Bit of a Change (2/3)
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amberfocusTitle: Bit of a Change (2/3)
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, PWP, smidge of Crack, Smut
Betas: amyo67, JeopardyFriendly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239005.html
Chapter Two: Failure to Launch
Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology. You couldn’t enhance a sex drive that didn’t exist.
The first time they’d come back to the TARDIS with what they’d been assured would be the answer to all of their problems only to find out it wasn’t, it had been really hard. Well, it hadn’t been hard, obviously, that was very much the problem. They’d had such high hopes. Rose had purchased a silk lilac negligee with black lace trim and had fixed her hair in the way he particularly liked, high on her head and well off her neck and she’d scrubbed her face free of makeup because he’d always preferred a more natural look on her. He’d taken the pills and they’d waited and waited. And waited.
As much as the Doctor had been able to appreciate how pretty Rose looked and how lovely she was to have gone to all that trouble just to encourage him along, it hadn’t done any good, because the stupid pills just did not work. They had returned to the sex shop, stunning the employees who worked there. It was the first time in their fifty-seven years of being in business that anyone had ever applied for the money-back guarantee.
The shop’s head chemist had taken it as a personal challenge and had formulated any number of pills, potions, topical treatments, oils, and aphrodisiacs, but each time they headed dutifully back to the ship to give it a go, the only thing to rise were Rose’s hopes. Even the Doctor’s usual mania was as deflated as his merely decorative appendage. Finally the chemist gave up, telling him there was nothing he could do for them and offering Rose a 75% discount on a series of vibrators and his condolences.
They had gone from there to specialists in the fields of cross species reproduction and biological reprogramming and while they had been assured that they could have a child together, something that was the furthest thing from either of their minds, it would simply have to be done in a Petri dish and implanted into Rose or grown in an artificial womb. Rose had exploded that she didn’t want to have a baby; she wanted to have sex, but the simple mechanics of giving the Doctor an erection so they could do anything the old-fashioned way, seemed to be out of reach for anyone who studied the Doctor’s genetic code.
The Doctor was taking each bit of bad news far better than Rose liked and she was getting frustrated. In more ways than one. The Doctor had been insulted at the idea that Rose might want those 75% off vibrators and had pulled her out of the shop in a huff before she’d had a chance to purchase any and she was almost at the point of insisting they go back for them. Although he seemed to be searching for new ways for them to successfully make love, he had no urgency. It was more like a research project with an open-ended deadline. Meanwhile she was getting randier by the day.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if the Doctor had been willing to participate in…other activities. But he hadn’t seen the point of things like oral stimulation, as he called it, and Rose was too frustrated to explain it to a clueless alien who was perfectly willing to lick everything else he came into contact with. For a man who claimed to know a lot about human beings, he had absolutely no clue when it came to human sexuality. He hadn’t even kissed her and he’d gone that far with Reinette, so she knew he was capable of it.
She was beginning to doubt he was serious about finding a way to make this work. Worse still, she was beginning to doubt he had the sort of feelings they had talked about the day she’d lost her face and wished now that she’d just kept her mouth shut. She didn’t mean to, but slowly she began to pull away from him emotionally and started building a protective shell around herself.
Unfortunately, her pulling away had made him become clingy to the point where she didn’t even have the time to take care of her needs by herself. It was making her very irritable and she knew she was taking that out on him. He was desperate to reassure her that he still very much wanted to be with her and stayed with her until she fell asleep at night and often times when she woke up he would be sitting by her bed with a book just waiting for her to wake up.
If she even suggested he leave her alone for a while he looked like a kicked puppy. When she spent more than eight minutes in the shower, the time the Doctor had allowed was long enough for her to wash her hair twice and condition it, he started getting antsy outside the door. She was almost to the point of suggesting a trip to visit her mother just so she could get herself off in the privacy of her bedroom at home, the one place he wouldn’t spend the night.
So when she managed to slip away from him on the planet Deneb 8 while he was consulting with yet another genetics specialist, she took full advantage of the situation and practically ran back to the TARDIS to spend some quality time alone. She almost embarrassed herself with how quickly she succeeded in her mission, but was rather exasperated when she realized she was still intensely, sexually frustrated. She still wanted the Doctor and wanted him desperately.
