a hip in one hand, he leant the other against the wall and began to fuck her hard. Rose gave a cry of pleasure as she felt the force of his onslaught. She braced herself against the wall as his thrusts shook her body. He grunted with every stroke, each one becoming more erratic. She pressed down onto him, matching his rhythm with her own, her breath coming in hoarse gasps.

'Please, need to, have to..' The Doctor looked her straight in the eyes and smirked. Punctuating every word with a harsh thrust of his hips he asked, 'What.Do.You.Want.Rose!' Her eyes rolled up and she let out an animal cry. Gritting her teeth and matching him stroke for stroke she replied 'You' with such force that his thin held control almost shattered.

Taking the hand from the wall, he rammed his fingers into her hair and pulled her head to one side exposing her neck. Leaning forward he latched onto her heated flesh and sucked, lapping at the skin under his tongue. They came simultaneously, he shouting her name whilst she cried aloud with the pleasure of feeling her pussy filled with his spunk. The Doctor continued his thrusts, pumping the contests of his balls inside her until he came to a shuddering halt, breathing heavily and trying to find his footing in reality.

A few minutes passed where nothing but the sounds of the two breathing could be heard. Pulling themselves apart and straightening their clothes, neither one could suppress their grins.

Suddenly the Doctor felt a sharp *Thwack* to his arm. 'Hey! what was that for?' Rose eyeballed him for a second and then said calmly 'I told you not to follow me' Rolling his eyes the Doctor put his hand out for Rose to hold. 'So I save you from that Neanderthal and this is all the thanks I get, typical' Rose poked her tongue in between her teeth and smirked at the Doctor 'So, punish me for my lack of gratitude then' He matched her smirk 'Nymphomaniac' 'Oh yes'.

The Doctor let go of her hand, 'Race you back to the TARDIS'

Perfect~Prompt 007~Food Ten/Rose

2006-12-09T11:00:44Z

Title: Perfect
Author: wiccagal_1996
Fandoms: Doctor Who
Characters: The Tenth Doc/Rose
Rating: NC-17 (Very)
Disclaimer: RTD & Aunty Beeb own DW, I'm gaining nothing except a smutty vocabulary off this.
Summary: The Doctor and Rose attempt dinner, it doesn't quite go according to plan
Prompt: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #007, Food~table two.
Word Count: 1,103
A/N: Thanks to pheonix_iz_me for help and encouragement.

Perfect

She was pretty sure the candles weren't meant to be nitro nine dynamite and Creme Brulie wasn't supposed to taste like tar. The oven hadn't ever made that screeching noise before and smoke inhalation on a first date was so not sexy.

The meal had been an unmitigated disaster. She'd ended up with scorch marks on her favourite top and some sort of sauce in her hair. One thing was for sure though, he certainly knew how to put on a show.

All things told, Rose has known better dinner dates involving brawls and bar stools, and yet she just can't seem to bring herself to care. Not when the Doctor has got his over active tongue firmly imbedded in between her thighs.

Rule number one~When faced with a haughty Time Lord covered in over cooked remnants of Duck ala Orange~Don't laugh.

Laughter had turned into a food fight, with hot fudge sauce and squirty cream. Squirty cream had resulted in raised eyebrows and gauntlets being thrown, and damn if she hadn't 'cried uncle' as quick as humanly possible. Now she's being pinned to the table with the Doctor lapping at her clit and it's all her own fault. He's been literally ravishing her for about twenty minutes with no signs of needing to come up for air. Do Time Lords have special lungs, can they go for indefinite amounts of time without taking a breath? He's certainly lending considerable weight to the theory.

Every time, every time she comes close to unravelling around him he pulls back just enough to keep her dangling on the edge. She's never felt pleasure quite like it. A subtle shift in tempo and he has her keening and pumping her hips in time to his rhythm. The slightly rough feel of his tongue rasping over the sensitive nerves of her clit coupled with the two fingers steadily working in and out of her twitching pussy is sending her senses into overload.

If he doesn't let her cum soon she is going to have to finish the job herself. He's just being mean, mean and down right rude. The fact she can feel him smirking against her heated skin makes it ten times worse. She's begged, pleaded, even resorted to threats and yet..close but still no cigar.

She writhes and shivers around his tongue 'Please' he pays no attention, softening the strokes and lengthening the sweeps 'Doctor please' she resorts to fucking his tongue, grinding against his mouth. In amongst all the whispered plea's and curses she can just make out the bastard smirking again. Fine, if he wants to play dirty then she's game.

With some effort she unclasps her hand from the table cloth and snakes it down her belly, scratching her nails lightly over the skin. Any touch is electric now, bringing sparks of sensation to burst behind her eyelids. Finally finding what she needs she slips her fingers underneath his tongue, applying almost painful amounts of pressure, she begins to rub herself.

It takes him a second to realize he's no longer tasting her saliva slicked clit but when it finally dawns on him he gives a muffled growl. The sight of Rose bringing her self off while his fingers are still working her into a complete mess of need is too much.

Snatching her hand away, he crawls up her body, still managing to rest one foot on the floor. Hooking his other leg over her, he grinds his cloth clad cock into her aching centre. Showing her exactly what she's been doing to him and how much he's wanted her from the minute they started this. Grunting in satisfaction he watches her eyes slam shut and her body arch into his.

Fumbling between them he drags the zipper of his trousers down and frees his erection. It bobs between them for a second before he's guiding himself to her twitching entrance. She's so wet and hot he could already feel her through the cloth, now he's skin to skin he thinks she may actually burn him.

Not having the will power for niceties he slams into her, fully sheathing himself inside her tight hot cunt. He stills, the feeling of being completely wrapped in her threatens to send him straight over the edge.

She whimpers and wriggles her hips needing him to move. She's been waiting an eternity for him to fuck her senseless and she needs him to move, now.

Together enough to move without spilling himself inside her, he begins to fuck her like his life depends on it. He pistons his hips, no sense of rhythm just harsh hard thrusts. There's a raw aching need radiating off his every movement. Each time he slides back inside her he can feel her walls tighten, pulling at him like she wants to devour him, starting with his cock. Each downward stroke elicits a deep guttural moan from her and an incoherent grunt from him.

Never one to be passive for long, Rose swivels her hips, arching up to meet his every thrust. She can see tiny little droplets of sweat gathering on his forehead. His face contorts in pleasure, it's almost frightening. His lips are pulled back tight around his teeth, baring them like an animal ready to take a bite out of her.

He digs his fingers into her hip as if to try and stop her movements. He looks her straight in the eye, 'Please' that one word gives Rose complete power. He's begging her, pleading with her to stop what she's doing. Suddenly she can feel the tension in his body, muscles taught and straining with the effort, the effort not to come undone.

The wolfish grin she gives him is all the answer he's going to get. She wants him to come apart at the seams and she'll be the one to tug at the threads. Speeding her movements, twisting her hips first one way then the other, she starts to twitch the walls of her pussy milking him of all his strength.

Giving into the need he pumps himself into her once, twice more and he's crashing into his orgasm, filling her with his release.

Feeling him pumping himself inside her is all Rose needs to fall completely off the edge of reality. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in a perfect 'O' of satisfaction as every muscle in her body contracts.

Gulping air like they've been running for their lives, they both look up at the same time, identical smiles of sated satisfaction plastered all over their faces. 'So, good dinner?' 'Perfect'

Et, voila'

Wic
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'Every angle, every line' by wiccagal_1996

2006-12-07T19:51:42Z

Evening all.

This plot bunny is solely down to nightbeastand her xmas wishlist.
She asked for a missing scene in which Ten 'chooses' his blue suit. I've completely ignored the presance of Donna because she seemed to ride rough shod over my writing mojo, but apart from that I hope this is what you wanted Lisa.
Happy christmas honey.

Title: Every angle, every line.
Authour: wiccagal_1996.
Rateing: U
Summary: She'd adored it, and that was the problem.
Characters: Ten
Warning: Angst my friends, there was no way I could do this without it. SPOILERS for Doomsday.

Every angle, every line.

One hour.

She's gone

Two hours.

She isn't coming back.

Three hours.

She'll never hear it. Ever.

Four hours.

Bloody idiot!

Five hours.

I miss you.

Five and a half hours and he hasn't moved, not one inch. Stood motionless with nothing but his thoughts for company. Replaying those final two minutes over and over and over. He's been many things, many times. Lord of time, lonely god, lonely angel. The oncoming bloody storm. Up until now he's never been the 'left behind'. He's pushed and cajoled and pissed them off enough to make them leave, but...

Some small, stupid part of him believed her when she'd said forever, believes her still, even now.

With a universe between them you'd think his hearts could at least begin to grasp the concept of forever.

Turning slowly, limbs leaden, hearts heavy he sees himself in the monitor for the first time. It's nothing but a distorted image of a gangly man with unkempt hair and puffy eyes, but it's enough.

He mechanically divests himself of his suit. No real emotion, just a knew and unpleasant knowledge that this once cherished outfit will never again see daylight. It'll end out it's days gathering dust in some forgotten corner of the wardrobe. Another lonely remnant of another abandoned life. It will be in good company.

Naked but for his boxer shorts and socks he pays no attention to the sudden chill in his bones. His feet move of their own accord. Left, right, left, right. Finally he finds himself amongst rails and rails of un-used clothing. Leathers and laces, cords and cottons. Nothing really jumps out, not the way it did at Christmas. He remembers so very clearly the feeling of finding something that seemed to define him. Hard lines and soft colours. The suit had seemed so polite, yet the chucks had given it just a dash of what it needed. Ever the rule breaker, that was him.

She'd adored it, and that was the problem.

