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By Rabid1st
Dr. Who...Ten/Rose
Word Count: 4700 - Part 5
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Rose/Ten, Rose/Nine
Warning: Adult situations, not work safe, fun and frolic-y at points and serious at others.
Spoilers: To S2 – The Satan Pit
Beta Babes: Jei, Keswindhover and Lilith...it's getting so they just say they like it...so if I'm abusing commas...blame the smut.
Summary: This is Ten/Rose smutfic...of a sort...things are done differently and with the tongue...it gets wild...and that's all I'm saying...
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own a thing. But I’m a nice person and I’m hardly worth suing. All characters and situations belong to the BBC and Dr. Who and Russell T. Davies, etc. I'm just borrowing them for the moment.
PART ONE
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/81014.html#cutid1
PART TWO
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/81708.html#cutid1
PART THREE
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/82748.html#cutid1
PART FOUR
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/82969.html#cutid1
PART FIVE
She’d gone back to her old room. After Mickey left, she’d gone back there to mourn. It just hadn’t seemed right to go straight to the Doctor the same night she lost her friend forever. But she was finished mourning and it seemed the Doctor was finished waiting for her to come home. He took her to their room, to their bed. Everything was just as she remembered. Dozens of books vied for space on his desk. Starlight twinkled overhead and there was the sweet scent of flowers in the air. A fountain tinkled merrily. The bed was piled with pillows and covered in rich linen. He bent over, disentangling her from his waist and neck so she fell the few inches to the coverlet. She bounced a little and had to claw into the sheets for stability.
The Doctor stared down at her. Not speaking. Not moving. The tilt of his head shadowed his gaze. His expression was unreadable but the room seemed to grow darker, colder as if black clouds were rolling in above them. Rose shivered, suddenly aware of her nakedness. The oncoming storm, she thought, and developed goose bumps everywhere. Every single muscle in her body drew taut as she poised to spring away from whatever was about to strike.
She watched the Doctor warily. He didn’t move a muscle. Then he opened his mouth a little, formed words with his lips but still didn’t speak. Ever so slowly, he lowered his chin until he was looking at her from beneath a furrowed brow. It was the fierce stare of a warrior god. He drew a long audible breath over his clenched teeth. His dimple appeared as he worked his jaw muscles. He seemed to be holding himself in check against some raging passion while he studied her, almost dissecting her with his sharp gaze. Rose felt trapped, pinned down like a mouse in the talons of a bird of prey.
Without shifting his focus from her, he removed his coat, whipping it off and twirling it away. A matador casting aside a cape. Rose broke eye contact to follow the coat’s flight. Glancing back, she saw the Doctor hook two fingers into the knot of his tie. He tugged until the silken material began to give. The knot came undone slowly, seductively, the band of the tie snaking through his collar.
“I’m going to bind your hands with this,” he said, allowing the tie to slither between his fingers. He nodded toward a spot behind her. “To the headboard.”
Rose tipped her head back until she could see the bars he planned to use to restrain her. Her mouth set in a stubborn line and both of her brows lifted in dismay. She started to object but changed her mind as the humor of it struck her and instead drawled, “Right, then,” she gave a little shrug, “And you’ll be doing this because…?” She shifted her gaze until her line of sight intersected his. “You think the imaginary three-way with a 900 year old alien probably isn’t kinky enough to get me the front page of News of the World?”
Despite an obvious effort not to react, the Doctor’s composure started to crack. His lips curved into a smile. His eyes gleamed and then creased at their corners. And then they almost crossed as he bent double and broke into helpless snuffling giggles. Rose couldn’t keep from beaming back at him as he sank down on the mattress edge next to her.
“You think I’m…kinky,” he gasped between snorts. Gulping in air and nearly overset with childish glee, he nudged her with an elbow. “Go on. Kinky? Really?” He wrinkled his nose as he said, “Sexually deviant? Well I suppose I am. We are. Can’t say it’s been done before. Even Omega didn’t go this far. But kinky? Like…like…something from a Sunday Sport advert?”
“Just a bit,” Rose said, primly. “Though mind you maybe not as bad as Sunday Sport.”
“But…still…enough to be going on with,” he said, nodding sagely. “Kinky? That’s just…just…topping.” He beamed at her. “I’ve gone from no sex life to speak of to ‘Dear Lord, you did what?’ in one regeneration. I’m like a…a…prodigy. Mozart or Klef Daggle.”
“Klef?”
“Daggle. Invented the transtemporal yo-yo at the tender age of three. Brilliant mind but quite mad. Certifiable.”
“Ah. Well...yeah...I don’t know though. Is it kinky for you?” Rose mused. “I’ve got a career blooming on talk radio, people will be lining up to interview me but you can’t get in the papers for having sex with a shop girl. Even saying you tie her up first.”
“Oh…can’t I just…” he challenged. “Maybe not in your provincial Earth papers but I can see the front page of the Raxacoricofallapatorius Weekly Gazette.” He held out both hands and mimed bracketing a banner headline in the air. “Renegade Time Lord Shags Hairless, Some Say Shaved, Ape.”
Rose snickered, as she added, “Oral Fixation Debate Heats Up.”
“Face of Bo Averted.”
“Oh, or,” She pointed at him. “Slitheen Green with Envy.”
“Girl’s Mother Claims She Suspected All Along,” the Doctor finished. He rubbed at a spot on his cheek. “At least now I can hold my head up. Feel I earned that slap,” he said. “I hate getting slapped for nothing.” Rose made a rude noise and he took quick revenge, lightly lashing at her bare breast with the tail of his tie, flicking the silken end against her skin.
“See? That…tha’s kinky,” Rose said, cupping a hand over her pleasantly throbbing nipple.
“I think it comes naturally,” he said with some pride. “Like a talent for music.”
“Yeah, you’re gifted alright.”
He sat up again and scratched behind his ear with one finger. “So, about the…bondage. At the risk of losing my new notoriety, I can't say I enjoy tying you up. I’m not…” he turned his head a little so she could see his concern and the truth in his eyes, “stimulated by the idea or anything. Just the opposite, actually. I love your hands,” he lifted her left one, carrying it to his lips, and kissed the webbing by her thumb, “your touch.” He licked at her palm and she could feel his cnidocytes pushing up into buds. He drew his tongue back in. “I just don’t want to become too aroused by you and fire off…prematurely.”
“I said I’d be careful next time…this time,” she protested. “I won’t trigger your cnid…needocy…”
“Cnidocytes.”
“’Cause, I know better now.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Rose. Honestly. It’s me. I want to do something else with you, not the dreaming. Something I expect will make me very aroused. And I know if you touch me, I’ll lose focus. That’s all.” He peered earnestly at her as he tested her willingness. “Okie-dokie?”
“I…” she thought about all the reasons why she had never even considered letting someone tie her up but none of them seemed to matter. The Doctor wasn’t going to hurt her. Or humiliate her. Or even allow her to be hurt. He would never use her. “Sure,” she said finally and held out her hands, wrists together.
He flashed a sparkling grin at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with anticipation. “It’ll be fine. Fun. I promise. I’ll use a slip knot.” He demonstrated for her, wrapping her wrists in a quick turn of his tie. “Easy to release. You just pull on this long piece when you want to be free and it let’s go.” He tugged and she was instantly untied.
“So, you do trust me.”
“Of course,” he said, meeting her eye as he carried her hands over her head. His lips brushed very close to her cheek. “I’m counting on you to restrain yourself. The tie is nothing more than a reminder. Can’t have you trussed and helpless. What if I’m suddenly transmatted out of here by a Dalek time scoop and need you to come rescue me? Or we could fall through a crack in time. If I’m thrown from the bed and knocked unconscious, you’ll have to make dinner.”
“If only more people considered that sort of thing,” Rose muttered in mock earnestness. “There’d be fewer household accidents.”
Working practically on top of her, he looped his tie around her wrists and then through the bedstead. Once the knots were secure, he placed the release in Rose’s grasp. “One good tug,” he said.
