March 24th, 2013

In Bed

Rec: "The Last First Time"

Playing a bit of catch up here and posting twice today. When I signed up to rec this week months back, I didn't count on RL chaos getting in the way. ;)

Story: The Last First Time
Author: Value Turtle
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 21,823
Author's Summary: How many times does he have to walk away from her? This time, he's decided, he's going to at least buy her chips first.
Characters/Pairings: Rose Tyler/The Doctor (10th)
Warnings: Explicit Sex

Recced because: There's something particularly fun to me about stories where the Doctor goes back and meets Rose earlier in her timeline. This is a particularly smutty one, and the author writes brilliantly gorgeous, hot sex scenes...and isn't afraid to make them realistically awkward, either. The story's a bit funny, a bit bittersweet, and more than a bit guh-worthy. The Doctor's glimpses at possible time lines add to the mounting sexual tension of the story, and the development of Rose and the Doctor's relationship over the course of the night is absolutely brilliant--flirty, playful, and just a bit uncertain, with a side of magnetic attraction thrown in for good measure.

A side note: If you're an American reader like me, you may be a bit thrown by the use of single quotation marks for dialogue, but it's definitely worth acclimating to.


Oh, this was a bad idea. A really bad idea. The worst idea, really, and he was no stranger to meddling where he shouldn't and getting all mixed up in events. He flicked a glance at the TARDIS but she was giving him the equivalent of the cold shoulder: she was on emergency power and was ignoring any attempts to communicate with her. She'd already said enough, anyway, with the deluge of horrific images she'd sent to him over their telepathic link. Images of this slightly tipsy, slightly vulnerable Rose Tyler meeting a myriad of violent and bloody ends: stepping off the kerb and being hit by a car; slipping in the bathroom and cracking her skull; having her stomach pumped in the early hours of the morning but it being too late; a terrifying montage of men who wished her harm in such inventive ways he nearly swore off the human race as a whole. He'd scrambled at the timelines he could see — not nearly as many as the TARDIS, but usually far more plausible — and he'd seen the paradoxes he'd imagined would be there, but he also saw many occasions of only faint confusion on Rose's face when he regenerated, no more than he'd expect from being confronted with the process for the first time. He forced himself to suffer through at least twenty iterations that ended with the awful scene on the beach with her in his clone's arms and his hearts breaking before deciding that maybe, perhaps, just possibly interacting with an 18-year-old Rose Tyler might not cause the universe to implode.

The TARDIS had hummed happily and sent him one last image, that of himself curled around Rose in her childhood bedroom, covered in a tatty old quilt and not much else. His eyes had widened and he'd felt his stomach drop, his body not reacting well to arousal and foreboding and anticipation so keen it hurt like a blade. His ship had promptly powered down at that point, and he had turned around to face the best/worst scenario time and space could have cooked up for him.

Jack Bond

Rec: "a knife inside me"

Story: a knife inside me
Author: Lady Mercury
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 430
Author's Summary: I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Characters/Pairings: Amy Pond, River Song/Mels, Rory Williams
Warnings: Implied violence and discussion of death.

Recced because: It's an exceptionally chilling look into the mind of a girl bred to kill. It's an unnerving reminder that, as much as we may love her, River Song wasn't kidding when she called herself a psychopath. It's not a happy story, by any stretch of the imagination, and it's a bit unsettling, but in that way, it's a perfect fit for the character and her circumstances. It's well written and insightful, and we need more Mels-centric stories in the universe.


The teachers at school said she never did her homework, never bothered to practice. Well. That just wasn’t true. Mels was doing homework all the time, practicing to be something bigger, something better, schooling herself to channel cold like steel.

When she broke Shanna Poggit’s favorite doll, that was homework, was practice.

When she took the shining Year Three pet goldfish home for the weekend, and it never came back: practice.

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