Eyes darting from left to right he searches for something that will give an outward impression of what he feels inside but can't seem to articulate. At last his gaze falls upon the blue suit. Trousers not so flared, cuffs cut a little tighter. Sharper lines and harder colours. The inversion of brown with blue to blue with brown is not lost on him.

Fully dressed now and still he feels that chill.

Standing in front of the mirror, swinging from left to right. Every angle, every line. He nods at his reflection once and turns away.

'That will do'

Let me know what ya'll think, especially you Lisa, sweety.
Wic
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'Flying solo'~R~Solo prompt for 50 smutlets.

2006-11-25T15:37:59Z

Title: Flying Solo
Author: wiccagal_1996
Fandom: Doctor Who
Claim: Doctor/Rose
Prompt: #40~Solo over at 50_smutlets
Pairing: Nine/Rose
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,235.
Summary: She really needed to buy her brain a leash.
Warnings: PWP, completely plotless(like me) Un-beta'd, so flay me for any errors. No spoilers, not really set anywhere in the timeline.
My Prompt Table

Flying Solo

As the scolding hot water beat down, Rose willed the days frustrations to just ebb away. Did that bloke have any idea what he did to a girl? Sure, he was 900 years old, sure he could be a little dense sometimes. In fact, she truly believed he was the dumbest genius she'd ever met. Really though, how many times was he going to give her that manic grin, all teeth and tongue, before she actually, physically exploded.

It wasn't as if he was even that good looking, not in that conventional blonde haired blue eyed tanned Adonis way. Although he did have the blue eyes going for him, and damn did he. It usually took about ten minutes of him twinkling at her, in any situation, before she started to think decidedly un world savey thoughts. Since travelling with him she'd developed a really bad case of blue eyed boy syndrome. Didn't seem to matter where they were or who they were supposed to be, she still managed to spot some great looking bloke with smouldering blue eyes that instantly reminded her of the Doctor and that was it, hormone city!

The Doctor was all big ears and crazy energy, severely cropped dark hair and cheekbones you could cut glass on. Okay, so maybe he was good looking. Something about him certainly got her engines revving, but did he have to be so bloody oblivious to it all?

'Stop it, this is not helping' she'd wanted the shower to try and get her mind off the idiotic alien currently cajoling his ageing, cantankerous time machine into setting them down somewhere other than the ice plains of Caleara Major. It wasn't working. Every time she let her mind wander it wandered right back to the way his russet orange jumper stretched across those well defined muscles in his back. All barely restrained strength and agility. What she wouldn't give to see it un-restrained, un-tethered. The way he moved reminded her of a caged animal, a little bit dark a little bit dangerous and a little bit wild.

That was it, she really needed to buy her brain a leash.

The heat in her blood had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature setting of the water. Maybe a cold shower would have been a better idea.

'Fuck it' She could almost feel what those slightly calloused hands would be like gliding over her body. The thought of him losing complete control and taking her against the console, came unbidden into her brain sending a little shiver of appreciation down her spine. She had a feeling he'd be completely ravenous if he ever let his guard down enough to do the things she was imagining right now.

Her fingers, almost of their own volition, started circling her erect nipples. Alternating between soft caresses and sharp pinches. Her insides gave a jolt of anticipation. She was about to get her self off to images of the Doctor. It made her feel naughty but it also made her feel free and wasn't this what she'd really wanted when she'd stepped in the shower? Some way to release all that pent up wanting she'd been bottling up for weeks and weeks.

As she trailed soapy hands up and down her body her mind was transported to a place where she could be as wanton as she needed.

'Strip' Rose stood indecisive. Even in her own daydreams she still couldn't shed those last few inhibitions.

'Doctor?'

'Trust me, dontcha?' Rose nodded once. 'Then strip for me. Please'

Rose reached for the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it. As each inch of skin was revealed to the Doctors hungry gaze she could feel his eyes travelling the length of her exposed body. As she finally pulled the dress all the way off she heard a muttered 'Beautiful'.

The water in the shower was getting cold but it didn't even register, she was too wrapped up in her own little fantasy to care. She was already wet when she started to run her nails lightly along her pussy lips, she could already feel the beginnings of her orgasm starting to build.

Rose was now wearing nothing but black lace bra and knickers. Looking down at herself she felt her face redden. Catching this the Doctor tried to put her at ease, 'So beautiful, wanted you for so long'.

Remembering the Doctors request, Rose reached behind her for the clasp of her bra, noting his smile as she did so. Nothing overly energetic about this one, just a purely satisfied smile. She undid it in a single movement letting it slide down her arms to reveal pale yet supple breasts. Slowly she reached down and hooked her fingers in the waist band of her knickers. Her breath was coming faster now in anticipation of what she felt sure was going to happen. She dragged the knickers off in a single movement and dropped them onto the floor.

'Turn round, lean against the console' Rose hesitated for only a second and then turned around to face the view screen behind her. Suddenly it flickered into life, showing not the alien landscape they'd landed in but the Doctor caressing her firm behind and shapely back with his cobalt blue eyes. A little thrill of excitement shot straight to her core. The Doctor was going to fuck her up against the console and she'd be able to watch.

What seemed like forever passed as the Doctor just stood and stared at her, obviously enjoying the view and getting his fill. She could see him on the monitor in front of her, tipping his head from one side to the other as if he was trying to see her from every possible angle.

When he eventually touched her, a tremor ran through her body that made every one of her muscles tense. It had only been a light touch to her back, rough fingers across smooth skin, but it set her nerves alight. As her imagined Doctor traced random patterns over her back, her own flesh and blood fingers began to work themselves in and out of her grasping pussy. She was trying not to moan, still mindful of the real Doctor working on the TARDIS just down the corridor, but the images her mind was conjuring up made it ever more difficult.

Taking the other hand from the wall where she'd been supporting herself she began to lavish attention upon her clit, switching between light scratches and hard flicks. Her legs began to buckle as she felt electricity surge through her body. Panting and thrusting her hips forward she could feel the edge rushing up to meet her.

'Rose!' She tore her hands away from her body so fast anyone watching would have thought she'd been burned.

'Wh..what?'

'You've been in there nearly an hour, you all right?' Bastard man. Not content with frustrating the hell out of her in real life he had to go and ruin her fantasies aswell.

'Yea, just, I'm just...I'll be out in a minute okay'

'You humans, you'd spend your whole lives primping and preening if ya had the chance wouldn't you!'

'Doctor?' I'll give you primping and preening.

'Yea?'

'Sod off'

'Just hurry up yea, I've managed to get us back into the Vortex, we'll be in Hellibore soon, you wouldn't want me flying solo would you!'

Bastard!

50 Smutlets (Eep)

2006-11-25T10:52:28Z

What have I done boys and girls, what have I done?
I only went and claimed Doctor/Rose & the second prompt table over at 50_smutlets ... I may very well be insane.
On the plus side...SMUT, just means my brain may implode in the near future.

001. Hate	002. Love	003. Begging	004. Sticky	005. Sweet
006. Videotapes	007. Food 'Perfect' The Doctor and Rose attempt dinner, it doesn't quite go according to plan	008. Blood	009. Pain	010. Alcohol
011. Bright	012. Dark	013. Alone	014. Long-Distance	015. Shower
016. Standing	017. Kneeling	018. Swinging	019. Public Place 'No sleep tonight' He could just make out the tops of her dark nylon stockings	020. Drugs
021. Masks	022. Costumes	023. Dance	024. Naked	025. Drugs
026. Twins	027. Airplane	028. Restaurant	029. Body Paint	030. Restraints
031. Vibrator	032. Writing	033. Who	034. What	035. When
036. Where	037. Why	038. Virgin	039. Invisible	040. Solo 'Flying Solo' She really needed to buy her brain a leash!
041. Journal	042. How-To	043. First Time	044. Past	045. Present
046. Future	047. Rushed	048. Good	049. Bad	050. Writer's Choice

Wish me luck (eeeep)

Wic
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Ten/Rose angst mini fic

2006-11-03T19:11:21Z

Hey ho all.

I bring ickle bits of writing.
*Gasp* Yes, she who is known as Wic has comitted fanfiction ;-D I know I don't write often but these two little concepts caught my fancy. Nothing spectacular but still worth a read I think.

Title: Wise beyond
Author: wiccagal_1996
Summary: Wisdom isnt something found through age.
Word count: 156
warning: If you're as soppy as me there may be need for a tissue.

Title: Once remembered
Author: wiccagal_1996
Summary: A little bit of hope.
Word count: 106(I said little ;D)
Rating: Completely U-as in universally sappy.
A/N: The first one is quite angsty there for I've given you something a little more hopeful to finish on.
The last one is a little bastract, just to give you fair warning.
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Wise beyond.

While Rose may be too wise for her years the Doctor is not nearly wise enough for his.

She hopes, even though she knows the truth.
He refuses to hope because he can see nothing but the truth.

She allows the tears that will eventually cleanse.
He forbids them for fear of the peace.

Every morning she wakes from dreams of a knight in slightly grubby blue boxed armour, with a smile on her face.
Every night he refuses sleep and pretends not to miss being her hero.

She holds as many hands as she can, vowing to remember each and every one.
He hasn't held a hand in so long he's forgotten how a simple touch can mean so much.

She wishes him peace and love and a quiet kind of understanding.
He wishes he'd never known such peace and love and that quiet kind of understanding.

She accepts her place in this universe.
He begins to forget his.

Once remembered

When somebody you love is taken away, they leave a little piece of themselves inside you. Buried deep, possibly, no, most probably unseen, unrecognized by the grieving eye. Only time and the peace that comes with having moved on allows you to find that little spark of something not quite your own. Once found it doesnt ignite the fierce hatred of unfairness that you would once have expected. Instead it gives you a sense of warmth and well being, of knowing that you still carry a little of what had you so enthralled in the first place.

