amberfocus | Wolf Moon: Chapter Thirty-Seven

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A Picnic at the Pond

The next day the Doctor was true to his word and he and Rose returned to the pond they’d stopped at before on their way to the drayguins. The Doctor had packed a very elaborate picnic lunch for them, including many Earth foods she would never have been familiar with before becoming Pete Tyler’s daughter in this universe. It wasn’t that the food was particularly exotic or that she didn’t know what it was, just that her upbringing had precluded her from either trying or being able to afford much of the lavish feast spread before them.

Her absolute favorite of the offerings before her was the roasted quail. The Doctor may have stated that he was good at breakfast and only passable at everything else, but the meal before her put paid to that lie. She was also rather partial to the daikon medallions he’d roasted and sprinkled with parmesan cheese. Of course, he had the obligatory chips. He’d picked up on that favorite immediately.

The wine he’d chosen came from the planet Voltaire in the 53^rd century and was a deep shade of green, the flavor reminding her of nectarines. It was heavenly. But it was nothing compared to the chocolate. The desert came in long thin tubes of sugar glass that was stained in various shades of red, blue, green and yellow in a pattern that could have put many ancient Earth cathedrals to shame. Inside the sugar glass a slightly warm liquid chocolate fizzed and bubbled.

Rose giggled as every time she put her lips over the top of the tube the chocolate would suddenly rush up into her mouth in defiance of gravity. It seemed to house far more chocolate than it ought to have for its size and when she asked the Doctor about it he said, “Temporal candy. One of the dark secrets of Time Lord children; never to be spoken of in the company of adults.”

“You mean the sugar glass is bigger on the inside than the outside?” Rose asked looking at the tube in awe.

“Yeah. I learned to make it when I was seven. I stopped when I grew up but after I lost my people and my planet, well…I wanted to keep the good things alive and the temporal candy was one of the good things.”

“You’ll have to make it for our children on occasion,” said Rose with a smile. “I’m sure they’ll love it as much as I do.”

The Doctor had frozen at her words and she put her hand on his arm. “Doctor?”

“Our children?” he breathed. “You’ve decided then?”

She looked down at her lap and then back up at him nodding shyly. “I want to have your children,” she admitted. “I want this life with you, Doctor. All of it. When the time comes, when the changes to my DNA are complete, I want them.” Her heart was beating so quickly. She had only come to this conclusion when the words had tumbled out of her mouth, hadn’t meant to say it but the look of joy on the Doctor’s face made her glad that she had.

“I had no hope before you came into my life,” he said. “No future of my own. You’ve given me everything, Rose Tyler. I love you.” The intensity of those last three words shook something loose deep inside of her and the last vestiges of her fear evaporated. She put the candy down and moved over beside him, taking his own candy tube from his unresisting fingers and setting it on his plate.

She pushed him down onto his back and then her fingers were busy at his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pulling it free of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the button but it came loose and then she was pulling down the zipper. Rose reached inside his boxer briefs and pulled his penis free. It hardened in her hand and she raised her eyes to meet his briefly before lowering her head and lightly moving her tongue along the underside of his cool shaft in long, even licks from balls to tip.

She was methodical in her movements as she gave the left side, the top, and then the right side equal treatment before engulfing him in her mouth as deeply as she could. She swirled her tongue against him then slowly pulled back to his tip, sucking gently against the swelling of the head for several seconds before plunging him back into her mouth. This time when she withdrew from around him, she focused on the very tip of his erection, her tongue circling in the little slit on the top and making him buck his hips upwards.

Rose laughed around him, the gentle buzz of the sound vibrating against his skin and making him moan. When she tired of that little game she swirled her tongue around his head again then scraped her teeth lightly downwards and back up again so painstakingly slowly that he was shaking by the time she quickly took him back into her mouth, the warmth of her engulfing him and then holding still, not moving at all, just keeping him there.

His hand moved to her hair and he growled, “Rose.” In response to his impatience she suddenly sucked in a mouthful of air and the temperature change had him gasping. He’d been in her mouth long enough he no longer felt cool to her, but she must have heated him even more with the outside air. Her mouth quickly closed on him again and then she began working her lips up and down at a slow but steady rate. After working him for a while, she pulled her mouth away and he whimpered, but she did not go far, only down to the end of his shaft, to nuzzle around at the base, licking the neglected part of him that her mouth had been unable to reach, while the rest of him rubbed against her cheek.

Her hand moved up to cup him firmly to the side of her face as she licked around the root of him. When her mouth trailed down to his balls and gently sucked one into her mouth he trembled. When she moved onto the second one he’d moved into a continual tremor. As the third and fourth were treated to similar ministrations she felt his hands start to pull at her hair and when he said, “Rose, please!” she returned her mouth to his shaft, plunging down upon him and working her mouth in earnest while her hand wrapped around the lower part of him and moved in rhythm with her lips and tongue.

His shaking became stronger and she increased her speed. “Rose,” he said, “Rose, I’m going to…if you don’t want…you need to pull away…if you don’t want…” She redoubled her efforts adding a firm vacuum suction into the mix and he moaned and whimpered and then as she moved her free hand to lightly stroke his balls he fired into the back of her throat. “Rose!” he cried out.

