"Well, Mickey's nice," she said, struck by sudden honesty. "And Jack. Oh, would you like Jack to be your dad?" She ruffled his hair, which was tricky because he was moving to interesting places and this his hair was en route to those places along with the rest of him.
"I'm not sure, mum," he said, warming to calling her that and he coaxed her legs apart and slipped between them. "He seems nice enough, but he's a bit pretty."
Rose pouted. "And I'm not?" She was a bit scared by how normal this was all starting to seem.
"No, you're very pretty. I think," said the Doctor. "Oh, mum," he sighed, breath warming her inner thigh. "It's so strange to think that this is where I started life. Not here, precisely, but near enough. I want to make sweet and perfect love to you. Also if I don't I may never be born and then we'd have a terrible paradox on our hands."
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Date: 2006-04-15 12:28 am (UTC)*dies laughing at that last line*"Well, Mickey's nice," she said, struck by sudden honesty. "And Jack. Oh, would you like Jack to be your dad?" She ruffled his hair, which was tricky because he was moving to interesting places and this his hair was en route to those places along with the rest of him.
"I'm not sure, mum," he said, warming to calling her that and he coaxed her legs apart and slipped between them. "He seems nice enough, but he's a bit pretty."
Rose pouted. "And I'm not?" She was a bit scared by how normal this was all starting to seem.
"No, you're very pretty. I think," said the Doctor. "Oh, mum," he sighed, breath warming her inner thigh. "It's so strange to think that this is where I started life. Not here, precisely, but near enough. I want to make sweet and perfect love to you. Also if I don't I may never be born and then we'd have a terrible paradox on our hands."