Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ross Jenkins
Fandom: Doctor Who
Table: VRD challenge - Blue, 5_prompts
Prompt: Blue skies
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Ross Jenkins, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***Ross lay back in the thick green grass, looking up at the sky above him and sighing. He'd missed this; he had seen so many different colors of sky on other planets since he'd been with the Doctor, but none of them were more beautiful than the azure sky of his home planet.
Not that he would want to stay here, he told himself hastily. He wanted to be with the Doctor, no matter where the Time Lord might happen to go; his place was by the side of the man he was falling in love with. There was nowhere else he would rather be.
But there were times when he missed Earth. He didn't miss being a soldier, not really. It had been a life of duty and sometimes of deprivation; he had gotten tired of being yelled at, of being expected to enslave himself to a life of sacrifice.
He would have continued to do that for as long as he'd had to. There were compensations that had made the life of a soldier one worth living -- and he loved his country and his planet. He would protect them as best he could, in any way that he could.
Still, he would have a better chance of doing that here with the Doctor than he would by being a soldier. He'd come to believe that wholeheartedly in the time he'd been with the Time Lord; that was a true belief, not just empty words that he tried to convince himself with.
They were getting closer and closer to becoming more intimate, even though it hadn't happened yet. Ross was sure that they were heading for that day very soon, and he was content to relax and wait for it. Patience had always been one of his better qualities.
What would it be like to lie here, in this lush green carpet of grass, and make love to the Doctor under the blue skies of Earth? Ross couldn't help but smile at the thought; there was something very romantic about the idea of making love to the Time Lord out here in the open.
Actually, the more he thought about it, the more that idea appealed to him. Ross wondered idly how the Doctor would feel about that; he might have issues with their first time together being out in the open, in a place that might not be overly comfortable.
The Time Lord would probably much prefer to make love in a bed, Ross told himself with an inward laugh -- and actually, so would he. Silken sheets and a fluffy mattress would be much more to his taste than the ground, no matter how pretty it was here.
Still .... there was something romantic about the blazing colors that were all around him. The emerald green of the grass, the bright viridian blue of the sky, the almost blindingly pure white of the clouds that scudded across that expanse of blue.
He opened his eyes as a shadow fell over him, smiling as he saw the Doctor standing there, looking down at him with a smile quirking those lips. Ross held out a hand, hoping the the Time Lord would sit down beside him and relax for a while.
The other man did just that; he lowered his long, lean body to the ground, sitting cross-legged next to the young man and taking the hand that Ross held out to him. Ross sat up, running his other hand through his hair as he did so.
"There's something romantic about looking up into a blue sky with fluffy clouds drifting through it, isn't there?" he murmured, at a loss for anything else to say. The words sounded stilted and awkward to his own ears; he wondered what the Doctor would reply to them.
"Yes, there is," the Time Lord said softly, lying back and crossing his arms behind his head as he stared up at the sky. "But I have to admit that I miss the burnt-orange skies of Gallifrey. They were so beautiful, Ross. I wish you could have seen them."
"But I can," Ross told him, his tone soft as he turned towards the Doctor and surveyed the long, lanky body stretched out beside him. "I can see it through your memories. And just from the descriptions you've given me, I kind of know what it was like."
The Doctor opened his eyes and smiled up at him, his expression wistful; Ross' breath caught in his throat as he took in the look on the Time Lord's face. Even the natural beauty all around them couldn't begin to compete with the beauty of that face, that smile.
This man had taken his breath away from the first moment they'd met, the first time Ross had laid eyes on him. Oh yes, he was falling in love, all right, he told himself, leaning closer to the Doctor, focused on those parted lips that seemed to be waiting for his kiss.
That kiss was sweeter than he'd ever imagined a kiss could be; his arms wrapped around the Doctor's waist, pulling the other man close against him. He never wanted this to end; he wanted to lie here in the grass forever, under these blue skies, with the Time Lord in his arms.
Ross lifted his head to look down at the Doctor, raising a hand to trace the outline of his upper lip. Was there any sight so beautiful in the entire universe? He didn't think so; he'd never seen anything as breathtakingly desirable as the man he was with.
Levering himself up on one elbow, he smiled down at the Time Lord, then looked up at the bright blue sky above them, squinting as a shaft of bright sunlight came out from behind the clouds. He knew where he wanted to be at this moment -- and it wasn't here.
As gorgeous as this day was, he wanted to be in bed with the Doctor. He could feel that this was the right time, the time they'd been patiently waiting for ever since he'd first stepped into the Tardis and had been swept away into the stars.
"Come on," he said softly, holding out a hand to the Doctor as he stood up and brushed the grass off his jeans. "It's beautiful here, but I think there's somewhere else we'd both rather be." He hoped that his instincts were right, and that the Doctor agreed with him.
To Ross' relief, the Time Lord, smiled and nodded, sitting up and sliding his hand into the younger man's grasp. The Gallifreyan was on his feet before Ross realized he'd gotten up; he couldn't help but admire the catlike grace that the Doctor possessed.
Slipping their arms around each other's waists, the two men turned their backs on the panorama of nature, moving back towards the Tardis as though they were one entity. And soon, Ross thought, his heartbeats quickening at the thought, that was just what they would be.
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