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muneca_bravaTitle: Shaving Habits
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I also do not have a beta, so be free to mention any mistakes you spot.
A/N: After last night's episode, I needed something fluffy. So I... wrote something fluffy. No spoilers at all. Set sometime during S2.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 570
Summary: Inspired by this post in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
doctor_rose_fix, The Doctor cuts himself shaving.
Rose was lying on her bed, listening to music coming from the speakers hidden in the wall, when she heard a scream coming from further down the ship. A very loud scream. Loud enough to reach her through the drums that were booming through her room.
Prepared by all the battles, invasions and general alien menace she had encountered in recent history, she jumped upright and turned the music off, ready to face whatever was coming.
But she was in the Tardis. In the middle of the vortex. With no-one else on board. Well, no-one but… Ah, right.
She smiled to herself and left the room, walking the well-known way towards The Doctor’s preferred bathroom.
She leaned in the doorway and observed the exact sight she had been expecting: The Doctor, in his shirt (but without a tie), face half-covered in shaving cream.
“Cut yourself again?” She asked, smiling innocently at him.
Her voice startled him enough to nick himself, a small drop of blood welling up on the side of his chin. She could see him suppressing a squeal.
He also seemed to be suppressing a ‘Time Lords do not cut themselves shaving, Rose’ –speech, apparently realizing such an utterance would be made slightly invalid by the blood dripping down his chin.
She stepped into the bathroom and wiped the drop off with her thumb before it could fall on his shirt.
“I thought we were under attack for a minute there”, she teased.
He fixed brown, annoyed eyes on her, urging her not to embarrass him or he would hurt her, for he was a mighty Time Lord.
Yeah, right. One who cuts himself shaving, very impressive.
But she decided to let him believe it.
She turned around to go back to her music, or maybe get something to eat. Before she could leave, however, his voice interrupted her:
“It’s harder than you think, you know”.
“What? Shaving? You’d think, after a couple of centuries you sort of get the hang of it.” She smiled, knowing he had just started the conversation because he didn’t want her to leave the room.
The Doctor began to defend himself, wielding the razor about as he was explaining. Rose kept a safe distance.
“Well no, because everything every time I get the movement in my hands, and I finally know my face, it… You know. Changes” , he explained as he looked at her through the mirror.
“That’s rubbish. You’ve had this one for months, that’s time enough to learn. And besides, you cut yourself with the last one as well, all the time”. She giggled. “That’s typical, one of the only things to stay the same is your inability to shave”
By this time, he’d finished and was drying of with a brown towel. She could see his eyes smiling as he said, “That’s not the only thing that’s stayed the same. The important stuff, remember?”
“Yeah, I know”. And she did. By now, she had fully accepted this new Doctor and noticed the similarities much more than the differences. Still, it was fun to tease him.
She started to lead the way out. As they walked side by side to the kitchen, she said “And you know, you can always ask me to help out. With shaving. Or anything else, really. If you ever need any help.”
He kept looking ahead as he smiled and said “I know. Thank you.”
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I also do not have a beta, so be free to mention any mistakes you spot.
A/N: After last night's episode, I needed something fluffy. So I... wrote something fluffy. No spoilers at all. Set sometime during S2.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 570
Summary: Inspired by this post in
doctor_rose_fix, The Doctor cuts himself shaving. Rose was lying on her bed, listening to music coming from the speakers hidden in the wall, when she heard a scream coming from further down the ship. A very loud scream. Loud enough to reach her through the drums that were booming through her room.
Prepared by all the battles, invasions and general alien menace she had encountered in recent history, she jumped upright and turned the music off, ready to face whatever was coming.
But she was in the Tardis. In the middle of the vortex. With no-one else on board. Well, no-one but… Ah, right.
She smiled to herself and left the room, walking the well-known way towards The Doctor’s preferred bathroom.
She leaned in the doorway and observed the exact sight she had been expecting: The Doctor, in his shirt (but without a tie), face half-covered in shaving cream.
“Cut yourself again?” She asked, smiling innocently at him.
Her voice startled him enough to nick himself, a small drop of blood welling up on the side of his chin. She could see him suppressing a squeal.
He also seemed to be suppressing a ‘Time Lords do not cut themselves shaving, Rose’ –speech, apparently realizing such an utterance would be made slightly invalid by the blood dripping down his chin.
She stepped into the bathroom and wiped the drop off with her thumb before it could fall on his shirt.
“I thought we were under attack for a minute there”, she teased.
He fixed brown, annoyed eyes on her, urging her not to embarrass him or he would hurt her, for he was a mighty Time Lord.
Yeah, right. One who cuts himself shaving, very impressive.
But she decided to let him believe it.
She turned around to go back to her music, or maybe get something to eat. Before she could leave, however, his voice interrupted her:
“It’s harder than you think, you know”.
“What? Shaving? You’d think, after a couple of centuries you sort of get the hang of it.” She smiled, knowing he had just started the conversation because he didn’t want her to leave the room.
The Doctor began to defend himself, wielding the razor about as he was explaining. Rose kept a safe distance.
“Well no, because everything every time I get the movement in my hands, and I finally know my face, it… You know. Changes” , he explained as he looked at her through the mirror.
“That’s rubbish. You’ve had this one for months, that’s time enough to learn. And besides, you cut yourself with the last one as well, all the time”. She giggled. “That’s typical, one of the only things to stay the same is your inability to shave”
By this time, he’d finished and was drying of with a brown towel. She could see his eyes smiling as he said, “That’s not the only thing that’s stayed the same. The important stuff, remember?”
“Yeah, I know”. And she did. By now, she had fully accepted this new Doctor and noticed the similarities much more than the differences. Still, it was fun to tease him.
She started to lead the way out. As they walked side by side to the kitchen, she said “And you know, you can always ask me to help out. With shaving. Or anything else, really. If you ever need any help.”
He kept looking ahead as he smiled and said “I know. Thank you.”
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Date: 2009-11-16 18:36 (UTC)