She nodded, sucking on her lower lip as she watched him start unlacing his shoes. “So, what are we doing, then? Besides…” she popped her ‘b’ as she said, “bondage?”
“Oh, didn’t I say?”
“Nope,” more popping, this time the ‘p’, as she turned her head to take in a bit of the room, “you didn’t.”
“I thought we might try intercourse.”
“You mean before…when we….? That wasn’t it with the little darts?”
It was his turn to over enunciate and under communicate, “Nope.”
“Do we need…protection?”
“No,” he said, quickly. Then, frowning slightly and scratching the back of his neck, he paused to weigh the idea. Finally, he shook his head. “No, I shouldn't think so, no. Should be perfectly safe.”
He shoved his socks into his trainers and tossed each shoe toward a separate corner of the room. Narrowing her eyes to slits, Rose glared after the bouncing footwear. She thought about the Herculean task of picking up after him, night and day. Then, she gave herself a sharp mental shake. She would never pick up after him. If she found herself tempted she’d ask to go straight home. She wasn’t going to turn into one of those women who moan and grumble as they gather up underwear. Let him keep his clothes in a pile if it made him happy. She wanted him to be happy. She noticed him watching her from the corner of his eye, a chary, almost hunted expression on his face, as if he’d caught a whiff of burgeoning domesticity.
His fingers worked busily, unfastening the buttons on his shirt, getting all the way to his waistband before he turned toward her and asked, “Something wrong?”
“Not a thing. Just lying here soaking up the…experience.” She smiled warmly at him, eyes shining with affection, and slowly the tension eased from his shoulders.
He took a deep breath and releasing it launched into an explanation. “From what I’ve read sex for my people consists of seven distinct phases.” Dragging his hand through his hair, he stood and paced a few steps away. He dropped his hands to his waist and started to remove his trousers. “What we’ve done so far is what you would call foreplay. But it's also a sort of...test.” He glanced down, as his fingers began unzipping his fly and apparently thought better of it. Switching his focus, he yanked his shirt tails from his waistband and then took a moment to open each of his cuffs. Dress shirt hanging loose, he turned to face her and began ticking off the steps on his fingers. “Attraction…we’ve got that in abundance…Contact…when I hold you, kiss you, it just feels right…Arousal…the need to fire into you, pounce, grab…Injection, True Union, Intercourse and…uhm….” He blinked at her and then hurriedly removed his shirt and undershirt, casting each item to the floor. “Well, never mind. Haven’t gotten through number six, yet. No need to go borrowing trouble.”
“And what…?” Rose insisted. “What happens after intercourse?”
“Nothing,” he said, very quickly. “Or…well…” He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment and then just as quickly said, “Convergence.”
“And that would be…?”
“Where we…converge. Unite. Join together.” He interlaced the fingers of both hands.
“Felt pretty much converged last time.”
“That was true union. A meeting of the minds, if it goes well…and it did go very well…” he said giving her a bright smile, “then we know we can move on to this…to intercourse.”
“And if that goes well…” Rose said, “Then, what? We…join together?”
“If you want to…yes. I would...yes,” he said softly. Looking down, he opened his fly and stepped out of his trousers. He glanced up while keeping his chin lowered. “Do you think you might…? Want to?”
Not entirely sure what he meant, Rose squeezed her lips together and instead of answering his query, ran her gaze over his naked body. It wasn’t like his ninth one. Nor Mickey’s. Nor like any of the other boys she’d been with. He didn’t have washboard abs or a well-defined chest. What he did have was an incredible backside, round, high and powerful. She’d noticed it before, when he’d tucked his hands in his trouser pockets. He was broad in the shoulder, defined there but leanly tapered. Sleek and pale, she thought, and not quite human. He was built like something that might pounce. Undressed, he seemed more alien and more weathered than she’d imagined. The thought of him touching her made her ache inside with immediate need.
“Come here,” she said in a throaty burr.
The Doctor’s slow smile reached his eyes before it bloomed on his lips. Moving with languid grace, he complied with her request, slinking smoothly, barely shifting the bed under them. He glided along her skin. When his body blanketed hers, he exhaled and settled his weight ever so gently. Rose shifted him a little, getting absolutely comfortable. His mouth grazed her throat, sucking lightly. A tangle of brown hair, stiff with pomade, rubbed against her cheek. She sighed into total relaxation, letting her knees fall open so he could get even closer. He had an alien suppleness and his skin, like the hair on his chest and arms felt unnaturally soft. But his underlying muscle had no give to it at all.
Rose thought she must be nothing but give. She felt so submissive. She didn’t even tug on her bonds as the Doctor began caressing her. He explored every nook and cranny of her body. Dipping his fingers or his tongue into her ear or her navel, he mapped each contour. She was like clay in his hands, malleable. He took his time concentrating on learning the many ways he might satisfy her. Rubbing, tapping, licking, humming, tickling, he never tarried but simply catalogued her reaction and moved on. When he reached her thighs, he meticulously peeled off one of her silk stockings, rolling the gauzy fabric to her toes. Bracing her bared heel against his shoulder, he lapped at her ankle, like a dog slurping up water. The impulsive saturation inspired an equal wetness between her legs.
Delighted by the effect, he gave her some giddy encouragement and repeated the entire process with her other stocking. This time as he licked, he carried her ankle to the outside of his shoulder and simultaneously braced the heel of his hand on her opposite thigh, holding her legs wide open. Splayed, she had no choice but to arch and squeeze her buttocks together as she tried to ease the intense throb at her core.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” he inquired mildly before scoring a multitude of little nips all the way down the inside of her leg.
“I…fuck,” she managed to groan. What he was doing with his tongue short-circuited her brain. The headboard creaked as she yanked on his tie.
After curling his tongue free, he chided her playfully, “Vulgarity is never appropriate,” he said. But a few minutes later he lifted his head a little so he could see her face as he asked, “Or was that a suggestion?”
Rose glared at him. “Like I told Mickey’s mate, Stan,” she gasped. “'That's a verb not an adjective’”
“Did you really? Would have loved to have seen that. Rose Tyler, Avenging Grammarian.”
“Doctor…please…”
“Do you want the toxin? Penetration?”
“No, I…just get…closer…”
“Closer,” he murmured, complying.
He ran his hands up her sides, skimming her arms until he could grip her bound wrists. She’d been tugging hard on her restraint and his silk tie was biting into her. She had red marks on her creamy skin. He gently eased the stress, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles over the chaffing. His mouth caught hers and he toyed with her lips. She leaned into the kiss, wanting him to go deeper. He found her tongue and invited it into his mouth.
Deeper. Closer. There it was again, the sound of rain, pounding on him. Want. Need. Must. The relentless beat bent him to her will. He let the liquid heat of Rose soak into him. It felt wondrous. He bloomed toward it.
Rose jerked when something touched her intimately, something warm and wet and…curious. She struggled away from a kiss. Shifting her shoulders, she shifted the Doctor and lifted her head to peer down his body. There was nothing to see but his hips locked into hers. She gulped in air, fighting against a sudden nausea. Her mind scrambled, trying to put a name to a dozen alarmingly new sensations as the Doctor’s…whatever it was spilled over her nerve saturated flesh.
It crawled. It scuttled. Between her legs, something slimy…skittered.
“Gah…what the hell is that?” she yelped, digging her heels in and nearly bucking him off.
“That’s me,” he soothed, holding on tight as she writhed. “Bit different than you’re used to?”
Trying to inch up the bed away from whatever was slithering over her and into her, Rose squeaked, “Different? It’s alive.”
“Well, of course it’s alive,” the Doctor snorted as his hands fastened around her waist to keep her from getting away. “I’m alive.” He gave her a wide-eyed stare. “Human men are alive, too. Don’t they move?”
