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Once again, this blog used to be hermitinthetardis. A name very close to my heart, but not to the rest of my fandoms. And thus, I am now new.

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[lastbluetardis]

26 fem!doctor (ten) and rose!

26:A “spin the bottle” kiss

This was written from this list of prompts that I made from combining two prompt memes from @doctorroseprompts.

@skyler10fic, you also prompted this (I hope you don’t mind I went with fem!Ten on this one…if so, please feel free to prompt me another number)

And I’m also claiming this for @legendslikestardust‘s Pride Month.

Rose watched with bated breath as the bottle spun ‘round and‘round. As it began to slow, everyone in the circle tensed and leaned forwardto see who Rose would be kissing.

“Oooh, pucker up Doctor!”

Rose flushed. Of course, ofcourse, the bottle head would point to only the most gorgeous person in theroom, the girl Rose had had a tentative eye on for months, and incidentally oneof Rose’s best friends.

Janessa Noble. The girl who had moved to London fromScotland at the beginning of term. The girl who sat next to Rose in her eight o’clockart history class. The girl who started bringing her a coffee for those earlymorning lectures, and the girl with whom Rose built a deep friendship with overthe course of the semester.

Rose glanced over at Janessa, and noted with a swoop in herbelly that Janessa was smiling at her. No, no, she wasn’t just smiling—she was beaming. It looked like she’d been giventhe lottery and all of her life’s dreams had come true all in one moment.

“Hey,” Rose said lamely, turning to face her friend. “Let’sdo this, yeah?”

Janessa’s smile faltered for just a second before itreturned, albeit stiffer. Rose wanted to smack herself when she realized howshe just sounded.

Instead of trying to backtrack, Rose reached out and cuppedher hand around the back of Janessa’s head. Her hair was soft and silky, andRose couldn’t help but massage her fingertips into Janessa’s scalp as shetugged the other girl forward.

Rose heard Janessa’s breath hitch as their lips met in asoft kiss. A soft kiss that was much more heated than any of the other kissesRose had given or received that evening. Rose angled her head to the side toslip Janessa’s plump bottom lip between her own and her nose pressed into theother girl’s cheek as Rose unwittingly deepened the kiss.

Before Rose could be embarrassed at how far she had let thekiss get—and really, it was bordering on snogging now—she felt Janessa’s lipsmoving in tandem with hers. She felt soft, warm hands wrap around her shouldersbefore they scrabbled at her back. But Janessa seemed to not know where shewanted her hands to be, because the next moment she was cradling the back ofRose’s neck as she breathed sharply through her nose.

That sound alerted Rose to the burning in her chest, and shepopped away from the kiss for just a moment to gulp down a lungful of airbefore she seized Janessa’s lips in for another kiss, heedless of thewolf-whistles coming from all of their friends.

Rose was blind and deaf to anything but the beautiful womanin her arms, and how it felt to kiss and be kissed like this.

“Oi, get a room!”

“No, please don’t! This is quite the show!”

Rose rolled her eyes at Jack, and she reluctantly broke thekiss, finally realizing the show they’d been giving to their friends. Shepeaked up through her lashes at Janessa, and noted with a thrill of pride thatthe other woman looked just as breathless and faint as Rose felt.

“I’m tired,” Rose proclaimed, standing up from the circle.She glanced down at Janessa, who was fiddling nervously with her hair. “Care towalk back to my flat with me?”

Janessa grinned happily, and jumped to her feet.

They bade goodbye to all of their friends, resolutelyignoring the lewd and suggestive comments being thrown at their retreatingforms, and stepped out into the cool night air.

Long fingers probed against hers, and Rose automaticallyslipped her fingers through Janessa’s.

“That was really nice,” Janessa murmured, speaking to theirlinked hands.

“Yeah, it was,” Rose said. “I didn’t mean for the kiss toget that far, though.”

“I’m not complaining,” Janessa snorted. “In fact… is thatsomething we might do again?”

Rose tugged on Janessa’s hand to pull her to a stop, and sheslipped her hand free of Janessa’s to wrap her arms around the girl’s neck. Shelifted up onto her tiptoes to brush a soft kiss to Janessa’s lips.

“Yeah, it is.”

