Take Me Fishing
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amberfocusA/N: Another one shot in the Take Me Series. Ten/Rose. Crack, semi-graphic smut, humor, fluff.
Take Me Fishing
Rose Tyler does not have any idea what the Doctor is up to as he throws open her bedroom door and bursts into her room. He has been uptight for several days now, almost afraid to be in the same room with her. Twenty-four hours of amazing sex and then he had reverted to his old self, bumbling and goofy and obnoxiously chaste. So when he suddenly appears dressed in a ridiculous outfit, or what to her appears to be a ridiculous outfit, she’s a little off in her reaction. She laughs at him.
Take Me Fishing
Rose Tyler does not have any idea what the Doctor is up to as he throws open her bedroom door and bursts into her room. He has been uptight for several days now, almost afraid to be in the same room with her. Twenty-four hours of amazing sex and then he had reverted to his old self, bumbling and goofy and obnoxiously chaste. So when he suddenly appears dressed in a ridiculous outfit, or what to her appears to be a ridiculous outfit, she’s a little off in her reaction. She laughs at him.
“What on Earth?” she asks as she looks at the funny cream vest with all its zippers and buttons and flaps, the khaki Bermuda shorts and the silly hat perched on his head filled with…oh, no, she knows exactly where this is heading. “I’m not going fishing,” she tells him flatly.
“Please, Rose? Come on, the planet Astroforius has some of the most amazing lakes in the known universe. And we can go back to before it was discovered and not have to deal with other people at all! It’ll be wonderful.”
“No. Last time you took me fishing I ended up falling out of the boat and then you popped it with your fishing lure and we had to swim back to shore. I’m not going fishing!” she repeats stubbornly.
“I took you dancing,” he says pulling out his trump card. She narrows her eyes at him. She remembers exactly how he took her dancing and how he’s completely failed to take her dancing again lately. She’s not impressed with his argument.
“I’m not going fishing!” And she pulls the covers up over her head.
She feels him sit down on the edge of the bed and start bouncing up and down. “Come on, Rose, it’ll be fun. I promise it’ll be fun. We’ll have a good time. Don’t we always have a good time? Even when we’re running for our lives?”
“Go away, Doctor. I’m not going fishing.”
She feels him stand back up and she thinks she’s won, that he’s given up, but suddenly he’s straddling her body and the covers are yanked down and his hands are on her ribcage and he’s tickling her. She squeals.
“Stop it, Doctor!”
“Nope. Not until you say you’ll come fishing.” He’s merciless and she squirms about underneath him and she wonders if she can change the game as she tries to catch her breath, so she bumps her hips upwards into him and he freezes for just a moment and she knows she’s gotten to him.
His hands renew their attack as he slides down her body just a bit. Finally she yells, “I give! You can take me bloody fishing!”
He laughs, jumps off her and onto the bed. “I knew you’d say yes eventually!” He bounds out of the room and Rose shoots a dirty look after him, which is slightly spoiled by her admiring the shape of his bum in those shorts. She hears the sound of materialization echo through the TARDIS and she hurries to find an old t-shirt and pair of jeans. Can she help it that the oldest t-shirt she has fits like a second skin or that the jeans happen to hug her body but easily allow her to move? He can’t expect her to ruin a good outfit now can he?
She giggles, pulls her hair back into a ponytail, does a few last minute things and then strolls casually into the control room. His eyes run down the length of her body, lingering a bit long in the curviest places. “I’ve packed a breakfast,” he says. “And a lunch. We can stay in the boat all day.”
She groans. “Isn’t there a nice shore we can stay on instead? I really don’t fancy another fully clothed swim.” She tilts her head coquettishly. “Though I suppose, since you said no one else would be around, I could just shuck ‘em off and swim to shore naked.”
He blushes and refuses to meet her eyes. “We’ve got a canoe this time. Wooden. Can’t pop it.” He gestures to one side of the console and she sees it. It’s fairly long but only has two seats, with a long empty space in the middle between them.
“Doesn’t look very sea worthy to me,” she grumbles.
“Good thing we’ll be in a lake then,” he grins. Come on, help me shift it.”
A good fifteen minutes later they’re out in the middle of the lake and Rose sighs in ultimate boredom. “Oh, come on, Rose, smell the fresh air, look at the natural beauty of the place, relax.”
Easy for him to say. He wants to be here. She could think of one hundred things she’d rather be doing right now. One hundred and twelve if she can get the Time Lord in front of her to drop his guard and let her at his body again.
So he wants her to relax does he? Take in the fresh air? She breathes in as deeply as she can, making sure his eyes watch her chest rise and fall. “It does smell good here,” she says in a low raspy voice. “Don’t you like it when,” and she flares her nostrils a bit, “Things…just…smell…really…good?”
