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amberfocusTitle: Heat Wave (1/2)
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amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut
Betas:jeprdyfrndly, ramblinsuze
Rating: Adult (but part one is safe for work)
Summary: On the planet Orialis III, the Doctor succumbs to the heat that is Rose Tyler.
Author's Note: This fic was written as a birthday present for my long time beta and good friendamyo67. Happy Birthday, love.
Chapter One
“Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” the Doctor said. He was responding automatically more than anything else and spoke without looking up from the TARDIS console. He was polishing one of the main levers having just finished up a major oiling of all the bits that had been squeaking rather dramatically. Rose’s eyes narrowed. After all they’d been through lately ignoring her was not one of his better ideas.
She knew that he liked her. She knew that he was very probably in love with her despite his recent idiocy, based on the things he’d said in the past. She knew that almost confessing his love to her had scared him to death and that he’d very deliberately tried to push her away and had used another woman to do it. Well, she was done with other women being the ones to turn his head. Now it was her turn and by the time she was finished with him, the only direction he’d ever look again was towards her.
“Doctor,” she repeated. Her voice was a bit lower than before and very stern. This time he glanced at her. His mouth fell open and for a moment he just stared. She was wearing a bikini. It wasn’t particularly revealing, but it was a bikini and she was pretty sure she heard the jaw closing circuit in his brain short out. She barely stifled her grin.
“Hmm?” he finally hummed when he got hold of his mind again. She could almost see him giving it a good thumping with his mental mallet to get it operating once more.
“I can’t find the swimming pool.”
“The swimming pool?” he repeated.
“Yes. It appears to have gone missing and I’m,” her tongue curled up over her front teeth for a moment as she paused, “in the mood.”
“The mood?” he squeaked. This was almost too easy. “F-for what?” he stammered.
“For swimming.” She gave him the ‘you just dribbled on your shirt’ look that his last incarnation had been so fond of bestowing. He blanched.
“Ah,” was all he said.
“So…” She ran her fingers lightly up and down his arm. Despite the heat of her hand, he shivered.
“So?” he repeated dumbly, his eyes drawn downwards despite his best intentions before leaping guiltily back to focus firmly on her face.
“Can you find the pool for me?” she asked patiently.
“I’ll do you one better,” he said shaking himself. “How does a tropical planet with warm, wide, open oceans, and soft, smooth sand sound? Ooo, now that’s alliteration!” He moved away from her quickly, but not too far. Just out of reach of her stroking fingers.
She grinned at him. “Wonderful.”
“I’ll have you there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” He frowned. “Weird expression that. I’ve never known a lamb to actually shake its tail. Twitch maybe, and why it would do it twice I don’t know, but—.”
“Doctor.”
“Sorry, rambling.”
“Noticed. So oceans and beaches? Really?” She closed the distance between them again, her hip pressing into his thigh as he reached for a lever.
He gulped and nodded. “About time we had a day or two off,” he said. “It doesn’t always have to be about running for our lives.” He shifted a few inches away from her. She shifted a few inches closer.
“It doesn’t?” she asked. That was a bit of a surprise. Ever since Mickey had left them, the Doctor had been hurtling them madly from one planet-saving activity to the next. It was like summer camp for intergalactic time travelers.
“Nope!”
Her grin got even wider as he spun away from her and danced around the console. His voice had gone up an octave. “I know just the place. Orialis Three. Water planet with lots of islands. We can rent a beach house and make a real holiday of it.”
Rose’s eyes sparkled and her tongue made its appearance between her teeth the way it did when she was particularly happy with him. “Thank you!” she said gleefully and next thing he knew he had an armful of soft, warm human girl. Soft, warm, human girl that he was obviously reluctant to let go of. He swallowed hard when it became clear to him that he was holding on a little longer than was strictly appropriate. She had no intention of complaining. It was all part of her plan.
She pulled back from him. “I’ll go find you some swim trunks in the wardrobe room!”
She skipped gleefully off, wondering just how long it would take him to realize what swimming with her on some deserted tropical beach would mean. It meant they would both be more than half naked, alone, together, all day long. If there was any chance of the Doctor ever giving in to his real feelings for her, it would be this sort of thing that would cause it. All she’d have to do was keep chiseling away at his self-control. She might not be some fancy French courtesan, but Rose Tyler knew how to keep a man’s attention when it really counted, and after this holiday the Doctor’s eyes were never going to stray again.
