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Doctor Who: Sufganiyot Step Three: Frying Them Up
Title: Sufganiyot Step Three: Frying Them Up
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer:You know who it does belong to, and that I am not on that list.
Summary:The Doctor and Rose spend a late night making doughnuts.
Rose pressed the rim of a glass into the flour and gave it a gentle turn to coat it well. Taking a few steps to the left, she stood over the smooth flat dough the Doctor had rolled out only moments before. With a gentle twist, she cut the first circle of dough out and dropped it on the floured chopping board beside the cooker.
The Doctor grinned as he bumped her lightly with his hip knocking off her next cut. She laughed and bumped him back. His hand swung back slightly and struck the handle of the pan making it wobble slightly.
“Careful, we don’t want a repeat of the Latke Incident,” Rose teased as she passed him another perfect little circle. “I don’t think the kitchen has even fully recovered from that.”
He laughed and dropped the first few circles into the oil. “I know the blender hasn’t.”
“Poor blender,” Rose consoled the cupboard above her head before turning a smile to the Doctor and stating, “It must be scarred for life.”
“The very thought of onions and potatoes must terrify it.”
Cutting a few quick circles, she paused and looked with longing at the bubbling oil, remembering the warm taste of potato pancakes. Even with the fire and the mess, the latkes had really turned out quite well. “You know… potatoes and onions sound really good right about now.”
Carefully draining the oil from the new little puffs of bread the Doctor set them on a plate and began dropping the new little rounds of dough into the pan. “One craving at a time please.”
“Tell that to my stomach.”
The Doctor leaned over and lifted the hem of Rose’s top. Placing a cool palm against her belly, he spoke to her navel. “One craving at a time.”
Rose shoved him playfully as he straightened back up. “You are ridiculous.”
Without another word, he turned to give her the same cheeky smile she gave him more times than he could count, though he looked more foolish than she did cute with his tongue between his teeth.
Merely swatting at him, Rose went back to pressing the cup into the warm dough. They weren’t going to cut themselves out after all.
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer:You know who it does belong to, and that I am not on that list.
Summary:The Doctor and Rose spend a late night making doughnuts.
Rose pressed the rim of a glass into the flour and gave it a gentle turn to coat it well. Taking a few steps to the left, she stood over the smooth flat dough the Doctor had rolled out only moments before. With a gentle twist, she cut the first circle of dough out and dropped it on the floured chopping board beside the cooker.
The Doctor grinned as he bumped her lightly with his hip knocking off her next cut. She laughed and bumped him back. His hand swung back slightly and struck the handle of the pan making it wobble slightly.
“Careful, we don’t want a repeat of the Latke Incident,” Rose teased as she passed him another perfect little circle. “I don’t think the kitchen has even fully recovered from that.”
He laughed and dropped the first few circles into the oil. “I know the blender hasn’t.”
“Poor blender,” Rose consoled the cupboard above her head before turning a smile to the Doctor and stating, “It must be scarred for life.”
“The very thought of onions and potatoes must terrify it.”
Cutting a few quick circles, she paused and looked with longing at the bubbling oil, remembering the warm taste of potato pancakes. Even with the fire and the mess, the latkes had really turned out quite well. “You know… potatoes and onions sound really good right about now.”
Carefully draining the oil from the new little puffs of bread the Doctor set them on a plate and began dropping the new little rounds of dough into the pan. “One craving at a time please.”
“Tell that to my stomach.”
The Doctor leaned over and lifted the hem of Rose’s top. Placing a cool palm against her belly, he spoke to her navel. “One craving at a time.”
Rose shoved him playfully as he straightened back up. “You are ridiculous.”
Without another word, he turned to give her the same cheeky smile she gave him more times than he could count, though he looked more foolish than she did cute with his tongue between his teeth.
Merely swatting at him, Rose went back to pressing the cup into the warm dough. They weren’t going to cut themselves out after all.