I apologize for the lack of post the last two days, I've been on the road and not connected to the internet. On Monday I'm going to France and I'm not sure how much internet access I'll have there, but I'll try to post as often as I can!
Without further ado, I give you today's rec:
Author: Kate Andrews
Warnings: Explicit sex, mild drug use
Word Count: 5570
Author's Summary: There was, as it turned out, a handful of only slightly bruised rose petals hiding down the front of her knickers.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Rose,
Continuing the sex theme, I give you my absolute favorite sex fic, my go-to-fic, as it were.. It's a wonderful one-shot set in Amsterdam, and features in the author's words "explicit, slightly kinky sex" which means the Doctor and Rose shag in public on one of Amsterdam's many bridges. Guess what I was thinking about when I was in Amsterdam in April!
Petals is a bit like those photographs that are so sharp and detailed that they seem almost otherwordly. I'd call it magical realism except there's nothing remotely magical about it, but somehow it feels almost like a dream.
Kate Andrews has a very plain, no-nonsense writing style, she describes everything inexquisite detail but lets the reader draw his or her own conclusions on the feelings and thoughts of the characters' actions. A true masterpiece in the art of "show, don't tell."
Go read and give her some love.
She approached, bit the strawberry he held up for her, then opened her hand and sprinkled the petals next to his plate.
He chewed and swallowed the remainder of his mouthful. Then he rinsed his mouth out with champagne, selected a petal with great care and smiled up at her as he put it on his tongue.
"You're not supposed to--" She cut herself off and just shook her head. After draining her champagne flute and watching him savor the rose petal for far longer than was necessary, she said, "It's like traveling with a two-year-old. Must you put everything in your mouth?"
He nodded, tongue still obviously moving inside his mouth.
"Those are from in my knickers, by the way," she said.
He swallowed. "I can tell. Well, I know they were in someone's knickers, I hoped yours." He reached for another.
She swept the pile off the table. "You're--I'd say perverted, but maybe this is normal for your race."
He looked down wistfully at the petals on the floor, then picked up a crispy strip of bacon. "One of the benefits of being the last of my kind. I am the norm." He took a bite, crunched, and swallowed. "I am the mean, the median and the mode."
She sat and picked a strawberry from the bowl. Then she dipped it in the melting whipped cream and licked that off. She did it again because it was good stuff, real whipped heavy cream, sweet and buttery. Third time, she finally sunk her teeth in and when she opened her eyes, the Doctor was just sitting there, staring at her, coffee cup motionless at his lips. "What?"
He took a gulp, then said, "Nothing at all."
She wiped her mouth and stole a piece of toast from his plate. "Were you a pervert?"
"I've had my moments." He finished the bacon and poured more champagne for himself and for her. "Come to think of it, I've had my incarnations." He made eye contact with her and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.