I finally had time to settle down and bring out my Christmas decorations while watching favorite holiday cartoons! Thank you to all in the @dwfandomcardexchange group for all these Christmas cards! You guys are absolutely wonderful! 💕 I hope everyone has been having a wonderful holiday season and realllly hoping for a better year in 2022!
@benty67 wanted to know more about WIPs #3 (Single Parents Finished(ish) Chapters) and #4 (Single Parents Scene Dump).
The finished chapters doc is where I keep the chapter(s) I am currently writing, so that doc is more or less linearly organized. So it currently has scenes that will go in the next couple chapters. The scene dump doc is exactly what is sounds like. I don’t write strictly linearly, as my brain often sees a few late-story scenes when it’s plotting a story, so I hurriedly jot those down so I don’t forget about them. Currently, it has James and Rose’s first sexy times scene in there, along with a few late-plot scenes that I don’t want to spoil too much 😘 This doc also has my outline for the entire fic, from start to finish. Obviously I leave myself a lot of wiggle room to embellish upon certain moments in the fic (which is why this fic is already over 60k words and James and Rose haven’t kissed yet 😂🤦♀️)
Snippet from Finished(ish) Chapters doc:
“Y’know, I can take her back to free up your hands,” Rose said, inclining her head to the drowsy infant nuzzled up to his chest.
He couldn’t help but glance down at Jodie. He caught a whiff of her intoxicating baby scent and couldn’t help but chase the smell. He tucked his nose to her scalp and breathed her in deeply, then kissed her. She gurgled and shuffled in his arms before settling again.
“Nope, you’re not getting out of this lesson that easily,” he said, rubbing the baby’s back. “Since my hands are busy, you’re in charge of meal prep.”
Rose rolled her eyes, but a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “All right then. Lay it on me.”
James talked her through mixing together the simple ingredients, then slathering the herby garlic butter mixture atop the halved French bread.
“See! Easy peasy,” he crowed when she successfully popped the baking sheet into the oven. “Definitely something to add to your cooking repertoire. It’s simple and quick, and most kids love it as long as it isn’t too garlicky. Right. While that has its turn in the oven, we’re gonna prepare the meatballs.”
Snippet from Scene Dump doc:
James’s hands were everywhere; they skated across her back and belly, the nape of her neck and her hips as he pulled her closer. His lips devoured hers, his tongue mapping out the contours of her mouth with each new kiss. When he’d drunk his fill at her lips, he moved lower.
“We’ll have to have more sleepovers,” James murmured, his voice at her ear sending shivers down her spine.
“No arguments from me,” she replied, her voice somewhat faint.
He planted a kiss to her neck before threading their fingers together and tugging her down the hall to her bedroom. Rose was giddy with nervous excitement as she followed, closing the door behind them. The snick of the lock that promised privacy was all it took for the desire from their kiss in the kitchen to rekindle. For him, too, evidently, as he stepped into her, pressing her back against the door as he ducked his head and caught her lips in a kiss.
Sensation sparked through her, heating her blood in her veins and sending it south. Her pulse throbbed between her legs, urging her to pull him closer. It had been so long since Rose felt this kind of need; she’d forgotten how intoxicating it was, how addictive it was to be pressed so intimately against another person.
The kisses shared between herself and James had been mostly chaste up until then, but with the children asleep and with them alone in her bedroom, they each let go of their reservations, holding nothing back.
For the @dwfandomcardexchange I was saving these for a gloomy day and they brought such joy! Thank you @lastbluetardis @benty67 @sunniebelle @blueboxesandtrafficcones @parallelunivrses and @saecookie
Thank you also for the teas @parallelunivrses and @saecookie they will come in handy today especially!
A super special thank you to @lastbluetardis for putting this together, these card exchanges really help make the holidays a bit brighter, especially this year 🥰😘😘😘😘😘😘
The highlight of my days lately have been receiving cards in the mail. I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to post these, but each and everyone of them have brought such a huge smile to my face! Thank you @benty67 @zoebelle9 @ladydiomede @creativebec @blueboxesandtrafficcones @serindipitysays @lastbluetardis @skyler10fic @shadowtiel @9hiddenshallows @acreasy1 @badxwolfxrising @joi-in-the-tardis @notthatmelody
Tentoo x Rose | Established relationship fluff | Mature
This is the second prompt from @benty67 #30
And it also fits this prompt from @doctorroseprompts
➙ Kiss ficlets
Rose wrapped both arms and legs around the Doctor. His mouth was at her neck while she scratched red marks down his back. Morning sunlight illuminated their sweaty bodies, writhing together on the messy sheets. Lust and love suffused her veins, the very universe she’d fought to save now forgotten.