She leans back a bit, pushing her chest out further as she stretches her back. She pushes her legs out towards him, continuing the stretch through the rest of her body. “Now that feels good,” she says. She resumes her regular seated position.
“I think you said something about brekkie?”
“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he says hastily, tearing his eyes off her and reaching behind him. He tosses a bag in her direction. She opens it up and looks inside it. A feeling of pure evil washes over her as she pulls out a banana.
Very deliberately and slowly she begins to pull the skin down the sides of the fruit. She flicks her tongue out and over the tip of the banana, her eyes on his face as he swallows nervously. She puts the first inch of the banana into her mouth, then slides her lips back before plunging it back in a bit further. When she is sure she has his complete attention she slowly bites down, pulls the banana away, and begins chewing.
She makes a little moaning sound as she swallows. “You don’t know how good this tastes,” she says when her mouth is empty again. “So good.” She licks her lips and proceeds to eat the entire banana in the same fashion and by the time she is done the Doctor is staring at her more than a little gape mouthed.
Rose looks into the bag again and pulls out a small box of devilled eggs. He has really made this too easy for her. She plucks one egg half out of the container and sticks her tongue out, licking at the filling. As the flavor explodes in her mouth she gives him a sensual smile. She works her way through six egg halves, licking out all of the centers in slow languid strokes before eating the whites.
She starts next on the creamy cereal, swirling the spoon around in her mouth with each bite. He doesn’t let her make it through the entire bowl, snatching it from her fingers. “But I’m hungry!” Rose protests.
“So am I,” he says leaning forward and licking the corner of her mouth where a bit of cereal still remains. From there he quickly slides his tongue into her mouth and makes a slow, languorous sweep that suggests he has nothing but time to claim his pleasures.
His hands skim the front of her t-shirt and her body arches into his hands. His fingers find the hem of her top and slip up under it, reaching around behind her to unfasten her bra and move it out of his way. Then he breaks the kiss, pulling her top off and sliding the bra from her shoulders. His mouth returns to hers as his hands explore the softness of her exposed breasts.
His lips begin a slow path from her mouth, down under her chin to her neck, across her shoulder and back, down to her collarbone and finally to her breast. He is on his knees in the bottom of the boat, his mouth at the perfect level for the deliberate torture he begins.
Rose moans softly as his tongue finds a new home, worshipping her nipple for several long minutes before licking a pathway to the tender flesh beneath her left breast, where he nips and sucks happily before turning his attention to the right breast and repeating the process.
His hands are busy divesting himself of his own clothing and then trying without much success to remove her jeans. When he pulls away from her to wiggle out of his boxers she makes short work of the body-hugging jeans.
He lays her down in the long space in the bottom of the boat and nudges her thighs apart with his knee. She reaches her hand out to take his length and feels it twitch spasmodically. He hardens to iron as she teases him with slow firm strokes of her encompassing hand and follows them with feather light touches of her fingertips. His eyes are closed and his head tips towards the sky.
She wants him badly but she doesn’t want this to be quite so easy for him. After all, he’s made her wait two weeks. She sighs and scrambles away from him in the boat and he opens his eyes, meeting hers in confusion.
“Rose?” He asks.
“Yes, Doctor?” Her eyes open innocently, though she wonders how much of an innocent picture she can really make sitting in the bottom of a canoe completely naked. She picks up one of the fishing poles that is fastened to the side of the boat and wiggles it in the water a bit.
“What are you doing?”
“Fishing,” she says. “Isn’t that what we came here for?”
The Doctor’s eyes narrow but he decides that two can play this game. He reaches for the second pole and smiles at her. “Right you are. Fishing it is.” He manages to sit back up on the bench, his erection as rigid as the pole he’s now holding in his hands.
She can’t tear her eyes off him and it annoys her when her gaze drifts up to his mouth and it is set in a knowing smirk. He is completely aware of what she is doing and thinks he can beat her at this game. As her eyes drift back down she thinks there’s a very good chance that he might.
Damn it, she has no will power. She forgets the fishing pole and instead moves forward, her hands reaching for him. Then he is pushing her back down in the bottom of the boat again, sliding between her thighs and thrusting into her. The boat rocks around them as he takes her, adding to the rise and fall of their enthusiastic movements.
She has missed this, his filling her with his length and width and fierce movements. It is not long before she comes, this has been building for too many days. But he does not and he continues to pound into her for many long minutes, bringing her to a second orgasm that triggers his own and he lets out a wordless yell of possession as he spills his seed inside her.
Later as they row back to shore, having had their fill of both each other and unsuccessful fishing, the Doctor turns to her with a cat that swallowed the canary grin and she wonders why. “Sorry you didn’t catch anything, Doctor.”
