Skimming Stones, Part 18

gallifreyburning:

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven ~Part Eight ~ Part Nine ~ Part Ten ~ Part Eleven ~ Part Twelve ~ Part Thirteen ~ Part Fourteen ~ Part Fifteen ~ Part Sixteen ~ Part Seventeen

Morning light is streaming through the windows when there’s a knock at the bedroom door. The Doctor and Rose are a pile of tangled limbs and blankets, sprawled across the bed together. He starts awake at the noise, and Rose leaps out of his arms – and out of bed – with stunning speed. With a loud crinkling noise, she stumbles over the Henrik’s bags in her hurry to find a bedsheet to wrap up in.

“Rose? You going to lay around in bed all day? Breakfast is ready!” Jackie calls from the corridor.

“I’m getting dressed, I’ll be down in a mo’!” Rose calls back.

“The door’s locked, she can’t come in,” the Doctor murmurs, keeping his voice down so Jackie won’t hear, as he sits up to watch Rose clutch the sheet around her body. The room is a wreck, bags and pillows and linens strewn everywhere, the mattress slightly crooked on the boxspring.

Scratching his head and yawning, the Doctor tries to recall whether they’d overturned the overstuffed armchair during their second or third round of sex. It’s all a blissful blur at the moment; he’s counting on the details sharpening up after a nice hot cup of tea.

Read More