How You Know I Want to Kiss You
Posted a day late due to the boycott, here is my Ficmas submission for the 17th of December. @doctorroseprompts 31 days of Ficmas prompt: mistletoe.
Ten x Rose; G rated; 570 Words; AO3
Rose wants to kiss the Doctor so badly the Tardis has to intervene.
They sat side by side on the couch, not touching. A fire roared in the library fireplace, and both the Doctor and Rose had books in their laps, but neither was reading. The Doctor was lost in thought, staring into the flames. Rose had no idea what had captured the Time Lord’s attention so fully, but her mind was filled with him.
She wanted him to touch her, in any way. For him to scoot closer to her as they sat there, to brush his thigh against hers. She wanted him to reach over and grab her hand, to hold it tight, to lace their fingers together. Maybe he would wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close. She wanted him to drag her body across the leather of the couch, to hold her so tight there was no space between them. She wanted to rest her head on his chest and feel the beat of his double hearts as he ran his fingers through her hair.
More than anything else, she wanted him to kiss her. She had kissed him, not very long ago. She remembered it, barely. Cassandra had been in control of her body and her mind so it didn’t really count. The kiss wasn’t really them anyway. If the Doctor kissed Rose it would be tender. Slow and soft at first as the heat between them built. If Rose kissed the Doctor, it would be cautious, tentative. It would be chaste until he responded, and then sparks would fly. But Cassandra’s kiss was forceful and it was intense from the first second. Not at all like either of them.
Rose’s thoughts slowly morphed from what kissing the Doctor would be like to how to get him to kiss her. She didn’t think he was averse to it, not really. All he needed was a little push, a little encouragement. Then her mind stumbled upon an idea. Mistletoe! Mistletoe was exactly what she needed.
If only it was close to Christmas. But they’d just had Christmas, only a few weeks ago. But, well, they were on a time machine after all. Maybe that didn’t matter.
The Tardis, ever watchful, heard the mind of her new favorite passenger. She heard the Doctor’s mind too. He looked lost in thought, but he was thinking of her. They both wanted this, and the time ship was going to make it happen. Above Rose, something sprouted on the ceiling. Something began to grow rapidly, expanding as only the passage of time could allow.
Powered by the Tardis, Who was feeding off of Rose’s thoughts, the plant grew, not just one sprig, not just one branch, but an entire bush perched on the ceiling. Finally, the Doctor looked up, and he stared at the ever-growing mass suspended above Rose’s head. His mind raced, but he made his decision in a heartbeat.
His hand brushed her cheek, pulling her out of her trance. Then their lips met, and it was exactly how Rose had pictured it but even better. His lips were soft, and the slotted between hers like they were made for each other. The kiss was long and tender, and while Rose wanted to deepen it, she also wanted to breathe. Pulling back, she ran her hand over his brown hair. “How did you know?” she whispered in the space between them.
“Well…” Her eyes followed his upwards. “You started growing mistletoe.”
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