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Rose slowly surfaced from slumber and tried to reorient herself.

A window. So she wasn't on the TARDIS.

A small, restrictive bed. No, that wasn't right. An arm was draped across her chest, a hand cupping her breast. Another arm was flung across her upper leg, the hand resting snugly between her thighs. As other parts of her body started to stir, Rose recalled her whereabouts with a smile.

The political circumstances of the planet saw changed since the Doctor's last visit. The current matriarchy had Rose keeping her pair of concubines firmly in hand. She really liked this planet.


dw100challenge #163: treacle


( 1 howl — talk to the wolf )
8th Sep, 2007 02:56 (UTC)
Lol omnisexual Rose. So were they both males, or she go for a matched pair ?
( 1 howl — talk to the wolf )