fic tennis: second match!

allrightfine:

Now that it’s been a few days since gallifreyburning and I successfully completed one round of fic tennis, it’s time for another one! (Clearly we find this entertaining, or we wouldn’t be doing it, but if you do not and would like to spare yourself, savior “fic tennis.”)

It’s my turn to serve to her, so:

gallifreyburning:

Rose asked the Doctor to meet her for some shopping over lunch. They’d done it before, mostly to buy him clothes, a process he tolerated with great patience. Partially because he was just vain enough to enjoy preening in front of the changing room mirrors, partially because he had created a game for himself where he tried to lure Rose into the changing room, claiming he needed an opinion on whether a certain pair of trousers were too tight. After a bit of hot breath and kissing and friction, the trousers were inevitably too tight.

So shopping over lunch wasn’t new, and the Doctor showed up with his usual bright enthusiasm – visions of changing rooms and Rose and full-length mirrors dancing in his head. He wasn’t expecting to be dragged to a fabric store.

“Drapes, Doctor. For the living room. If you’re going to institute Naked Wednesday Night, we’re going to have to take some precautions.”

Suddenly, the Doctor’s head went right back to Krop Tor. To “You’ll have to get a house, with carpet and drapes. You’ll have to get a morrrrt-gage.”

He felt strangely short of breath, panic clawing at his stomach. “I … just realized, I … was supposed to meet Pete today. To talk about that paperwork … for the Torchwood … thing.” 

allrightfine:

Rose squinted at him, cocking her head in a way that made the Doctor feel like – oh, she knows.

After a long moment of fidgeting under her scrutiny, he watched as she seemed to come to a decision.

“That’s all right,” she said. “Only I’ve just realized – we promised Tony that superhero cape, probably don’t have time to look at cape fabric anddrapes fabric.”

The Doctor felt his heart slow to a calmer rhythm, the hot flush across the back of his neck dissipating. He nodded at her to continue.

“Tony’s obviously more important, so if you have to leave, I can handle it on my own. Drapes can wait a while.”

Now that this trip was no longer about window coverings, he decided it was safe to blow off his fake meeting with Pete, made up as it was.

“No, no, I took the measurements after all, don’t need you buying a cape he’ll be swimming in. That’s a right danger, that is. Or too short! Nothing like try to fight off an evil villain while he’s laughing at your wardrobe choices. Trust me, I’d know.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I thought the trainers and suit thing worked for you,” and she turned on her heel toward more child-friendly fabrics.

“I wasn’t talking about this me! Rose! Rose –”

gallifreyburning:

“S’fine, Doctor,” Rose interrupted brusquely. She yanked a bolt of fabric off the shelf, grey flannel with a yellow bat-shaped symbol woven into it. “Was it Batman? Was that what Tony wanted?”

“Hulk,” the Doctor replied, tugging at the neck of his shirt out of nervous habit. He wasn’t wearing the suit – today it was jeans and a long-sleeved sweater. He had a yearning for those pinstripes at the moment, though. They were his armor, and he definitely felt in need of some protection.

Rose was staring at him, left eyebrow arched in disbelief. “The Hulk doesn’t wear a cape.”

He shrugged and shook his head. “The whims of a child are difficult to understand, Rose. Logic just doesn’t apply.”

For some reason, she smirked and giggled. “Oh, Doctor. Tell me about it.”

“I have the distinct feeling I should be offended,” he said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, but she’d already turned her back and continued down the aisle toward a bolt of green fabric, so he couldn’t see her expression.

The Doctor was disappointed to learn that fabric stores didn’t have changing rooms. In the parking lot, Rose put the yards of green cotton/polyester blend in his hands and gave him a peck on the cheek. She hopped in her car without a look back and was gone.

#fic tennis #This is so much more entertaining than my REAL work #Can we figure out a way to get paid for this? #Professional fanfic tennis players #SEEMS LEGIT #As long as I get to be Agassi because I like to throw my laptop across the room in a rage when I make a grammar mistake #And it gets reblogged before I notice and fix it

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