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***

They’re perfectly normal lips, as far as the Doctorcan tell; plumper than many, perhaps, maybe a little pinker, certainly moredistracting. Absolutely normal, gorgeous, regular, luscious, run-of-the millhuman lips. But what the Doctor can’t figure out is why she keeps feeling sodrawn to them, like Rose has her own special kind of gravity, as if Rose’smouth is a magnet for hers.

Rose raises an eyebrow in concern. “What’s wrong? HaveI got something on my face?”

No,but my face could change that is what the Doctorthinks. “Sorry, just lost in the clouds for a mo,” is what she says. “Regulardaydreamer, me.”

Rose flashes her that smile, yes, that one, the one with her tongue trapped between her teeth; itdoes nothing to lessen the Doctor’s distraction. “Thought Time Ladies were toohigh and mighty for silly things like daydreaming,” she teases. “What’s runningthrough that head of yours?”

You,just you. “Oh, nothing in particular,” the Doctor replies,tearing her gaze away and forcing herself to focus on the screen in front ofher. That’s what they’re here for, after all; that’s why they’re doing this,why she’s doing this. The TARDISisn’t going to repair herself, or at least she’s not very likely to.

The Doctor bangs the side of the screen impatiently.Its readings remain stubbornly unchanged; no surprise, since the Doctor hasn’tactually managed to do anything productive, despite her best efforts. But howcan she help it that Rose Tyler is so ridiculously distracting—how is shesupposed to think about anything else besides kissing her?

“This was a mistake,” the Doctor announces, pushingback from the console desk. “I should have known better, should have known thatbottle was full of nothing but panaceæ and snake oil. I can’trecalibrate the temporal conduits like this. The work is too delicate. I needto be able to focus on it, just really focus.We’re just gonna have to wait, is all.”

“Wait? You?” Rose laughs. “You’re gonna go mad!”

“Too late,” says the Doctor, scrubbing one hand overher face.

Plucking up the medicinal vial from where the Doctorunceremoniously dumped it in the jumpseat, Rose turns it over in her hands,searching the label. “Maybe it hasn’t kicked in yet?”

“Oh, it’s kicked in,” the Doctor says darkly.

“Okay, well, that’s good, isn’t it? We just need toget you focused on the right thing. Shove that big ol’ impressive brain ofyours into action!”

Rose heaves herself onto the jumpseat, her feetswinging over the grating. “So, how does it usually work, this hyperfocusthing?” she asks.

The Doctor doesn’t answer; she’s too busy staring atRose’s mouth again, at the perfect sweetheart shape of it, the lips that lookso, so soft, the way they purse expectantly after Rose asks a question, the waythey’re pressing together right now.

Uh oh. Rose just asked a question. The Doctor has noidea what it might have been.

“Erm,” she says.

Rose frowns. “Are you all right?”

The Doctor glances up at Rose’s eyes.

That’s a mistake. They’re every bit as entrancing asher lips.

She gulps.

“Doctor?” Rose asks, her brow furrowed in worry.Slipping off the jumpseat, she takes a cautious step the Doctor’s way, reachingone hand out to her shoulder. “Should I get you to the medbay—?”

“No!” the Doctor shouts as she springs back, makingRose jump. “I’m fine, Rose. Really! Don’t worry about daft old me.”

“Yeah, but you really seem off,” Rose argues.

“Do I?” the Doctor asks; when her eyes slide down toRose’s lips again, she slaps herself in the face. “I feel fine to me!” shesays, wincing only a little bit.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Rose demands.

“Nothing. No reason. It’s just side effects of thedrug, that’s all.”

“But you said there weren’t any side effects—”

“Well, I was wrong, wasn’t I?” the Doctor snaps.

Eyes widening, Rose plants her hands on her hips.“Funny, I didn’t see anything on the label about a side effect of being mean.”

“Yes, well, the manufacturers of this particularpharmaceutical likely never had to deal with anyone as bloody damn distractingas you,” the Doctor shoots back.

She watches as coolness settles over Rose’s face,hiding her feelings like a mask. Guilt instantly starts roiling in her guts.

“Fine,” says Rose, her voice clipped. “I guess I’lljust leave you to your delicate work,then. God knows I would hate to distractyou any further.”

