Title: Out
in the Open
Author: Froxyn
Show: Doctor Who
Pairing: Rose/Ten
Rating:
FRAO
Timeline: A
linear week or so after Earthlight.
Synopsis: Rose unlocks another of the Doctor's secrets.
Author’s
Note: Part VIII of the Unlocking Secrets series. Thanks to fairygothmum for the beta!
“Think
they’ll be okay?” Rose asked, fingering
the inner lining of the coat she was currently using as a mat...stretched out
in the middle of a field, under the warmth of the sun.
“Maybe.” The Doctor replied, playing with a blade of
grass. “It helps that Jack doesn’t have
issues with jealousy. Her flirtatious
behaviour with good ‘ol Will could’ve caused some problems. Of course...his flirtatious behaviour with Will could’ve caused some problems
too. I would’ve thought Martha would be
a bit more...”
He paused
when he turned his head to find her staring at him in amusement.
“What?”
Rose shook
her head and laughed softly. “I
meant...do you think they’ll be okay in New New York
on their own?”
“Oh...of course.” The Doctor grinned, looking at
the skyline of the city across the river from them. “It’s five billion and seventy-five...and
there’s nothing but peace and harmony in New New
York.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded
and leaned back, crossing his ankles as he inhaled deeply. “Yeah...if we’d been here twenty-two years
ago, it’d be different. But, the city
has bounced back amazingly well since the motorway was closed down.”
“Did you
have something to do with that?” She
asked with a smile.
“Maybe.” He turned his head towards her and grinned
brightly. “I’ve missed the applegrass.”
The way he
looked at her, smiled at her...it was so reminiscent of their last trip
here. She rolled onto her side and
curled her arm under her head.
“Can I tell
you something?”
“ ‘Course
you can. You can tell me anything.” He answered, lying down next to her.
“I wanted
to kiss you the last time we were here.”
At his raised eyebrow, she smiled and continued. “When you remembered that we’d had chips on
our first ‘date’?”
“Oh? Why didn’t you?” He asked, moving closer to her and resting
his hand on her hip as he supported his head with his other hand.
“You were
the new new Doctor...too new.” She sighed
softly. “But so...cute
and excited about being here. It
was almost a relief when Cassandra decided to use me as a disguise.”
“I probably
would’ve reacted differently had you
kissed me instead of her.” He glanced at
her mouth, aching to taste her warm and enticing lips. “You gonna kiss me this time?”
“I want
to.” She whispered, slipping her hand
under his jacket and curling her fingers in the soft material of his
shirt.
“But...” He prompted softly, edging his fingers under
the hem of her shirt.
“If I kiss
you...I’m not going to be able to stop.”
She admitted, shivering pleasurably as his fingertips stroked her
skin.
“You say
that as if it’s something bad.” He
grinned, gently pushing her onto her back and leaning over her. “And...I see it as something very not bad.”
“We’re in
the middle of a field...with spacecars flying
overhead and Jack and Martha around somewhere...”
“Mm-hm...” He murmured, slipping his right leg between
hers and lowering his mouth to the hollow of her throat.
“Doctor...” Rose gasped, moving her hand to the back of
his head as he ran his tongue over her skin.
He smiled
against her throat and then lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Jack and Martha won’t be back for a while,
Rose.”
“What are
they doing?” She asked, swallowing hard
as he pulled at the button on her jeans.
“Looking for a neomass extrapolator.
We have time...” He kissed her
chin as his fingers found the zipper.
“If you want...that is.”
She wanted
to ask what a neomass extrapolator was and why they
were looking for one, but was distracted by his lips and teeth nipping along
her jaw. Instead, she found herself
nodding and pulling his shirt out of his trousers.
He raised
his head and gazed at her face. She was
turned on, that much was obvious. But,
there was also a flicker of doubt...and he was certain that it was due to their
surroundings. With a shaky breath, he
balanced himself above her...his right palm pressed against the warm ground. He reached down with his left hand and
covered her hands, stopping her from unbuttoning his shirt.
Her eyes
darted to his as he gently pulled her hands from his chest. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re,
um...you’re not comfortable here. Like
this...” He leaned down and kissed her
warmly, sighing into her mouth as she slid her arms around him. Pulling back, he licked his lips and shook
his head. “Rose...”
“You started this...” She groaned, arching her hips towards his.
“Yeah...” He breathed, closing his eyes as she pressed
against his erection. “And...I’m going
to finish it, I promise. Just...”
“Just what?” She asked, repeating the
movement as she moved her hands to his sides.
He kissed
her roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth briefly before pulling away
with a low growl. “TARDIS..now...”
She
shivered again at the sound of his voice, smiling up at him as he carefully
pushed himself up and reached down to help her.
“Now?”
He nodded
slowly, curling his fingers around hers as she slipped her hand into his. “Unless you’d rather...” He glanced towards the city across the river
and cleared his throat. “Did you want to
go into New Manhattan?”
“Maybe tomorrow.” She replied with a smile,
bending down to pick his coat up off the ground.
He allowed
his eyes to roam over her denim-clad rear and felt his cock harden even
more. “Good...”
She stood
back up, coat draped over her arm, and grinned as he adjusted himself. “You okay?”
“Yep. Just...well, I’ll be better in a few
minutes.” At her raised eyebrow, he
grinned. “You know...when I’m out of
these clothes. They’re a bit
restricting...at the moment.”
Rose
laughed and pulled him towards the TARDIS.
He followed
eagerly, lowering his mouth to the side of her neck as she fumbled with the
key. He chuckled as she cursed softly
and lifted his hand to cover hers. He
placed a soft kiss behind her ear and then nipped at her lobe with his teeth as
he guided the key into the lock.
“Just slide
it in, Rose...”
She snorted
as he turned the key and pushed the door open.
