Ten x Rose AU | Fluff; Christmas, Drabble | 663 Words + Art
This is my @dwsecretsanta gift for @avatoh! Merry Christmas, my dear! May you have a lovely month full of every good thing. ^_^
The doorbell rang, and Rose quickly
straightened her reindeer dress and antlers before opening the door
to her boyfriend, John. She was about to say hi when he skipped
introductions altogether and pushed his way inside excitedly.
“Rose, I got you something for
Christmas, but it sorta can’t wait.” John was brimming with
energy, and Rose couldn’t suppress a giggle. The way he looked in
his candy red pinstriped suit and santa hat was hilarious enough as
it was, but couple that with his child-like glee and it was almost
too much. She half expected him to start jumping up and down and
clapping excitedly.
“Hello to you, too!” she laughed,
raising an eyebrow.
“Yes! Right. Hello, love,” he
gave her a quick kiss. “Sorry. Now, present. Can’t wait.”
“All right,
sure,” she said with a laugh. “I’m not one to complain about
early Christmas presents.”
“Good! Close
your eyes, then, and no peeking!”
Rose obeyed,
grinning in anticipation. John exited through the front door,
leaving her alone with the silence of the room. She bit her lip,
trying not to guess what it was, and why it couldn’t wait. Christmas
was only three days away, after all…
She finally heard
the door open again, followed by John’s disembodied voice. “Still
got your eyes closed?”
“Yep!” she
said, popping the P.
“Fantastic.”
She could hear the grin in his voice and it made her smile all the
more as she sensed his approach. A moment later and she felt his
cool lips press against her cheek in a loving kiss. “You can open
your eyes now.”
She opened her
eyes. There, on the floor in front of her, was a scruffy little
black terrier with a huge red bow around its neck, looking up curiously and wagging his tail, as well as
the entire back half of his body. “Oh my god!” she squealed,
dropping to the floor and scooping the animal up affectionately. It
began to lick her face, body quivering with excitement and pure joy.
John sat next to
them and gave the dog a little scratch on the back. “I knew you’d always wanted to
adopt a dog, and this little guy was just too lovable to pass up…”
Rose felt her heart
sink. “Love… this is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift I’ve
ever been given. But… you know I can’t keep a dog here. The
landlord won’t allow it.” She fought to keep the quiver out of her
voice as she gave the happy little mongrel a scratch behind the ear.
She loved the little guy already, and was devastated thinking about
the fact that she would have to say goodbye soon.
John glanced
nervously at the floor. “Well yeah, I mean, I knew that, but… I
was thinking, maybe he could stay with me. I’ve got the back garden,
and half my work is at home anyway. And… I was sort of hoping…
maybe you’d like to stay too.” He reached for her hand as her
breath caught in her throat.
“Are… are
you… asking me to…?”
“Move in with
me?” He bit his lip hopefully.
Rose felt her eyes
brimming with happy tears. “Oh my god!” She set the terrier
down and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. “Yes! Of course,
yes!” She leaned in and snogged him; he hummed into her mouth,
returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm.
“Brilliant.
Fantastic. Molto bene!” he said breathlessly.
She laughed as the
dog pried them apart with his snout and climbed into her lap, his
body still wagging happily. “Oh, love, we’re gonna be late for the
costume party.” She didn’t sound particularly urgent as she gave
the dog a little scratchy massage all down his neck and back.
“That’s alright.
We can always stay home. I’ve already experienced the best bit of
the party anyway.”
“And what’s that
then?”
“Seeing you in
those outstanding reindeer antlers.” He reached up and jingled one
of the bells.
That’s everything that had been posted before I went to bed on Sunday night. We’ll be reading the things you’ve posted this week and getting them reblogged in the next few days.
James smiled to himself when he heard someone walk into the
laundry room. A quick peek out of the corner of his eye confirmed his
suspicion: blonde hair, pajama bottoms, an over-sized jumper.
“Morning, Rose!”
For the last three months, James got to share in the company
of one Rose Tyler every Sunday morning as they each did their laundry at an
ungodly hour before the rest of the residents awoke. They lived in the same
apartment complex, though in different buildings, and the laundry room was in
the center building of the complex.
“Morning,” she said through a yawn.
“I haven’t seen you in a little while,” he said, finally
turning towards her once he started the washing machine.
Her laundry basket was perched on her hip, and her other hip
was thrown to the side to compensate. James tried not to let his eyes walk up her curves. He’d thought she was attractive when they’d first met, but
after he’d plucked up the courage to start a conversation—which hadn’t been
until their fourth week of doing laundry together—he’d thought she was the most
beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was smart, kind, and funny, teasing him as
often as he teased her. Her face was so expressive, and she got so animated
when talking to him, as though she genuinely enjoyed his presence, too.
For @timepetalsprompts ficlet prompt “drunken caroling,’ for Ten X Rose. This is an AU of sorts. Doomsday happened but they were not separated in this universe, and they have an established relationship.
Rose heard the Doctor moan next to her, and not in the fun way. She rolled over to her side in their bed, waiting expectantly to experience a Time Lord with a hangover.
He moaned again and finally his eyes popped open. He covered his eyes with his hands as the TARDIS brightened the lights in the room. Rose had the idea that the time ship was quite amused.
“Rose?”
“M’right here.”
“My tongue feels like I licked the back of a Sontaran’s head.”
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