It was hot. It was so damn hot and the Doctor didn’t even have the oblivion of sleep to hope for even a dream of being cooler than he was at the moment. How Rose could sleep in this infernal place he had absolutely no idea. Tropical planet, he’d said and tropical planet he’d given her. A pretty little beach house on the shore to stay in, big thundering ocean waves to romp around in, and lavender sand to lie out in. He’d been showing off a bit finding her the pretty lavender sand that matched her bikini. The look on her face when she’d seen it had been something he’d never forget. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of this planet’s sand was that it absorbed the heat all day and then radiated it all night long.
Normally the heat wouldn’t bother him, but with his hormones under less than the best of his usual control due to spending far too many hours with a barely clad Rose Tyler, the incipient heat wave streaking through his blood was making things worse. So much worse. He’d had a very hard time keeping his hands off her today. Well, he hadn’t kept his hands off her, truth be told. There’d been some excessive hugging and just the tiniest bit of hand wandering, but all in completely legal places. He hadn’t entirely taken leave of his senses. Not yet.
Maybe this planet had been a bad idea. Still, what else could he have done? She’d wanted to swim and he’d wanted to make her happy and the TARDIS wasn’t telling where she’d hidden the pool. Rose had put up with so much lately. He could handle some heat, even if it was starting to feel excruciating. Considering what he’d put her through during the last few months, she deserved some time to just relax in a non-running-for-her-life sort of way. Hence the beach house. He wished, though, that the whole house had air conditioning and not just the bedroom where Rose lay sleeping.
It had been a good day. It had been a really good day, and as it had progressed his fears about getting closer to her had slowly dissipated. They’d played together in the temperate waves and he’d found every excuse he could come up with to touch her. Aside from all the hugging there’d been much in the way of hand holding and tickling and dunking each other under the water. Then there’d been snuggling on the beach with a fair amount of back stroking and hair play as they’d watched the sun go down. And not all of it had been initiated by him. The memory of Rose’s fingers sliding through his tresses might be permanently burned into his brain cells.
He’d almost forgotten that there’d ever been anything wrong between them, but now that a solid door separated them and he had time to think, he knew that this day had been an act of desperation on his part, and not just a small attempt to make Rose happy. He’d screwed up a lot over the past few months. First there’d been the regeneration, which he hadn’t warned her was even possible and he should have, because it was Rose and Rose deserved to have known that could happen with all she meant to him. Once he’d gotten over the sickness it caused, she’d really given him what for about that, but she’d stayed with him. He’d rarely had companions who stayed with him after regeneration unless he’d just picked them up shortly before the change and they’d barely had a taste of travel. Rose hadn’t even considered leaving him. At least not then.
He’d promised never to keep such important things from her again and he’d done his best to keep that promise, but other things had gone quite wrong. There was the gaffe of letting her get body-napped by Cassandra and almost killed by Cat Nuns, followed shortly by her nearly getting eaten by a werewolf because he’d let himself get distracted at dinner and had forgotten about her. Forgotten Rose Tyler. That wasn’t something he ever would have done in his last body. This one was just too easily distractible.
He sighed. She’d forgiven him that, too, but then that whole mess with Sarah Jane had happened. Sarah Jane, one of the few companions who’d stayed with him for years on either side of a regeneration. Rose had been jealous in a way he hadn’t quite recognized at first. Well, he’d recognized it as something he used to feel about Mickey, but certainly not as anything she’d ever displayed so clearly before. She’d gotten possessive when she’d thought her place in his life was in jeopardy. As if that could ever be true. No one was replacing Rose. No one. Still, such blatant jealousy had shocked him, and to be truthful, freaked him out just the littlest bit.
Not that Sarah had been much better. He’d had no idea Sarah Jane had ever felt that way about him. Rose…Rose he knew loved him, or had loved him, back before he’d changed. The way she’d come back to save him, all Bad Wolf and golden, had left no shadow of a doubt on that score. He just hadn’t realized she still did until she’d yelled at him outside the chip shop. He’d made his own feelings pretty clear that day. He’d almost told her exactly how he felt about her, about how much he needed her and that he…well, he’d messed that up, too, hadn’t he?