“Isn’t that your job?”
He paused,
looking at her curiously as she stepped into the TARDIS. When she turned to look at him, and gave him
a bright grin, he shook his head in amusement.
“Naughty...” He murmured, walking into the ship and
closing the door behind him.
Before she
could walk up the ramp, he grabbed her arm and turned...pressing her back up
against the door. Sliding his hands down
to her hips, he briefly glanced at her chest before staring into her eyes.
“I like
it.”
“Like
what?” She asked, her eyes fluttering as
his fingers edged under her shirt again.
“You being naughty.” He smiled before bending his
head to brush his lips across hers.
“It’s...a bit of a turn on.”
“Yeah?” She breathed, running the back of her hand
over his hard length.
“Yeah.” He whispered, pulling his left hand out from
under her shirt to grab her hand. He
licked his lips as he gently turned her hand around and pressed her palm
against his erection.
“Impatient...”
He shook
his head, staring into her eyes as he inhaled sharply at her touch. “No...well,
maybe. I just want you, Rose.”
“Here?” She asked with a grin, quickly unbuttoning
and unzipping his trousers. “Right here? Against the door?”
“Oh,
yes...” He murmured, pushing her shirt
up as her fingers curled around his erection.
“Right here, right now.”
His brow
furrowed as her grin faded. When she
averted her eyes from him, he whispered her name. She shook her head and then swallowed.
“Sorry...I...I
can’t...” She stated quickly, pulling
her hand from his cock and pushing him back slightly.
“But...” He started as she pushed away from the door
and ran up the ramp.
As she
covered her mouth with her hand, understanding hit him. He blew out a breath and leaned back against
the door, staring at the hallway that she had just disappeared into. He swallowed thickly and looked down as his
erection began to soften. Silently
berating himself for the disappointment he was
feeling, he shook his head and tucked himself back into his boxers before
zipping and buttoning his trousers.
“Must be one-fifteen.” He mumbled to no one as he
straightened his tie and ambled up the ramp.
He glanced
at the clock hanging on the far wall.
He’d never had a real use for clocks, but Rose had insisted on at least
knowing what time it was within the TARDIS.
He smiled softly, the clock reading precisely 1:15 in the
afternoon.
Knowing
that Rose would be in the bathroom for a while, he made his way into the kitchen. His smile grew as he pulled a loaf of bread
from a cupboard. She’d want
toast...slathered in mugleberry jam and butter...and
a glass of pineapple juice.
He had
often wondered how that successfully settled her stomach after being
sick...especially considering that when she had tried mugleberry
jam just three months ago, she’d hated
it. And he’d never seen her drink
pineapple juice at all...
Not until a
few weeks ago.
He grinned
and placed two pieces of bread into the toaster, but didn’t bother turning the
toaster on just yet. Instead, he flipped
the switch for the kettle...tea, then toast.
Cold toast would do no one any good.
He’d just
make himself a cup of tea and wait. This
was a routine he knew well now. He’d
have her toast ready just as she’d walk into the kitchen...golden and warm,
buttered and jammed.
Just the
way she liked it.
* * *
At twenty
to two, Rose walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. The Doctor smiled softly and placed a plate
and a glass in front of her. After
pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, he sat down next to her and
watched as she tore the crust from the toast.
“You okay?”
She nodded,
taking a sip of pineapple juice before meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? Did you not quite make it in time
again?” He replied softly, reaching over
to brush her slightly damp hair back from her face. “Because I told you not to
worry about that. The bathrooms
are self-cleaning...remember?”
“No...” Rose sighed and licked the jam off the piece
of crust she was holding. “No, I
mean...I’m sorry that I...had to go.”
“Well, it’s
not like you chose that particular moment to be sick.” He answered with a chuckle. ”That’d be the Gallihu’s
fault.”
Rose rolled
her eyes and bit into the toast, chewing and swallowing before shaking her head
at him. “I’ve told you...we are not
calling this child a Gallihu.”
“Half-Gallifreyan, half-human...what else would he or she be called?” He
replied logically.
“Ours.”
Rose answered. “Just like I’m
yours and you’re mine. I don’t call you
my Gallifreyan and you don’t call me your human, do
you? And besides...you normally refer to
yourself as a Time Lord instead of a Gallifreyan. So, going by that...wouldn’t you be calling
the baby a Hulord or something?”
The Doctor
snorted and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
“Gallihu sounds better.”
“Sounds
like the name of a resort to me.” She
looked into his eyes and smiled adoringly.
“We never have made it to
“Overrated.” The Doctor answered quickly. “How did we go from you apologizing for
leaving me in a fairly uncomfortable state to going to
Rose’s
smile faded. “I really am sorry. Did you...you know...”
He raised
an eyebrow at her as she paused. “Are
you asking if I masturbated?”
“You do,
don’t you? I mean...when I’m not
watching? ‘Cause
it’s a normal thing to do...”
“For humans.” The Doctor interrupted with a
teasing tone to his voice. “Though,
yeah...I’ve been known to. Not as often
as you used to...and not as often now as I used to since we’ve been together.”
“What do
you mean...not as often as I used to?”
Rose asked nervously. “Did
you...know?”
“Your hands
tremble for ages after you have an orgasm.”
He answered matter-of-factly.
“And even I remembered how
glassy a woman’s eyes look afterwards.
I’m brilliant at deducing, you know.”
He laughed
softly as her eyes widened in obvious embarrassment. “We’ve made love in nearly every room in the
TARDIS...and we’ve fucked each other in almost half of those. And you’re going to get embarrassed about the
fact that I knew when you’d made yourself come?”
“I
just...well, I didn’t know that you knew that I...”
