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[iwasherefirst]

When; Timey wimey ball of nowish
Rating; R (maybe? We're being safe here)
Characters; Rose Tyler iwasherefirst The Doctor with the hair am_i_being_rude
Summary; Rose has been dying to watch the Doctor shave for months. Why? No one really knows.
Log;

Rose has been trying to catch the Doctor shaving for months now. It's more difficult than one might imagine because she sleeps so much and he sleeps so very little. He's got so much time around the flat to do mundane things like shave. She thinks it's also become something of a game, to shave when she's asleep or not there. In any case, he's been in the loo for a while now. She's paced by the door a few times and the shower is not on. It's also awfully quiet in there. While he could be doing something else, she's just got a feeling that he's shaving while she's there and purposely not letting her watch. How dare he?

She stops mid pace, moves over to the door and knocks on it. "You're doing it, aren't you? I'm right here and you're doing it!"

It's a very fortunate thing they don't have more room mates to think they're both insane.

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[am_i_being_rude]

...

Ooops?

Well okay, sure, for a while it was just accidental - it's not like he shaves... bizarrely, or feels the need to hide it. They just kept missing each other in the morning, and to be honest, he didn't (still doesn't) understand her fascination with the whole process and rarely remembered to consider she'd want to be alerted until she brought it up later. And than after that it became purposeful - at the point she got up early to try and catch him, it was totally a game. (And he laughed. [A lot].)

So, yes, he is inside the bathroom. He did take a shower earlier, but that was a while ago now. He glances at the door somewhat guiltily, the door stares back somewhat accusingly, and he's suddenly aware there's only the one way out of the room.

'...Good morning?'

[iwasherefirst]

She's going to take his 'good morning' as a 'yes, Rose, please come in'. Plus, the door is unlocked so yes, popping in and closing the door behind her--so he can't escape, clearly. She leans against the closed door, watching him. Now that she's in here, she's not entirely sure what she's supposed to do. She doesn't really understand her whole fascination with the process of him shaving but it's there none the less.

"Mornin'." Fidgeting and shifting her weight seems to be the way to go. "So...you're shavin'. Finally caught you."

[am_i_being_rude]

Well he's glad she at least knocked first. It would have been awkward if she'd come in and he didn't even have a towel on. Not that it doesn't feel awkward anyway, slightly. It's a bit hard for most things between them to be that awkward, but still.

'So you have.' He's not all that sure what to do either, actually. He glances at the razor and then back at her. 'Pleased?'

[iwasherefirst]

Yeah, it might have been awkward. Despite the fact that they've seen each other naked dozens of times by now, it's rarely in this context. As it is, she sort of checks him out while he's wearing the towel, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. His words bring her attention back up to his eyes.

"Right." And then processing his actual words instead of just blurting out a word. She grins a bit mischievously "Yeah. Very."

[am_i_being_rude]

Yes, nakedness for a reason is totally different than spontaneous nudity in the morning when you're not expecting it. At least, on his end. Maybe on the appreciation side a little less so? Maybe not. He leans against the counter until she looks back up at him, and then smiles.

'Glad I could help. Need something else?'

[iwasherefirst]

"Nope. Carry on. 'm just gonna watch."

And as if to emphaise that, she moves to perch on the toilet beside him. She's waited months to catch him doing this; there's no way she's leaving now.

[am_i_being_rude]

'Ohh.... kayyy...'

Yeah, he mostly just looks at her for a couple more seconds uncertainly. But eventually he turns back to the counter and gets started on the process. Putting on the lather - he likes it more than the cream, and when you normally live on a TARDIS, it saves the whole pop out of the vortex for some shaving accouterments thing. He tries not to glance over while he's making the lather for... Reasons neither he nor I are that sure of, but once he's started to put it on his face - this his hands, not the brush - he looks at her again. 'Really, this.. This is all th-- pbbthpbbt! Blech, soap. Fine. Sleep well?'

apparently I needed to tl;dr about her sleeping habits

[iwasherefirst]

She's watching him fairly fascinated, bottom lip between her teeth. She's got her head tilted to one side. She giggles when he gets the soap in his mouth.

"Yeah. Like a rock." She usually does sleep well simply because she pushes herself to utter exhaustion before sleeping. "You sleep at all?" Because he doesn't...well most of the time. Even if he starts out in bed with her, she knows that he usually slips out at some point after she's fallen asleep and goes to tinker. She spends a good deal of time fighting sleep, asking him to read to her, even when she does let herself fall to sleep, she tries to stay aware enough to know when he leaves. It rarely ever works out that way. Once she's asleep, Rose is a fairly heavy sleeper and she naturally burrows in all the blankets and pillows until she's practically cocooned in them. The Doctor has become fairly adapt at extracting himself from all of that without waking her, even if she's burrowed against him.

but i love tl;dr

[am_i_being_rude]

Rude, Rose. Soap tastes especially nasty when you have extra taste senses.

He considers her question as he looks back at the mirror and finishes lathering up his face properly, then starts to wash it off his hands. 'Uhhh, sort of. Sat very still for a couple of hours thinking, so my body rested, and I also spent a couple of hours properly reading what was the most boring book ever. Really, ever. So my brain rested. Put them together,' he turned to look at her as he dried his hands on his towel. 'Couple hours of sleep!'

[iwasherefirst]

Well it has been mentioned how he's rubbing off on her. She grins at his method of figuring out how long he'd slept. She reaches out, dips her finger in the remainder of the lather and rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger.

"S'good. Get a lot more done if I start usin' your definition of sleepin'."