Dragging Mickey along and then letting his head get turned by Reinette and abandoning Rose after promising her he wouldn’t, had not been his shiniest moment. Drop on top of that leaving her boy…her best…leaving Mickey in another universe altogether…well, he sort of owed her a few days off. He was only trying to make it up to her. He absolutely was not desperately trying to keep her from leaving him. He tossed and turned on the couch trying to get comfortable, but it was really not possible on the stuffy 29th century piece of furniture.
The bed would be comfortable. The bed would be very comfortable. The bed was in Rose’s room and it happened to currently be occupied. By Rose. Which made the bed even more enticing. The idea of lying in it with her, of doing other things with her and to her… Damn, he was never going to get a moment’s peace tonight, was he? He tried to get the image out of his head, but it was suddenly all he could focus on.
The bed was huge, and fluffy and soft, and when they’d first arrived Rose had enthusiastically bounced up and down on it, in the aforementioned lavender bikini. The bed had not been the only thing to bounce up and down. He might have watched that display a little too long, for Rose had caught him at it, given him a knowing look and then lain back and smiled at him. He didn’t feel too guilty about his eyes on her chest. Hers had been on his bum quite a bit later on at the beach.
“I’ll sleep well tonight,” she’d purred at him. “This bed is the most comfortable one I’ve ever been on. Too bad you don’t sleep much or you could…join me.” She’d stretched in ways even his imagination couldn’t match, then she’d bounced (again) back up and dragged him out to the beach and he’d had to watch her sunbathe. Well, he’d had to keep her company. Well, he’d wanted to. The watching her part had been strictly voluntary. Or involuntary. Could he help it if his eyes were magnets and Rose was his true North?
He heard a noise and immediately bolted upright. The door to the bedroom was now open and he could feel the immediate change in temperature as cool air wafted towards him. Outlined in the dim light from the bedroom stood Rose Tyler. Her body was clearly visible through the short, pale white shift she was wearing. He watched as she stretched lingeringly in the doorway then turned her eyes in his direction.
“Hello,” she murmured.
Chapter Two
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut
Betas:
jeprdyfrndly, ramblinsuzeRating: Adult (but part one is safe for work)
Summary: On the planet Orialis III, the Doctor succumbs to the heat that is Rose Tyler.
Author's Note: This fic was written as a birthday present for my long time beta and good friend
amyo67. Happy Birthday, love.“Doctor?”
“Yes, Rose?” the Doctor said. He was responding automatically more than anything else and spoke without looking up from the TARDIS console. He was polishing one of the main levers having just finished up a major oiling of all the bits that had been squeaking rather dramatically. Rose’s eyes narrowed. After all they’d been through lately ignoring her was not one of his better ideas.
She knew that he liked her. She knew that he was very probably in love with her despite his recent idiocy, based on the things he’d said in the past. She knew that almost confessing his love to her had scared him to death and that he’d very deliberately tried to push her away and had used another woman to do it. Well, she was done with other women being the ones to turn his head. Now it was her turn and by the time she was finished with him, the only direction he’d ever look again was towards her.
“Doctor,” she repeated. Her voice was a bit lower than before and very stern. This time he glanced at her. His mouth fell open and for a moment he just stared. She was wearing a bikini. It wasn’t particularly revealing, but it was a bikini and she was pretty sure she heard the jaw closing circuit in his brain short out. She barely stifled her grin.
“Hmm?” he finally hummed when he got hold of his mind again. She could almost see him giving it a good thumping with his mental mallet to get it operating once more.
“I can’t find the swimming pool.”
“The swimming pool?” he repeated.
“Yes. It appears to have gone missing and I’m,” her tongue curled up over her front teeth for a moment as she paused, “in the mood.”
“The mood?” he squeaked. This was almost too easy. “F-for what?” he stammered.
“For swimming.” She gave him the ‘you just dribbled on your shirt’ look that his last incarnation had been so fond of bestowing. He blanched.
“Ah,” was all he said.
“So…” She ran her fingers lightly up and down his arm. Despite the heat of her hand, he shivered.
“So?” he repeated dumbly, his eyes drawn downwards despite his best intentions before leaping guiltily back to focus firmly on her face.