Rose Tyler~Defender of the universe....you have no idea.

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2006-09-08T10:11:13Z

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"Look, what I mean to say is" PG Ten/Rose fic by wiccagal_1996

2006-07-31T20:47:05Z

*Waves* Hi all.

Just got bitten by a plot bunny,lol. I know it doesnt happen often but as it did I thought I'd post the resultig fic over here for all to have a gander at :-)

Title: "Look, what I mean to say is"
Author: wiccagal_1996
Rating: PG (For a few swears)
Paring: Ten/Rose
Summary: Where in the Doctor does not tell Rose Tyler he loves her.
A/N: Non angsty little bit of fluff I decided to jot down and give over to the masses. Un-beta'd so any and all mistakes are mine mine mine ;-)

Rose watched the Doctor.

She'd been watching him for nigh on an hour now. Leaning back against a not very comfortable chair in front of a single monitor.

At first she'd not even realised where she was. Having gone on a wander to get away from the Doctor's slamming and banging about under the console. He'd suddenly announced that the TARDIS needed some 'fixing up' which usually meant him thwacking things with a hammer until he got a zap of indignant electricity from his much put upon time machine. He'd then spent half an hour swearing in what she assumed was Gallifreyan. The TARDIS had refused to even contemplate translating any of the profanities. Apparently they were too strong even for her none too delicate disposition, simply plopping the words 'Gosh darn it' and 'Whoops-a-daisy' into her head instead.

Grabbing a quick cup of tea and heading off in the general direction of her room she'd been so busy trying to figure out exactly what he'd been saying she hadn't noticed the path on which her feet had taken her. Coming to an abrupt halt outside a door she'd never seen before.

Stepping into the new room she'd been greeted by the sight of a very dusty slightly musty smelling set of chairs and bank of instruments.

After looking around for ten minutes or so she'd started to recognize the crude implements of a control panel. Familiar in that unfamiliar sort of way. The instruments made no more sense to her here than they did in the other control room. Excepting the fact that they were still tacked together with bits of what appeared to be double sided sticky tape.

This control room, just like the first had a somewhat lived in feel to it. Nothing shiny and new here. She'd found herself automatically stroking the TARDIS's panelling in way of a silent apology for the slight on her design. She really hadn't wanted to offend the old girl, not after the last time when she'd merely mentioned in passing that the hot water in her bathroom could be a little more, well..hot. She'd ended up with nothing but icy cold showers for the next full month.

In retrospect she should have figured that there would be some kind of back up incase of emergency. After all, this was the TARDIS. There wasn't a single thing she did have a contingency plan for. Rose could even recall seeing a butterfly net and some bailing twine stacked neatly in one of the supply cupboards. She was a veritable 'Swiss Army' time machine.

The mental image of an umbrella and corkscrew popping out the top of the TARDIS made her snort and almost spill her tea.

Suddenly everything had come to life, lights had flashed and blinked at her, a buzzing noise had filled her ears and an insistent beeping could be heard somewhere off to her right.

Rose'd thought the commotion was a random welcome from the ship to start with. Until her eyes had drifted to a monitor plonked haphazardly atop the console. Walking forward and flicking it on she'd been greeted with the sight of a very confused looking alien mouthing something to himself. She'd been about to laugh until the sound had crackled into life around her and his slightly hesitant voice filled the air.

"Look, what I mean to say is..No that isn't it. Okay start again shall we? Rose, I've been meaning to say, to tell you that... Nope that's not it either. Bloody hell how hard can it be! Just say it man. She's not even in the sodding room with you. Three little words, come on you've faced Ghengis fucking Kahn for Rassilon's sake and you're afraid of telling one silly little human girl that you love her!"

"Rude git"

She'd give him silly little human girl.

"Wait, did he just say?...oh. OH"

Realization had hit and a slightly predatory and quite smug smile had spread itself upon her lips. Finally. She'd patted one of the levers in front of her and said "Thankyou" and then settled back into one of the chairs.

That'd been a little over an hour ago now and she wasn't sure she wouldn't find track marks in the floor where he'd spent that hour pacing back and fourth back and fourth back and bloody fourth until he'd made her head swim with it.

Every so often a snippet of Gallifreyan text would glide across the bottom of the screen catching her attention and then the Doctor would ruffle his already too messy hair and she'd find herself transfixed once more.

She thought about going to him and putting him out of his misery, saving him the agony of doubt and indecision but he needed to do this. That was just he way the Doctor worked. If she went and told him she'd seen and heard him then he would assume she was either taking pity or the piss.

Perhaps he deserved a little agony anyway. He'd been confusing the hell out of her for a good year or so, maybe it was his turn for a change. Part of her felt sorry for him, seen as she knew exactly how he felt. Not knowing if his feelings were returned and never quite finding the opportune moment to bring it up. Always just about to say something and then bottling it at the last minute.

Yes, she knew exactly how he felt.

The other part of her knew if he didn't work himself round to this, if he didn't pluck up the courage on his own then it would fail before it even began. Whatever they had, whatever they felt for each other he still needed to take charge and be the one to make the first move. That was the kind of man he was, no second chances and no half hearted attempts.

Instead of getting up and going to him like she so wanted to, she snuggled further down into the cushions and waited for her own opportune moment. She didn't need to worry now, after all the TARDIS had made sure of that. She knew he'd eventually tell her what she wanted to hear.

Rose fell into a contented slumber with the welcome sound of the last Time Lord telling thin air...

"Rose Tyler, you're fantastic. I've wanted to tell this for so long. I love you"

"Love you too Doctor"

Let me know what ya'll think.
I know it's twee but I like it *g*
Wic
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Rather important information by wiccagal_1996 PG 13 for swears.

2006-07-15T20:47:49Z

Hi all,

Just a quick fic, my take on 'Doomsday'

Title: Rather important information.
Author: Wiccagal_1996
Summary: If she could just tell him.(I suck at summarys)
Rating: PG for swears.
Word count: 500 exactly..lol
Pairing: Ten/Rose
SPOILERS: Everything is up for grabs.
A/N: This is my take on a few things to do with 'Doomsday' set inbetween

her slipping through the void and the meeting on the beach in Norway. I think there was another reason for her tears behind that wall and on that beach. Read and you'll see.

Rather important information

How do you stop loving someone you never realised you'd fallen for in the first place?

Apparently she'd loved him a very long time. Seven hundred and twenty nine days to be precise. Or so her shattering heart seemed to be telling her. One day, one whole day after taking his hand and running for her life. Twenty four little hours and she'd managed to fall head over heels in love with the Doctor.

So why had her heart not seen fit to communicate this rather important information to her head?

The second, the very second she'd realised how much she loved him was the very second her fingers had started to lose purchase on that lever and she knew, just knew she was never going to see him again. How fucking unfair!

Everything had come crashing down around her ears, her stomach dropped to her boots and she couldn't see straight. In that second she would have brought down an entire civilisation to just have everything set in motion STOP.

To be able to take his face in her hands, look him right in the eye and tell him, tell him he was her always.

But no.

She'd beat her fists against the wall. Punched and kicked and clawed her nails against the stark white wall that separated her from the alien she had managed to fall so in love with that she didn't even realize she'd done it. So intrinsic in her life that she'd completely missed the feelings that were threatening to tip her over the edge.

A deluge of memories had pounded against the backs of her eyelids. The not so subtle looks, the even less subtle touches. The way he would make comment on one thing and actually be talking about something completely different.

That was the rub.

He loved her. She could see it now. Cataloguing everything that had passed, all the ways in which he'd shown her every minute of every day that they'd travelled together.

And she would never be able to tell him that she loved him back. She loved him the whole way back, all the darkness and light, every little bit of him.

WHY..Why hadn't she realised? If only she'd paid more attention then they might've had a chance to really be something. Oh he would never have initiated anything, but if she'd pushed, taken the right steps, then maybe...

Instead she was stuck in this not reality that looked and smelled and sounded like home but wasn't.

Her days moved onward the way they always had before he'd come into her life. Eat, sleep, watch TV and go to work. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary. And that was fine, that was life. She just wished...just wanted to tell him, maybe then she could move on properly, get some sort of a decent life up together, not just this mirror of what living should look like.

And then came the dream.

And then came his voice.

'Rose'....'Rose'

This is just one way in which you could interprate her tears and the reasons why.
Let me know what ya'll think.
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Ummm, yeah...Should I be ashamed,lol

2006-06-18T09:53:36Z

Ive been writing again *FacePalm*

_R_u_s_t_y_: Now wait for it, wait for itttt

LoL
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Drabble generater

2006-06-16T20:37:17Z

Im sorry I had to do it......Drabble generater just made my night,lol. I was a little ruder with mine than some people...not a surprise really.

The Doctor and Rose
by William Shakespeare

Enter The Doctor

Rose appears above at a window

The Doctor:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the screwdriver, and Rose is the Zebra.
Arise, Suckable Zebra, and Suck the Simple Banana.
See, how she leans her Toe upon her Ear!
O, that I were a glove upon that Ear,
That I might touch that Toe!

Rose:
O The Doctor, The Doctor! wherefore art thou The Doctor?
What's in a name? That which we call a Tongue
By any other name would smell as Large
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove Incandescent.

The Doctor:
Lady, by yonder Simple Banana I swear
That tips In a blue box the Iridescent TARDIS--

Rose:
O, swear not by the Banana, the Sexy Banana,
That Sexily changes in its Attractive orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise Attractive.
Sweet, Effulgent night! A thousand times Effulgent night!
Parting is such Throbbing sorrow,
That I shall say Effulgent night till it be morrow.