“Oh, I think that the day went exactly according to plan.” She gives him an odd look. “Interesting fact about Astroforius, Rose,” he says casually. “Best lakes in the known universe, but…” he pauses, scratches the back of his neck and flashes her his broadest grin, “They don’t actually have any fish in them.”
“Please, Rose? Come on, the planet Astroforius has some of the most amazing lakes in the known universe. And we can go back to before it was discovered and not have to deal with other people at all! It’ll be wonderful.”
“No. Last time you took me fishing I ended up falling out of the boat and then you popped it with your fishing lure and we had to swim back to shore. I’m not going fishing!” she repeats stubbornly.
“I took you dancing,” he says pulling out his trump card. She narrows her eyes at him. She remembers exactly how he took her dancing and how he’s completely failed to take her dancing again lately. She’s not impressed with his argument.
“I’m not going fishing!” And she pulls the covers up over her head.
She feels him sit down on the edge of the bed and start bouncing up and down. “Come on, Rose, it’ll be fun. I promise it’ll be fun. We’ll have a good time. Don’t we always have a good time? Even when we’re running for our lives?”
“Go away, Doctor. I’m not going fishing.”
She feels him stand back up and she thinks she’s won, that he’s given up, but suddenly he’s straddling her body and the covers are yanked down and his hands are on her ribcage and he’s tickling her. She squeals.
“Stop it, Doctor!”
“Nope. Not until you say you’ll come fishing.” He’s merciless and she squirms about underneath him and she wonders if she can change the game as she tries to catch her breath, so she bumps her hips upwards into him and he freezes for just a moment and she knows she’s gotten to him.
His hands renew their attack as he slides down her body just a bit. Finally she yells, “I give! You can take me bloody fishing!”
He laughs, jumps off her and onto the bed. “I knew you’d say yes eventually!” He bounds out of the room and Rose shoots a dirty look after him, which is slightly spoiled by her admiring the shape of his bum in those shorts. She hears the sound of materialization echo through the TARDIS and she hurries to find an old t-shirt and pair of jeans. Can she help it that the oldest t-shirt she has fits like a second skin or that the jeans happen to hug her body but easily allow her to move? He can’t expect her to ruin a good outfit now can he?
She giggles, pulls her hair back into a ponytail, does a few last minute things and then strolls casually into the control room. His eyes run down the length of her body, lingering a bit long in the curviest places. “I’ve packed a breakfast,” he says. “And a lunch. We can stay in the boat all day.”
She groans. “Isn’t there a nice shore we can stay on instead? I really don’t fancy another fully clothed swim.” She tilts her head coquettishly. “Though I suppose, since you said no one else would be around, I could just shuck ‘em off and swim to shore naked.”
He blushes and refuses to meet her eyes. “We’ve got a canoe this time. Wooden. Can’t pop it.” He gestures to one side of the console and she sees it. It’s fairly long but only has two seats, with a long empty space in the middle between them.
“Doesn’t look very sea worthy to me,” she grumbles.
“Good thing we’ll be in a lake then,” he grins. Come on, help me shift it.”
A good fifteen minutes later they’re out in the middle of the lake and Rose sighs in ultimate boredom. “Oh, come on, Rose, smell the fresh air, look at the natural beauty of the place, relax.”
Easy for him to say. He wants to be here. She could think of one hundred things she’d rather be doing right now. One hundred and twelve if she can get the Time Lord in front of her to drop his guard and let her at his body again.
So he wants her to relax does he? Take in the fresh air? She breathes in as deeply as she can, making sure his eyes watch her chest rise and fall. “It does smell good here,” she says in a low raspy voice. “Don’t you like it when,” and she flares her nostrils a bit, “Things…just…smell…really…good?”
She leans back a bit, pushing her chest out further as she stretches her back. She pushes her legs out towards him, continuing the stretch through the rest of her body. “Now that feels good,” she says. She resumes her regular seated position.
“I think you said something about brekkie?”
“Erm, yeah, yeah,” he says hastily, tearing his eyes off her and reaching behind him. He tosses a bag in her direction. She opens it up and looks inside it. A feeling of pure evil washes over her as she pulls out a banana.
Very deliberately and slowly she begins to pull the skin down the sides of the fruit. She flicks her tongue out and over the tip of the banana, her eyes on his face as he swallows nervously. She puts the first inch of the banana into her mouth, then slides her lips back before plunging it back in a bit further. When she is sure she has his complete attention she slowly bites down, pulls the banana away, and begins chewing.