“Not like that,” she said, squirming and hitching her body around as she tried to get comfortable with whatever he was doing to her. “God, it’s like…thousands of little,” The look on his face was expectant and too vulnerable. Rose took hold of her fear induced fancy and discarded the first few images that came to mind. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. After all, it didn’t exactly feel bad. In fact, it felt like… “Tongues, hundreds of tiny tongues…all swirling and licking and….” She shuddered involuntarily, not with fear but with pleasure, “vibrating, oh…oh….”
Her breathing turned to panting as the vibration intensified. The tremor alone burrowed deep into her, traveling along her clenched inner walls and rigid limbs. Her insides seemed to liquefy. In a boneless, trembling state, she slumped back down on the bed. The pulsing thrust surged toward her womb and she splayed into relaxation. Her heartrate slowed dramatically. Every breath she took thrummed, throbbed.
The Doctor started kissing her breasts and her throat and murmuring, “Yeah…that’s right…that’s better…no probs, no worries…just me and you, you and me, the Doctor and Rose…converging…”
Rose knew she would never have enough of this new sensation. Not if they stayed like this forever. It shook her. She mewed. All the tension in her body migrated from her extremities to her center. Heat and longing gathered under her breastbone. They twisted into one long shriek of ecstasy. It coiled. It struck, exploding toward her throat.
Pulling as tight a well-tuned piano string, she thrust up with her hips and cried out, “Oh, god! Ohgodohgodohgod, baby.” Collapsing, she gasped, “God,” once more.
“Did you just call me ‘baby?’ the Doctor asked mildly amused. “Or possibly…god?”
Rose could hear the delight in his voice. And through a veil of sparkling lights, she saw his enchanted if bemused expression. But she was too far gone to confirm or deny anything. She could barely catch her breath. The humming and throbbing had entered her bloodstream. Spasms quaked through her frame. The Doctor pushed up on an elbow to watch her transform into pure passion. Seeing her glazed eyes, he gripped her face, found her temple with two fingers and let her thoughts pulse over him.
Doctor, my Doctor…I need…I’m…Oh,godnotagain…Coming…I’m coming…
Come on, then. Come on, you…beautiful…visceral…creature. Break. Break over me.
Oh…God…In.
Yes, let me in, all the way in. Deep.
Deeper.
Oh, Rose, open. Open your mind. Open that door for me, Rose.
He didn’t push. He didn’t dare push her. He pleaded. Plaintively begging for the fire. Until the door heard him. Saturated with energy, it glowed at the back of her mind. He stepped toward it, placed a firm hand against it, and then, as her entire being shattered like pulverized glass, the door flew open, sweeping everything away with a blinding light. Her soul passed through his, wrenching him from his body. He went blind. Deaf. Numb.
“I can’t see,” he said, as if sudden, absolute blindness were a curiosity. “I can’t feel…sense. Anything.” It crossed his mind to wonder if she was still there. Could she still see him? Hear him? “Rose?”
All alone in the vastness of space, breathless, helpless, he started to panic.
As the Doctor struggled to find himself, Rose, wafting down like a breeze-borne feather reoriented to her body. She tried to marshal coherence from the fragments of her awareness. The Doctor was calling her. He needed her. But she simply could not move. Every cell in her body had found peace. She tried in vain to open her eyes, to move her feet or her fingers.
She managed to call him in her mind. When he didn’t answer, she searched for him.
Doctor? What is it? What’s wrong?
“Rose?” he cried plaintively, a lost little boy abandoned to the dark.
Outside her body. He was outside. Somehow separate from her. It didn’t seem natural. She forced her eyes open, squinted and saw him quivering above her.
“Doctor? Can you hear me?” She said her voice a brittle rasp.
He didn’t respond, only stared blankly through her. Galvanized into action despite the lethargic drag on her soul, she yanked on the release for her hands. As soon as she was free, she reached for him. He reared away from her touch, every muscle straining and stiff. She caught the back of his neck, soothing him, stroking him. Like a frightened animal he shivered and then pressed into her warmth. He came forward, nudging his hips into her. She wrapped around him, arms and legs. Combing her fingers through his hair, she whispered meaningless endearments into his deaf ears. She kissed his cheek.
He oriented his head, tilting it toward her until his mouth latched onto hers. His fingers clawed along her shoulder and up her neck until they found her skull, her temple. He entered her mind like a shower of fireworks’ sparks. Ripping free of the kiss, he pulled back and his eyes fixed on her with laser-like intensity as if he were truly seeing her for the first time.
His mouth fell open on a breathy, “Oh!” He said it again, “Oh,” and then, “Rose…I think I’m going to…”
Instead of completing the thought, he sucked in a great gulp of air. It choked him. His throat closed with a strangling gasp. His body arched as if someone had punched him in the stomach and then, whip-cracked back like a sheet in a strong wind. Corded sinew stood in sharp, strained relief all over him. He shuddered. And, groaning sent a gush of viscous, hot cream all over her most intimate flesh. The rich fluid filled her, brimmed over and trickled down her bottom to soak the sheets.
“Climax,” the Doctor said in a very small voice.
And then, as if he’d drained his whole being into her, he collapsed in a dead faint.
Rose heaved a shuddering sigh. She didn’t want to move. She wanted nothing more than to lay there under the Doctor’s weight. It felt so good. She felt so good. She was divinely exhausted. If anyone had told her she could come so hard, so often, she would never have believed them. Satisfaction was a wholly inadequate word for the blissful cocoon around her. It seemed wrong to disturb anything, change anything about this moment. But her conscience wouldn’t let her rest until she was sure the Doctor was alright. Concern made her push against the languid pull of complete contentment. Lifting her hand, she prodded his shoulder.
“Doctor?”
She waited for an answer.
Nothing. Not a twitch.
Gripping his arms, she shook him. When he didn’t react, she bucked her hips, heaving him to the side. He flopped over onto his back. His one arm flew wide, wrist dangling off the edge of the bed. He looked beautiful in this state, an angel in heavenly repose. But he was pale as death and it frightened her. Every trace of her lethargic fulfillment evaporated, burning off like morning fog. She sat up and pressed an ear to his chest. The satisfying double beat of his hearts eased her mind. She could hear the air whooshing in and out of his lungs. He was out cold but alive.
As her eyes angled down his body, she noticed his sex, curling closed like a wilting flower. Curious, she edged closer to it. As she breathed out, it flared open slightly, almost pulsating. Fascinated, she blew a steady stream of air across it and it bloomed. It looked nothing like the skittering, slimy things she’d first imagined. It was certainly alien but rather lovely, as simple and as unfathomable as an orchid. When she stopped stimulating it with her breath, the pastel petals furled into the same shape as a man’s flaccid member. Very gently, she stroked one fingertip along what would be the shaft and felt the deep purr of vibration again. Biting her lip, she smiled. How could she ever go back to a mortal lover after this?
She was full of him, now. Full of her Doctor, he was in her heart and mind and body. She opened her legs and tentatively touched herself. Amazed she wasn’t the slightest bit sore, she dipped a finger into the jellying seed he’d left inside her. There had been a lot of fluid and it seemed to be setting. She thought about washing it out. The Doctor had said there was no need for protection but what if his semen hardened like plaster or did something equally disturbing. She looked back at him, feeling almost too much love. It ached like an open wound.
She didn’t want to leave him like this. But she had no idea what to do. Maybe he only needed sleep. She certainly could use a few hours. Or days. Finally, she settled on a kiss.
When her hair brushed his face he sighed, shifting slightly and, before their lips could meet, he spoke.
“If they get back in touch…if you talk to Rose…tell her I lo…tell her…”
Her heart gave a lurch. “Tell me what, Doctor?” she murmured.
His whole frame jerked as if he’d just fallen into the bed and he opened his eyes. He blinked several times. And then pursed his lips and breathed out, “Oh, what a rush! What a ride! What a buzz…I’ve got going!” Rose smiled. He smiled. “My first orgasm,” he gleefully confided, eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. “Can you believe it?”
She honestly couldn’t. “You’re first?”
