Whofic: Let's Do It
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charameiThis week's theme appears to be smushy ace romance. Not that I'm complaining. I like my smushy ace romance, otherwise I wouldn't write so much of it :D
Title: Let's Do It
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, obviously; just count the tropes.
Characters/Pairings: Four/Romana II
Wordcount: 929
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.
Author's Note: Calls back to Lost in Translation, thematically speaking. Having read that isn't necessary to make sense of this, though.
Summary: The Doctor and Romana try to make sense of this 'romance' thing.
The Doctor had a book and a determined glint in his eye.
"Birds do it," he wheedled, pouting at her from across the console. "Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it, so why can't we give it a go?"
"Because we're Time Lords," Romana said, "not insects."
"It's an important part of the human experience!"
"Then find a human to try it with."
"I did," he said, and twiddled a knob sulkily. "She said I was doing it all wrong. Come on, where's your intellectual curiosity?"
Romana wasn't convinced that Great Romantic Tropes of Our Time was the best text to use to investigate human mating rituals, but what the hell. It all seemed reasonably harmless.
/\/\/\
Running along the (blue) beach at (green) sunset while holding hands was quite nice, although they probably weren't supposed to be being chased by giant slugs when it happened. Fortunately the slugs were slow and it turned out the sand was lethal to them, so at least she and the Doctor escaped un-slimed.
/\/\/\
The first kiss bore considerable scrutiny. Eventually they agreed on a verdict of 'all right, but slimy', and spent a happy week researching the possibility that human lips released endorphins under pressure, which was much more enjoyable than the kissing.
/\/\/\
Neither of them fancied oysters and chocolate in the same meal, but they were determined, so Romana broke the ingredients down into their component molecules and made them into a nice sensible soup.
The Doctor said it was the best reconstituted food he'd ever tasted, and accidentally set his scarf on fire with the candle.
/\/\/\
Cuddling was very pleasant, but they both knew that already.
/\/\/\
Romana prodded curiously at the large bouquet. "And what do I do with them now that you've given them to me?"
"I don't know." The Doctor shrugged. "Experiment on them?"
She took cuttings, got them to grow under five types of sunlight, discovered three new uses for Terran chlorophyll while she was at it, and wrote a paper.
/\/\/\
They'd done Paris already.
/\/\/\
Getting caught in the rain was harder than it sounded, especially when the TARDIS landed them in an arctic climate. Still, snow was on the list, too, so they dug in, made forts and pelted one another until they got too cold to carry on, which took about two days.
It was messy and damp and childish and fun and glorious, but it didn't make her want to mate with the Doctor as much as it made her want to get a snowball down the back of his scarf.
/\/\/\
The Doctor squinted up at the clouds scudding across the sky. "Look! A cirrus fibratus!"
"There's a cirrus uncinus over there," Romana said, and sighed. "These still aren't rain clouds."
"Maybe not, but at least we can tick cloud-watching off the list."
"Yes. You know, it's funny, but I've not met many humans who knew their meteorology that well..."
/\/\/\
Watching the Doctor sleep was far from thrilling. She caught him napping in the garden and took some notes, then wondered what he was dreaming about – apparently an important part of this ritual.
This was silly, she decided. She could easily find out, and doing so would be much more enjoyable and sociable than just sitting here watching. She laid down next to him, closed her eyes, and they shared a wonderful dream about custard threatening UNIT.
/\/\/\
The Dryneans hadn't had rain in three generations, thanks to a hydrophobic overlord with a primitive meteorological control device. The Doctor was gratified to learn that the overlord and all his minions melted when dampened, and had the machine producing a downpour in minutes.
"Now what?" Romana yelled over the rolling thunder.
He didn't know. So they stood there for a while, then went back to the TARDIS to dry off.
/\/\/\
There were no hearths in the TARDIS, so they built a roaring campfire in an empty room, found a decent vintage in the wine cellar, and toasted jelly babies.
Romana gazed thoughtfully at her pink sweet as it melted in the flames. "I take it that means we're in love now."
"Yes. We've done everything on the list."
"It's a lot of fuss for something so simple," she said. "I know it's not obvious for them, but can't they just tell one another?"
"Oh, they do." The Doctor tugged a melted orange mess from one of the prongs of his toasting fork and popped it into his mouth. "But, you know, they're not telepathic. They have to keep proving it."
"I see." Her jelly baby dropped off the fork and landed in the fire with a pop and a sizzle. Romana sighed. "So what do they do next?"