“Can you find the pool for me?” she asked patiently.
“I’ll do you one better,” he said shaking himself. “How does a tropical planet with warm, wide, open oceans, and soft, smooth sand sound? Ooo, now that’s alliteration!” He moved away from her quickly, but not too far. Just out of reach of her stroking fingers.
She grinned at him. “Wonderful.”
“I’ll have you there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” He frowned. “Weird expression that. I’ve never known a lamb to actually shake its tail. Twitch maybe, and why it would do it twice I don’t know, but—.”
“Doctor.”
“Sorry, rambling.”
“Noticed. So oceans and beaches? Really?” She closed the distance between them again, her hip pressing into his thigh as he reached for a lever.
He gulped and nodded. “About time we had a day or two off,” he said. “It doesn’t always have to be about running for our lives.” He shifted a few inches away from her. She shifted a few inches closer.
“It doesn’t?” she asked. That was a bit of a surprise. Ever since Mickey had left them, the Doctor had been hurtling them madly from one planet-saving activity to the next. It was like summer camp for intergalactic time travelers.
“Nope!”
Her grin got even wider as he spun away from her and danced around the console. His voice had gone up an octave. “I know just the place. Orialis Three. Water planet with lots of islands. We can rent a beach house and make a real holiday of it.”
Rose’s eyes sparkled and her tongue made its appearance between her teeth the way it did when she was particularly happy with him. “Thank you!” she said gleefully and next thing he knew he had an armful of soft, warm human girl. Soft, warm, human girl that he was obviously reluctant to let go of. He swallowed hard when it became clear to him that he was holding on a little longer than was strictly appropriate. She had no intention of complaining. It was all part of her plan.
She pulled back from him. “I’ll go find you some swim trunks in the wardrobe room!”
She skipped gleefully off, wondering just how long it would take him to realize what swimming with her on some deserted tropical beach would mean. It meant they would both be more than half naked, alone, together, all day long. If there was any chance of the Doctor ever giving in to his real feelings for her, it would be this sort of thing that would cause it. All she’d have to do was keep chiseling away at his self-control. She might not be some fancy French courtesan, but Rose Tyler knew how to keep a man’s attention when it really counted, and after this holiday the Doctor’s eyes were never going to stray again.
It was hot. It was so damn hot and the Doctor didn’t even have the oblivion of sleep to hope for even a dream of being cooler than he was at the moment. How Rose could sleep in this infernal place he had absolutely no idea. Tropical planet, he’d said and tropical planet he’d given her. A pretty little beach house on the shore to stay in, big thundering ocean waves to romp around in, and lavender sand to lie out in. He’d been showing off a bit finding her the pretty lavender sand that matched her bikini. The look on her face when she’d seen it had been something he’d never forget. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of this planet’s sand was that it absorbed the heat all day and then radiated it all night long.
Normally the heat wouldn’t bother him, but with his hormones under less than the best of his usual control due to spending far too many hours with a barely clad Rose Tyler, the incipient heat wave streaking through his blood was making things worse. So much worse. He’d had a very hard time keeping his hands off her today. Well, he hadn’t kept his hands off her, truth be told. There’d been some excessive hugging and just the tiniest bit of hand wandering, but all in completely legal places. He hadn’t entirely taken leave of his senses. Not yet.
Maybe this planet had been a bad idea. Still, what else could he have done? She’d wanted to swim and he’d wanted to make her happy and the TARDIS wasn’t telling where she’d hidden the pool. Rose had put up with so much lately. He could handle some heat, even if it was starting to feel excruciating. Considering what he’d put her through during the last few months, she deserved some time to just relax in a non-running-for-her-life sort of way. Hence the beach house. He wished, though, that the whole house had air conditioning and not just the bedroom where Rose lay sleeping.
It had been a good day. It had been a really good day, and as it had progressed his fears about getting closer to her had slowly dissipated. They’d played together in the temperate waves and he’d found every excuse he could come up with to touch her. Aside from all the hugging there’d been much in the way of hand holding and tickling and dunking each other under the water. Then there’d been snuggling on the beach with a fair amount of back stroking and hair play as they’d watched the sun go down. And not all of it had been initiated by him. The memory of Rose’s fingers sliding through his tresses might be permanently burned into his brain cells.
