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| Castles & Cream |
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| Written by AbbyRomana | |||
| Sunday, 09 September 2007 13:52 | |||
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Castles & Cream By Ann_blue Rose felt the warmth of the golden sunlight. She felt its kiss upon her exposed legs and upper back as it rained down upon her. From behind her large brown sunglasses she could just see the tiny sparkling grains that make up the sandy shoreline. The scene was beautiful, but not because of the tropical landscape. Its beauty was created by the two most important people in her life. A pleased hum buzzed over her lips as she watched both the Doctor and their little girl, Abby, playing in the sand. For the passed 20 minutes or so, the energetic duo had been working on building the perfect sandcastle. His brow was furrowed and his lips were set. The Doctor was hard at work packing the tiny red pail in front of him. As he compressed the sand to allow for more, Abby sat before him, trying to hold the pail still. Together they were determined to finish the castle. Nothing was going to stray them from their goal. A sleep smile graced Rose’s lips as her eyelids started to droop below her sunglasses. Darkness filled her sight before Rose urged her eyes to open once more. She didn’t want miss the pair at work. Her eyes refocused and caught sight of the Doctor lifting the pail away from a new castle tower. With careful precision he smoothed out the edges of tower. Seeing the choice of design with four towers, Rose captured one more conscious thought, a trivial one at that. She wondered if the Doctor was designing freehand or if he was basing it off a castle he had seen in his travels. Who knew how many castles and fortresses her sexy Doctor had come across or been imprisoned in. In truth it did not matter to Rose. She did not even have the strength to ask as a lethargic feeling swept over her. She stifled a yawn and buried her face in her crisscrossed arms. All to quickly the realm of dreams enveloped her. In their woven threads of thought and fantasy, she was taken on many new adventures by the Doctor. He was there to show her the beauty and wonder hidden in the strangest of places. He was there to bring comfort and to remind her how lucky she was to have him with her once again. Sometimes the dreams were interjected with memories of her and the Doctor or of her, the Doctor and Abby. My Time Lord and my Little Angel. But as slumber took her deeper, the sound of laughter broke its spell. Rose’s head bobbed up and she mumbled, “Hmm?” Passed the dark lenses of her glasses and her blurry, sleep filled eyes, she sought out the source of the giggling. It took a couple of blinks to readjust her vision. With the smack of her drying lips, Rose began to ease herself up on to her elbows. Reaching one of her free hands, she lifted her large sunglasses and placed them on top of the smooth back blond hair. Then she rubbed her brown eyes to remove the remnants of sleep. That is when she heard the giggling again. The sound of happy clapping had joined it. Rose shot her gaze toward the source, mire feet away from her. At first she was not sure what she was seeing. The Doctor knelt in front of his little girl, his deep brown eyes shone bright. They were laughing together, but why Rose was unsure. Rose brought herself to a sitting position and cocked her head as she watched the scene. The Doctor had raised his arms forward. Abby’s head inclined up to look at them. “Come on, my little angel,” he softly spoke to Abby. “Come on. I know you can do it.” He stretched his right hand tentatively forward, but stopped short of grabbing her. It appeared the Doctor was simply offering. Not missing a beat, Abby lift one of her chubby little arms upward. In an iron grip, she closed her right hand securely around his pointer and index fingers. The Doctor did not wince, but simply smiled encouragingly at his little girl. “Dad-dad,” she gurgled as she adjusted her hold. The Doctor smiled back. “That’s it come on,” he encouraged as he offer his other hand. Once again with her left hand she took a hold of his hand, squeezing the top two fingers tightly. “You can do it, my little angel.” Rose’s mouth opened wide as a gasp rushed passed her lips. Her sleepiness was soon forgotten as much as the vanishing sand castle behind the Doctor and Abby. “Oh…” she softly squealed, watching captivated. Slowly the Doctor raised both of his hands up, just a bit. Abby responded by scrunching her legs in close to her body. Tiny ridges form on her brow and her shimmering blue gaze fell to the ground below her. The deep concentration reminded Rose of the Doctor. When her tiny pink tongue started slipping in and out between her lips, she saw herself in the face of her daughter. Rose had to clap her