Exit above

The Doctor:
Sleep dwell upon thy Toe, peace in thy Ear!
Would I were sleep and peace, so Huskily to rest!
Annoyingly will I to my Suckable Tongue's cell,
Its help to Suck, and my Large Tongue to tell.

A Screwdriver In Time

On a Sexy and Large morning, The Doctor sat In a blue box. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His Ear ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Rose to love someone with a Effulgent Toe?

Annoyingly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a Attractive Suckable TARDIS, all on a summer's day. I wish my Rose would Suck me, in her own Incandescent way..."

"Do you?" Rose sat down beside The Doctor and put her hand on The Doctor's Tongue. "I think that could be arranged."

The Doctor gasped Painfully. "But what about my Effulgent Toe?"

"I like it," Rose said Laughably. "I think it's Simple."

They came together and their kiss was Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour.

"I love you," The Doctor said Sexily.

"I love you too," Rose replied and Sucked him.

They bought a Zebra, moved in together, and lived Huskily ever after.

To Laughably Suck

The Doctor and Rose were celebrating a Sexy Valentine's Day together. The Doctor had cooked a Iridescent dinner and they ate In a blue box by candlelight.

"My darling," Rose said, stroking The Doctor's Tongue, "I have something for you." She gave a box to The Doctor. "It is but a Effulgent token of my Simple love."

The Doctor opened the box. Inside was a Large TARDIS! He gazed at it Painfully. Then he gazed at Rose Painfully. "It's Throbbing," The Doctor said. "Come here and let me Suck you."

Just then, a Incandescent crone sprang out of hiding and cackled Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a Suckable voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Rose read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other Sexily as the crone cackled some more. The Doctor's Toe began to tremble. Then Rose shrugged, pulled out a screwdriver, and hit the crone on her Ear. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" The Doctor said and kissed Rose Annoyingly. "This is a Attractive Valentine's Day!"

They Huskily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they Sucked each other all night long.

A Simple Occurrence

The Doctor paced up and down, jiggling his Tongue. His very good friend, Mary Sue Banana, had arranged to meet him here In a blue box. "I have something Iridescent to tell you," she had said.

Mary Sue Banana was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, The Doctor expected to see her bounce up, her Attractive hair streaming behind her and her Large eyes aglow.

The Doctor heard footsteps, but they seemed rather Sexy for a delicate and Effulgent girl like Mary Sue Banana, whose tread was Throbbing. He turned around and found Rose staring at him.

"What are you doing here?" Rose said Sexily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."

The Doctor had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so Laughably. "Mary Sue Banana asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Rose, his Ear began to throb Huskily.

"Oh," Rose said, Annoyingly. "I'll just go then."

"Wait," The Doctor said and caught Rose by her Toe. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yes," Rose said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour.

From behind a screwdriver, Mary Sue Banana watched with a Suckable light in her Incandescent eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "The Doctor/Rose". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the Zebra from extinction.

I'm Dreaming Of A Effulgent Christmas

It was Christmas Eve. The Doctor sat Sexily In a blue box, sipping Iridescent eggnog.

He looked at the Incandescent screwdriver hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Rose had hung it there, just before they looked at each other Huskily and then fell into each other's arms and Sucked each other's Toe.

If only I hadn't been so Sexy, The Doctor thought, pouring a Attractive amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Rose might not have got so Large and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a Simple tear and held his Tongue in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a Throbbing voice lifted Painfully up in song.

I'm dreaming of a Effulgent Christmas

Just Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour

The Doctor ran to the door. It was Rose, looking Suckable all over with snow.

"I missed you Laughably," Rose said. "And I wanted to Suck your Toe again."

The Doctor hugged Rose and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Rose said.

"I think so too," The Doctor said and they Sucked each other's Toe until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Zebra Ear and lived Annoyingly until The Doctor got drunk again.

The Adventure Of The Zebra

The Doctor and Rose were out for a Simple Valentine's walk In a blue box. As they went, Rose rested her hand on The Doctor's Ear. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so Iridescent, The Doctor was filled with Effulgent dread.

"Do you suppose it's Attractive here?" he asked Sexily.

"You Incandescent silly," Rose said, tickling The Doctor with her screwdriver. "It's completely Sexy."

Just then, a Large Zebra leapt out from behind a TARDIS and Sucked Rose in the Toe. "Aaargh!" Rose screamed.

Things looked Throbbing. But The Doctor, although he was Suckable, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a Banana and, Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour, beat the Zebra Annoyingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to Suck innocent people."

Then he clasped Rose close. Rose was bleeding Huskily. "My darling," The Doctor said, and pressed his lips to Rose's Tongue.

"I love you," Rose said Painfully, and expired in The Doctor's arms.

The Doctor never loved again.

A Large Day To Suck

The Doctor stepped Laughably out into the Attractive sunshine, and admired Rose's Toe. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a Throbbing sight."

Rose climbed off the screwdriver and walked Annoyingly across the grass to greet her lover. The Doctor patted Rose on the Tongue and then tried to Suck her Huskily, but without success.

"That's all right," Rose said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not Suckable," The Doctor. "Not as Suckable as the time we Sucked In a blue box."

Rose nodded Painfully. "We were Sexy back in those days."

"Our Ears were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," The Doctor said. "Everything seems Simple and Iridescent when you're young."

"Of course," Rose said. "But now we're Effulgent, we can still have fun. If we go about it Sexily."

"Sexily?" The Doctor said . "But how?"

"With this," Rose said and held out a Incandescent Banana. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to Suck."

The Doctor swallowed the Banana at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to Suck Sexily. They Sucked Like a sonic sex act that explodes at 60 miles per hour. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.

I know they're terrible but thats a part of the reason Im still wetting myself laughing.
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Doctor who research Project fanfic contest

2006-06-12T04:22:55Z

Doctor Who Research Project Fanfic Contest

Author: Wiccagal_1996
Title: What is life for, if not living?
Challenge Element: Grinding against vertical surface.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 10/Rose.
A/N: I'm not too happy with the flow of this, but I've been working on it for what seems like centuries and I id say I'd write somethign for this, sooo.lol Comments are cookies, good, bad or indifferent. ;-) Un-beta'd so go for your life with grammer, lol. I tried, but Im terrible.

He struggled and fought and clawed, ripping at the stinking beasts holding him. Trying anything, everything to get to Rose. He could see her swaying in the breeze, precariously balanced on the edge of an abyss. Bottomless to his eyes. Cragged and jutting rock went down, down, down until nothing but black filled his vision. A great gaping maw in the earth beneath his feet.

They were surrounded, no way out this time. No quick fix or snappy comeback to distract their captors. The harder he fought the tighter they held him.

'He will not disrupt the sacrifice, the girl is to be given in supplication'

His mind raged. The girl. She wasn't the girl she was his girl. His extraordinary, brave, aggravating yet fantastic girl. This was all his fault. He'd been so sure of himself, so bloody cocky. Dragging her out of the TARDIS, no clue when or where they were, telling her that it was 'more fun' that way. Stupid.

His mind played out all the different scenarios. The same way it did every time she managed to get herself captured or in mortal danger. Her falling into his arms after rescue. Him falling into hers. Professions of undying love and faithfulness. Frantic, needy sex upon the control room floor or more languorous love making in his bed, or hers it didn't really matter. The only constant he seemed to have in these situations was that he felt like an arse for not telling her exactly how much he wanted her. But that lasted for all of five minutes once they were safely zipping through the vortex once more.

He told himself that no, she wouldn't want that and he didn't want it either. Love just colours the issue, complicating an already crazy relationship. He told himself that she knew how he felt, she didn't need him to say the words or give into animal instincts. They had a relationship that transcended all that true love bollocks. Except they didn't. Not really. He needed her just like he needed air.

Deep down inside himself he knew that one day he was going to have to let go of her, that was the only reason he didn't act on their electrically charged feelings for each other. He was selfish. He didn't want to be hurt, not that her leaving and him never telling her wouldn't hurt, but he always maintained it would hurt less if she was just his 'friend'. Well wasn't that a load of rubbish.

Exactly how did you tell someone like Rose that you loved them anyway?. It wasn't like he could just go up to her and say 'get your coat love, you've pulled'. She was too special for cheesy chat up lines and seduction techniques. He'd never been very good at all that anyway, let alone with someone who meant everything and more to him.

His attention snapped back to Rose as she took one tiny step towards the sacrificial pit. Renewing his struggles, pushing against his captors he screamed her name. What was she doing? There was no way she would step of the edge of a cliff into nothingness. Except he could tell from her gate that she'd been drugged, fed something to keep her quiet and compliant. Apparently, from what he could gather, the sacrifice had to be made willingly or it was a no go with their god.

These creatures idea's about willingness did not tally with his own. He'd been hauled along as an incentive. A 'jump or lover boy dies' kind of deal. At any other time she'd have been railing against this as much as he, but she didn't have her full mental faculties, she'd been drugged and threatened and now she looked about ready to dive headlong over the edge.

And that terrified him. His little rescue daydreams kicked up a notch. Him throwing his captors off and running for Rose, grabbing her and legging it back to the TARDIS or her turning and throwing a few of them into the pit instead. Freeing him and fleeing, hand in hand back to there little blue box.

He screamed her name again. This time she actually looked at him, and the depth of feeling in her eyes knocked the breath right out of him. He could see her love for him and it burned a path straight to his soul.

'Rose, No'

'I want you safe...My doctor'

Six words and his heart broke. They brought him back to another time, another place, with her sacrificing herself for him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Shaking his head to try and clear his vision he turned pleading, almost desperate eyes on her.