“Oh, yes,” he assured her, nodding very carefully as if any sharp movement or loud noise might break the spell of their mutual bliss. He spoke with the measured awe of a parishioner at Mass. “Convergence. Climaxing…coming…it’s like that isn’t it? A great current…rushing,” he pushed the last word through his teeth and clawed at it with one hand, “Coming…like I was surging toward you and through you.” He relaxed, sighing happily. Rose pillowed her head on his shoulder as he went on, “Do you know, I think I saw the future? It felt like the future, all bumpy and blurred. But I was just...hanging there. Rose, I do believe I had an orgasm, looked into my own navel or third eye or what have you and saw the future looking back at me. And how’s that for afternoon delight?”
“Was it truly your first ever?” she murmured lazily as the post-coital lethargy stole over her again. “I thought you’d had sex…lots of sex before…”
“Sex. Yes. Intercourse. No. Convergence. Never. All of it was forbidden, remember?”
“Oh…okay,” she said, not really understanding but willing to let it go. She could let everything go for a little while as long as the Doctor was alright. “You’re alright, then?”
“Alright? My, God,” he breathed, ever so softly, “I feel…fabulous…delighted. Is that why they call it that, do you think? ‘Afternoon delight?’ Probably, hey?”
“Probably,” she murmured sleepily. Relaxing at last, she cuddled into his side, all her tension and worry bleeding away. She brought her knees up toward her chest, bowing her back. He shifted his hips to accomodate her.
“Oh, Rose," he whispered, "I had no idea. I just kept pushing you through them. One climax. Two. Three. There should be some kind of…of school. Some sort of professional training. You should be licensed to climax, I think.” He stretched his arms over his head and then brought them down around her. Pulling her into his chest, he curled his body to cradle the fetal ball of her. His questing fingers located a blanket edge and he drew the warmth across them both. “I want to be certified, Rose,” he murmured right next to her ear. “I could be top of my class.”
The blissful peace had settled over them again but Rose couldn’t ignore this last whispered declaration. Letting her head drop back against the pillow of his arm, she brought her mouth to his and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Then, she flashed him her most devilish grin and purred, “Don’t you worry Doctor; I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before somebody, somewhere certifies you.”
END THIS PART
PART SIX
By Rabid1st
Dr. Who...Ten/Rose
Word Count: 4700 - Part 5
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Rose/Ten, Rose/Nine
Warning: Adult situations, not work safe, fun and frolic-y at points and serious at others.
Spoilers: To S2 – The Satan Pit
Beta Babes: Jei, Keswindhover and Lilith...it's getting so they just say they like it...so if I'm abusing commas...blame the smut.
Summary: This is Ten/Rose smutfic...of a sort...things are done differently and with the tongue...it gets wild...and that's all I'm saying...
Disclaimer: Nope, don’t own a thing. But I’m a nice person and I’m hardly worth suing. All characters and situations belong to the BBC and Dr. Who and Russell T. Davies, etc. I'm just borrowing them for the moment.
PART ONE
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/81014.html#cutid1
PART TWO
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/81708.html#cutid1
PART THREE
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/82748.html#cutid1
PART FOUR
http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/82969.html#cutid1
PART FIVE
She’d gone back to her old room. After Mickey left, she’d gone back there to mourn. It just hadn’t seemed right to go straight to the Doctor the same night she lost her friend forever. But she was finished mourning and it seemed the Doctor was finished waiting for her to come home. He took her to their room, to their bed. Everything was just as she remembered. Dozens of books vied for space on his desk. Starlight twinkled overhead and there was the sweet scent of flowers in the air. A fountain tinkled merrily. The bed was piled with pillows and covered in rich linen. He bent over, disentangling her from his waist and neck so she fell the few inches to the coverlet. She bounced a little and had to claw into the sheets for stability.
The Doctor stared down at her. Not speaking. Not moving. The tilt of his head shadowed his gaze. His expression was unreadable but the room seemed to grow darker, colder as if black clouds were rolling in above them. Rose shivered, suddenly aware of her nakedness. The oncoming storm, she thought, and developed goose bumps everywhere. Every single muscle in her body drew taut as she poised to spring away from whatever was about to strike.
She watched the Doctor warily. He didn’t move a muscle. Then he opened his mouth a little, formed words with his lips but still didn’t speak. Ever so slowly, he lowered his chin until he was looking at her from beneath a furrowed brow. It was the fierce stare of a warrior god. He drew a long audible breath over his clenched teeth. His dimple appeared as he worked his jaw muscles. He seemed to be holding himself in check against some raging passion while he studied her, almost dissecting her with his sharp gaze. Rose felt trapped, pinned down like a mouse in the talons of a bird of prey.
Without shifting his focus from her, he removed his coat, whipping it off and twirling it away. A matador casting aside a cape. Rose broke eye contact to follow the coat’s flight. Glancing back, she saw the Doctor hook two fingers into the knot of his tie. He tugged until the silken material began to give. The knot came undone slowly, seductively, the band of the tie snaking through his collar.
“I’m going to bind your hands with this,” he said, allowing the tie to slither between his fingers. He nodded toward a spot behind her. “To the headboard.”
Rose tipped her head back until she could see the bars he planned to use to restrain her. Her mouth set in a stubborn line and both of her brows lifted in dismay. She started to object but changed her mind as the humor of it struck her and instead drawled, “Right, then,” she gave a little shrug, “And you’ll be doing this because…?” She shifted her gaze until her line of sight intersected his. “You think the imaginary three-way with a 900 year old alien probably isn’t kinky enough to get me the front page of News of the World?”
Despite an obvious effort not to react, the Doctor’s composure started to crack. His lips curved into a smile. His eyes gleamed and then creased at their corners. And then they almost crossed as he bent double and broke into helpless snuffling giggles. Rose couldn’t keep from beaming back at him as he sank down on the mattress edge next to her.
“You think I’m…kinky,” he gasped between snorts. Gulping in air and nearly overset with childish glee, he nudged her with an elbow. “Go on. Kinky? Really?” He wrinkled his nose as he said, “Sexually deviant? Well I suppose I am. We are. Can’t say it’s been done before. Even Omega didn’t go this far. But kinky? Like…like…something from a Sunday Sport advert?”
“Just a bit,” Rose said, primly. “Though mind you maybe not as bad as Sunday Sport.”
“But…still…enough to be going on with,” he said, nodding sagely. “Kinky? That’s just…just…topping.” He beamed at her. “I’ve gone from no sex life to speak of to ‘Dear Lord, you did what?’ in one regeneration. I’m like a…a…prodigy. Mozart or Klef Daggle.”
“Klef?”
“Daggle. Invented the transtemporal yo-yo at the tender age of three. Brilliant mind but quite mad. Certifiable.”
“Ah. Well...yeah...I don’t know though. Is it kinky for you?” Rose mused. “I’ve got a career blooming on talk radio, people will be lining up to interview me but you can’t get in the papers for having sex with a shop girl. Even saying you tie her up first.”
“Oh…can’t I just…” he challenged. “Maybe not in your provincial Earth papers but I can see the front page of the Raxacoricofallapatorius Weekly Gazette.” He held out both hands and mimed bracketing a banner headline in the air. “Renegade Time Lord Shags Hairless, Some Say Shaved, Ape.”
Rose snickered, as she added, “Oral Fixation Debate Heats Up.”
“Face of Bo Averted.”
“Oh, or,” She pointed at him. “Slitheen Green with Envy.”
“Girl’s Mother Claims She Suspected All Along,” the Doctor finished. He rubbed at a spot on his cheek. “At least now I can hold my head up. Feel I earned that slap,” he said. “I hate getting slapped for nothing.” Rose made a rude noise and he took quick revenge, lightly lashing at her bare breast with the tail of his tie, flicking the silken end against her skin.
“See? That…tha’s kinky,” Rose said, cupping a hand over her pleasantly throbbing nipple.
“I think it comes naturally,” he said with some pride. “Like a talent for music.”
“Yeah, you’re gifted alright.”