Turning on her heel, Rose flounces away, disappearingdown one of the TARDIS’s many corridors. The moment she’s out of sight, theDoctor heaves a frustrated sigh.

Amake-up kiss would solve things nicely says a hopeful littlevoice in her head.

The Doctor answers that with another slap.

***

When Rose doesn’t answer her knocks at the door, theDoctor pushes it open to find her sitting on her bed, arms crossed, eyesglaring, lips turned down in a pout.

(Bet I couldkiss that pout away, the Doctor thinks, and her toes curl in her boots.)

“Well?” demands Rose. “Are you done?”

“Like I said, can’t fix it right now,” the Doctorreplies. “My brain’s gone…elsewhere. We’re stuck for a bit until the drug wearsoff. I can’t give the conduits the attention they need.”

“Why? Am I so distracting that I’m bothering you evenway back here?”

Yes,is what the Doctor thinks. A second later, she’s surprised to register thatit’s exactly what she said, too.

This time, Rose doesn’t bother to hide the hurt thatflits across her face. The Doctor half-expects another barb to be flung herway—it’s no less than what she deserves—so she’s surprised when Rose draws herknees up to her chest, like she’s trying to make herself as small as possible.

“I’m sorry,” Rose mumbles. “I’ll try to do better.”

Something seizes uncomfortably in the Doctor’s chest,creeps up to strangle her throat. The urge to reach out to Rose, to soothe herbruised feelings, battles mightily with her instincts to take advantage of thisway out. They’ve wrapped the topic up in a nice little bundle, brought thecircle to completion, and tomorrow, things will go back to normal, the way theyalways are—walls thick and strong and solidly back in place. No more thingsalmost-done or words almost-spoken or lips almost-kissed.

Theway it always is, the Doctor tells herself with an inwardsigh. The way it has to be.

Those walls are in place for a reason.

She turns to leave, to give Rose a little space andtake some time to clear her head, purge this gods-forsaken drug out of hersystem, but she finds she can’t move any further. Her feet don’t want to takeher out of Rose’s bedroom, don’t want to leave their spots on the floor.Strangely, the rest of her body doesn’t seem to, either.

The Doctor tuts impatiently. “Not your fault,” shesays, her voice gruff. (That’ll work, right? Maybe that will be good enough tosmooth things over without admitting…other things.)

Rose shrugs. “It’s okay, Doctor. I was asking too manyquestions.”

“No such thing, Rose Tyler,” says the Doctor with agrin. Rose responds with a small smile of her own and that’s no good, that’s nogood at all, because the movement draws the Doctor’s gaze down to her lips onceagain—it’s just the movement, just the motion of them, she swears.

Doesn’texplain why you were thinking of kissing her before you took that drug, her brain sayshelpfully; the Doctor tells her brain, in no uncertain terms, exactly how manyways it can sod itself.

“Doctor?” Rose asks cautiously, and the Doctor hatesthat she’s the reason for the hesitation in her voice. “Are you okay, though?Really?”

“Really,” the Doctor says with a curt nod. “Nothing alittle downtime won’t fix.”

Wordlessly, Rose scoots over on her bed, making roomfor the Doctor. When the Doctor doesn’t move, too transfixed by the sight ofRose, in a bed, creating space for her in that very same bed, Rose pats themattress next to her. Discomfited, the Doctor opens her mouth to generate someexcuse or another, but at the hopeful look in Rose’s eyes, she quickly cavesin.

Just when did she allow herself to become so easilywrapped around Rose’s finger? (More importantly, why doesn’t she mind?)

The Doctor sits stiffly on the edge of Rose’s bed, herleather jacket squeaking with every movement. She doesn’t crawl into the bednext to Rose, but she does at least angle her body toward her—seems like itwould be weird, otherwise.

“So,” says Rose, her hands fidgeting nervously. “Thedrug was a bust? You couldn’t focus on anything after all?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” the Doctor grunts.

“But if you couldn’t focus on the conduit thing, whatdid you end up thinking about?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Rose nods, draws her knees closer to her chest.“Sorry, I’m being nosy again.”

“Can’t really be nosy when it’s got to do with you.”

Rose’s eyes widen, and only then does the Doctor realizewhat she said.