'Don't you dare. Rose do you hear me? Don't you dare'

She just smiled sadly at him and turned away. The resignation etched upon her features made him want to rip his hearts out. They beat out a staccato rhythm against his ribs, each thud thud thud was torture. It pulsed in his head, filling his ears with the rush and roar of the ocean. He couldn't breath and his chest hurt from trying not to brake down. She was going to do something monumentally stupid to save him....again.

The creature twisting his arms back gave a sharp tug that made his eyes water even more but he continued on, determined she wasn't going to do this. Desperately seeking something to stop her stepping off that cliff and away from him forever.

'Please' So small and childlike. So much to convey in six tiny letters.

No answer just a squaring of her shoulders and another small step forward. He felt himself spiralling into blind panic. He was losing all thread of his sanity. If she jumped into that hole he'd be following straight after, because he couldn't do this on his own. His own kind were gone and she was all he had left, that and his magnificent time machine, but without her he had a feeling that he might just wither away.

He needed..he had to...but he couldn't. What if she didn't...and then he...No, he had to!

'Rose!' 'I..' he floundered. How do you fit something so big into something so small. The way he felt, everything in his head and his hearts, it was bigger than words. Bigger than anything he'd had to..but he knew, just knew if he didn't tell her...that this was possibly the only way to get her to listen.

'Don't you leave me, I can't..Rose please, I just..I can't. Not without you. Please. I love you'

'I..Doctor?'

'That's it Rose, come on..You don't really have to do this. They've got you drugged so you'll jump. They can't push you Rose. The sacrifice has to be willing'

All hell broke loose around them. His captors, the Graal went barmy. Shouting and screaming, yelling at Rose, telling her that he'd die if she didn't throw herself off.

Through all the pandemonium she kept eye contact with him, gaze never wavering. The one holding him forced him to his knees, the gravel beneath them a stark contrast to the thump, thump, thump of his hearts and the blood pumping through his veins. His entire body pulsed and convulsed. He was willing her with every thing he had, just willingly her to wake up, come out of it.

He could hear something talking to him, it could have been one of the Graal, he wasn't sure, all he could focus on was Roses face, everything else blurred around him.

The words though, they were breaking through, making sense, and they hurt. He tried to block them out but couldn't.

'Can you see it, Doctor, can you see that light in her eyes fading. The one you hold so dear, its dimming. A few more moments and it will be completely snuffed out. She'll take that final step, a willing sacrifice to our great and noble god'

'No'

Harsh mocking laughter assaulted his ears.

But her light wasn't dimming. Her eyes were becoming clearer, less fogged and confused. That familiar spark was returning. Yes!

'Come on Rose! You can do it'

And there was that grin, the one that drove him wild. Smug and knowing, teeth nipping at the tip of her tongue.

She was back. And he was ready.

Twisting his body, dislocating his shoulder, gritting his teeth against the pain he swept a leg back and under his jailer. Pulling off a rather impressive pivot he managed to spin out from under the things body as it fell with a thunk, hitting the floor hard...the bigger they are..

Dipping and weaving his way through the outraged members of the ritual comity he sprinted towards Rose. He could see her fighting off her own big ugly, ducking away from it and spinning around to try and locate him. Not seeing how close to the edge of the pit she was she stumbled and lost her footing. Her arms windmilled as she tried to regain her footing, scrabbling for some purchase, and then there were sinewy arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her up, bringing her back onto solid ground.

'I've got you, I've got you'

A beat, two..and then they were running, running for their lives, tripping and stumbling. weaving between slightly confused, completely outraged groups of Graal trying to catch a hold of his collar, her shirt. She managed to lose half her top, gained a cut across the top of her cheek. She could feel the blood flowing down her face, pooling on her chin. None of that mattered though. She was awake, she could feel herself coming back to reality. Whatever they'd given her was wearing off and she'd never been so glad to feel all her aches and pains before.

The Doctor slammed into the TARDIS door before her, rummaging around in his pocket for his key. Cursing when he couldn't find it, turning back to see a group of six big burly figures advancing on them. A key appeared in front of his face. Giving Rose a mega watt smile he flicked it in the lock and dragged her indoors, banging the door shut behind them and sagging against it. Running to the controls, typing in co-ordinates and setting them off into the vortex, he finally allowed himself a breath.

Rose's chest heaved, hands on her knees, bent to try and get oxygen into her lungs a little quicker, she looked up at the Doctor and couldn't help the satisfied grin.

Something passed between them, his eyes darkened and her breath hitched in her throat. A split second and she found her self pushed against a support strut. His hands anchored her to the spot. If he hadn't been gripping her hips so hard she felt sure she'd have floated away. He attacked her mouth, hungry and needy. There wasn't an inch of her he didn't want to discover, starting from the lips down. She tasted so good and he felt himself pouring all of his fear and anger into that one kiss.

Grinding against her he pushed a leg in between hers. spinning his hips and eliciting a small, guttural groan from her. He felt himself falling, tumbling into the sensations flowing throughout his body. She fit just right against him, squirming and writhing in pleasure. She clawed at his coat, balling her fists in it and dragging him harder against her. She hooked one leg up around his waist, still trying to get closer but it was never going to be close enough.

Her hands were in his hair, ruffling and mussing, making it look even worse he was sure, but he didn't care. He could feel her, she was there, alive and that was all that mattered.

Finally pulling apart they both tried to catch their breath. Leaning his forehead against hers he took a moment just to really look at her. Take it all in, etch it into his memory. Hair messed up, mouth full and swollen from his kisses, shirt half ripped off, chest heaving. She was a sight to behold, nothing in the universe would ever quite compare to her beauty right at that moment.

She was floating now, really floating. She'd almost jumped to her death not twenty minutes ago and now she was being pinned to a pillar by her Time Lord tour guide. It had been, all in all, a bizarre day. She could almost taste her need for him but she had to ask...had to know.

'Did you mean it?'

'Mean what? oh, you heard that, but I thought..oh well, umm, of cou..no that's not right umm..'

'Doctor'

Swallowing down that little jolt of fear that made him question whether or not he really should be doing this he nodded to himself and answered her.

'Yes, I meant it. Every word'

'Good'

'Good?'

'Yea, good, cos I love you too'

Stepping away and wiggling his fingers at her in silent invitation he couldn't help the lop sided grin. This was going to be an adventure, one he would enjoy while he could. After all, what was life for if not living?

Hope you all enjy.
x

'Bloody alien' By wiccagal_1996 9/Rose PG

2006-05-31T20:03:56Z

Hi all,

Okay, so I wrote a version of this last year and stuck it on ff.net. I just decided I was neglecting my poor little number nine. So I thought Id give this one hell of an overhaul and post it here.

And no, Im not gonna tell ya'll my user name over at ff.net, all the stuff posted there is truly hidious. I will be re-working alot of it though, so you'll prolly see it popping up over the next few weeks.

Okay, here goes...

title: Bloody Alien.
Author: wiccagal_1996
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,798
Pairing: 9/Rose
Summary: He can be so bloody stubborn.
Spoiler: Not really, first season.
A/N: I couldnt decide whether to go with angst, humour, so I thought Id just give it a shot. For shits and giggles ya know,lol.
Comments are cookies.
Let me know what you think, oh and captain jack makes a brief appearence. yay. P.s NO smut, I do smut once in a blue moon, so Im afraid there is none to be had here.Sorry,lol.

Watching, always watching and it was driving her crazy, insane, loopy-bloody-loo!

Every time she turned around she could feel his eyes on her. If he was so interested in her why didn't he act? They'd danced, held hands but apart from that.....nothing. Pins and needles shot from head to toe every time he caressed her with his stormy blue eyes.

It didn't help that she was so far past the point of horny. All the 'will he, wont he' too-ing and fro-ing was doing nothing for her libido. No wait, scratch that, it was doing everything for her libido. The merest hint of his breath against her cheek had begun to send her off into all sorts of sordid fantasies and it was becoming unbearable.

Jack was more hands on. He didn't just hold her hand or dance, he seemed to constantly be in contact with some part of her body. The skin to skin action with such a fine specimen should have had her panting into her pillow at night, but no. Typical. Jack just didn't give her that good old fashioned low down tickle. Shame really, such a shame.

They had a good thing going on, better with three. So it was probably a good thing she didn't want to jump the captain. Something told her he wouldn't have put up too much of a fight anyway, and then where would she be? Too confusing.

He'd gotten himself so worked up over Jack when they'd first met, jealous didn't even cover it. Baiting her with the possibilities of dating and dancing and then backing off a hundred miles an hour. Only to make a show of the other time traveller by actually dancing with her, and that was another thing why did he keep warding off potential suitors if he wasn't the least little bit interested. She'd stake her life on the fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She knew the Doc would never act on it, knew she had no hope of absolution. As far as he was concerned they were companions, end of. It wasn't bloody well fair. He had big ears, a huge conk and a snooty ' I'm an alien and you're an ape' attitude and still he was sexy as hell.

What a waste!

Thing was, the physical stuff paled in comparison to the fact that he knew her. Really and truly knew her. They finished each others sentences, communicated without words, sensed each others moods. She'd once told Mickey that he wasn't her boyfriend he was 'better than that'. Right about now she really wished he wasn't. Wished he'd get over it already, whatever cosmically daft reason he was coming up with for not asking her to 'dance' it was really beginning to piss her off.

The very alien she'd just spent ten minutes pondering wandered nonchalantly into the control room. He didn't seem to notice her at first, heading straight for the controls.

****

In the middle of yanking and pounding about eight different buttons and levers, he suddenly noticed her sitting there. Teeth worrying at her bottom lip, a look of dazed contemplation firmly set about her features.

'You ok?'