“I didn’t
think much about it, Rose. Well, what I
really mean is...I didn’t think badly
of you over it. To be honest, I actually
thought about it quite a bit. Especially
in the weeks following...” He licked his
lips as he stopped himself. “It’s a
perfectly normal, human thing to do. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Following
what?” Rose asked.
“Your toast
is getting cold...” When she merely
stared at him, he sighed heavily and scratched the back of his head. “It’s nothing...well, I wasn’t watching or
listening or anything. It’s just...there
was one time when you came out of your room and...”
“And?” She prompted as he hesitated.
“We ran
into each other in the hall. You had
obviously just...glassy eyes, the faintest aroma of...” He started, inhaling softly before
continuing. “And you reached up to
straighten my tie...and your hands trembled as you adjusted the knot. It, uh...I found that to be one of the most
arousing moments I’d experienced in quite some time.”
“Straightening
your tie aroused you?” She asked in
slight bewilderment.
He shook
his head slowly and glanced at her lips.
“It was every detail of that moment.
The way you looked...satisfied.
The way you smiled at me. The tremble in your hands and your scent lingering on your
fingers...and, afterwards, my tie.
It was so very...innocently intimate.
And I wanted nothing more than to...be with you...at that very moment.”
“Oh...”
“Quite...” He cleared his throat and offered her a
gentle smile. “Eat your toast, Rose.”
She picked
up the piece of toast and took a bite, tilting her head as she chewed. “What did you do?”
“When?”
“After I fixed your tie.”
He smiled
and picked up a forgotten piece of crust and popped it into his mouth. “Something very human.”
She
chuckled and leaned over to brush her lips across his. He tasted of mugleberry,
butter, and tea...and she was sure that mugleberry
had never tasted so beautiful before.
She was
also sure that she’d never admit that to the Doctor.
He’d never
let her live it down.
* * *
Three hours
later found them back outside...the Doctor sitting on the ground and leaning
back against the TARDIS with Rose between his legs, resting back against his
chest. Her fingers moved back and forth
over his thigh, tracing the blue pinstripes on his trousers. His arms encircled her, his left hand
protectively covering her abdomen as they watched the sun begin its
descent.
She smiled
and covered his hand with hers. “Thank
you.”
“You’re
welcome.” He replied, a smile forming on
his face as he spoke. “For what though?”
“Everything.” She answered, turning her head
to look at him. “Absolutely
everything.”
“Oh...my
sentimental Rose is back.” He stated
with a grin, lifting his hand to cup her cheek.
“I’d do everything exactly the same if I could go back in time...which I
can, even if I’m not supposed to cross my own timeline.”
Rose
laughed and kissed him warmly. He
allowed the kiss to continue for a few moments before pulling back with a soft,
contented sigh. She turned her eyes back to the setting sun and shifted until
she was resting comfortably against his chest.
“It really is
beautiful, isn’t it?”
He nodded
slowly and kissed the crown of her head.
“Yeah...it really is.”
They sat in
silence, watching the sunset...listening to the spacecars
zoom overhead as the heady scent of applegrass faded
along with the sun. As the air around
them began to cool, the Doctor draped his coat over her...smiling as she
snuggled against him.
“Doctor? I want to ask you something.”
“Hm?” He murmured, watching the last of the light
disappear from the sky.
She
hesitated...long enough for him to softly assure her that she could ask him
anything. She bit her lip and exhaled
slowly as the lights on the bridge began to glow.
“What was
your daughter’s name?”
The
Doctor’s fingers, which had been lightly stroking her abdomen, suddenly stilled. She felt the rhythm of his hearts change...a
long pause before four rapid beats...followed by another long pause. She closed her eyes as she felt him swallow
hard.
“I’m
sorry...I didn’t mean – ”
“Jehti.” He
whispered softly before clearing his throat.
“Jehtineve, actually. But, we...we called her Jehti.”
She heard
the sadness in his voice and opened her eyes, not surprised to find her vision
blurred by her welling tears. She waited
for him to say something...anything. And
then he did...but what he said was not at all what she was expecting him to
say.
“Would you
like to see her?”
She turned
her head, her brow furrowing as she met his eyes. “What?”
“I’d like
to show you.” He whispered, his voice
trembling slightly.
“You
mean...like a picture of her?”
The corner
of his mouth twitched into a half-smile.
“No cameras on Gallifrey. Just...memories.”
“I don’t
understand.” She stated softly.
His eyes
drifted over her face as he brushed his fingertips over her temple. “Once opened, the doorway can be entered from
either direction. I...could open the
door for you.”
She moved
carefully, turning her body until she was facing him...her knees resting on the
ground either side of his thighs and his coat draped over her shoulders. She stared into his eyes, looking for any
shred of unease but finding only love and trust.
“Are you
sure?”
He nodded
slowly and tucked her hair behind her ears.
“I’m sure.”
Rose bit
her lip and lifted her hand to the side of his face in a tender caress. “How does it work?”
“Well...I’m
not really sure, to be honest. It’s only
happened once before...”
Rose’s eyes
drifted to the knot of his tie. “Reinette.”
“Rose?” He whispered, tilting his head slightly as he
watched a single tear spill down her cheek.
“Rose, what is it?”
“What did
she see?”
“Something that you won’t.” He
sighed and gently tilted her head, forcing her to look into his eyes. “She saw my loneliness, Rose. Lonely angel, remember? Once I realized that she was seeing inside of
me, I...broke the connection. The
loneliness that had followed me throughout my life...that’s what she saw. And it’s not there anymore...it’s in the past
because I’m no longer lonely.”
She
swallowed, tracing her fingertips along his cheek. “What am I going to see?”
“Jehti...to start with.”
He leaned into her touch, not breaking their gaze. “And we’ll go from there, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She licked her lips nervously and took a deep
breath. “I love you.”
