vendredi 24 novembre 2017

of sexual tension and shipping on the TARDIS

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he sexual tension hangs in the air thick and heavy and Jack feels like he is suffocating under its weight.

It's in the way the Doctor's larger hand splays across the entirety of Rose's back, lingering there until the last possible moment when fingertips just brush the thin cotton of her shirt.

It's in the shy gaze of Rose, timid and bold all at once, drinking the Doctor's body in because for once he's shed his heavy leather jacket and is tinkering quietly under the console.

It's in the way their hands brush constantly when they are out on adventures until someone finally caves and grabs the other's hand. Their hands and fingers intertwine, palm to palm and pulses racing.

Words: 1404, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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