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Pair of drabbles: Doctor Who
Titles: "Sweet", and "Bitter"
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Jack, Rose
Rating: Teen
Summary: Goes with Candy.
Sweet
The lad must be aware of the effect he has on people. On the Doctor.
Jack flirts with little glances, smiles fired off like projectiles. Very smooth. And very sincere.
When the Doctor doesn't want to resist anymore, he pulls Jack abruptly (gently) up, just long enough to take his mouth and let it go again, press himself against Jack's strong body, and savor his delicious shock. The way his hands clutch at the Doctor's shoulders.
It's wrong, a bad mistake, because he never touches his companions that way. But he won't regret it yet. Jack's lips were so sweet.
Bitter
Rose is too young, too innocent, and too human. The Doctor never lets himself forget all the reasons he's not allowed to want her.
He pauses outside her room one evening. The door is a heavy one, a solid barrier against him, but he can hear shrieks and giggles inside -- what are they doing in there? As if he couldn't guess. And he wonders at the hurt that he feels. He knows if he knocks, they'll ask him in.
He doesn't knock. He turns away, feeling his tongue curl behind his teeth and the longing in his hearts turn bitter.
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Characters: Ninth Doctor, Jack, Rose
Rating: Teen
Summary: Goes with Candy.
Sweet
The lad must be aware of the effect he has on people. On the Doctor.
Jack flirts with little glances, smiles fired off like projectiles. Very smooth. And very sincere.
When the Doctor doesn't want to resist anymore, he pulls Jack abruptly (gently) up, just long enough to take his mouth and let it go again, press himself against Jack's strong body, and savor his delicious shock. The way his hands clutch at the Doctor's shoulders.
It's wrong, a bad mistake, because he never touches his companions that way. But he won't regret it yet. Jack's lips were so sweet.
Bitter
Rose is too young, too innocent, and too human. The Doctor never lets himself forget all the reasons he's not allowed to want her.
He pauses outside her room one evening. The door is a heavy one, a solid barrier against him, but he can hear shrieks and giggles inside -- what are they doing in there? As if he couldn't guess. And he wonders at the hurt that he feels. He knows if he knocks, they'll ask him in.
He doesn't knock. He turns away, feeling his tongue curl behind his teeth and the longing in his hearts turn bitter.
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Tell me there will be more! You must fix!
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It's not impossible that there would be more. But they haven't told me what happens next.
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