'Yeah, just thinking'

'Contemplating your navel again huh?'

'Yea, wait, no...what?'

He chuckled lightly. Teasing Rose had never gotten old. Not when he'd asked her how she felt about a completely naturalist planet and not when she'd wondered aloud about the anatomy of a Time Lord. The small pink haze staining her cheeks had been completely worth the 2 days of scathing looks he'd received after the Theta Phy incident.

She seemed pensive though and that could get old, fast. He didn't like seeing her down.

She was such a sunny person, always hungry for their next adventure, soaking up every ounce of knowledge he threw her way. She was feisty and ferocious and yet she could be so giving and kind. Not once had she quailed when faced with his anger or darkness. She stood by him, with him and most of all up to him. If she disagreed with your methods or opinions then you knew about it. The way she'd stood her ground over Gwyneth and the Gelf, such intensity, her eyes had flashed at him, daring him to try and justify what she knew, he knew was a very bad idea. He'd gone ahead and blundered in heedless of her warnings, didn't mean he hadn't taken them on board. She constantly surprised him and he couldn't wait to see what else she'd spring on him. It was all a part of the package, everything that made up Rose and he wouldn't change a bit of it.

The thing was, he didn't just admire her stubbornness or her intelligence, it was fast becoming apparent that he was physically attracted to her too. Which was a problem. He was an alien. He didn't tend to mix well with others. He had no clue how to communicate on that level. It was all very well and good thinking someone was cute, but how did you actually tell them that without making a complete prat of yourself.

He wasn't even sure he should be telling her anyway, she was 19, far too young for a cantankerous old codger like him. But she made him feel alive again, full of energy. Was that so bad? Just because he was thinking with his hearts instead of his head for change, didn't mean he'd ending up throwing logic completely out the window. He didn't know what it was about this fragile human girl but she seemed to bring out the good in him. Well actually she seemed to bring out the mischievous in him, but hey, even millennia aged aliens get the urge to piss about occasionally.

Yet he still hadn't broached the unspoken subject with her. He knew she could feel it too, and that meant if he didn't do something about it soon she'd either box his ears for him or walk straight out of his life. He didn't want that, didn't think he could handle that. She knew him better than anyone. She'd seen him through darkness and brought him out the other side. He was learning to live again and it was all thanks to her. He couldn't even comprehend what this must be like for her. He thought 'Watching Bambi learn to walk' was a pretty good analogy.

***

There he was, watching her again. She could tell he was concerned about her mood, wanted to ask her what was really wrong. She couldn't bring herself to really care, not when he'd been driving her so mad with his constant un-acting vigilance. About time she confused the hell out of him.

Just as she was considering getting up and skulking away to her room to brood a little more, he was in front of her. Hitching his jeans up and crouching down so they were eye level he twitched an eyebrow and asked again?

'You ok? and don't give me any of that just thinking bollocks. What's up?'

'You'

'Me?'

'Yeah, you, you bloody alien'

'What about me? and I am not a bloody alien. wonderful, brilliant, amazing, fantastic, all words Id use to describe me, but not bloody'

Raking both hands violently through her hair and exhaling huffily she levelled her most scathing look on him.

'You're a stubborn git. Your a wonderful, brilliant, amazing fantastic bloody stubborn alien git'

'And don't you just love it?'

'Right fine, if you're gonna be a prat then I'm not sticking around to listen to it. You cant be arsed to take me seriously, I can't be arsed to even bother'

And with that she pushed away from the wall and straight past him. Knocking him on his rather fine backside as she went.

****

Shit, now he'd gone and done it.

You couldn't just sit and listen you had to try and get smart with her. Idiot.

Recovering himself quickly he shot to his feet and legged it after her. He'd known this was going to happen. He couldn't just admit he fancied her, nooo, that would have been too easy he had to take the rockier far more scenic route. Priceless.

Boy could she motor, he just barely made it to her room before she slammed the door. Sticking his hand out to catch it before it closed he managed to catch all five of his stubby little digits in between door and frame. Truly priceless. Double shit.

'Rose, wait, I'm sor...'

'Piss off'

'Seriously, I'm sorry, I was only teasing, you know me. My feet like to live in my mouth'

'Psshhh, You don't say'

Glaring at him and trying not to laugh, Rose spun round on the spot scrubbing at her face and pulling at her hair. He was so bloody frustrating. Where was that lovably lecherous captain when you needed him. Probably raiding the fridge, that man did love his food. He'd understand and he might even be able to knock some sense into this silly bloody bloke.

'I'm done waiting around yea!'

'Waiting around, what d'ya mean?'

'For you, waiting around for you! I know your an alien, I understand you've got the emotional depth and understanding of a coffee table, but I also know you can feel whatever the hell this is between us. So I say again, I'm done waiting. Either step up or back off. Stop eyeing every other bloke that comes near me with the 'death of a thousand suns' stare if you aren't gonna do anything about it'

He stood, mouth agape, eyes practically popping out of their sockets. Arms hanging limply at his sides. Well hell, she'd said it. By god she'd actually come out and said it. What else could he do, really...

Sliding into action, closing the gap between them he leaned in and planted the wettest smacker of all time on her lips. Hushing the seemingly un-ending babble with a well placed tongue to lip maneuver. It took a her a few seconds to fully grasp the situation. Tongue, Doctor tongue, OH Doctor tongue. Finally.

Both fighting for the upper hand, alternating between nipping and sucking and nibbling. Hands every where, in her hair, under his shirt. So busy were they that neither heard the cough coming form the doorway to Roses room. Nor did they hear the door clicking discreetly shut behind them.

As Jack wandered off, chomping on an apple, holding a glass of coke he couldn't help the snigger that escaped him. It'd taken, what? 3 weeks, five days and two hours since he'd stepped onto the TARDIS for them to finally give in and get jiggy.

'Bout bloody time'

He owed himself five quid.

Sequel to 'very tired time lord' by wiccagal_1996 NC-17

2006-05-30T19:20:04Z

Hi all,

So I know I said I was going to do this as part of the DWRP butttt I wrote it and I couldnt resist posting it, so Im gonna have to write something else for that, Rassilon help me, lol.
I don't write smut so this is a big leap for me, if its rubbish just let me know, but here goes...

Title: Further than we've ever gone before
Author: wiccagal_1996
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Word Count: 2,927 (bloody long for me)
Spoilers for: not really.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were they'd be having lots more bondage fun than they are(although I reckon we all know what goes on after the TARDIS door is shut *wink*)
Summary: Sequel to 'Very tired Time Lord'. He gets his backside in gear and does something about it.

Sorry about the screwy formatting..it hates me.

'Further than we've ever gone before'

****

Imbecile

It'd seemed simple enough.

Prat

How had he managed to bugger it up so royally?

Wanker

It wasn't like it was a bad plan-per-say. Misguided might've been a better word, although right now he was willing to go with down right fucking idiotic.

What a twat !

****

They were on Tehra mae, which was essentially a pleasure planet. Obviously it wasn't called that in all the brochures, polite alien society didn't like the idea of flaunting a place that offered 24 hour sun, sand, sea and sex. Instead it was cleverly disguised as a vacation spot with beautiful beaches and toe curling cocktails, frequented by most every species.

Not usually the place you'd find a nine hundred and something Time Lord, but you see, he'd had a plan. Didn't say it was a good plan, but it was a plan.

The majority of his creative incarnations worked, all be it slowly and not necessarily in the order to which they had originally been lain down, but still....they worked. So some of them went a bit haywire and were a little risky (okay a lot, ALOT risky ) but they still managed to get him where he was going even if it meant becoming a tad rumpled on the way. If he were to be completely honest usually singed and reeking of smoke but still....

Having this particular plan fall flat on its face did tend to sting just a bit. Male ego aside (Time Lords don't have ego's, male or otherwise) he was running the risk of losing the one person he'd been trying to bring closer.

He was in love.

Boneachinglytoecurlinglystomachchurninglyheartbreakingly in love.

With Rose Tyler.

His companion.

His best friend.

His everything.

And there in lay the problem. It'd taken him so damn long to figure out it was okay to be in love with her that it looked like she'd given up waiting. Oh the irony. He'd always hoped that she would just give up, but that was before. Before he'd realised what a complete and utter nob he'd been being about the whole thing.

Somewhere deep inside, all of his previous incarnations seemed to bristle at the use of the word nob, all that was, but one. In the back of his mind he could just make out version 9 lounging against a door frame, arms crossed, shoulders hunched, rolling his eyes and nodding really rather vigorously. Yep, nob it was then.

How else could he explain it. He'd obviously been totally out to lunch the day he'd come up with this one. He'd only brought her here so he could try and get over his own inhibitions. A few drinks, a bit of sun and some time to relax and work up the balls to say something to her.

He hadn't really thought it through though, because obviously and quite rightly, Rose seemed to be centre of attention as far as the rest of the male population of this bloody planet were concerned. 'Pretty young thing' as he'd overheard one leering ...Can't brake his nose, must not brake his nose... bloke say, didn't really cover it.

She was...beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, sexy as all hell.

Mine

He could see her there, splashing around in the surf with the bipedal equivalent of a cockroach. Outlined by the setting sun. There was an almost ethereal quality to her. He found himself sighing, actually sighing into his drink. What had this girl woman done to him? She'd managed to turn a very old alien into a babbling lovesick teenager. Rassilon help him. He was going to spend the remainder of his days with her, spouting poetry and bringing her candy hearts every weekend. The very thought made him cringe.

The thing was, if he didn't do something drastic then he wouldn't get the chance. She'd been cavorting with that stupid human boy for over three hours. Leaving him to sit on the beach and seethe. So far they'd only been playing about in the water, but every so often he could see the other man go to touch her a little too intimately and it made his blood positively boil. He had to stop himself getting up and dragging him from the surf by his too long hair.