His smile
shone in his eyes as he cleared his throat and placed his fingers in very
specific spots on her temples and behind her ears. “Ready?”
When she
nodded, he exhaled a slow breath. “Close
your eyes...and when you feel the door open, look for me. Follow me, okay?”
“Okay.” She breathed, closing her eyes.
After just
a few moments, she gasped...and there he was, smiling at her.
She smiled
back as she took his hand and stepped through the doorway.
* * *
“A lot of
rooms...” Rose remarked as the Doctor
led her down a corridor.
“Yeah...over
nine hundred years worth of memories and thoughts...” He offered her a smile as they rounded the
corner.
“No
doors?” She asked as she looked up at
him.
“Oh. Well, there are doors, but...I don’t see any
point in closing them right now. Well, most of them...”
Rose
nodded, furrowing her brow as she felt something. She wasn’t sure what it was...it felt like
the feeling she had one time a long time ago when she’d been asked to her first
dance. Excited, but scared at not
knowing what was going to happen...and whether she’d have a good time or
not.
Why she
felt like that now...here with him...she had no idea.
She shook
her head, clearing her mind of the sensation, and gestured to a painting on the
wall. “That’s beautiful...”
His smile
grew as she stopped in front of the painting.
“That was one of the first things I saw when I left Gallifrey
the first time.”
“What is
it?” She asked softly, fascinated as she
studied the angle of the brush strokes.
“And who painted it?”
“No one. It’s not a real painting...it’s just how I
remember it. And...it’s
a quasar. I really should take you to
see one...I’m not sure why I haven’t before.
They’re...breathtakingly beautiful.”
Before Rose could comment, he cleared his throat and glanced at a
doorway directly opposite the painting.
“Two of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen are in this corridor.”
“Yeah? What?”
Rose asked, rubbing her thumb over his as he squeezed her hand.
“That
quasar and...Jehti.” He replied, taking
a step towards the door. He met her eyes
quickly when she didn’t move forward with him.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No...” She shook her head as she bit her lip. “It’s just...I don’t really know what to
expect. I mean...is she going to see me? Or...is it kinda like the painting? You know...the way you remember her.”
“Oh...” He exhaled slowly and ran his fingers through
his hair. “What you see in here...well,
nothing is really interactive.
Memories...thoughts...dreams...hopes...all manifested into images. Normally, when I visit this room, I see her
playing in a field of red grass...the twin suns of Gallifrey
keeping her warm as she searches for the perfect flower for her Mum. Sometimes, she’s sleeping...cuddling her
favourite toy. They’re just...they’re just
memories, Rose.”
“And you
want to share them with me?”
“Yeah.” He whispered, gently tugging her
forward. “And then we’ll need to
go. Jack and Martha will be back
soon...”
“Okay.” Rose nodded, slowly following him into the
room.
He leaned
against the wall...and then slid down until he was sitting on the red grass
covering the ground. Rose gasped softly
as she watched the little girl with hair the color of spun toffee run along the
hillside. The Doctor swallowed hard, not
bothering to try to hide his tears, and pulled Rose down next to him.
He chuckled
as his daughter tripped as she ran clumsily.
Rose noticed that the sound of his chuckle held more sadness than
joy. She leaned her head against his
shoulder and held his hand in both of hers.
“Jehtineve was astoundingly clumsy. But, no matter how many times she fell, she
never failed to laugh at herself.”
“She’s so
beautiful.” Rose whispered, not taking
her eyes off the girl when she felt him nod in agreement.
“Yeah. My wife and I argued over who
she looked like...but, she definitely had my eyes.”
Rose
regarded Jehti closely. “What did you look like then?”
“I don’t
really remember. I just remember not
arguing with...her...when she said Jehti had my
eyes.”
Rose looked
up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“I can’t know her name either, can I?”
The Doctor
shook his head slowly, a tear spilling down his face as he heard Jehti giggle happily.
“Not yet.”
“I love
you.” She whispered on a breath that she
was fairly certain he didn’t hear.
She tried
to ignore the anxious feeling she was sensing once again. She narrowed her eyes when two words
accompanied the feeling this time.
Neomass extrapolator.
She made a
mental note to ask him about it later. Right
now wasn’t the time. She rested her head
back against his shoulder and sat with him in silence while they watched his
daughter play for just a while longer.
* * *
He broke
the connection with a gentle kiss, smiling softly as she opened her eyes and
looked around. “We, uh...we were gone
for a little longer than I had anticipated.”
She nodded
slowly, looking up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky. “Huh...their moon is blue. How come I didn’t notice that last time?”
He chuckled
and adjusted the coat draped over her shoulders. “We weren’t out during the night.”
“Oh...yeah.” She laughed, turning her eyes
back to his. Seeing that most of the
sadness from earlier had gone from his eyes, she smiled. “Feeling a bit better now?”
“Yeah.” He glanced at her lips as he moved his hands
down to her hips. “A bit...”
A grin
tugged at the corner of her mouth as he pulled her closer. “Is this a side effect of mind walking?”
“Hm?” He mumbled, closing his eyes as she settled
herself on his lap and gently rocked against him.
“Do you
get...all hot and bothered...afterwards?”
She clarified, sliding her hands to his shoulders when she felt him
harden beneath her.
“Depends.” He answered cryptically, opening his eyes and
staring directly into hers. “Apparently,
the answer would be ‘yes’ this time.”
He groaned
as she shifted, twisting the coat around to reach the pocket. “What’re you doing?”
“Looking
for the phone...” She replied, gasping
when she felt his left hand cup her breast.
“Doctor...”
“Who you calling?” He asked, leaning forward just
enough to brush his lips across her chin.
“Jack.” She smiled as she pulled the phone from the
second pocket she had searched through and met his eyes. “Just want to see how much longer they’ll
be...”