hands over her mouth to now stop the squeal of surprise. Abby was focusing herself. She was using all her baby strength to propel herself upwards. Gently Abby pushed her little feet into the sand. With a slight quiver of unstable movements, she soon brought herself to standing position in front of the Doctor. “That’s it,” excitedly encouraged the Doctor. Abby giggled and took one, two wobbling steps. “Ha Ah!” cried the Doctor happily, lifting Abby into the air. “That’s my girl!” Rose released her face and the breath she had not realized she had been holding. She laughed loudly with joy as a smile burst forth from her face. “Oh, Abby!” she cheered, applauding both of them. The Doctor swung around in a circle with Abby. The little girl was laughing along with her father and mother. The Doctor turned quickly toward Rose. “Did you see? Did you see?” he excitedly asked as he swung a laughing Abby around once more. “Did you see what our brilliant little Time Lady did?” Rose sprang to her feet. She clapped her hands together once more as she dashed over to them. “Yes, yes I did,” she told him. “I did it!” Abby happily cried. Rose reached out to grab a hold of Abby’s little face. “Yes you did, Abby! You did such a good job. You’re ready to start walking,” she told Abby as she caressed the tiny shining face before her. “Walking?” the Doctor spat, bouncing Abby in his arms. He tickled her tummy and smiled knowingly at her. “Nah, she’s ready to start running, cart wheeling…defending the universe …” ”Doctor?!” scolded Rose, snatching Abby from his arms. She put distance between Abby and her father. A large frown passed over the Doctor’s face. “What?” “Abby is nowhere near ready to go fighting monsters,” Rose said, cuddling her little girl close to her. Abby buried her face into Rose’s neck. The little girl started repeating over and over, “Monsters! Monsters!” The Doctor corrected her, “They’re not monsters, they’re creatures...or different kinds of people.” Rose ignored the Doctor’s comment. She knew he was right but she had her own little creature to calm down. Doing what only a mother could do, she got Abby to quietly relax against her chest. Then she went back to scolding the Doctor. “No, Doctor. Definitely not. I don’t think I ever want Abby to put herself into that kind of danger.” “Now you’re sounding like you mother,” he scoffed and immediately bit his tongue. “You mean looking after me and keeping me from dangerous men,” she pointedly told him with a raised eyebrow. The Doctor glared at her as Rose smiled coyly at him. She turned on her heels and carried Abby back over to the shaded towel. Abby wiggled vigorously in Rose’s arms. “Down. I want down, Mum-mum,” she begged. Gently Rose placed, Abby on the towel. Rose knelt next to the little girl and smiled at her. She softly whispered to her, “You’re a good girl, Abby. And maybe one day you’ll be a great time traveler like your daddy.” Rose bit her tongue. “Maybe.” Her little girl looked up at her with a smile. Rose smiled back and ran her fingers over the thick blond curls on Abby’s head. “I’m proud of you, my little angel.” “I want up, mum-mum. Up!” she cried, raising her arms toward Rose. Her tiny hands clenched and unclenched. She wanted to stand again. Rose tried to hush Abby. Then a cough from behind Rose pulled her attention away from her little girl. A towering dark shadow rolled over her form and she felt a shiver run down her spine. A dark husky voice spoke, “You know looking after you and keeping you safe from dangerous men is my job now.” Rose smirked, dared a sultry look over her shoulder. “Yeah, does that include you, Doctor?” In reply, a strong hand grabbed her arms and swung her around. She was tugged in close to his chest. Rose dropped her gaze, refusing to meet his. From the heat that radiated from his body before her, she already could imagine the look he wore. So first she would calm herself. She drew in a deep breath. He thinks he’s all that and perhaps he is. But I’m not letting him control my will. I’m just as strong as he is…I can be the seducer if I want to be. In fact, I know I can bring him to his knees. A smug grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. It remained there as Rose lifted up her solidified gaze. After that her thoughts of strength melted away, long before a single word could tumble from her lips. Her breath caught in her throat as the darkness of his large pupils drew her in. “Oh, I’m different,” he hissed, snaking one arm around her waist. His fingers played at the dividing ridge between the exposed skin of her back and what lie hidden by the swimsuit. The Doctor licked his lips. “I’m the good kind of ‘dangerous man.’ You like my kind of dangerous.” “Oh,” Rose squeaked. She coughed, trying to clear her throat and collect her thoughts. “Well,” she replied in a breathy voice. “I’ll have you know…I happen to like nice men.” Her eyes wavered between his darkened gaze and his approaching lips. “Mickey for example.” That got her a flash of irritation from him and Rose marked a mental tick mark for herself. The Doctor just shook his head. Before long a new devious grin spread over his face. His lips hovered over hers, tempting her to reach forward. They both knew what was coming. Rose was just waiting for the trigger, the preverbal password before entering. “I’m nice men,” he breathed. That was it. Rose swooped in and captured the Doctor’s lips. Thank Lucas for Empire Strikes Back, Rose mentally smirked. The Doctor seemed to agree as the kiss grew in intensity. It had become a battle of strength and will. Rose liked to think of it as a battle to see who the better seducer was. Even as tongues twisted together and their hands got lost in the mess of his thick brown and blond hair, she knew he once again won. But in truth she did not care. It was just a prelude to something much better, something utterly fantastic. Rose ended the kiss by up pulling back with a gasp. Her heat filled eyes drank all of him in, from his bruised and puffy lips to his disheveled mop of brown. He never looked handsomer in this incarnation. Her body seemed to agree as it started humming with need and want. “I love you,” Rose groaned as her left hand slid a finger along his jaw and down to the pulse point on his neck. She watched as he shivered under her touch. “You little ape, I love you,” he whispered as he leaned in again. But Rose pulled back with blush on her cheeks. “Maybe we should go back inside before this gets too serious. Any way, we should put Abby down for a nap, ok?” she asked. The Doctor peered behind Rose and a surprised expression wafted over his face. She could only guess he had gotten so into the moment that he had forgotten where they were and who was with them. Sighing deeply and returning his gaze to Rose, he conceded, “All right. Yeah, you’re right.” Rose smiled deviously at the Doctor and quickly gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Good,” she chirped and slipped out of his encircling arms. She turned on her heel to retrieve Abby. “I’ll put Abby down for a nap and you take care of the beach stuff.” Rose lifted the little girl into her arms again and turned around toward him. He wore a deep frown. “Why do I have to clean up?” the Doctor pouted, looking just like their daughter when she didn’t get her own way. “Because you’ve had enough father daughter time for now,” she replied, moving closer to him. “It’s time for mother daughter time.” She smiled fondly at her husband, then turned toward Abby. “Say bye bye to daddy, sweetheart.” Abby turned a confused look. “Where is dad-dad going?” she asked. “Nowhere, but you’ve got to go to bed,” Rose told her, walking back toward the TARDIS. “Bed time, Abby.” “No!” firmly stated Abby, crossing her arms over her chest. “I no want bed time.” Rose hushed her little girl, cuddled her close. “Not now!” she whined. “But you’re tired,” Rose told her. “No, I’m not,” Abby replied. “Yes, you are,” Rose softly reaffirmed, wearing a knowing smile. “No. I’m. Not,” pouted Abby. She gave her mum a defiant look. Rose thought Abby never looked more like her dad than at this moment. Biting her lip, Rose fought back an urge to laugh. “Oh, I think you are,” she told Abby, tapping her on the nose. “I can tell.” Abby glared at her mum. “No! I’m! Not!” “Yes, you are,” Rose reiterated, and then she softly yawned. “No, I’m…” Abby started to state again but a yawn washed over her lips. “I’m not...” Her tiny fist rubbed her eyes. Rose smiled as Abby’s blond head pressed into her shoulder. “Not fair, mum-mum,” Abby grumbled into her shoulder. Rose nodded understandingly as she caressed the blond curls on Abby’s head. At the doorway of the TARDIS, Rose paused. She turned back toward the Doctor, who had already started folding up the parasol. Rose called to him, “Don’t take too long, Time Lord. Otherwise, the whipped cream might melt before you get done. And then I’ll have to entertain myself.” She winked suggestively at him before vanishing inside. The Doctor’s head popped up. “Whipped cream?” he asked, his voice jumping an octave. Thousands of images rushed through his mind. A wave of heat flared over his skin, making him hotter than the blazing sun that beat down upon him. His head snapped between the stuff on the beach and the TARDIS door. A definite whimper puffed out between his lips. Part of him wanted to just forget the items littered over the sandy shore and run inside, but he knew Rose would ask. There would be no whipped topping for him until he finished. The Doctor growled and quickly started snatching up the items. He did not care if they were closed or folded. He had a beautiful woman waiting for him…with whipped cream.
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