It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right that they just couldn’t have each other when they felt so much for each other. She sighed. There had to be some way to get some of this frustration out of her system. She made up her mind to go to a night club named Holy that she’d frequented a few times with the previous version of the Doctor and Jack back before they’d lost him. She was going to work off some of her sexual energy if it killed her and the best way she could think of for doing that short of going out and finding some man and shagging him rotten, was dancing.
And so she danced. She gyrated her hips and shook her bum; she flung her head from side to side, her hair coming free in a wild cascade of blonde, her arms above her head or shimmying down her sides. She went through dance partners like she went through lip gloss, quickly using up one after another and tossing them aside when they no longer took her fancy.
She was hot and sweating and still dancing hard two hours later when the Doctor found her. She caught his eyes from across the dance floor and the expression on his face as he saw her was dark and angry and more possessive than she’d ever seen it. She told the man she was dancing with to shove off and he was far less inclined than her previous partners to let Rose go. She sent him reeling away from her with a forceful shove. By the time he’d recovered the Doctor was there.
“Get lost,” the man spat at the Doctor. “She’s dancing with me.”
The Doctor turned to look at the man and the full force of the storm was in his eyes. “Not anymore,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. The man decided this was not an issue he wanted to push and buggered off. Rose sighed. She hadn’t wanted to continue dancing with the man, but she did want to continue dancing and she knew the Doctor wouldn’t want to dance with her. He never did in this body and she’d only managed to get him to do it a scant handful of times in his last one.
It surprised her, then, when he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, giving her a light jerk and bringing her to him. “Doctor?”
“I’m fixed,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body.
“Fixed,” she repeated dumbly.
“The Denebian scientist managed to strip the quadruple striations on the triple helixes of my DNA of their inhibitors and it did the trick.”
It was only as his mouth descended on hers that she realized what he meant. His lips were soft but insistent and the kiss was everything she had ever dreamt about. He stroked his tongue blithely into her mouth, neither asking for nor needing her permission. It had been granted months ago. Her stomach did a slow turnover and her body flooded with the desire she’d been trying to burn off for the past two hours.
His tongue traversed its way across her mouth, probing every nook and cranny in his determination to leave no part unexplored. He was slow and thorough and she found herself clutching the lapels of his suit trying to pull him closer to her. His hands moved on her back and she arched into him, her pelvis pushing forward and finding for the first time that she was not the only one ready for more than kissing.
She whimpered in protest as he released her lips but sighed softly as they fastened instead on the join of her neck and shoulder. She felt his teeth scrape against her before his talented tongue leapt out to taste her. He dragged his lips and tongue up her neck to her ear. “You have no idea,” he said, his breath hot against her ear instead of the usual coolness she was used to, “how much I want to make love with you.”
Rose felt her nipples twinge at his words and a rush of tingles roared from breast to womb. “Oh, I think I know,” she managed in a high-pitched, breathy voice that she didn’t recognize. “Take me back to the TARDIS.”
“Not just yet.” His hands roamed down the sides of her body then settled at her waist. The music swelled around them and the Doctor began to sway against her. It took her a moment to figure out that he was dancing. She just stood there dumbfounded. “Dance with me, Rose,” he said in a voice that dripped with sensuality.
Rose felt her hips begin to move of their own volition and the rest of her body followed. She wound her arms around the Doctor’s neck and rested her head against his chest. She could feel the rapid double thump of his hearts beating. He’d held her many times in the last year or so, but his hearts had never raced quite like this. The rise and fall of his chest was faster too, the pace of his breathing increased. It was clear from that alone that he was excited, but that was nothing compared to his most obvious sign of arousal.
There was absolutely no doubt in Rose’s mind that the Doctor had an erection and a pretty sizable one at that. He wasn’t being aggressive with it, but there was no mistaking it as they danced so closely together. Damn, but after months of denial she just wanted to find a likely wall to lean against and wrap her legs around him and go at it like rabbits. She had to very sternly inform herself that she had waited this long and she could wait a bit longer.
One of her hands slipped from the back of his neck and stroked down inside his open suit jacket. She could almost feel his skin through the thin fabric of his dress shirt and realized he must not be wearing an undershirt today. That was good. It would mean one less layer to get through later. She found her fingers wrapping around the silk of his tie and she pulled away enough to look at him, then pulled him down by the tie and found his lips again.