He’d almost forgotten that there’d ever been anything wrong between them, but now that a solid door separated them and he had time to think, he knew that this day had been an act of desperation on his part, and not just a small attempt to make Rose happy. He’d screwed up a lot over the past few months. First there’d been the regeneration, which he hadn’t warned her was even possible and he should have, because it was Rose and Rose deserved to have known that could happen with all she meant to him. Once he’d gotten over the sickness it caused, she’d really given him what for about that, but she’d stayed with him. He’d rarely had companions who stayed with him after regeneration unless he’d just picked them up shortly before the change and they’d barely had a taste of travel. Rose hadn’t even considered leaving him. At least not then.
He’d promised never to keep such important things from her again and he’d done his best to keep that promise, but other things had gone quite wrong. There was the gaffe of letting her get body-napped by Cassandra and almost killed by Cat Nuns, followed shortly by her nearly getting eaten by a werewolf because he’d let himself get distracted at dinner and had forgotten about her. Forgotten Rose Tyler. That wasn’t something he ever would have done in his last body. This one was just too easily distractible.
He sighed. She’d forgiven him that, too, but then that whole mess with Sarah Jane had happened. Sarah Jane, one of the few companions who’d stayed with him for years on either side of a regeneration. Rose had been jealous in a way he hadn’t quite recognized at first. Well, he’d recognized it as something he used to feel about Mickey, but certainly not as anything she’d ever displayed so clearly before. She’d gotten possessive when she’d thought her place in his life was in jeopardy. As if that could ever be true. No one was replacing Rose. No one. Still, such blatant jealousy had shocked him, and to be truthful, freaked him out just the littlest bit.
Not that Sarah had been much better. He’d had no idea Sarah Jane had ever felt that way about him. Rose…Rose he knew loved him, or had loved him, back before he’d changed. The way she’d come back to save him, all Bad Wolf and golden, had left no shadow of a doubt on that score. He just hadn’t realized she still did until she’d yelled at him outside the chip shop. He’d made his own feelings pretty clear that day. He’d almost told her exactly how he felt about her, about how much he needed her and that he…well, he’d messed that up, too, hadn’t he?
Dragging Mickey along and then letting his head get turned by Reinette and abandoning Rose after promising her he wouldn’t, had not been his shiniest moment. Drop on top of that leaving her boy…her best…leaving Mickey in another universe altogether…well, he sort of owed her a few days off. He was only trying to make it up to her. He absolutely was not desperately trying to keep her from leaving him. He tossed and turned on the couch trying to get comfortable, but it was really not possible on the stuffy 29th century piece of furniture.
The bed would be comfortable. The bed would be very comfortable. The bed was in Rose’s room and it happened to currently be occupied. By Rose. Which made the bed even more enticing. The idea of lying in it with her, of doing other things with her and to her… Damn, he was never going to get a moment’s peace tonight, was he? He tried to get the image out of his head, but it was suddenly all he could focus on.
The bed was huge, and fluffy and soft, and when they’d first arrived Rose had enthusiastically bounced up and down on it, in the aforementioned lavender bikini. The bed had not been the only thing to bounce up and down. He might have watched that display a little too long, for Rose had caught him at it, given him a knowing look and then lain back and smiled at him. He didn’t feel too guilty about his eyes on her chest. Hers had been on his bum quite a bit later on at the beach.
“I’ll sleep well tonight,” she’d purred at him. “This bed is the most comfortable one I’ve ever been on. Too bad you don’t sleep much or you could…join me.” She’d stretched in ways even his imagination couldn’t match, then she’d bounced (again) back up and dragged him out to the beach and he’d had to watch her sunbathe. Well, he’d had to keep her company. Well, he’d wanted to. The watching her part had been strictly voluntary. Or involuntary. Could he help it if his eyes were magnets and Rose was his true North?
He heard a noise and immediately bolted upright. The door to the bedroom was now open and he could feel the immediate change in temperature as cool air wafted towards him. Outlined in the dim light from the bedroom stood Rose Tyler. Her body was clearly visible through the short, pale white shift she was wearing. He watched as she stretched lingeringly in the doorway then turned her eyes in his direction.
“Hello,” she murmured.
Chapter Two