He sat up again and scratched behind his ear with one finger. “So, about the…bondage. At the risk of losing my new notoriety, I can't say I enjoy tying you up. I’m not…” he turned his head a little so she could see his concern and the truth in his eyes, “stimulated by the idea or anything. Just the opposite, actually. I love your hands,” he lifted her left one, carrying it to his lips, and kissed the webbing by her thumb, “your touch.” He licked at her palm and she could feel his cnidocytes pushing up into buds. He drew his tongue back in. “I just don’t want to become too aroused by you and fire off…prematurely.”
“I said I’d be careful next time…this time,” she protested. “I won’t trigger your cnid…needocy…”
“Cnidocytes.”
“’Cause, I know better now.”
“It’s not you I’m worried about, Rose. Honestly. It’s me. I want to do something else with you, not the dreaming. Something I expect will make me very aroused. And I know if you touch me, I’ll lose focus. That’s all.” He peered earnestly at her as he tested her willingness. “Okie-dokie?”
“I…” she thought about all the reasons why she had never even considered letting someone tie her up but none of them seemed to matter. The Doctor wasn’t going to hurt her. Or humiliate her. Or even allow her to be hurt. He would never use her. “Sure,” she said finally and held out her hands, wrists together.
He flashed a sparkling grin at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with anticipation. “It’ll be fine. Fun. I promise. I’ll use a slip knot.” He demonstrated for her, wrapping her wrists in a quick turn of his tie. “Easy to release. You just pull on this long piece when you want to be free and it let’s go.” He tugged and she was instantly untied.
“So, you do trust me.”
“Of course,” he said, meeting her eye as he carried her hands over her head. His lips brushed very close to her cheek. “I’m counting on you to restrain yourself. The tie is nothing more than a reminder. Can’t have you trussed and helpless. What if I’m suddenly transmatted out of here by a Dalek time scoop and need you to come rescue me? Or we could fall through a crack in time. If I’m thrown from the bed and knocked unconscious, you’ll have to make dinner.”
“If only more people considered that sort of thing,” Rose muttered in mock earnestness. “There’d be fewer household accidents.”
Working practically on top of her, he looped his tie around her wrists and then through the bedstead. Once the knots were secure, he placed the release in Rose’s grasp. “One good tug,” he said.
She nodded, sucking on her lower lip as she watched him start unlacing his shoes. “So, what are we doing, then? Besides…” she popped her ‘b’ as she said, “bondage?”
“Oh, didn’t I say?”
“Nope,” more popping, this time the ‘p’, as she turned her head to take in a bit of the room, “you didn’t.”
“I thought we might try intercourse.”
“You mean before…when we….? That wasn’t it with the little darts?”
It was his turn to over enunciate and under communicate, “Nope.”
“Do we need…protection?”
“No,” he said, quickly. Then, frowning slightly and scratching the back of his neck, he paused to weigh the idea. Finally, he shook his head. “No, I shouldn't think so, no. Should be perfectly safe.”
He shoved his socks into his trainers and tossed each shoe toward a separate corner of the room. Narrowing her eyes to slits, Rose glared after the bouncing footwear. She thought about the Herculean task of picking up after him, night and day. Then, she gave herself a sharp mental shake. She would never pick up after him. If she found herself tempted she’d ask to go straight home. She wasn’t going to turn into one of those women who moan and grumble as they gather up underwear. Let him keep his clothes in a pile if it made him happy. She wanted him to be happy. She noticed him watching her from the corner of his eye, a chary, almost hunted expression on his face, as if he’d caught a whiff of burgeoning domesticity.
His fingers worked busily, unfastening the buttons on his shirt, getting all the way to his waistband before he turned toward her and asked, “Something wrong?”
“Not a thing. Just lying here soaking up the…experience.” She smiled warmly at him, eyes shining with affection, and slowly the tension eased from his shoulders.
He took a deep breath and releasing it launched into an explanation. “From what I’ve read sex for my people consists of seven distinct phases.” Dragging his hand through his hair, he stood and paced a few steps away. He dropped his hands to his waist and started to remove his trousers. “What we’ve done so far is what you would call foreplay. But it's also a sort of...test.” He glanced down, as his fingers began unzipping his fly and apparently thought better of it. Switching his focus, he yanked his shirt tails from his waistband and then took a moment to open each of his cuffs. Dress shirt hanging loose, he turned to face her and began ticking off the steps on his fingers. “Attraction…we’ve got that in abundance…Contact…when I hold you, kiss you, it just feels right…Arousal…the need to fire into you, pounce, grab…Injection, True Union, Intercourse and…uhm….” He blinked at her and then hurriedly removed his shirt and undershirt, casting each item to the floor. “Well, never mind. Haven’t gotten through number six, yet. No need to go borrowing trouble.”
“And what…?” Rose insisted. “What happens after intercourse?”
“Nothing,” he said, very quickly. “Or…well…” He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment and then just as quickly said, “Convergence.”
“And that would be…?”
“Where we…converge. Unite. Join together.” He interlaced the fingers of both hands.
“Felt pretty much converged last time.”
“That was true union. A meeting of the minds, if it goes well…and it did go very well…” he said giving her a bright smile, “then we know we can move on to this…to intercourse.”
“And if that goes well…” Rose said, “Then, what? We…join together?”
“If you want to…yes. I would...yes,” he said softly. Looking down, he opened his fly and stepped out of his trousers. He glanced up while keeping his chin lowered. “Do you think you might…? Want to?”
Not entirely sure what he meant, Rose squeezed her lips together and instead of answering his query, ran her gaze over his naked body. It wasn’t like his ninth one. Nor Mickey’s. Nor like any of the other boys she’d been with. He didn’t have washboard abs or a well-defined chest. What he did have was an incredible backside, round, high and powerful. She’d noticed it before, when he’d tucked his hands in his trouser pockets. He was broad in the shoulder, defined there but leanly tapered. Sleek and pale, she thought, and not quite human. He was built like something that might pounce. Undressed, he seemed more alien and more weathered than she’d imagined. The thought of him touching her made her ache inside with immediate need.
“Come here,” she said in a throaty burr.
The Doctor’s slow smile reached his eyes before it bloomed on his lips. Moving with languid grace, he complied with her request, slinking smoothly, barely shifting the bed under them. He glided along her skin. When his body blanketed hers, he exhaled and settled his weight ever so gently. Rose shifted him a little, getting absolutely comfortable. His mouth grazed her throat, sucking lightly. A tangle of brown hair, stiff with pomade, rubbed against her cheek. She sighed into total relaxation, letting her knees fall open so he could get even closer. He had an alien suppleness and his skin, like the hair on his chest and arms felt unnaturally soft. But his underlying muscle had no give to it at all.
Rose thought she must be nothing but give. She felt so submissive. She didn’t even tug on her bonds as the Doctor began caressing her. He explored every nook and cranny of her body. Dipping his fingers or his tongue into her ear or her navel, he mapped each contour. She was like clay in his hands, malleable. He took his time concentrating on learning the many ways he might satisfy her. Rubbing, tapping, licking, humming, tickling, he never tarried but simply catalogued her reaction and moved on. When he reached her thighs, he meticulously peeled off one of her silk stockings, rolling the gauzy fabric to her toes. Bracing her bared heel against his shoulder, he lapped at her ankle, like a dog slurping up water. The impulsive saturation inspired an equal wetness between her legs.
Delighted by the effect, he gave her some giddy encouragement and repeated the entire process with her other stocking. This time as he licked, he carried her ankle to the outside of his shoulder and simultaneously braced the heel of his hand on her opposite thigh, holding her legs wide open. Splayed, she had no choice but to arch and squeeze her buttocks together as she tried to ease the intense throb at her core.
“Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” he inquired mildly before scoring a multitude of little nips all the way down the inside of her leg.
“I…fuck,” she managed to groan. What he was doing with his tongue short-circuited her brain. The headboard creaked as she yanked on his tie.