Damn. Doublebloody damn.

“I mean,” she starts to say, but what exactly shemeans, her tongue fails to elaborate. “It’s just—see, the thing is—you werejust—”

Oh, she should go. She really, really should. Shouldhave left a long time ago. Probably shouldn’t even have come in here. Probablynever should have ever returned to Earth in the first place, probably shouldhave avoided the Milky Way altogether—

“A distraction,” Rose supplies, but she doesn’t lookupset this time. Instead, she looks…thoughtful. Like she’s figuring somethingout.

Double bloody damn, indeed.

A slow, knowing smile creeps over Rose’s face. “Sowhen you took that drug,” she says, her eyes lighting up with the promise ofmischief, “you weren’t thinking about the conduits at all.”

The Doctor shakes her head. “No.”

“You were thinking about me?” Rose asks, as if she canhardly believe it.

Clearing her throat, the Doctor adjusts her jacket, justfor the sake of giving her hands something to do. “We travel together,” shesays, looking around the room at anything but Rose. “S’only natural you’d crossmy mind every once in a while.”

“Why were you thinking about me?”

The Doctor frowns. “Reasons.”

“What were you thinking, specifically?”

Now the Doctor glares at her properly, but Rose doesn’tseem even remotely deterred. In fact, if anything, she seems even moreinterested. Positively intrigued.

“You’ve got a lot of questions, haven’t you?” shemutters. “Too many questions.”

Rose’s grin widens. “No such thing—right?”

The Doctor scowls. Grinning ear-to-ear, Rose scoots backover on the bed, until she and the Doctor sit only inches apart, nearlytouching.

“Doctor,” Rose says, her voice teasing, “What were youthinking about me?”

She knows she should answer—a lie would dobeautifully; yes, a lie is just the ticket, the perfect reset button, anexcellent method of restoring the status quo, and one sits perched on the tipof her tongue just now, just waiting—but her gaze flickers down to Rose’s lipsonce again—perfect and plump and so, so close, certainly close enough for akiss; she’s fairly certain she remembers how, even if it has been a century ortwo—and maybe Rose hasn’t just got her own gravity, she’s got her ownchronology, too, because time certainly seems to be slowing, crawling by atsuch a glacial pace that the Doctor can make out each and every nanometer ofblush that blooms across Rose’s cheeks—

Before she knows it, the Doctor has swallowed the lie.

“Huh,” says Rose softly, with the air of someone whojust figured out something very important, and panic seizes the Doctor’sthroat. Time to bail, she thinks; it’s too late to quit while she’s ahead (shefell behind a long, long time ago, practically the second one Rose Tyler setfoot on this ship) but surely it’s not too late to cut at least some of her losses. If nothing else,maybe she can salvage a shred of her dignity. She would settle for twenty,maybe fifteen percent of her dignity.

But Rose moves just a little closer still, her eyestraveling over the Doctor’s face, landing on her lips, and the Doctor suddenlyforgets what dignity even is.

(Of course she knows that Rose has feelings for her;the Doctor isn’t that daft. She’s goteyes and ears, hasn’t she? But somehow she never let herself think—or hope—thatRose might have feelings for her.)

There are a thousand reasons why the Doctor shouldn’tdo this, but all of those reasons flutter out of her head the second Rosebridges the distance between them and gently presses her lips to the Doctor’s.

Instinctively, the Doctor stiffens, every muscle inher body going as rigid as a block of concrete. But her eyes still shutterclosed, her hands fist in the bedclothes, her hearts hammer painfully againstthe walls of her ribcage. Rose is so soft, so wonderfully warm, all pressed upagainst her shoulder as she tilts her head for a better angle. And her lips—well,the Doctor doesn’t like to wax poetical (she much prefers prose, she does), buther lips are the stuff dreams are made of, all tender and sweet and silky-smoothand just the littlest bit wet when they part at the end. The Doctor doesn’tbelieve in heaven, but if she did, she would believe it felt like this.

Rose pulls back with her eyes closed and cheeks pink.Gaze cast shyly downward, she asks in a quiet voice, “Was that okay?”

Playing for time, the Doctor licks her lips. (Horriblyineffective strategy, because she tastes Rose there, and that just makes herwant more.)