It was her turn to find her own path of discovery as she battled past his tongue and delved into the corners of his mouth. His teeth, she noted, felt slightly odd, as if they weren’t made of the same substance as her own. When she swept across the roof of his mouth he let out a groan that was almost primal and jerked her forward by the hips. Rose broke off her kiss. “Enough dancing?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered. He slung his arm tightly around her shoulders and she snaked hers around his waist as he led her from the dance floor. He had moved the TARDIS to just outside the club.
“How’d you know where to find me?” she asked. “You didn’t see me slip away.”
“Didn’t need to. I was able to track you,” he said gruffly as he unlocked the door to the ship.
“Track me? How? You didn’t Lo-jack me like you’ve been threatening, did you?” she asked suspiciously.
The Doctor laughed low and in the back of his throat. “No, Rose.” He pushed her almost roughly into the ship. “I could smell you.”
“Smell me?” she asked suddenly horrified that she was sweating so much he could smell her from across the city.
“I tracked your scent,” he admitted.
“My scent? You can smell me?”
He shut the door behind him and leaned hard against it, then inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them there was a predatory gleam in them. “Oh, yes.” He took another huge breath. “And that's a very good thing. You smell like jasmine shampoo and honeysuckle soap.” She took a step backwards at the look in his eyes. “You smell like adrenaline and anticipation.” He took another step forwards and she backed up the ramp toward the console. “You smell like fear and sweat and,” he inhaled again, his eyes fluttering shut, “so much arousal.”
His eyes opened again and they stilled her with the pure, raw desire in them. “But mostly, do you want to know what you smell like?”
“What?” she asked frozen in place now. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“You smell like you’re mine.”
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239653.html
Author: Amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Rose
Genre: Romance, Fluff, PWP, smidge of Crack, Smut
Betas: amyo67, JeopardyFriendly
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology.
Ch. 1: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239005.html
Chapter Two: Failure to Launch
Their first stop was an intergalactic sex shop that had absolutely nothing that could help him. It turned out that Rose’s flip comment about the existence of Space Viagra hadn’t been inaccurate. It existed in many, many different forms, but unfortunately after many trials and errors they had discovered that not one of them worked on Gallifreyan physiology. You couldn’t enhance a sex drive that didn’t exist.
The first time they’d come back to the TARDIS with what they’d been assured would be the answer to all of their problems only to find out it wasn’t, it had been really hard. Well, it hadn’t been hard, obviously, that was very much the problem. They’d had such high hopes. Rose had purchased a silk lilac negligee with black lace trim and had fixed her hair in the way he particularly liked, high on her head and well off her neck and she’d scrubbed her face free of makeup because he’d always preferred a more natural look on her. He’d taken the pills and they’d waited and waited. And waited.
As much as the Doctor had been able to appreciate how pretty Rose looked and how lovely she was to have gone to all that trouble just to encourage him along, it hadn’t done any good, because the stupid pills just did not work. They had returned to the sex shop, stunning the employees who worked there. It was the first time in their fifty-seven years of being in business that anyone had ever applied for the money-back guarantee.
The shop’s head chemist had taken it as a personal challenge and had formulated any number of pills, potions, topical treatments, oils, and aphrodisiacs, but each time they headed dutifully back to the ship to give it a go, the only thing to rise were Rose’s hopes. Even the Doctor’s usual mania was as deflated as his merely decorative appendage. Finally the chemist gave up, telling him there was nothing he could do for them and offering Rose a 75% discount on a series of vibrators and his condolences.
They had gone from there to specialists in the fields of cross species reproduction and biological reprogramming and while they had been assured that they could have a child together, something that was the furthest thing from either of their minds, it would simply have to be done in a Petri dish and implanted into Rose or grown in an artificial womb. Rose had exploded that she didn’t want to have a baby; she wanted to have sex, but the simple mechanics of giving the Doctor an erection so they could do anything the old-fashioned way, seemed to be out of reach for anyone who studied the Doctor’s genetic code.