After curling his tongue free, he chided her playfully, “Vulgarity is never appropriate,” he said. But a few minutes later he lifted his head a little so he could see her face as he asked, “Or was that a suggestion?”
Rose glared at him. “Like I told Mickey’s mate, Stan,” she gasped. “'That's a verb not an adjective’”
“Did you really? Would have loved to have seen that. Rose Tyler, Avenging Grammarian.”
“Doctor…please…”
“Do you want the toxin? Penetration?”
“No, I…just get…closer…”
“Closer,” he murmured, complying.
He ran his hands up her sides, skimming her arms until he could grip her bound wrists. She’d been tugging hard on her restraint and his silk tie was biting into her. She had red marks on her creamy skin. He gently eased the stress, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles over the chaffing. His mouth caught hers and he toyed with her lips. She leaned into the kiss, wanting him to go deeper. He found her tongue and invited it into his mouth.
Deeper. Closer. There it was again, the sound of rain, pounding on him. Want. Need. Must. The relentless beat bent him to her will. He let the liquid heat of Rose soak into him. It felt wondrous. He bloomed toward it.
Rose jerked when something touched her intimately, something warm and wet and…curious. She struggled away from a kiss. Shifting her shoulders, she shifted the Doctor and lifted her head to peer down his body. There was nothing to see but his hips locked into hers. She gulped in air, fighting against a sudden nausea. Her mind scrambled, trying to put a name to a dozen alarmingly new sensations as the Doctor’s…whatever it was spilled over her nerve saturated flesh.
It crawled. It scuttled. Between her legs, something slimy…skittered.
“Gah…what the hell is that?” she yelped, digging her heels in and nearly bucking him off.
“That’s me,” he soothed, holding on tight as she writhed. “Bit different than you’re used to?”
Trying to inch up the bed away from whatever was slithering over her and into her, Rose squeaked, “Different? It’s alive.”
“Well, of course it’s alive,” the Doctor snorted as his hands fastened around her waist to keep her from getting away. “I’m alive.” He gave her a wide-eyed stare. “Human men are alive, too. Don’t they move?”
“Not like that,” she said, squirming and hitching her body around as she tried to get comfortable with whatever he was doing to her. “God, it’s like…thousands of little,” The look on his face was expectant and too vulnerable. Rose took hold of her fear induced fancy and discarded the first few images that came to mind. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. After all, it didn’t exactly feel bad. In fact, it felt like… “Tongues, hundreds of tiny tongues…all swirling and licking and….” She shuddered involuntarily, not with fear but with pleasure, “vibrating, oh…oh….”
Her breathing turned to panting as the vibration intensified. The tremor alone burrowed deep into her, traveling along her clenched inner walls and rigid limbs. Her insides seemed to liquefy. In a boneless, trembling state, she slumped back down on the bed. The pulsing thrust surged toward her womb and she splayed into relaxation. Her heartrate slowed dramatically. Every breath she took thrummed, throbbed.
The Doctor started kissing her breasts and her throat and murmuring, “Yeah…that’s right…that’s better…no probs, no worries…just me and you, you and me, the Doctor and Rose…converging…”
Rose knew she would never have enough of this new sensation. Not if they stayed like this forever. It shook her. She mewed. All the tension in her body migrated from her extremities to her center. Heat and longing gathered under her breastbone. They twisted into one long shriek of ecstasy. It coiled. It struck, exploding toward her throat.
Pulling as tight a well-tuned piano string, she thrust up with her hips and cried out, “Oh, god! Ohgodohgodohgod, baby.” Collapsing, she gasped, “God,” once more.
“Did you just call me ‘baby?’ the Doctor asked mildly amused. “Or possibly…god?”
Rose could hear the delight in his voice. And through a veil of sparkling lights, she saw his enchanted if bemused expression. But she was too far gone to confirm or deny anything. She could barely catch her breath. The humming and throbbing had entered her bloodstream. Spasms quaked through her frame. The Doctor pushed up on an elbow to watch her transform into pure passion. Seeing her glazed eyes, he gripped her face, found her temple with two fingers and let her thoughts pulse over him.
Doctor, my Doctor…I need…I’m…Oh,godnotagain…Coming…I’m coming…
Come on, then. Come on, you…beautiful…visceral…creature. Break. Break over me.
Oh…God…In.
Yes, let me in, all the way in. Deep.
Deeper.
Oh, Rose, open. Open your mind. Open that door for me, Rose.
He didn’t push. He didn’t dare push her. He pleaded. Plaintively begging for the fire. Until the door heard him. Saturated with energy, it glowed at the back of her mind. He stepped toward it, placed a firm hand against it, and then, as her entire being shattered like pulverized glass, the door flew open, sweeping everything away with a blinding light. Her soul passed through his, wrenching him from his body. He went blind. Deaf. Numb.
“I can’t see,” he said, as if sudden, absolute blindness were a curiosity. “I can’t feel…sense. Anything.” It crossed his mind to wonder if she was still there. Could she still see him? Hear him? “Rose?”
All alone in the vastness of space, breathless, helpless, he started to panic.
As the Doctor struggled to find himself, Rose, wafting down like a breeze-borne feather reoriented to her body. She tried to marshal coherence from the fragments of her awareness. The Doctor was calling her. He needed her. But she simply could not move. Every cell in her body had found peace. She tried in vain to open her eyes, to move her feet or her fingers.
She managed to call him in her mind. When he didn’t answer, she searched for him.
Doctor? What is it? What’s wrong?
“Rose?” he cried plaintively, a lost little boy abandoned to the dark.
Outside her body. He was outside. Somehow separate from her. It didn’t seem natural. She forced her eyes open, squinted and saw him quivering above her.
“Doctor? Can you hear me?” She said her voice a brittle rasp.
He didn’t respond, only stared blankly through her. Galvanized into action despite the lethargic drag on her soul, she yanked on the release for her hands. As soon as she was free, she reached for him. He reared away from her touch, every muscle straining and stiff. She caught the back of his neck, soothing him, stroking him. Like a frightened animal he shivered and then pressed into her warmth. He came forward, nudging his hips into her. She wrapped around him, arms and legs. Combing her fingers through his hair, she whispered meaningless endearments into his deaf ears. She kissed his cheek.
He oriented his head, tilting it toward her until his mouth latched onto hers. His fingers clawed along her shoulder and up her neck until they found her skull, her temple. He entered her mind like a shower of fireworks’ sparks. Ripping free of the kiss, he pulled back and his eyes fixed on her with laser-like intensity as if he were truly seeing her for the first time.
His mouth fell open on a breathy, “Oh!” He said it again, “Oh,” and then, “Rose…I think I’m going to…”
Instead of completing the thought, he sucked in a great gulp of air. It choked him. His throat closed with a strangling gasp. His body arched as if someone had punched him in the stomach and then, whip-cracked back like a sheet in a strong wind. Corded sinew stood in sharp, strained relief all over him. He shuddered. And, groaning sent a gush of viscous, hot cream all over her most intimate flesh. The rich fluid filled her, brimmed over and trickled down her bottom to soak the sheets.
“Climax,” the Doctor said in a very small voice.
And then, as if he’d drained his whole being into her, he collapsed in a dead faint.
Rose heaved a shuddering sigh. She didn’t want to move. She wanted nothing more than to lay there under the Doctor’s weight. It felt so good. She felt so good. She was divinely exhausted. If anyone had told her she could come so hard, so often, she would never have believed them. Satisfaction was a wholly inadequate word for the blissful cocoon around her. It seemed wrong to disturb anything, change anything about this moment. But her conscience wouldn’t let her rest until she was sure the Doctor was alright. Concern made her push against the languid pull of complete contentment. Lifting her hand, she prodded his shoulder.
“Doctor?”
She waited for an answer.
Nothing. Not a twitch.