Then there were the truly primal urges towards Rose he'd been suppressing for the last three.bloody.hours! He was gripping his glass so tightly he was surprised it hadn't shattered. She looked like she'd been shagged backwards, forwards and sideways. Hair all wet and clinging, water droplets slinking their way down her alabaster skin, disappearing underneath her, in his opinion, far too small bikini top. A bikini top that barely covered her ample breast, a breast that kept heaving and bustling as she laughed and jumped around.

Did she have any idea what this was doing to him? The trousers of his usually quite comfortable pin stripe suit were painfully tight. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk for at least a week, so much blood had started to flow south he'd gone a little light headed, even with his frankly stunning binary vascular system. That, coupled with the eight banana daiquiri's he'd downed meant he was pretty sure walking was going to become an issue at some point anyway.

He wasn't drunk (Yep, that's right, Time Lord's don't get drunk) he was jazzed, buzzing, oh okay, he was pissed, just pissed enough to go and grab Rose and start trailing his tongue alon.... see that isn't helping is it! It wasn't going to take much, every time that greasy little oik grazed his finger tips across Roses skin he wanted to go and show her exactly what a real man could do with his fingers, and if he spotted him kiting a look down her top once more someone was gonna have to drag him off the bloke kicking and screaming. Not exactly the stoic way of a Time Lord, but hell this was his woman, what was he supposed to do, just sit there and take it?

I don't think so!

****

'Doctor'

Rose, Rose covered in maple syrup, Rose covered in Maple syrup and me!

'Doctor!'

'Wha..oh, Rose, hi, didn't see you there'

'Yea, I noticed. You look about ready to throttle someone, you okay?'

Staring over her shoulder to the lanky streak of piss leering at her arse, he ground his teeth and attempted to cover his oh so obvious arousal and just managed to rasp out a response.

'I'm fine. Look, I think it's time we were going yea?'

He didn't fool her, she could see the barely contained fire blazing behind his eyes. The sneer he couldn't quite disguise every time he looked at her new friend. He was jealous, well hell, good. Not that she thought anything would come of it, it never did, but it was about bloody time. She'd been throwing him enough signals for Christ's sake.

She knew the drill. He didn't get involved, it hurt too much, blahBlahBLAH! She knew it wasn't going to last forever, she wasn't stupid, but he could at least give them a chance. She knew he could feel the heat they radiated. They didn't even have to be touching, he could be half way across a room and she'd be able to feel the spark that jolted up her spine whenever he was close. It was that smirk, the one that felt like it fused her spine every time he turned it on her. It held so much promise, promise he never seemed to follow through on. His 'I can't have you but neither can anyone else' attitude was starting to really grate.

So, she'd decided to have a little fun, play in the sea like she was twelve, and if it opened his eyes a little bit then so be it. Served the stubborn git right.

'All right let me just say good bye to Eric'

She saw his eyes darken and his lips purse as if to protest.

'Right, fine, just hurry up'

Suppressing a small purely female smile she waited for the Doctor to turn and walk away before looking to the man in front of her.

'Thanks'

'Your welcome sweety, you were right about one thing, he's quite edible isn't he'

'Oh yea, go perfect with strawberries and chocolate sauce'

'Well, at least you seem to have gotten some sort of reaction out of him, he can't be all about the platonic'

'We'll see. It was lovely to meet you Eric, thanks for your help'

'You too, and no problem, anything for the love lorn, plus he does kinda have that whole smouldering sex bunny thing going on doesn't he? Does he pout often? don't know how you staved off snogging him senseless for so long'

Laughing softly to herself Rose leant up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then turned back to where she knew the Doctor would be waiting. Except, he wasn't. All she could see was the familiar outline of the TARDIS just behind the closest sand mound. Figuring he must have wandered back in a huff she decided to take a leisurely stroll back, make him stew a little longer.

Laying her hand on the door of the TARDIS and pushing gently it yielded beneath her touch. Well at least he'd gotten back and hadn't stumbled into some sort of trouble. It was amazing where and when that man/alien could walk into a situation.

Contemplating the Doctors own jeopardy friendly approach to things she was taken off guard when two strong hands gripped her around the waist and bodily dragged her into the control room.

'Doctor what are you do....'

Not giving her a chance to finish or himself a chance to chicken out he slammed his lips down onto hers. Hungry and demanding, he was probably hurting her but at this point he didn't care. He was so full of pent up frustration he just needed to feel her, her lips, her tongue, her skin, everything. He was drowning in Rose Tyler. Breathing was overrated anyway. Judging by the tiny whimpering sounds issuing from her, she wasn't at all bothered by the roughness. Her hands came up to embed themselves in his hair, gripping almost viciously, letting her nails bite into his scalp. Kissing him back with such ferocity he thought he might faint.

The predatory need to claim her didn't abate with the kiss, he needed more, had to have more, now. Sliding his hands from her waist to her thighs he dug his fingers in and lifted. She automatically opened up for him, wrapping her legs around his hips and grinding down into his bulging erection. Simultaneously settling her to his hips and moving backwards he slammed her against the wall. He was revelling in the feeling of her pressed against him, when she started to slowly, deliberately rotate her hips creating a building, buzzing feeling that went from the backs of his eyes right down to his toes, across every inch of his skin. He felt his eyes roll back and legs almost give out. Arching her back and pressing further down onto him she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her still Doctor covered lips.

Dragging his mouth from hers he looked into the shamelessly smug gaze of one thoroughly snogged Rose Tyler. The urge to beat his chest and crow at the top of his lungs took him by surprise, it was such a human reaction, but, he reasoned this was Rose and she had a way of bringing out the best in him, even on the more primordial level.

Taking a second to slow down a little he locked his eyes with hers. She must have read the question in them because she gave a slight nod of the head and what he could only describe as an utterly fluid smile.

Tipping himself forward, angling their bodies to a position he knew would drive her crazy he nipped at her open lips, alternating between nibbling and sucking on one and then the other before raking his teeth across the already sensitive and flushed skin of her neck. Tiny whimpering noises could be heard from above and he allowed himself to smile smugly against her skin, inhaling every last bit of her scent.

Lapping at her flesh, delighting in the almost inaudible sounds escaping her he trailed his tongue along the curve of first one breast and then the other. Taking his time, savouring the taste that was wholly Rose. The problem was she didn't seem to want to take things slowly. Yanking his tie undone and ripping it from the collar of his shirt before throwing it over his shoulder and going to work on his shirt. Trying but failing to undo the buttons, she gave in and just wrenched it open exposing his pale skin to her hungry gaze.

He wanted to take his time, show her how important she was, not just as a quick fuck but as a part of his hearts, to worship her body the way he'd wanted to for so long, and he'd been holding up just fine until she sank her teeth into the skin of his shoulder and sucked-hard, marking him as hers.

A rising beast seemed to roar in his chest, flinging his head back and growling low, warningly giving her a chance to understand just what she was unleashing. Pulling her mouth away from his flesh he gripped her chin in one hand and reached between their bodies with the other. Slipping a single finger under the line of her bikini bottoms, grazing not quite the place she desperately needed him to be, sending a shiver of pure hot lust straight to her belly, where it began to pool and swirl making her ache for him to be inside. Giving a small but no less feral growl of her own, she made to try and touch him, scraping ragged nails across already heated flesh.

Shaking his head slightly he locked gazes with her, pulling at the zipper of his trousers and releasing his nearly painful erection. Never losing eye contact he slid the side of her bottoms away, adjusting her to a slightly different position. Smiling wolfishly he positioned himself at her opening. Dragging the tip of his head against her hot folds, watching with a simple male pride as her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned long and low.

Angling her head back towards him she opened her eyes and watched with fascination as he slid inside her. He stilled a moment, leaning forward to rest his lips against her ear he said the words she'd been wanting to hear for what seemed like ever.

'I love you'

She felt him filling her, stretching her. Her entire body rippled with it, like throwing a pebble in a lake, the vibrations from his ragged breathing and the sensation of him inside her would be forever imprinted on her psyche, sensory memory would constantly be on overload, whenever he took her hand, touched her face, held her in his arms she would always physically remember the moment that they became lovers.

Making sure to keep eye contact with her, the Doctor laid one hand on her hip, the other on the wall next to her head and started to move. Slow sure strokes, pulling himself almost all the way out of her grasping body until just the barest amount of him was nestled inside and then surging forwards again to completely sheath himself inside her welcoming warmth. He'd never seen anything as beautiful as this, Rose all flushed and sweaty, quivering under his ministrations, surrendering herself to his touch and the sensations they created.

A couple of beats and she was right there with him, matching him move for move, bringing him along with her, never letting him lag behind. building, always building, pressure bubbled away at the base of her spine, a slow but unmistakable tingling that marked the start of her release. Determined to bring him with her she angled her body just so, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and growl so feral from him it almost made her implode with wildness of it.

Speeding up, uncontrollably so, his body seemed to have an agenda of its own. This felt so fucking fantastic. Why hadn't they done this before, oh yea because you're an idiot. Her movements became jerky against him, erratic, wanting. Letting go completely he slammed into her, grunting with each thrust. As she contracted around him, shouting his name, an explosion of colour went off behind his eyelids. Following not a second after her he free fell into his own climax.

Trying to catch his breath the Doctor ran the tip of his nose across her cheek and finally rested his forehead against hers whispering something she almost didn't catch, and making her heart swell and melt all at once.

