Title: Sparks in the Sky
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: PG-13
Table: VRD challenge - Pink, 5_prompts
Prompt: Pink fireworks
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor looked up as he and Peter exited the restaurant they'd been in, surprised to see a burst of bright fireworks lighting up the night sky. When had those started? He couldn't remember having seen fireworks on the other occasions he'd been here in Vegas.

Or maybe he simply hadn't noticed them, he told himself. Being with Peter had opened his eyes to so many things in the world that he had looked right past before; there was something about seeing the world through his lover's eyes that made him notice more of what was around him.

Peter looked up as another rocket of fireworks flew into the sky, exploding in a shower of red and green. "It looks like Christmas up there!" he laughed, squeezing the Doctor's hand. "I didn't expect Vegas to look this festive at this time of year."

The Doctor nodded, smiling as he watched the sparks dissipate in the night sky. "It's only the middle of August," he said, his brow wrinkling in thought. "That isn't any sort of a special occasion that I don't know about, is it? Am I missing something?"

"Not that I know of," Peter told him, looking confused. "I don't think Americans celebrate any kind of holiday at this time of year. But I could be wrong. At least the fireworks are pretty -- even if they are a bit loud for my taste."

"What, you're not used to hearing loud noises in your line of work?" the Doctor laughed, pulling Peter close to him as they made their way down the street toward their hotel. "All those gunshots going off all around you. I'd have thought this would be nothing."

"Ah, you forget that I was a Detective Inspector. I carried a gun, yes, but I rarely ever had occasion to use it," Peter corrected him. "And I wouldn't have liked to, anyway. The few times I did, it left a bad taste in my mouth. Senseless violence has never appealed to me."

The Doctor nodded, understanding exactly what Peter meant. He'd been relieved to find out early in their relationship that his boyfriend disliked guns as much as he did; it always bothered him when anyone he was close to had any sort of fascination with them.

"Then we have a mutual dislike of guns -- and violence," he murmured, jumping as another burst came from the fireworks. "Those lights are very pretty -- but the noise is getting to me," he said, making a face. "I think we sould get to the hotel as quickly as possible."

"I agree," Peter said, sliding an arm around his waist and guiding him through the crowd. Unfortunately, they would have to get closer to the fireworks to get to their hotel, even though they were nowhere near where the explosions were being set off.

As they headed down the street, the fireworks continued to be shot into the sky, lighting up the night with their bright colors and loud noises. The Doctor couldn't keep himself from jumping a little every time one of the explosions rocked the air, making Peter pull him closer.

"The lovely colours aren't worth the noise, are they?" he asked, looking sympathetic. "I know they're a pain in the arse, Doctor. We'll hardly hear them when we get to our room -- even though I do think the window of our front room overlooks the street."

The Doctor shook his head, stopping in his tracks and looking up at the sky. The last few fireworks had fizzled out, and there was nothing but darkness overhead, sprinkled with a few glittering stars. He stood still, waiting for the next firework to roar into the blackness.

To his surprise, it didn't. He wondered if the display was over for the night; he almost hoped that it was, even though he had decided that he wanted to stand here and make himself watch and listen. He needed to get past his initial reaction of flinching at the explosions.

After a few moments, he could hear the whine of another firework being shot into the sky; within seconds, it shattered the sky with what appeared to be a thousand glittering sparks that formed a pink heart in the night sky, a heart that seemed to hang in the velvet blackness.

The Doctor blinked, his eyes widening. It almost felt as though that heart had been put there for himself and Peter; this was a trip down memory lane of sorts for them, coming here to Vegas and going back to the place where they'd first met.

Peter's voice was soft in his ear; he barely realized that his lover was speaking to him at first. "Now, if that's not tailor-made for us, I don't know what is." He pressed a kiss against the Doctor's cheek, his voice soft and husky. "Those sparks in the sky could be just for us, love."

The Doctor could only nod in response, his gaze staying on the sparkling color of the fireworks. The pink was dazzlingly bright against the velvet of the night, the heart so perfectly shaped it seemed as though it had been formed by an artist's careful hand.

"It's almost as though this was meant just for us, isn't it?" the Doctor murmured, watching as the bright pink heart began to dissipate. It faded from view slowly, as if it was reluctant to relinquish the sky to the explosion of bright color that was sure to follow it.

The Doctor turned away from the display as the heart faded, to realize that Peter was watching him rather than the fireworks, a small smile curving his lips. Before he could say a word, his lover had pulled him close and captured his lips in a slow, seductive kiss that enveloped his senses.

When their lips parted, the Doctor almost had to cling to Peter to stay on his feet. His mouth felt almost bruised; he was sure that his knees had turned to water from the force of that kiss. And all he could think about was getting back to their room so that Peter could kiss him like that again.

"Those sparks in the sky seem to have raised some sparks between us," Peter whispered into his ear as yet another explosion of fireworks lit up the night. But neither of them noticed the new display of lights across the sky; they were too engrossed in each other.

Peter was looking at him as though there was no other sight in the world; the expression in those dark eyes was somewhere between love and desire, a mixture of the two emotions that made the Doctor catch his breath, unable to look away.

"Let's get to our room and make our own kind of sparks," he whispered, gratified to see the desire in his lover's eyes sharpening. He let Peter lead him through the crowd, the two of them quickly making their way to their hotel with the same purpose in each of their minds.

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