Pulse after pulse of the cool, honey-flavored liquid filled her mouth and she swallowed it down, marveling that it wasn’t the least bit bitter or salty. In fact, it was something she would enjoy tasting, not dread. Something she’d never have the desire to spit out and run for the mouthwash or simply avoid altogether.

When he finished and finally began to soften in her mouth she finally let him slip away and she gently cleaned the last of his pale blue seed off his shaft. Then she carefully tucked him back away inside his underwear and pulled up his zipper and redid the snap. She crawled up beside him and into his arms.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on?” the Doctor asked her when he could speak again.

“I don’t know,” Rose said still not completely sure. “I just wanted to and I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“No,” he agreed. “I don’t mind at all. And if you’ll give me a few minutes to catch my breath, I’ll return the favor.” It was then she noticed he was still panting.

“What happened to the famed respiratory bypass system?” she asked teasingly.

“You, Rose. You take my breath away. All my breath.”

She smiled at him. “I love you.”

True to his word, a few minutes later the Doctor had Rose on her back, her jeans and knickers off, legs spread wide and halfway to heaven. His cool tongue took it’s time, giving her slow and thorough licks the length of her sex. He didn’t try to penetrate her body at all, not wanting to trigger her into a fearful remembrance of their mating. He simply and gently used his tongue to work between the folds of her womanhood before finally settling on the small prize near the top. He moved her slick folds aside with his fingers to gain better access to her clitoris and gently and as if he had all the time in the world, he licked and lapped and sucked and nuzzled and nipped at the tiny button.

When Rose started thrashing her legs around he encircled her thighs with his arms as he had done before to hold her still and protect his sensitive ears from being boxed. She still managed to squirm quite a bit but he had her mostly immobile otherwise. “Doctor, put a finger inside me,” she said.

He stopped what he was doing and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, yet. I want you fully healed before we do that.”

“Please. Just put it inside. You don’t have to move it, just, please!” she begged.

He resumed his position and focused on her clit again while releasing one thigh and very slowly dipping one finger just the tiniest bit into her opening. She was slick and wet and she urged him forwards. As carefully as he could he slipped inside her and held his finger still. She moaned and he picked up his efforts on her clit, no longer going slowly but driving her towards her climax. It did not take her long to shatter and when she did she reached out for his mind and brought him along on her orgasmic wave of energy. He’d only been semi-hard while he’d been licking her but when she did that he’d gone fully erect again and suddenly came in his pants.

He wished he’d had the forethought to have done the same to her when she’d gone down on him. Next time he definitely would. It was brilliant. When they’d both recovered sufficiently from the experience he asked her, “Ready for a swim?”

She nodded at him and stood up and casually stripped off the rest of her clothing before walking naked into the water. He quickly shucked off his own and followed her into the pond. He had always loved visiting planets without sentient species because he had always enjoyed skinny dipping. But swimming naked with Rose Tyler beat any experience he’d ever had anywhere else.

They swam and played in the water, hands and bodies frequently coming into contact and caressing each other. He would catch her from time to time and kneel down in the shallows to suckle against her breasts while her fingers played in his hair. She would stroke his bum, her fingers moving freely up his back or across his chest and sometimes down to cup his balls or play along the length of his shaft.

She brought him off again once with her hand while they stood behind the little waterfall, watching the water cascade down in front of them, their hips pressed into the stone on one side, the water running against the other. He took her mind along with him this time and was very pleased that she orgasmed as he had done earlier.

He kissed her often and well and by the time he carried her to land two hours later and laid her down in the grass, cuddling her to him, he didn’t think it would ever be possible to have a day that was better than this. They lay there for a long time, just enjoying being together.

They packed up the remnants of the picnic with soft smiles shot in each other’s direction. Rose fished out the last of her temporal candy and the Doctor encouraged her to finish it and then to eat the sugar glass, which wasn’t really glass at all, simply translucent thick sugar that had been hardened and colored. It was almost as delicious as the bubbling chocolate and when she ended up with sugar all over her mouth he leaned forward and licked it from her lips, eliciting a soft sigh from Rose.

This led to a very thorough snogging and he found his fingers moving back to her clit and lazily circling it. Rose’s hand found his shaft again and with the same lazy motions began to pump up and down. They resumed kissing and several minutes later they came again in a panting, sweating heap. His fourth testicle having fired, he knew he would not come again today and so when Rose said she was tired and needed a shower he agreed that they ought to head back to the TARDIS.

When they entered the ship still naked she hummed at them in a tone Rose did not recognize. “She’s not scandalized, is she?” Rose whispered.

“No,” he said. “She approves.”

“She does?” Rose asked in surprise. But the soft affirmative chiming in her head assured her that the ship did. They walked into the corridor, dropping the food basket off and throwing out the remaining contents that had spoiled in the sun.

They headed back towards the bedrooms. Rose paused, then said, “Your shower is bigger than mine. Can I use it?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Will you join me? I’m a little unsteady on my legs still.”

“Of course,” he agreed. He ushered Rose into his bedroom and then into the bathroom. He stopped frozen in shock as he surveyed the scene before him. “She gave it back,” he said in awe. There, hanging from the shower rod, was his dancing bananas shower curtain.

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After a day like that I'd give him more than just a dancing banana shower curtain! I'm just sayin'. But yay for the Tardis being nice to the Doctor! :)

Edited Date: 2008-03-13 12:21 pm (UTC)

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