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:
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.”
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.
The Doctor saw with perfect clarity that there was going to come a time when she was going to have to explain to him...
tennis!!Their first go