She makes a little moaning sound as she swallows. “You don’t know how good this tastes,” she says when her mouth is empty again. “So good.” She licks her lips and proceeds to eat the entire banana in the same fashion and by the time she is done the Doctor is staring at her more than a little gape mouthed.
Rose looks into the bag again and pulls out a small box of devilled eggs. He has really made this too easy for her. She plucks one egg half out of the container and sticks her tongue out, licking at the filling. As the flavor explodes in her mouth she gives him a sensual smile. She works her way through six egg halves, licking out all of the centers in slow languid strokes before eating the whites.
She starts next on the creamy cereal, swirling the spoon around in her mouth with each bite. He doesn’t let her make it through the entire bowl, snatching it from her fingers. “But I’m hungry!” Rose protests.
“So am I,” he says leaning forward and licking the corner of her mouth where a bit of cereal still remains. From there he quickly slides his tongue into her mouth and makes a slow, languorous sweep that suggests he has nothing but time to claim his pleasures.
His hands skim the front of her t-shirt and her body arches into his hands. His fingers find the hem of her top and slip up under it, reaching around behind her to unfasten her bra and move it out of his way. Then he breaks the kiss, pulling her top off and sliding the bra from her shoulders. His mouth returns to hers as his hands explore the softness of her exposed breasts.
His lips begin a slow path from her mouth, down under her chin to her neck, across her shoulder and back, down to her collarbone and finally to her breast. He is on his knees in the bottom of the boat, his mouth at the perfect level for the deliberate torture he begins.
Rose moans softly as his tongue finds a new home, worshipping her nipple for several long minutes before licking a pathway to the tender flesh beneath her left breast, where he nips and sucks happily before turning his attention to the right breast and repeating the process.
His hands are busy divesting himself of his own clothing and then trying without much success to remove her jeans. When he pulls away from her to wiggle out of his boxers she makes short work of the body-hugging jeans.
He lays her down in the long space in the bottom of the boat and nudges her thighs apart with his knee. She reaches her hand out to take his length and feels it twitch spasmodically. He hardens to iron as she teases him with slow firm strokes of her encompassing hand and follows them with feather light touches of her fingertips. His eyes are closed and his head tips towards the sky.
She wants him badly but she doesn’t want this to be quite so easy for him. After all, he’s made her wait two weeks. She sighs and scrambles away from him in the boat and he opens his eyes, meeting hers in confusion.
“Rose?” He asks.
“Yes, Doctor?” Her eyes open innocently, though she wonders how much of an innocent picture she can really make sitting in the bottom of a canoe completely naked. She picks up one of the fishing poles that is fastened to the side of the boat and wiggles it in the water a bit.
“What are you doing?”
“Fishing,” she says. “Isn’t that what we came here for?”
The Doctor’s eyes narrow but he decides that two can play this game. He reaches for the second pole and smiles at her. “Right you are. Fishing it is.” He manages to sit back up on the bench, his erection as rigid as the pole he’s now holding in his hands.
She can’t tear her eyes off him and it annoys her when her gaze drifts up to his mouth and it is set in a knowing smirk. He is completely aware of what she is doing and thinks he can beat her at this game. As her eyes drift back down she thinks there’s a very good chance that he might.
Damn it, she has no will power. She forgets the fishing pole and instead moves forward, her hands reaching for him. Then he is pushing her back down in the bottom of the boat again, sliding between her thighs and thrusting into her. The boat rocks around them as he takes her, adding to the rise and fall of their enthusiastic movements.
She has missed this, his filling her with his length and width and fierce movements. It is not long before she comes, this has been building for too many days. But he does not and he continues to pound into her for many long minutes, bringing her to a second orgasm that triggers his own and he lets out a wordless yell of possession as he spills his seed inside her.
Later as they row back to shore, having had their fill of both each other and unsuccessful fishing, the Doctor turns to her with a cat that swallowed the canary grin and she wonders why. “Sorry you didn’t catch anything, Doctor.”
“Oh, I think that the day went exactly according to plan.” She gives him an odd look. “Interesting fact about Astroforius, Rose,” he says casually. “Best lakes in the known universe, but…” he pauses, scratches the back of his neck and flashes her his broadest grin, “They don’t actually have any fish in them.”
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Date: 2008-03-29 04:45 am (UTC)*Hugs*
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Date: 2008-03-29 06:03 am (UTC)Stargate & Fishing
Date: 2008-03-29 06:30 am (UTC)There is also a really cute story where the Doctor and Jack meet up at said lake. If your interested fan fic was called 'Can of Worms' written buy Tuba321 and is posted on Fan Fiction . Net (it's one of a trilogy of DW/SG1 stories).
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Date: 2008-03-29 07:54 am (UTC)Well except it seems for a certian Dr 10 that seems to have trouble with the words 'I Love You Rose'
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