I’m fucking dying I’m looking through my Quinn/Ruqi board on Pinterest for inspiration and it’s all artfully framed black-and-white photos and touching quotes about love and forgiveness and then there’s this which I didn’t even remember pinning until I saw it again
AND YOU KNOW WHAT, I STAND BY IT, THIS IS HOW RUQI’S FIRST AND LAST ATTEMPT AT SEXTING WENT.
Rose and Shireen and confessions and chips; a li’l ace!fem!Ten/ace!Rose for DW Femslash Week! Mostly all ages (maybe light teen for language/discussion topics). Tooth-rotting fluff. Sorry for your dental bills.
Inspired by a prompt from @mariechambers (thank you dahling!!!! <3), and written for my fellow tumblrer who said they wished they’d seen more of girl-talk Rose during the series (I’m so sorry I can’t remember who posted that!); also fills the @timepetalsprompts femslash prompt! THIS FIC DOES ALL THE THINGS
“So what’s it like, then?” Shireen asks. “If there’s no sex?”
Laughing (and blushing only the tiniest bit), Rose glances
all around the chippie like something in there will jump to her aid. “Not everything’s
about sex, mate,” she says in lieu of a proper response, but Shireen imagines
it’s the best that she can come up with on such short notice.
Still. Shireen quirks an eyebrow at her in disbelief.
Rose ducks her head, apparently fascinated by the basket of
ships in front of her, by the vinegar pooling at the bottom of the wax-paper. “It
isn’t like that, anyway. With her and me. She’s made it pretty clear that she
isn’t into that sort of thing. Honestly, though, it’s sort of…nice,” she
admits (to the chips, not to Shireen). “I dunno. It takes the pressure off.”
“Think I’d rather put the pressure on,” Shireen says, clicking her tongue suggestively.
“I know you would,” Rose teases. “But…”
She worries her lip between her teeth. “I sort of…wouldn’t,”
“What do you mean?”
Sighing, Rose directs her attention back to the chips, eying
them warily like they might start judging her at any moment. “I don’t know. It’s
like…I guess it feels good? I didn’t hate it. And Mickey was loads better than
“Prince Charles’ withered left testicle would be a better
shag than Jimmy. And if you’re wondering if I’m saying I’d rather shag Prince
Charles, the answer is honestly, maybe.”
“—but do you ever get the feeling that you’re only doing
that stuff cos other people want you to?”