Gripping his arms, she shook him. When he didn’t react, she bucked her hips, heaving him to the side. He flopped over onto his back. His one arm flew wide, wrist dangling off the edge of the bed. He looked beautiful in this state, an angel in heavenly repose. But he was pale as death and it frightened her. Every trace of her lethargic fulfillment evaporated, burning off like morning fog. She sat up and pressed an ear to his chest. The satisfying double beat of his hearts eased her mind. She could hear the air whooshing in and out of his lungs. He was out cold but alive.
As her eyes angled down his body, she noticed his sex, curling closed like a wilting flower. Curious, she edged closer to it. As she breathed out, it flared open slightly, almost pulsating. Fascinated, she blew a steady stream of air across it and it bloomed. It looked nothing like the skittering, slimy things she’d first imagined. It was certainly alien but rather lovely, as simple and as unfathomable as an orchid. When she stopped stimulating it with her breath, the pastel petals furled into the same shape as a man’s flaccid member. Very gently, she stroked one fingertip along what would be the shaft and felt the deep purr of vibration again. Biting her lip, she smiled. How could she ever go back to a mortal lover after this?
She was full of him, now. Full of her Doctor, he was in her heart and mind and body. She opened her legs and tentatively touched herself. Amazed she wasn’t the slightest bit sore, she dipped a finger into the jellying seed he’d left inside her. There had been a lot of fluid and it seemed to be setting. She thought about washing it out. The Doctor had said there was no need for protection but what if his semen hardened like plaster or did something equally disturbing. She looked back at him, feeling almost too much love. It ached like an open wound.
She didn’t want to leave him like this. But she had no idea what to do. Maybe he only needed sleep. She certainly could use a few hours. Or days. Finally, she settled on a kiss.
When her hair brushed his face he sighed, shifting slightly and, before their lips could meet, he spoke.
“If they get back in touch…if you talk to Rose…tell her I lo…tell her…”
Her heart gave a lurch. “Tell me what, Doctor?” she murmured.
His whole frame jerked as if he’d just fallen into the bed and he opened his eyes. He blinked several times. And then pursed his lips and breathed out, “Oh, what a rush! What a ride! What a buzz…I’ve got going!” Rose smiled. He smiled. “My first orgasm,” he gleefully confided, eyebrows climbing toward his hairline. “Can you believe it?”
She honestly couldn’t. “You’re first?”
“Oh, yes,” he assured her, nodding very carefully as if any sharp movement or loud noise might break the spell of their mutual bliss. He spoke with the measured awe of a parishioner at Mass. “Convergence. Climaxing…coming…it’s like that isn’t it? A great current…rushing,” he pushed the last word through his teeth and clawed at it with one hand, “Coming…like I was surging toward you and through you.” He relaxed, sighing happily. Rose pillowed her head on his shoulder as he went on, “Do you know, I think I saw the future? It felt like the future, all bumpy and blurred. But I was just...hanging there. Rose, I do believe I had an orgasm, looked into my own navel or third eye or what have you and saw the future looking back at me. And how’s that for afternoon delight?”
“Was it truly your first ever?” she murmured lazily as the post-coital lethargy stole over her again. “I thought you’d had sex…lots of sex before…”
“Sex. Yes. Intercourse. No. Convergence. Never. All of it was forbidden, remember?”
“Oh…okay,” she said, not really understanding but willing to let it go. She could let everything go for a little while as long as the Doctor was alright. “You’re alright, then?”
“Alright? My, God,” he breathed, ever so softly, “I feel…fabulous…delighted. Is that why they call it that, do you think? ‘Afternoon delight?’ Probably, hey?”
“Probably,” she murmured sleepily. Relaxing at last, she cuddled into his side, all her tension and worry bleeding away. She brought her knees up toward her chest, bowing her back. He shifted his hips to accomodate her.
“Oh, Rose," he whispered, "I had no idea. I just kept pushing you through them. One climax. Two. Three. There should be some kind of…of school. Some sort of professional training. You should be licensed to climax, I think.” He stretched his arms over his head and then brought them down around her. Pulling her into his chest, he curled his body to cradle the fetal ball of her. His questing fingers located a blanket edge and he drew the warmth across them both. “I want to be certified, Rose,” he murmured right next to her ear. “I could be top of my class.”
The blissful peace had settled over them again but Rose couldn’t ignore this last whispered declaration. Letting her head drop back against the pillow of his arm, she brought her mouth to his and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Then, she flashed him her most devilish grin and purred, “Don’t you worry Doctor; I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before somebody, somewhere certifies you.”
END THIS PART
PART SIX
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Date: 2006-07-06 03:22 am (UTC)Awww...thank you...WOW!
Date: 2006-07-06 04:08 am (UTC)Thanks for the feedback. I do appreciate every morsel.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 03:30 am (UTC)This part had such ups and downs in it. The initial intensity of the Doctor, his lost feelings as he connected with Rose, the intensity of his orgasm and the giddiness of his reaction afterwords. I felt like I was on a rollerc oaster ride.
I can only hope the next part is as exciting as this one.
Glad to hear I didn't disappoint
Date: 2006-07-07 12:24 am (UTC)There will be less sex in the next part. OR...looking at it another way...lots more sex. Other things are about to happen as we go into the Impossible Planet/Satan Pit arc.
I do hope you continue to enjoy the ride. Thanks once more for the comments, you make my day.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 03:37 am (UTC)I have to tell you how amazed I am by your ability to make completely alien sex as hot as you do. DAMN hot. *fans self* This is one of my favorite fan-fiction stories of all time, in all the fandoms I read. It's so wonderfully original and well-written, not to mention completely in-character. You're really something else. :):)
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:05 am (UTC)Wow.
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(Aibhinn, how fun to run into you outside PhoenixSong!)
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From:I have to wonder where you live...that I posted...
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Date: 2006-07-06 03:45 am (UTC)Try not to yell...YEEHAW!...though...or...
Date: 2006-07-07 01:27 am (UTC):grin:
Private squirming...and yet I know about it...I feel like such a voyuer. Meanwhile...my goodness...my own smut certificate. Thank you!
Rae
Re: Try not to yell...YEEHAW!...though...or...
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:14 am (UTC)Thank you for the fic love
Date: 2006-07-07 01:29 am (UTC)Oh...yes...for Russell T. Davies to know what he has on his hands and not screw it up.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:35 am (UTC)*v.v. quiet squee*
Yes...but I love spoiling you...
Date: 2006-07-07 01:30 am (UTC)Thanks for the quick commentary.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:25 am (UTC)You know...I was just saying...in another reply...
Date: 2006-07-06 05:54 am (UTC)Glad you are enjoying my twisted mind. I do hope I continue to entertain you. Thanks for the feedback.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:29 am (UTC)I now wish to worship you.
May I now pay my respects to the newest smut deity.
I believe I am a goddess...
Date: 2006-07-07 01:35 am (UTC)Best not to even start down the dark path. But thank you for the kind words re: my smut powers.
Rae
Re: I believe I am a goddess...
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:33 am (UTC)Anyway I also thought everyone, that is the Doctor and Rose, were very in character the bit where the Doctor goes: “Human men are alive, too. Don’t they move?”. I could see the very interested look on his face, and the earnestness in that comment. And my favourite line in all of non-crack!fic fanfiction must be: she was too far gone to confirm or deny anything. That is probably the longest review I have written. Oh and I really hope you do a chapter for/post The Impossible Planter/The Satan Pit, since you did the "Oh she knows" (except not) bit.
Come here, you...I want to snuggle your feedback.
Date: 2006-07-07 01:46 am (UTC)Well...not this time! No siree.
I want to thank you very much for taking the time to convey the meat of what you enjoyed about the fic and this chapter. I do try to be both kinetic and emotionally true in my writing. I want the reader to feel like they are part of the action. I want you to relate and you are telling me here that you did.
Rose does act as the touchstone for the feelings and comparisons but I also love TEN...he has so much natural earnest wonder about things. I struggled for several weeks...simply absorbing the episodes I had...trying to get his voice right. Once I had it...he jabbered away in my head...constantly. As I've related elsewhere...when I wondered if Rose was waxed or shaved or had hair...the Ten in my head was all, nose wrinkling sneer as he said, "Waxed? WAXED?"