[am_i_being_rude]

He grins, turning back to the mirror and picks up the razor to get started.

'Yeah, a lot more napping.'

[iwasherefirst]

"Oi! Rude! Human here."

And without thinking, she flicks the lather at him. it's just sort of instinct.

[am_i_being_rude]

Well he startles, because wow who expects that this early in the morning (yeah okay he can't use that excuse but saying 'who expects that to happen in the mid-beginning of a mediocre routine activity you've been doing quietly by yourself for at least the last eight hundred and some odd years' is too long and bulky and detracts from the point. Like I did with this parenthetical) while they're shaving. And because he was shaving properly - he just... likes it this way. It varies from body to body - he nicks himself a bit, suppressing the slight hiss of lather immediately getting in the tiny cut.

He just sort of keeps going anyway, ignoring it.

'Yeah, exactly. Human. Human time sleeping. If you tried that you'd be limp and no fun to play with in four days, if that.'

[iwasherefirst]

She purses her lips and sort of wiggles them from one side to the other.

"Wouldn't want that. Rather have the fun." And she stretches over, picking up the lather cup and deciding she's just going to put it on the bottom half of her face the way he's got it. She stands up beside him when she's done.

"Whaddya think? Sexy, yeah?"

[am_i_being_rude]

He's been watching her do that in the mirror as they go about their respective stages in the process, vaguely amused. But since when is that something new.

'Quite fetching. Is this a look I should be getting used to? Or be taking hints from?'

[iwasherefirst]

She'll take the vaguely amused as a compliment. She's doing something right. She draws swirly designs in the shaving cream with her pinky.

"Only on the mornin's I catch you shavin'." She grins a little and catches his eye in the mirror.

"Now you can take hints from this."

[am_i_being_rude]

He hasn't got a lot of stubble to work with here but he tilts his head at her design, looking at it with vague interest, and then turns back to the mirror and does indeed attempt to recreate it on one side. Then turns away from the counter, bends down a bit and uses the end of his towel to wipe the lather off on that side.

'Like that?' Barely controlled smiling because... Well.

They can't get more ridiculous or adorable

[iwasherefirst]

Well that's going to set off a riot of giggles.

"Gorgeous. Brilliant even. Won't be another person in the City with a beard like yours. Got to make the other side brilliant too."

So she's going to draw with her pinky in the other side of her lather. When she turns to show him her handiwork, the swirls might suspiciously look a bit like they spell out Rose.

they seriously can't. it makes the upcoming carnage so much more ;___;

[am_i_being_rude]

Good. Rose-giggles were the point of that.

When she turns back to show him, he laughs. 'I think you're overestimating my shaving abilities. Possibly the size of my cheeks.'

Yuuuuup it does. They'll get adorable again though

[iwasherefirst]

She rarely realises that's a point for him. It's nice though, that he makes it a point.

She bites the tip of her tongue, swaying back and forth a bit in place as she considers this. Oh and that is a mischievous twinkle in her eye that should make him wary. She scoops the shaving cream off her face with one hand and smears it on his chest.

"Got to try a bigger surface then."

She's teasing, really. Having him shave her name in his chest hair would be weird.

they'd better

[am_i_being_rude]

He likes making her happy, and giggles are one of the best ways to know that you've made someone happy. It's totally just a selfish reason, the whole thing. Self-serving.

Well that look on her face isn't at all foreboding at all ever. And he's sort of pleased to see that he wasn't mistaken, in a completely surprised sort of way. The face he makes is probably quite amusing before he gets a hold of himself. And then he laughs.

'You're mad. I'm not doing that. And upside-down and backwards in a mirror; it'd look terrible anyway.'

Totally. Might take some time. She's still Rose. Just more bite ;)

[iwasherefirst]

Well not entirely selfish. She is getting the benefit of being amused and giggling.

He's become quite well versed in Rose looks and what to expect based upon them. The laughing is good. She likes making him laugh as much as he likes making her giggle.

She holds her hand out and wiggles her fingers. "Gimme the razor. I'll do it."

She might be joking, but then again she could be serious. You could end up with graffiti in your chest hair, Doctor.

beware the bad wolf: her bite's as bad as her bark

[am_i_being_rude]

He sort of pauses and looks at her for a second, debating as to whether she's actually going to do it and how he would feel about it if she did. Or didn't. There is a very short, very serious, mental debate that takes place over the course of about two seconds, at which point he cocks his head to the side a bit and then does actually hand it over.

'Mind, you're the one who's gonna have to look at it.'

:D exactly

[iwasherefirst]

That look on her face, that's surprise. She didn't expect him to hand over the razor. The surprise is followed quickly by a delighted grin. She scooches over in front of him and bites her bottom lip. It improves her concentration. She hesitates, considering her design and all of the sudden taking this serious. She starts shaving a capital I into the shaving cream. It goes fairly well, a lot of straight lines. The two hearts that comes under the I are a bit crooked or something but it's workable. The Rose comes last. Really the whole thing is ridiculous but it makes her giggle.

[am_i_being_rude]

When she takes the razor and starts looking contemplatively at his chest, he starts to wonder if perhaps banking on her not actually going through with it was a poor decision. But, he is set in it now, so. Oh well. It'll grow back. Or something. He watches her working intently, not on what she's doing, but on her. Her face as she works varies between thinking, considering, adorable, happy, and evaluative, and he enjoys watching them all flit around and across. She's gone to giggling by now though.

'I take it the master marblesmith is pleased with her finished work?'