"Do you know, I've never had a satisfactory answer to that. It seems to be rather private."
"Oh." That was a shame, she thought. It would have been interesting to see this experiment to its proper conclusion.
"So I thought maybe we could cuddle and do some maths."
She beamed at him. "That would be delightful."
The Doctor grinned back. "Well, we are Time Lords."
Title: Let's Do It
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, obviously; just count the tropes.
Characters/Pairings: Four/Romana II
Wordcount: 929
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who; I'm just playing in the BBC's sandbox for fun and practice.
Author's Note: Calls back to Lost in Translation, thematically speaking. Having read that isn't necessary to make sense of this, though.
Summary: The Doctor and Romana try to make sense of this 'romance' thing.
The Doctor had a book and a determined glint in his eye.
"Birds do it," he wheedled, pouting at her from across the console. "Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it, so why can't we give it a go?"
"Because we're Time Lords," Romana said, "not insects."
"It's an important part of the human experience!"
"Then find a human to try it with."
"I did," he said, and twiddled a knob sulkily. "She said I was doing it all wrong. Come on, where's your intellectual curiosity?"
Romana wasn't convinced that Great Romantic Tropes of Our Time was the best text to use to investigate human mating rituals, but what the hell. It all seemed reasonably harmless.
Running along the (blue) beach at (green) sunset while holding hands was quite nice, although they probably weren't supposed to be being chased by giant slugs when it happened. Fortunately the slugs were slow and it turned out the sand was lethal to them, so at least she and the Doctor escaped un-slimed.
The first kiss bore considerable scrutiny. Eventually they agreed on a verdict of 'all right, but slimy', and spent a happy week researching the possibility that human lips released endorphins under pressure, which was much more enjoyable than the kissing.
Neither of them fancied oysters and chocolate in the same meal, but they were determined, so Romana broke the ingredients down into their component molecules and made them into a nice sensible soup.
The Doctor said it was the best reconstituted food he'd ever tasted, and accidentally set his scarf on fire with the candle.
Cuddling was very pleasant, but they both knew that already.
Romana prodded curiously at the large bouquet. "And what do I do with them now that you've given them to me?"
"I don't know." The Doctor shrugged. "Experiment on them?"
She took cuttings, got them to grow under five types of sunlight, discovered three new uses for Terran chlorophyll while she was at it, and wrote a paper.
They'd done Paris already.
Getting caught in the rain was harder than it sounded, especially when the TARDIS landed them in an arctic climate. Still, snow was on the list, too, so they dug in, made forts and pelted one another until they got too cold to carry on, which took about two days.
It was messy and damp and childish and fun and glorious, but it didn't make her want to mate with the Doctor as much as it made her want to get a snowball down the back of his scarf.
The Doctor squinted up at the clouds scudding across the sky. "Look! A cirrus fibratus!"
"There's a cirrus uncinus over there," Romana said, and sighed. "These still aren't rain clouds."
"Maybe not, but at least we can tick cloud-watching off the list."
"Yes. You know, it's funny, but I've not met many humans who knew their meteorology that well..."
Watching the Doctor sleep was far from thrilling. She caught him napping in the garden and took some notes, then wondered what he was dreaming about – apparently an important part of this ritual.
This was silly, she decided. She could easily find out, and doing so would be much more enjoyable and sociable than just sitting here watching. She laid down next to him, closed her eyes, and they shared a wonderful dream about custard threatening UNIT.
The Dryneans hadn't had rain in three generations, thanks to a hydrophobic overlord with a primitive meteorological control device. The Doctor was gratified to learn that the overlord and all his minions melted when dampened, and had the machine producing a downpour in minutes.
"Now what?" Romana yelled over the rolling thunder.
He didn't know. So they stood there for a while, then went back to the TARDIS to dry off.
There were no hearths in the TARDIS, so they built a roaring campfire in an empty room, found a decent vintage in the wine cellar, and toasted jelly babies.
Romana gazed thoughtfully at her pink sweet as it melted in the flames. "I take it that means we're in love now."
"Yes. We've done everything on the list."
"It's a lot of fuss for something so simple," she said. "I know it's not obvious for them, but can't they just tell one another?"
"Oh, they do." The Doctor tugged a melted orange mess from one of the prongs of his toasting fork and popped it into his mouth. "But, you know, they're not telepathic. They have to keep proving it."