The Doctor pushed away from her, weight on his hands as his hips slowed down. His lips pressed in a thin line, he looked up at the ceiling, his brow wrinkled in a deep crease. He was doing it again: calculating.
Which one was it today? The Hodge conjecture? The Riemann hypothesis? The Yang–Mills existence and mass gap? Or perhaps he was thinking of Jackie, he’d confessed to doing that too.
As it turns out, even a part Time Lord man can worry about his performance in bed.
The first few times they had sex, the Doctor finished a tad quickly. Rose didn’t realize how much it bothered him until he started acting a bit skittish when she initiated sex. Then he started doing this: distracting himself with complex or repulsive thoughts to halt his orgasm.
Beside the fact that Rose trusted the Doctor not to leave her unsatisfied (his mouth and fingers were more than acceptable substitute), she hated when he did this because he wasn’t with her, in the moment, anymore. He was miles away in his head. It severed their connection, this overwhelming sensation of being one and whole. And that ruined her arousal much more than premature ejaculation.
Rose realized she was now lost in her own thoughts too. To remedy the situation, she planted her feet on the mattress and bucked her hips to meet his thrust all the while moaning louder and caressing her own breasts. The desired effect was achieved. The Doctor cursed under his breath, and his jaw went slack. Finally, he locked eyes with her again. Those eyes full of wonder and love that turned her insides to fudge every time. Heat returned to her belly. The Doctor thrust faster. Hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He fisted the sheet each side of her head.
“Yes! Come for me,” Rose said.
The Doctor stopped suddenly, his eyes widened. “Okay. Erm... I’ll just...” He rolled on his side and gathered Rose in his arms. He kissed and stroked her hair softly.
Puzzled, Rose asked, “… did you come?” It didn’t feel like it.
“Doesn’t matter. Are you alright? Feeling better?”
“What? Why?”
“That’s what you said. You said: ‘comfort me’.”
“I said ‘come for me’!”
“Ah. Yes. That— that makes a lot more sense.”
Both burst out laughing. A belly-deep sort of laugh that made their eyes tear up.
“You’re sweet,” she said.
They kissed, still giggling until she parted her lips and his tongue teased hers, rekindling her hunger for him.
Rose rolled on top of him and twined their fingers above his head.
“Now you know what to do,” she whispered against his lips.
She undulated her hips increasingly fast, never letting him break eye contact. He was here with her now. One and whole. And they smiled dopey grins even as they panted and moaned.
The Doctor’s toes curl, and he cursed in Gallifreyan. Rose got off him just in the nick of time, and he spilled over his stomach.
He’d barely regained his breath that he pulled Rose by the waist to straddle his face.
A very acceptable substitute, indeed.
When strength returned to her legs, Rose nipped over to the loo. On the way back, she hit her little toe on the corner of the bed.
“You alright?” the Doctor asked.
“Yeah, yeah. Hurts a little.. I think I’m gonna need you to comfort me again,” she added, crawling up the bed and over him.
@benty67 replied to your post “Sleepover Weekend!”
thanks to tumblr I've discovered some wonderful fanfictions. I love just about any form of Ten and Rose whether it's AU or canon doesn't matter as long as the story is good reading material. My question to you is what is the correct thing to do when commenting on something written more than a year or two ago? Is it still ok to comment on these treasures? Thanks so much for your help. I love your blog. Billie and David are wonderful.
Hullo darling! Good question!
I’ve experienced this feeling at times too. The wondering if it’s okay, if they’d read my comment, if they’d still want comments, etc. I can offer my own perspectives of both a reader and a writer here.
As a reader I’ve left comments on older fics previously and sometimes the author doesn’t comment back. But when they do, they’ve been so very nice about it! They always said thank you.
As a writer I can tell you it really really makes me smile to see I still get kudos on my fics, as I’ve been severely slow about posting in the past year. And when people comment on older fics? Oh gosh. @pellaaearien and @sparklesandspurs made me cry happy tears from comments on Foundations. No joke. I wonder a lot if people still remember I’ve written fic, let alone enjoyed them enough to leave comments on them. Even though I haven’t been posting fic much, there are fics I’ve posted - like Foundations - that are really close to my heart and I’m proud of. I know I’m not the only writer who feels this way.
So yeah, comments on older fics are definitely okay! Go for it! You could make somebody’s day ^^