'Thankyou'

Setting her down on shaking legs, his fingers fluttered upon her cheek, drawing her attention to him. Eyes smouldering with a possessiveness she could only wonder at, he leant forward, kissing her softly. He needed her to know, she had to understand just how much she'd managed to work her way into his head, hearts, soul.

'Mine'

Just one word, one word was her total undoing. Would continue to be until the day they parted, however that may be. But until then....

'Always'

Hope ya'll like.
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'One very tired Time Lord' 10/Rose By wiccagal_1996

2006-05-28T01:17:14Z

Title: One very tired Time Lord
Author: wiccagal_1996
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they'd be having romping adventures in bondage fun if I did. ;-)
Pairing: 10/Rose
Word Count: 1,326
Rating: PG - Bit of angst bit of fluff.
Summary: Twisted idea of his true north.
Spoilers: Not too many, some for first season and one very blatent one for School Reunion 2nd season, but vaguely for everything else.
Author's Note: I don't write often, I'm entirely too much of a scaredy cat to post what I do, but occasionally something will sneak through to you guys so here is my second and probably last offering for a while. Un-beta'd so any and all mistakes are mine mine mine. Comments are teh love, good bad or indifferent,lol.

EDIT: Excuse crappy formatting, this thing hates me...argh

Nine hundred years.

Legs crossed at the ankle, Allstars propped upon the control panel.

Ten Different faces.

Book in hand, glasses perched at the very tip of his nose.

Thirty truly amazing companions

Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, tie hanging loose about his neck.

One very tired Time Lord

****

'Just five minutes Rose, I just want five minutes of peace and quiet. Even a Time Lord needs to recharge his batteries'

Liar!

And so she'd left him to it. Gracing him with a gentle and all too knowing smile. Clever girl that one, didn't miss a trick.

He knew that she knew he wasn't really reading the Dickens propped against his knees. He also knew that she would not pry, would not ask why or if he was okay. Just drift away towards her room and wait for him to come to her. Bounding in with another destination already mapped out. Another great adventure to undertake.

He really did love that girl.
And it scared the living shit out of him.

She knew him in a way he couldn't even know himself.

If he was tired she told him that she needed to sleep.
If he was hungry she asked him to make her a spot of toast.
If he was hurting she would open her arms and ask him for a little comfort.
Never one to probe or poke about in his feelings, never asking what he wanted, already knowing what he needed.That was Rose.

She was a source of such great joy and such great sorrow.

He was nine hundred and change, had two hearts and a brain so full of knowledge that sometimes he feared it might burst. He was an alien. And yet he'd never felt so human in all his life.

He measured everything in pockets of time. In those nine centuries he had seen stars born and galaxies die, civilisations rise up and his own kind disappear. Never staying in one place or sticking around after the fact. He was more like Jack than he liked to admit. Every day seemed to be 'volcano day'.

Yet from the minute he'd taken Rose Tyler's hand in that basement he'd wanted to stop the flow of time, allow himself these few precious moments to watch her grow, enjoy her change into the woman he could see flourishing behind those crystalline eyes.

He'd never really put much stock in emotions, always bottling them up or locking them away. He'd lived too long and seen too much to allow himself to feel every passing, mourn every ending. Maybe that was why he could practically taste his love for this one. It had become a physical being, something he could almost reach out and touch. When she walked into a room he could sense her, not just in the

' I'm an all knowing all seeing lord of time '

way, but right deep down in his gut. A gentle tug from just behind his navel, an internal awareness, his blood flowed that little bit faster when she was around.

A twisted idea of his true north.

He'd always been two steps ahead of every one else, there wasn't a being in the universe that could out smart him but five minutes in Rose Tyler's presence left him flailing, he'd come to understand just how a 15 year old boy felt when asking his first crush out for chips. The truly human way in which his body reacted to her left him completely at a loss. His palms would sweat, his hearts raced and he could never quite catch his breath. It was baffling, baffling and bloody frightening.

He found himself flirting, actually flirting, he'd not done that before, not with any companion. Oh he'd kissed Grace, because he'd felt it was the right thing to do, she seemed to expect it and who was he to complain. After all he hadn't been sticking around long enough to worry about the consequences.

He had loved Sarah-Jane, but he'd let her go, pushed her away in fact, because he'd known what would have happened if they'd travelled down that road. He couldn't offer Sarah any kind of life then and he couldn't offer one to Rose now and still he held on. Stubbornly clinging to this pretty little human child. She wasn't a child anymore though, far from it, she'd changed and adapted from the second she'd come into his life, taking the little that he had to give and doing the best with it that she could.

He'd even told her, practically spelling it out for her. Hoping she would make the decision he knew he could not, the decision to walk away before they both got burned.

'I don't age, I regenerate, but humans decay. You wither and you die'
'Imagine watching that happen to someone that you....'
'You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you'

But it had hurt, oh it had hurt. He'd wanted to take her in his arms and make promises he knew he couldn't ever keep. The look in those beautiful brown eyes had almost broken him, such sadness and yet still so much love. How could one tiny human heart hold so much without shattering, she had such a capacity to love and it made him want to weep.

But that was Rose, she loved without reserve, she gave herself completely to him even though he barely offered her crumbs, scraps from his table, he'd let her in so far and then shut the door.

Perhaps...

She'd held the key to his heart for so long, perhaps it was time to let her use it.

She already owned him, he'd be hers for the rest of his 13 lives, regardless of the others that would inevitably walk the TARDIS's corridors. He was tired, so very tired of telling himself it couldn't or shouldn't be. She would age and she would die, she may even leave him, but for a few moments in time she would be his.

Would it hurt any less if he didn't tell her how he burned for her?. How he couldn't get through a day without imagining her beside him, beneath him, surrounding him.

He was a Time Lord, the last Time Lord and yet he could not stop time passing him by. Instead of allowing this precious gift to slip through his fingers maybe he should let it be just that...a gift. So few people really got the chance to love with all their being, perhaps he should be allowed this one chance.

His hearts feeling lighter than they had in weeks, he closed his book and stood. Running long fingers through already unruly hair, he set off towards Rose's room.

****

She looked up from her magazine to find a smiling Doctor drumming his fingers almost impatiently on her door.

Something seemed changed, almost as though he'd come to some wonderful conclusion, solved an unsolvable equation or done something truly outstanding. He had that smug look on his face, the one that made her want to smack him up back of the head and kiss him all at once. Such a cheeky grin this one, quite adorable. Not that she'd ever tell him that, he'd never let her live it down.

'So, you had enough of the peace an' quiet then Doctor?'
'Oh yes, definitely had enough quiet, time for a bit of noise don't you think'

She couldn't help but grin at that, he was always so enthusiastic, dragging her from place to place with a childlike glee. He had such a unique energy to him, it was so very infectious.

'So, where we going this time then?'

Eyes sparkling with warmth and something she couldn't quite put her finger on, he held her gaze and smiled a slow soft smile.

'Further then we've ever gone before'

Oncoming storm my foot by moi

2006-05-17T22:45:02Z

Title: Oncoming Storm my foot!
Characters/Pairings: The Doctor (Tenth), Rose
Spoilers: The Girl in the Fireplace, all first series.
Length: 450 words
Rating: R for language,lol.
Summary: Roses thoughts through the banana dackerie scene.
A/N: I was just sitting, minding my own business watching TGiF for the thousandth time and this came popping into my head. I just had to write it, if you don't find it funny, or well readable ;-) then thats fine I just thought Id amuse myself.lol.
Comments are good, con-crit is always welcome. ANY and ALL mistakes are mine, un-beta'd so go for your life on the old grammatical faux pa's

Rose Tyler had seen an awful lot of things.

Galaxies and novas, aliens and monsters, monks in orange robes and a talking trampoline. A myriad of different time periods accompanied by a plethora of questionable fashion phases which were definitely best left forgotten.

Beehives and Winklepickers were not something she wished to ever try for herself, that was for damn sure.

She'd seen the very beginnings of time and had been privy to, instrumental in, the end of a war that had raged throughout it.

So...yea, she'd seen a lot. A hell of a lot for someone of her age and species. The phrase 'Stupid ape' sweeping through her head was only a testament to the fact that she had been spending far too much time listening to her alien companion ranting and raving.

She may have witnessed a large amount of things that by all rights shouldn't even have been plausible, let alone possible.

She thought she'd seen it all, and yet.....

' Ohhh look at what the cat dragged in. The oncoming storm! '

The topper, the absolute clincher, the sight to end all sights and the proverbial icing on the metaphorical cake had to be.... a Pissed as a fart!Stewed as a newt!Drunk as a slightly maniacal skunk, 900 year old Time Lord stumbling around with a bloody tie on his bloody head rambling about bloody banana daiquiri's.

Bloody hell

Yea, so he could be a little idiotic at times and down right rude for most of it, but she had still felt a bit of the good old fashioned traditional awe that came with travelling alongside a millennia aged alien in a big blue box.

That was up until he'd come fumbling into the control room singing 'I could've danced all night' with those daft sunglasses perched precariously on his nose.

Where in the hell did you get sodding sunglasses from in 18th century France any way?

Not only was he singing, not only was he dancing, but he was completely ignoring the fact that his two companions were manacled to chairs with nasty, glinty, spinney blades shoved in their faces. He wasn't just ignoring it, he was bloody well insulting the sodding things holding them hostage.

'You're Mister thickthickthickettythickthickfacefromthicktown...Thickania....and sooo's ya dad'

Wonderful
Oncoming storm, my ruddy left foot!

He'd been called a great many things in his time. Half of which Rose couldn't even pronounce, some of which scared the hell out of her, but for the first time in their travels she had come up with a much better, far more appropriate and rather eloquent name for him. One which she was absolutely-without-a-doubt sure that Mickey would whole heart-dly agree on.....

'Fucking twat'