“I mean, for the hyperfocus thing,” Rose sayscarefully. “Like, did it help with that?”

Rose is giving her another out, the Doctor realizes.She can play this all off as drug-addled nonsense, if she so chooses. It’sanother chance to go back to normal, to pretend nothing ever happened, toreturn to life as she knew it before—a little sad at times, perhaps, isolatedand alone behind her walls, but safe. Resolutely, blessedly safe.

The Doctor’s eyes stray back down to Rose’s lips. Thisis it. Take that lifeline. Take thatchance—

She tilts Rose’s chin upward and presses a kiss to hermouth; it’s short and firm but it’s sweet and it leaves absolutely no room fordoubt.

“Oh, Rose Tyler,” she murmurs when they part, herthumb stroking Rose’s jawline. “Not even a little bit.”

Rose’s lips curl up in a smile; it might be one of themost beautiful things the Doctor has ever seen.

***

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[dimensionhoppingrose]

I love how you really give depths to the characters you write. Also, you always have amazing, compelling storylines that stay engaging even after the third or fourth readthrough!

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I’m pretty sure one of the best things to be told is that a story holds up after so many readthroughs. THANK YOU

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[perfectlyrose]

@hermitinthetardis replied to your post “so guess who’s written over 2k of the fem!eight/rose memory loss...”

EEEEEEEEEEEKKKK

the total word count on the sequel is already over 3k so it’s definitely going to be at least twice as long as the first installment

(i’m actually thinking about taking what i have now and posting a chapter and then writing the rest of it as chapter two. idk, we’ll see how i feel about that in the morning and if there’s actually enough left in the story to justify it being two chapters :) )

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@hermitinthetardis replied to your post “my mother was already not looking forward to bill because she’s racist...”

Yup I can't wait to watch the new season with my homophobic family and hear all the comments about how ridiculous it is that those gays keep getting forced into everything.

this is why I don’t watch things with my family anymore lmao

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hermitinthetardis replied to your post “Well… my fem!Ten stories never seem to be very popular. Great...”

OH MY GOODNESS PLEASE OH PLEASE WRITE IT!! MY SOUL YEARNS FOR MORE FEMSLASH!!! I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE!!

travelingrose replied to your post “Well… my fem!Ten stories never seem to be very popular. Great...”

YES PLEASE WRITE IT WHATEVER IT IS MY HEART CRAVES FOR FEMSLASH AND I'D LOVE YOU FOREVER *sounds excited*

It’s a soulmate AU and YES I WILL WRITE IT! I have started already :D I just need a bit more time... and a title, haha.

[thedoctorofsteel]

Aww thank you so much @hermitinthetardis! It does look better now! I appreciate this so much :3 seriously I love tips and constructive criticism! (and of course encouragement) You're wonderful.

[exuberantoctopus]

blog update!: i’m thinking of changing my URL to something more fandom-neutral because I’m definitely straying away from posting just doctor who. If you are coming back here from the future, this is the post reassuring you that the blog you are following is indeed the blog formerly known as hermitinthetardis. What it’ll be in the next hour is something you, a future being, know better than I.

[loup-malin]

hermitinthetardis replied to your panorama “Well look at that! I’m done! (I feel like I should be way more excited...”

YAY!!!! GOOD JOB!

Thanks so much, sweetie! I can’t believe it’s over!!

[ofstormsandwolves]

hermitinthetardis replied to your photoset: I was tagged by @megabadbunny to do a redraw...

this is so nice!! you’ve really improved with the facial structure and i love the forms in the sweater!

thank you dear! Yeah, I wasn't really expecting to get the jawline right because the last time I used my sketchpad I couldn't do it, but I think I've definitely improved!

[skillwiththequill]

i just wanna watch girls kiss why is life so hard

[dimensionhoppingrose]

Ooh Ooh I wish you would write more femslash (esp. Clara x Rose and Fem!Doctor x Rose), not because you don't write a wonderful amount of it, but because I can never get enough of your awesome writing!

I always want to write more, it’s just the motivation. I need more of it XD

[perfectlyrose]

✿! Always spot on!

as;kldjfalsdkfj THANKS!! that honestly means the world to me!

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