“Oh...” A slow smile appeared on his lips as he
dropped his hand from her breast and glanced at the phone. “Better make it a quick call.”
With a
chuckle, she quickly dialled Jack’s number and listened to the call connect as
she leaned down to kiss the Doctor. The
Doctor’s tongue flicked against her bottom lip just as Jack’s voice sounded in
her ear.
“What’s up,
Rosie?” Hearing the unmistakable sound
of a kiss quickly ending, he laughed.
“No need to answer that...unless you really want to. And feel free to...even though I think I have
an idea of what’s up.”
Rose
cleared her throat, smiling at the Doctor as she blushed. “Um...just wondering how the search was going
for that extrapolator thingy...”
“Um...” Jack started, pausing when he heard Rose direct
a question to the Doctor.
“What is a neomass
extrapolator anyway?”
“It’s a
part that will replace the demitemporal extrapolator
in the TARDIS.”
“The what?”
“Find out
if they’ve found one...and I’ll explain it after you get off the phone, yeah?”
“Huh? Oh...oh yeah!
Sorry, Jack...”
Jack
chuckled and gave an answer that he hoped would satisfy both her and the
Doctor. “We’ve got one that seems to be
in near mint condition. We were getting
ready to head back, but...we could always stop for dinner...maybe a show. There’s a musical based on the works of
George Lucas playing on New Broadway. Could be good for a laugh.”
He grinned
as he listened to Rose relay the message to the Doctor...and then laughed when
the Doctor eagerly agreed to the notion of him and Martha taking in a
show. “Right...have fun and we’ll see
you later then, okay?”
“Yeah...and
try to stay out of trouble, okay?” Rose
answered with a grin before ending the call as Jack playfully protested the
idea of him getting into any kind of trouble at all.
She slipped
the phone back into the Doctor’s coat pocket before shrugging the coat off her
shoulders. “TARDIS...now...take two.”
The Doctor
grinned and pushed himself off the cool ground after Rose stood up.
* * *
Rose smiled
at him as he closed their bedroom door and tugged his tie loose. “Slowing things down?”
He shrugged
a shoulder as he pulled the tie over his head and dropped it onto the
dresser. “I wanted to fuck you earlier.”
She licked
her lips as she kicked her shoes off. “And now?”
“Now...I
want us to watch each other take our clothes off. I want to feel you shiver beneath my
fingertips as I touch you. I want to
taste the passion on your skin. I want
to hear your gasps and sighs...your cries as you near orgasm. I want to watch your body glisten as you move
beneath me...or above me...or...” He
slid his jacket off and draped it over the footboard of the bed. “I want to make love with you, Rose. And I want you to make love with me.”
“How do you
do that?” She whispered, fingers paused
on the third button of her blouse.
“Do
what?” He asked, eyes darting to her
hands as he started unbuttoning his own shirt.
“Make it
hard to breathe.” At his look of
concern, she smiled and shook her head. “In a good way. You
make me feel like I can’t breathe...unless I’m touching you. It sounds silly...maybe cliché and
all...”
He smiled
and unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt.
“Maybe, but...you’ve just described how I feel. So, if you’re cliché and all, so am I. We’re supposed to be watching each other,
Rose. Right now, you’re watching me take
my shirt off...and I’m watching you play with a button on yours.”
“Oh...” She chuckled softly and slipped the button
free, arching an eyebrow as he removed his shirt and let it drop to the
floor. “Look at you...with no layers
under your shirt.”
“Well, you do keep dropping hints...” He laughed, sitting down on the bed to untie
his shoes.
She watched
him pull his shoes and socks off as she moved to stand in front of him, clad
only in her jeans and bra. She ran her
hand through his hair and sighed happily.
“You really
do have spectacular hair...”
“Not too
long or hedgehoggy?”
He asked, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers before slipping his
fingers into the belt loops of her jeans.
“Hedgehoggy?” Rose
asked with a gentle laugh.
The Doctor
smiled, looking up at her. “Martha’s description.”
She raised
an eyebrow at him, fingering an unruly strand of hair. “You care what Martha thinks of your hair?”
“Nope. But...”
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her abdomen before
continuing. “Thought
I’d get it cut if her description was the general consensus.”
“General consensus, huh?” She
chuckled, lightly scratching her nails against his scalp.
“Well...more
like...if you didn’t like it, I’d get it cut.”
He replied softly.
“I’ve loved
your hair for as long as I’ve known you.”
She shook her head, tracing a sideburn with her fingertip before
unbuttoning her jeans. “It’s perfect
like it is. If we have a boy...I hope he
has your hair.”
The Doctor
snorted a laugh and then turned his attention to her fingers pulling the zipper
down on her jeans. He inhaled sharply
when he glimpsed the pale pink satin of her underwear.
“Rose...” He looked up at her questioningly, gently
tugging on her belt loops.
She smiled
and gave him a nod as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her
bra. “Go ahead.”
No sooner
had the words left her mouth than he’d pulled the denim down, exposing her hips
to him. He leaned forward, nuzzling her
skin before placing a warm, open-mouthed kiss on her hipbone as he pushed her
jeans down her thighs. She whispered his
name, dropping her bra to the floor and gripping his shoulders.
He lifted
his eyes, groaning against her skin as she moved her right hand to the back of
his head. He knew what was coming...but,
waited until he heard the words. She’d
wait until she pulled her feet free from her jeans...she always did. He didn’t mind. Besides, it was always better when she told
him...
“Come here,
Doctor...”
He moved
quickly, abandoning her hip for the tender, firm flesh of her breast. As he pulled her nipple into his mouth, she
pushed him onto the mattress...crawling on top of him as he shifted further up
on the bed.