As for the future. I am very much hoping to do a chapter for the Impossible Planet/Satan Pit. And I have bigger...further...more exciting plans...but I'm not going to promise anything yet. My work is generally too close to canon to survive seriously crappy turns of fate for the characters. We must see what Saturday brings. If it goes as I think...and hope it will...then I will press on...otherwise...who knows.
Thank you once more...for winning the best feedback award for this chapter (at least so far). I really took your comments to heart.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 05:37 am (UTC)Oh my god please let him have a dick. I find myself praying, and then he does. sort of.
LMAO, Kali...
Date: 2006-07-06 05:51 am (UTC)Hopefully...it didn't scare you with the initial skittering about. I was going to have her compare it to something slithery but then I thought...no...that's really just her imagination...its actually a very nice sexual organ. :Rabid pets the Doctor's very nice organ:...:and it purrs:
Thanks for the feedback...alien sex is always difficult to conceptualize...I need to walk that line between EWWWW...and HAWT! Glad that you enjoyed despite your prayers not quite being answered. Thanks for the feedback.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 06:06 am (UTC)bottomchapter.(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-06 06:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-06 07:13 am (UTC)*tries to focus and get in a mood appropriate for going out in public*
My goodness, woman! *fans self* that was even hotter than the last extremely hot part. How do you do it?!?
Absolutely BRILLIANT. I love the way you're exploring the Doctor as Alien and your descriptions of Timelord!Sex - fantastic.....
*looks at clock*
Argh! I got so caught up in this I'm late for work!!!
*hugs and rushes off*
Would you like me to write a note for your boss?
Date: 2006-07-07 02:28 am (UTC)Sorry, Pooh was so very late to work on Wednesday. Truly it is all my fault. I tempted her with Ten/Rose smut, holding it before her mesmerized eyes...which kept her from seeing the clock. And then, her glasses were too steamed up to drive safely so I suggested she reread the chapter and maybe leave a little feedback.
Sincerely,
Rabid1st
:snort:
Thank you so much for once again leaving me feedback. I truly love your enthusiasm for this fic. And I'm glad you are enjoying the Time Lord Sex. It is loads of fun to write.
Rae
hugs you, posts note to your boss and rushes off...
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Date: 2006-07-06 08:10 am (UTC)I mean, yeah, it is smutilicious, but you've worked in the ninth doctor and nailed his personality, plus Rose and the tenth doctor. All the interaction is just so ON. Some stories end up veering into out-of-character territory at the point of sex, but this story used the perfectly in-characterness to amp up the hot factor. I mean, there isn't this level of characterization in most of the GEN fic.
And inventive! Jesus. I don't know what crazy awesome muse has been smoking the crack pipe and whispering in your ear, but she should get promoted. The neurotoxins etc should have thrown me out of the story, but they just sucked me further in.
Write on in your awesomeness!
Oh...my...goodness...what high praise, indeed!
Date: 2006-07-07 02:34 am (UTC)And you know, I know what you mean about the veering out of character for the sex scenes. Though to be fair to my fellow smutwriters I had to spend weeks getting Ten to this point. At first I had lots of trouble seeing what the Doctor would look like as a lover...but slowly the concept took shape. And it was very odd because as I started to write it out...the canon of the show got more and more intimate. So it really works with this sort of format.
As for my muse and her drug habits...it would explain a lot about her being absent from work so very often if she did indeed smoke some crazy alien crack. But...if you think she should get promoted...maybe I can find something for her in middle management.
Thank you again...so very much for taking the time to leave such beautiful and detailed feedback. Here's hoping now that the neurotoxins have sucked you in...Ten and Rose and I manage to keep you around.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 08:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-06 11:32 am (UTC)What an imagination you have! That made 'human' intercourse look so pedestrian in comparison. You convinced me, you wrote their characters so well, and good grief, I think in my mind this'll always be how Gallifreyans make love, even though we'll probably never find out for sure how it's done.
*genuflects* highly, highly impressed.
Rabid leans in and seductively offers you a light
Date: 2006-07-07 02:37 am (UTC)And, oh, yes...why bother with the plain old garden variety human intercourse when you have a Time Lord onboard. And it is good that you think of Gallifreyan sex this way...because (as I say in another comment somewhere) I am going to write their definitive biological guide someday.
:hee:
Thank you for the lovely feedback. Hopefully I will have more fic for you soon.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 11:37 am (UTC)I wish I hadn't had to read this at work, but I couldn't wait till I got home when I noticed the update this morning. That was so sweet. :)
I love how he's all "RAWR I'M MANLY! I shall tie you up and take advantage of you!" and she's like "WTF are you doing, silly?" Hehehe.
And oooooh with the seeing of the future. Loved it. :) Of course.
There you are my little icon creating genius
Date: 2006-07-07 02:41 am (UTC)As for the RAWR and so forth...yes...I wanted to see him go wild and then just melt back into his goofy old self again for the bondage. Because...well...bondage like this is just good clean fun. And, yes...he saw the future during orgasm. Handy reason to have orgasms..."But, honey, I need to plan our retirement portfolio...just one quick shag."
Hugs you for the love. Runs off to work on the Impossible Planet part.
Rae
Re: There you are my little icon creating genius
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:23 pm (UTC)“I…fuck,” she managed to groan. What he was doing with his tongue short-circuited her brain. The headboard creaked as she yanked on his tie.
sums up how this fic makes me feel.
Every update makes me squee like new Doctor Who episodes or my box set finally arriving yesterday.
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:34 pm (UTC)Oh, *that's* worked so well in the past.
Well done. No wonder he was so disappointed by the Brazilian.
You follow my plot twists...
Date: 2006-07-06 02:45 pm (UTC)Though the Doctor is even more confused than you might imagine...even catching that little slip of his.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:35 pm (UTC)I love how very alien the Doctor is in this piece and the 'adventure' he and Rose are on. And of course my heart did a happy little thump when he nearly told her he loved her, a la the Satan Pit.
I will definitely be looking for updates!
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Date: 2006-07-06 01:41 pm (UTC)You have to hurry and finish it...time's running out for Saturday :( *cries already*
Cries with you...sniffle
Date: 2006-07-07 03:19 am (UTC)Thanks for the kind words about my character voice...and story concept. I am having loads of fun with these two...I totally adore them.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 02:06 pm (UTC)Seriously, though, this is brilliant. Absolutely bloody brilliant. I'm new to the Who fandom (devoured the TWOP recaps of the Ninth Doctor and d/led all the episodes so far of the Tenth Doctor in less than a week) and I've been kind of on a fic binge, but this is the first truly great one I've read. And I don't just mean the smut. I mean, wow, but your descriptions and the characterization are both incredible. So yay, and update soon.
P.S. Your icon! Hee!
oh...yeah...much...much greater than...
Date: 2006-07-07 03:23 am (UTC)As for the icon...thanks...Sarichan made it for me...I have no icon skill at all.
Thanks so much for taking the time to leave such uplifting feedback.
Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 03:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for the thumbs up
Date: 2006-07-06 03:27 pm (UTC)Rae
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Date: 2006-07-06 04:46 pm (UTC)Fabulous chapter!
Thanks, pet
Date: 2006-07-07 03:28 am (UTC)Rose is essentially the Doctor's perfect match. And so...she enjoys new things and would be much more accepting than most girls would be about any of this.
Thanks for the feedback...as always it is greatly appreciated.
Rae
Re: Thanks, pet
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Date: 2006-07-06 07:22 pm (UTC)And yey! I cant believe how quick you updated. I love this fic and I love your idea of 'alien' sex, its the most original I've ever read. And the hottest. Again I give in to the urge to *SQUEE!!!*
Feel free to squee
Date: 2006-07-07 03:31 am (UTC)Thank you for the kindness of feedback. I greatly appreciate it.
Rae