“It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… that’s who I am.”
9th part of my DW project. Christopher Eccleston was my first Doctor - and even if I don’t count him as one of my favourites among the thirteen of them, he still has a special place in my heart(s). He is a sum-up of what every Doctor should be - able to making you burst out of laughter and then bring tears to your eyes from one minute to the other. He inspires me with powerful feelings everytime I watch one of his episodes and I only wish he’s had more screen time.
Tentoo has other ideas about how to spend their morning.
This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.
He gave a rumbly little growl as he came up behind her, hands finding her waist, he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck and shoulder. “Come back to bed,” he all but purred.
Rose grinned, carefully adjusting her hold on the mug she was holding so he wouldn’t make her drop it. “Doctor, I’m trying to look at the weather report,” she said, her eyes on the tablet in front of her. “And I made coffee.”
He growled again, this one more aggressive, as he fitted himself more firmly against her, trapping her between him and the counter. Her breath caught as he rutted his morning erection along the cleft of her arse. His hands slid down, his fingers finding the hem of the long t-shirt she’d worn to bed last night, beginning to pull it upward, inch by inch.
“Sod the coffee,” he said, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “You want to know the weather? We’ll do it facing the window.”