Rogue sharpens his tongue on the words. The Doctor tries not to cut himself on them as they go past his ear. Tries not to think about whether he’d cut himself kissing the mercenary, whether that sharp tongue would make him taste blood.
He thinks about the last times he’s wanted something this badly. Wonders if they’d tasted like blood at the time or if hindsight is doing some heavy lifting.
Then again, Rogue’s watching him like he’s something that someone should be careful with, and sure, maybe he brings the blood with him, but maybe Rogue won’t mind.
He wonders what Rogue tastes like. He bets it’s got a kick to it.
Breathless and beautiful, this is a great look at how the dynamic between the Doctor and Rogue might play out…