She gasped
as he carefully rolled their bodies until he was cradled between her
thighs. He suckled at her flesh
leisurely, seemingly content to be half-dressed while she was nearly completely
nude. He smiled inwardly when he felt
her fingers twitch against the back of his head.
“God...Doctor...” She panted, curling her left leg over his
hip.
It was then
that she realized that he was still wearing his trousers. And she made a decision that that just wouldn’t do. She waited until he released her nipple and
started to capture the other one...and then she smiled, quickly flipping him
onto his back with a move that...judging by the wideness of his
eyes...completely surprised him.
“Rose!”
She laughed
softly and shook her head, reaching down to grasp the waistband of his open
trousers. “These need to come off,
Doctor. Now.”
He lifted
his hips obediently, swallowing thickly as she pulled his trousers and boxers
down his legs. His eyes closed briefly
as she lowered her mouth to his stomach, nipping at his navel as the rest of
his clothing was tossed onto the floor.
He could
feel one of her hard nipples against his thigh and wondered what it would feel
like to have his cock nestled between her breasts. He opened his mouth to suggest that very
thing, but a strangled moan overtook his words as she wrapped her lips around
the head of his erection.
She looked
up to find his dark eyes staring at her.
She gave him a wink and slid her mouth further down his length.
“Come
here...” He whispered, struggling to
keep his eyes open.
“Mm-mm...” She mumbled around him, causing him to
groan.
He licked
his lips and reached down, sliding his fingers into her hair. “Want to taste you too, Rose. Please...”
She raised
an eyebrow at him, pulling her mouth from his erection with an audible
pop. He uttered a soft curse in Gallifreyan as she ran her tongue along the underside of
his cock. She grinned and wrapped her
fingers around the shaft, gently stroking him as she spoke.
“You suggesting a sixty-nine, Doctor?”
“Begging for it...if it’ll
help.” He replied with a grin of his own. “Will it help?”
“Wouldn’t
hurt, but...you just have to ask.”
“I just
did, didn’t I?” He shuddered as she
rubbed her thumb over the head of his erection.
“Come here...”
“Not really
asking...” Rose chuckled playfully,
moving to kneel beside of him.
When she
let go of his cock to remove her underwear, he licked his lips...moving his
hand down to his groin. As he wrapped his
fingers around the thick shaft, Rose exhaled shakily.
“Go on
then...” At his raised eyebrow, she
pushed the pink satin over her hips.
“It’s hot watching you touch yourself.
Just...don’t make yourself come.”
“Don’t want
to watch me make myself come?” He asked,
slowly sliding his fist along his length.
“Didn’t say that.” She breathed, shifting just
enough to rid herself of the last remaining article of
clothing that she wore. “Just want you
to come in me...”
The Doctor
smiled and looked down at her right hand...which was currently stroking the
soft, dark hair covering her mound. She
stopped her movement when he furrowed his brow.
“What?”
He reached
out and gently brushed her hand away, staring at her in an almost studious
manner. “It’s shorter. The hair, I mean...”
“Oh...” She started, blushing lightly. “I just...trimmed it.”
He met her
eyes, gliding his fingertips over the soft, but now shorter, hair. “Why?”
“Just something...different.” She
whispered, trembling as he stroked down the side of labia.
“And the
hair here is...gone.” He licked his lips
as he continued exploring. “Skin’s so
soft...and warm. Smooth...” He smiled, repeating the exploration down the
other side. “Oh, I like it...”
“Yeah?” She asked, gasping as his fingers began
tracing her inner folds. “Wasn’t sure if
you would...”
“It’s
you. ‘Course, I would.” He replied, sighing as he dipped the tip of
his middle finger into her.
She
whimpered longingly as he pulled his hand away.
She moaned softly as she watched him slip that same finger into his
mouth. He gave his cock another long,
slow stroke and then licked his lips as if he were savouring her taste...which
he was.
“Now...come
here?”
“God, I
love you...” She whispered, leaning down
to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
He returned
her kiss without hesitation, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he moved his
hand to her hip. After a few moments, he
gently squeezed her hip and ended the kiss.
He smiled up at her through dark, passion-glazed eyes.
“As much as
I love having my tongue in your mouth...I’d rather have it elsewhere at the
moment.”
“Me too, I
think.”
“You
think?” He asked with a grin, shifting
slightly on the bed and pushing the pillows to the floor. “Because, I’m positive...”
She glanced
at his erection, thick and glistening with a mixture of her saliva and his
natural fluid. She absently licked her
lips and moved closer to his head.
“Yeah...so am I...”
With no
further words spoken, she turned and moved over him...resting her knees either
side of his shoulders. She barely heard
his mumbled ‘oh...yes...’ before lowering her head and pulling his cock back
into her mouth. She placed her right
hand on his hip as he arched towards her...groaning around his hard flesh as he
pushed his tongue inside of her.
He gripped
her hips tightly as he tried to focus his attention on what he was doing...and not on what she was making him
feel. When he felt her teeth lightly
scrape along the underside of his erection...just the way that she knew he
liked...he knew that he was dangerously close to losing all focus on everything.
With one more quick stroke against her inner walls, he pulled
back...just enough to whisper her name before moving his mouth to cover her
clitoris. He smiled inwardly as her hips
bucked against him, squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers as he revelled in
the sensation of her moaning his name as she sucked harder.
At that
moment, he made a decision.
She would
come...right here, like this. But, he
wouldn’t.
As the head
of his cock bumped against the back of her throat, and she angled her head
slightly to swallow him further, he realized that maybe he’d made that decision
a bit too hastily.
With a deep
groan, he pulled her swollen clit into his mouth...gently tugging at it with
his teeth as he sucked and flicked it with his tongue. She ground her hips against him, silently
begging for more as she pulled back...clamping her lips around the head of his
cock, sucking hard as she pumped her fist around the shaft.