"I see." Her jelly baby dropped off the fork and landed in the fire with a pop and a sizzle. Romana sighed. "So what do they do next?"
"Do you know, I've never had a satisfactory answer to that. It seems to be rather private."
"Oh." That was a shame, she thought. It would have been interesting to see this experiment to its proper conclusion.
"So I thought maybe we could cuddle and do some maths."
She beamed at him. "That would be delightful."
The Doctor grinned back. "Well, we are Time Lords."
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Date: 2010-09-16 09:26 pm (UTC)This was lovely and made me giggle too. Giant slugs and experiments on bouquets of flowers and not-quite-toasted jelly babies and cuddles and maths feels so very right for a pair of Time Lords :)
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Date: 2010-09-16 10:17 pm (UTC)It is just very... right, somehow.
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Date: 2010-09-16 09:28 pm (UTC)How can I have just met you, and the first thing I read of yours is instantly one of my favorite fics ever? Where's your other fic? *Goes to find*
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Date: 2010-09-16 10:13 pm (UTC)I see by my inbox that you've found the other one already, too XD
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Date: 2010-09-16 09:29 pm (UTC)That is so them!
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Date: 2010-09-16 10:04 pm (UTC)Various parts of this* have been circulating in my head for so long, I'm delighted so many people are enjoying it.
*Four quoting Cole Porter, in particular. It reached the point where I was consistently hearing the entire song in Tom Baker's voice about three months ago.
EDIT: I just checked my Circle, and that's a lot of rec! Thanks again, this makes me insanely happy XD
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Date: 2010-09-16 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 09:33 pm (UTC)(here via my GF,
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Date: 2010-09-17 12:53 pm (UTC)What else is one supposed to do with a bunch of flowers, anyway?
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Date: 2010-09-16 11:29 pm (UTC)The Doctor said it was the best reconstituted food he'd ever tasted, and accidentally set his scarf on fire with the candle.
Heeee.
She took cuttings, got them to grow under five types of sunlight, discovered three new uses for Terran chlorophyll while she was at it, and wrote a paper.
*flail*
She laid down next to him, closed her eyes, and they shared a wonderful dream about custard threatening UNIT.
Awww.
"So what do they do next?"
"Do you know, I've never had a satisfactory answer to that. It seems to be rather private."
Of course.
"So I thought maybe we could cuddle and do some maths."
Perfect ending. Absolutely perfect.
The folks over at
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Date: 2010-09-17 12:57 pm (UTC)And thanks for the reminder about
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Date: 2010-09-17 05:34 am (UTC)(Here from dwfiction, if you like to keep track of that sort of thing.)
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Date: 2010-09-17 04:25 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm embarrassing, but I just SQUEED OUT LOUD HERE AT THE ADORABILITY.
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Date: 2010-09-17 09:41 pm (UTC)It's pretty much my dream romance too. I'm also ace and mostly aromantic, but if I could find someone to learn and play and cuddle with... that'd be wonderful.
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Date: 2010-09-17 09:45 pm (UTC)*laugh*
Date: 2010-09-18 07:19 am (UTC)Re: *laugh*
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Date: 2010-12-07 06:37 am (UTC)This is too funny - it's just so very Four-and-Romana. I think the custard dream and the her experiments on the bouquet of flowers were the most amusing for me.
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Date: 2010-12-07 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-07 03:37 pm (UTC)This is awesome and lovely. :D
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Date: 2010-12-07 03:46 pm (UTC)The worst thing about custard is that it's immune to bullets... XD
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Date: 2011-04-06 04:20 pm (UTC)Okay, friending now. (Or whatever the heck they call it over here. Still getting used to this place - I am the stickiest stick-in-the-mud that ever sticked, in some ways.)
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Date: 2011-04-06 04:24 pm (UTC)Yay, new friends! *adds you back*
(Not granting access, though: the only things I post under lock are intended solely for people I know IRL. Don't take it the wrong way.)
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Date: 2013-04-19 10:37 am (UTC)Forgive me for being nosy, but are you coming from a rec somewhere? Because Let's Do It in particular has been getting loads of random love recently, and it's both really cool and kind of weird XD
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Date: 2015-12-03 01:40 am (UTC)I've never come across aro fluff before -- I hadn't even realized that it was a thing that could exist -- but I think it's my new favourite thing.
"Lips releasing endorphins under pressure", heh. That... actually would make more sense to me, if it was true.