Bugger! I was hoping that one could remain in the shadows because it's certainly an idea that I was hoping would go away! I don't write crack-fic really - well, I've written stuff that I call cracky, but by most standards - it's not really.
It took me a while to admit to shipping T/D in public. Then it took me a while to write shipy(ish) fic. Then I banged my head repeatedly over writing smutty T/D fic. I have no idea what my problem is - I love them together as friends or more (provided it's done well and in the right tone) - but I seem to have a resistance to shipping non-canonical couples. I dunno - I find it embarrassing or something stupid like that.
Anyway. One of the barriers to the shippy is Donna's attitude towards Ten. It's there on screen that he was more than a bit smitten - but Donna was oblivious, so it's tough getting her to the point where she admits to herself that she fancies him enough to want to sleep with him. So... I started to wonder if I could write something that could get her past that barrier, but ... not to his face.
This is - literally - first draft stuff-
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He looks mildly surprised. "I never left."
“But,” she splutters. “I’m not – I wasn’t thinking about – I don’t fancy you!.”
The right eyebrow joins the left one.
“I was thinking about Brad Pitt. And Gerard Butler. And – Harrison Ford, when he was in Star Wars, of course, not - ” she waves a hand around for emphasis. “Him!” You said you could be whoever I wanted!"
"I did. And I am."
"No – this isn’t right. This isn’t what I- "
"I said whoever you want, Donna. Not whoever you like."
Oh, God. Now I'm hanging my head in shame. I have no idea quite where it's going or if it'll ever get finished. There is scope for the funny as well - I like to bring the funny with teh smut!
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It took me a while to admit to shipping T/D in public. Then it took me a while to write shipy(ish) fic. Then I banged my head repeatedly over writing smutty T/D fic. I have no idea what my problem is - I love them together as friends or more (provided it's done well and in the right tone) - but I seem to have a resistance to shipping non-canonical couples. I dunno - I find it embarrassing or something stupid like that.
Anyway. One of the barriers to the shippy is Donna's attitude towards Ten. It's there on screen that he was more than a bit smitten - but Donna was oblivious, so it's tough getting her to the point where she admits to herself that she fancies him enough to want to sleep with him. So... I started to wonder if I could write something that could get her past that barrier, but ... not to his face.
This is - literally - first draft stuff-
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He looks mildly surprised. "I never left."
“But,” she splutters. “I’m not – I wasn’t thinking about – I don’t fancy you!.”
The right eyebrow joins the left one.
“I was thinking about Brad Pitt. And Gerard Butler. And – Harrison Ford, when he was in Star Wars, of course, not - ” she waves a hand around for emphasis. “Him!” You said you could be whoever I wanted!"
"I did. And I am."
"No – this isn’t right. This isn’t what I- "
"I said whoever you want, Donna. Not whoever you like."
Oh, God. Now I'm hanging my head in shame. I have no idea quite where it's going or if it'll ever get finished. There is scope for the funny as well - I like to bring the funny with teh smut!
But the damn thing won't leave me alone.