He moved
his right hand to the small of her back, scratching his short nails against her
skin as he alternated between sucking her clit as hard as he could and holding
it between his lips as he laved it with his tongue. He felt her start to tremble and doubled his
efforts...sucking, licking, nipping...groaning against her flesh as he coaxed
her towards orgasm.
His groan
turned to one of near-disappointment when she suddenly released his cock from
her mouth. But, then he heard her scream
his name...felt her shudder violently against him...tasted her as she came...
It took all
of his self-control to keep his own orgasm at bay.
Her balance
gave way and he moved quickly, rolling their bodies until their positions were
reversed. He gave her quivering clit one
last lick, smiling as she gasped his name.
Feeling her tongue press against the swollen head of his cock, he moved
off of her and shook his head.
Rose
furrowed her brow, but then smiled as he knelt between her thighs and lifted
her right leg over his hip. “Oh...”
He licked
his lips, pushing his hips forward and sliding his thick cock into
her...moaning at the sensation of her still-quivering inner walls surrounding
him. She pulled him down, fingers
curling in the hair she loved so much as she licked his glistening chin.
He allowed
his body to choose the most random rhythm it possibly could, smiling as she
cried out in pleasure and ran her hands over his sweat-slicked back. He was only mildly surprised when she matched
his rhythm only a few moments later.
Apparently,
random wasn’t as random when making
love to her.
Knowing he
wasn’t going to last much longer, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. He wasn’t sure if the phrases he was speaking
were Gallifreyan or English, but it didn’t really
matter. She always seemed to know
exactly what he was saying...even though the TARDIS was still refusing to
translate Gallifreyan for her.
She’d said
one time that it was the tones he used that she understood...not the words. And that made perfect sense to him.
He pushed
his upper body up, holding himself above her as his hips continued thrusting
against her...pushing her towards her second orgasm and his first. He stared down at her and felt a nearly
overwhelming rush of love for her surge through him.
He tried
not to think about it very often, but...he had
come very close to losing her. Her and the baby.
However, sometimes the thoughts found their way back to the forefront of
his memory. And the thought of her not being
here...with him...was nearly crippling.
Times like
this, though...with her underneath him, legs around him, hands grasping for
purchase on whatever she could reach...
He was able
to push those crippling thoughts back...and smiled down at her just as her
nails raked down his chest.
“Come for
me, Rose...”
He gazed at
her in amazement as she threw her head back and screamed his name, her inner
walls convulsing around him as her fluids gushed over and around him. Just a few strokes later, he growled her name
and emptied himself deep within her.
His arms
threatened to give way, so he lowered himself to her chest...sighing as she
wrapped her arms tightly around him.
“Love you...I love you...”
She slipped
her fingers into his sweat-drenched hair and inhaled shakily. “Love you.”
He raised
his head and looked at her curiously.
“What did you just say?”
He brushed
the damp hair back from her face as she repeated herself. When he smiled brightly at her, she couldn’t
help but smile back.
“What? It’s not like I never say ‘I love you’ or
anything...”
“Never in Gallifreyan.”
He stated, carefully rolling onto his side and pulling her with
him.
“Thought I’d surprise you.” She
sighed as his softening cock slipped from her.
“And...I figured that’s what it meant.”
“So very clever, Rose
“Doctor?”
“Hm?” He murmured, smoothing his hand along her hip
and thigh.
“What’s a neomass extrapolator?”
His hand
paused in mid-stroke. “Well...it’s a
part to replace the semitemporal extrapolator in the
TARDIS.”
“Demitemporal...” Rose corrected, regarding him closely. “Earlier, you said demitemporal...not
semitemporal.”
“Demi,
semi...they’re interchangeable, really.
In relation to TARDIS extrapolators, that is. There are two extrapolators...normally one
demi and one semi. But, the TARDIS
functions normally with two demis or two semis...doesn’t really matter.”
“Yeah,
okay...” Rose stated, not really
understanding what he was talking about.
“And the neomass?”
“Well...I
think the neomass could possibly take the place of
both demis and
semis. Which would be
a lot easier to replace at any given point in time. Neomass
extrapolators can be found anywhere...even in New New
York. There’s no way we’d find a demi or
semi here. They’d be considered
obsolete...which, I guess they are. I
mean, this model TARDIS is considered obsolete...by Time Lord standards.”
“Why were
you so anxious about it?” Rose asked,
continuing when he gave her a questioning look.
“It’s just...when we were doing the mind walking thing...I kinda felt
that you were anxious or...nervous...or something.”
The Doctor
gave her a half smile and cleared his throat.
“ ‘Course I was nervous...it was the first time I’d welcomed anyone into
my thoughts and memories...”
“Yeah,
that’s what I thought at first, but...then I heard ‘neomass
extrapolator’ and...got the feeling that you were
worried about it or something.”
He stared
at her...half amazed at her observation and half terrified that she knew more
than she was letting on. As he watched
her eyes narrow just the slightest bit, he became more than half terrified and
decided to use an age-old question evasion technique.
Deflection.
“Not
worried, just anxious...it’s like surgery on a loved one, you know?” He smiled and tapped his fingers against her
hip. “Have, um...have you given any
thought about when, or where, you might want to get married?”
“Oh...um...well,
not really.”
His smile
disappeared instantly...as did the gentle tapping of his fingers. “Oh.”
“Oh,
God...no, I still want to get
married, Doctor.” Rose continued
quickly, realizing that he had thought otherwise. “It’s just...I always thought Mum would be
there, you know? At my
wedding? So, it’s kinda hard to
think about planning a wedding without her here...and...I don’t know, maybe I
was hoping...”
“Hoping
what?” He asked softly as she trailed
off.
