something in the way of a miracle
A/N: I tried to combine both the prompt from @quite-right-too and the recent @timepetalsprompts prompt ‘serenity. I don’t know if it turned out well, I’m in fact heavily uncertain about it. But still, I’m posting it.
Pairing: Ten x Rose
Summary: The prompt was “straight out of the shower” – so, a very unplanned encounter ahead.
Rating: T-ish. Gets a bit, ahem, steamy towards the end
(yes that was a pun, no, I am not funny)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, neither Doctor Who nor the love letters of Henry Valentine Miller and Anais Nin, sadly. I do recommend reading them, though, they’re breathtaking and both the title and the quotes come from them.
“ROSE!” he yells into the ceiling, breathing heavily.
He’s answered with silence. Waits ten seconds, thirty, a minute … still just silence, soft and cooing wordless invites to simply close his eyes.
Cursing in the misleadingly mellifluous syllables of his mother tongue, he stuffs the spanner in his mouth, rolls up his shirtsleeves and yanks himself out of his cosy, if increasingly more stuffy, burrow under the console. Muscles strain under his dubious weight as he hovers above the grating, panting. His vision is unpleasantly sharp and his eyes ache. All at once, everything feels … too much.
He lies heavily on the grating, running a hand through his hair. Damp and tussled, shirt disheveled, skin slick and moist. Fingers smeared in soot. Rassilon, he’s tired.