She bit her
lip and took a deep breath. “That maybe
you’d find a way...even if it’s just to talk to her for a minute or two. It’s just...I want her to know. About the wedding...the baby...”
He lowered
his eyes from hers, but didn’t say anything.
She sighed sadly and tried her best to keep her tears from surfacing.
“But, you
haven’t found a way, have you? I
mean...it’s impossible, right?” Despite
her best efforts, her tears welled. “And
she’ll never know that I’m okay. That
I’m happy...and still in love...and she’ll never even know that she has a
grandchild, much less – ”
“I lied to
you.” He whispered softly, hearing the
tears in her words but still not looking at her. “I’m sorry.”
“Lied to
me? About what?”
He closed
his eyes briefly and inhaled deeply.
“I’m close. I’m so very close,
Rose. It’s...my fingertips are touching
it, but...I just can’t grab it yet.”
“What did
you lie to me about? You never lie to
me...unless...” Her eyes widened. “Unless you’re trying to protect me...”
He finally
met her eyes and lifted his hand to the side of her face. “The TARDIS does have extrapolators...both demitemporal and semitemporal. But, they function perfectly...and there’s
never been an issue with finding replacements if need be. The neomass
extrapolator isn’t for the TARDIS, Rose.”
“What’s it
for?” She asked softly, a tear spilling
from the corner of her eye and running across the bridge of her nose.
“It’s for
the dimension cannon that I’m building.”
She sat up
and pulled the sheet around her body.
She wiped her face as she stared at him.
“The what
you’re building?”
Clearing
his throat, he sat up and draped a blanket over his lap before scratching the
back of his head. “Dimension
cannon. I’ll think of a cool name for it
once I figure out if it works properly or not.
Something like an Interdimensional Teleporter
or something...”
She opened
her mouth, closed it, and then shook her head when her words wouldn’t
form. Not that she knew what to say
anyway. Reaching over, he took hold of
her left hand...running his thumb over the White Point Star in her ring before
lacing their fingers together.
“I...didn’t
want to get your hopes up. I’m sorry
that I lied to you...I just...I wasn’t expecting you to ask me what a neomass extrapolator is and – ”
She cut him
off with a kiss...a soft kiss that deepened only briefly before she pulled
away. He licked his lips and offered her
a small smile.
“I wasn’t
really expecting that...”
She rolled
her eyes, pulling her hand from his as she leaned back against the
headboard. She looked at him, crossing
her arms over her chest to hold the sheet in place. “It was either kiss you or hit you. I think I’ll wait and let Mum do the
hitting...”
“If it works.” He added softly, his smile
fading as he shook his head. “I don’t
know that it will, Rose. I just know
that I’m close. I could very well blow
up what I’ve built. And...if
that happens, then...I’m back at square one.”
He sighed
as another tear rolled down her cheek.
He tenderly brushed the tear away before running the backs of his
fingers along her cheek.
“Please
don’t cry, Rose.”
She shook
her head and smiled, covering his hand with hers and turning her head enough to
brush her lips over the back of his hand.
“Not bad tears, Doctor. It just
amazes me...you amaze me with what
you’d do for me.”
“I can’t
promise you that it’ll work. And if it
does work, I can’t – ”
“No, it’s
not what you do...” She interrupted,
holding his hand in her lap. “It’s what
you try to do for me. You’re trying to make the impossible
possible...and that’s amazing.”
“Isn’t that
what you do for someone you love? Try to
make them happy?” He asked, confusion
showing in his eyes. “It’s been a long
time since I’ve been in love, but...I’m pretty sure that’s what you do.”
“There are
times when I forget that you’re not human.”
Rose stated, grinning as she leaned over and brushed her lips across
his. “This isn’t one of those
times...you daft alien.”
He
chuckled, sliding his free hand to the back of her neck. “Stupid ape...”
Before she
could offer a retort, the phone still tucked safely away in the Doctor’s coat
pocket sounded an incoming text message.
He gave her a wink and gestured at his coat with a tilt of his head.
“That’d be
Jack...”
She gave an
exaggerated sigh and moved onto her knees, leaning forward to reach the coat
draped over the footboard. She jumped
when she felt his hand slide over the warm curve of her bare hip. She looked over her shoulder to find him
looking at her with the most innocent expression he could muster...which wasn’t
all that innocent.
She
laughed, playfully smacking his hand as she sat back...the coat firmly in her
grasp. He smiled happily, running his
hand through his hair as he watched her dig the phone out of the pocket.
“You really
are quite beautiful.”
She looked
up at him, seeing the truth in his dark eyes.
“So are you.”
The Doctor
blushed lightly and cleared his throat, wondering if the TARDIS was actually
translating for him now. “What’s the
message?”
Rose
smiled, silently thanking the TARDIS.
She’d tell the Doctor later that the ship had finally decided that Rose
was worthy of translations for Gallifreyan.
“Show’s
over...wants to know if it’s safe to come home.”
He stared
into her eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
“I’ll let you decide whether it’s safe for them to come back or not.”
She thought
for a moment and then sent a quick message back. As she tossed the phone onto the bedside
table and climbed out of bed, he raised an eyebrow.
“What did
you tell him?”
She moved
over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of clean
underwear...dark blue soft cotton instead of pink satin. “Told him to come back because we have a dimension cannon to work on.”
The Doctor
grinned as she tossed a clean pair of boxers onto the bed for him.
They
watched each other redress, laughing and flirting as they did so. As much as the Doctor had wanted to protect
Rose from the possibility that his plan might not work, he had to admit that it
felt liberating to know that the secret was no longer a secret.
It was out in
the open...where it should be. After
all, building something as momentous as a dimension cannon or an
Interdimensional Teleporter...or whatever they
decided to call it...would be so much more exciting with Rose’s
assistance.
Just like
everything else in life.
~ End