The Doctor was taking each bit of bad news far better than Rose liked and she was getting frustrated. In more ways than one. The Doctor had been insulted at the idea that Rose might want those 75% off vibrators and had pulled her out of the shop in a huff before she’d had a chance to purchase any and she was almost at the point of insisting they go back for them. Although he seemed to be searching for new ways for them to successfully make love, he had no urgency. It was more like a research project with an open-ended deadline. Meanwhile she was getting randier by the day.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if the Doctor had been willing to participate in…other activities. But he hadn’t seen the point of things like oral stimulation, as he called it, and Rose was too frustrated to explain it to a clueless alien who was perfectly willing to lick everything else he came into contact with. For a man who claimed to know a lot about human beings, he had absolutely no clue when it came to human sexuality. He hadn’t even kissed her and he’d gone that far with Reinette, so she knew he was capable of it.
She was beginning to doubt he was serious about finding a way to make this work. Worse still, she was beginning to doubt he had the sort of feelings they had talked about the day she’d lost her face and wished now that she’d just kept her mouth shut. She didn’t mean to, but slowly she began to pull away from him emotionally and started building a protective shell around herself.
Unfortunately, her pulling away had made him become clingy to the point where she didn’t even have the time to take care of her needs by herself. It was making her very irritable and she knew she was taking that out on him. He was desperate to reassure her that he still very much wanted to be with her and stayed with her until she fell asleep at night and often times when she woke up he would be sitting by her bed with a book just waiting for her to wake up.
If she even suggested he leave her alone for a while he looked like a kicked puppy. When she spent more than eight minutes in the shower, the time the Doctor had allowed was long enough for her to wash her hair twice and condition it, he started getting antsy outside the door. She was almost to the point of suggesting a trip to visit her mother just so she could get herself off in the privacy of her bedroom at home, the one place he wouldn’t spend the night.
So when she managed to slip away from him on the planet Deneb 8 while he was consulting with yet another genetics specialist, she took full advantage of the situation and practically ran back to the TARDIS to spend some quality time alone. She almost embarrassed herself with how quickly she succeeded in her mission, but was rather exasperated when she realized she was still intensely, sexually frustrated. She still wanted the Doctor and wanted him desperately.
It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right that they just couldn’t have each other when they felt so much for each other. She sighed. There had to be some way to get some of this frustration out of her system. She made up her mind to go to a night club named Holy that she’d frequented a few times with the previous version of the Doctor and Jack back before they’d lost him. She was going to work off some of her sexual energy if it killed her and the best way she could think of for doing that short of going out and finding some man and shagging him rotten, was dancing.
And so she danced. She gyrated her hips and shook her bum; she flung her head from side to side, her hair coming free in a wild cascade of blonde, her arms above her head or shimmying down her sides. She went through dance partners like she went through lip gloss, quickly using up one after another and tossing them aside when they no longer took her fancy.
She was hot and sweating and still dancing hard two hours later when the Doctor found her. She caught his eyes from across the dance floor and the expression on his face as he saw her was dark and angry and more possessive than she’d ever seen it. She told the man she was dancing with to shove off and he was far less inclined than her previous partners to let Rose go. She sent him reeling away from her with a forceful shove. By the time he’d recovered the Doctor was there.
“Get lost,” the man spat at the Doctor. “She’s dancing with me.”
The Doctor turned to look at the man and the full force of the storm was in his eyes. “Not anymore,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. The man decided this was not an issue he wanted to push and buggered off. Rose sighed. She hadn’t wanted to continue dancing with the man, but she did want to continue dancing and she knew the Doctor wouldn’t want to dance with her. He never did in this body and she’d only managed to get him to do it a scant handful of times in his last one.
It surprised her, then, when he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, giving her a light jerk and bringing her to him. “Doctor?”
“I’m fixed,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body.
“Fixed,” she repeated dumbly.
“The Denebian scientist managed to strip the quadruple striations on the triple helixes of my DNA of their inhibitors and it did the trick.”
It was only as his mouth descended on hers that she realized what he meant. His lips were soft but insistent and the kiss was everything she had ever dreamt about. He stroked his tongue blithely into her mouth, neither asking for nor needing her permission. It had been granted months ago. Her stomach did a slow turnover and her body flooded with the desire she’d been trying to burn off for the past two hours.
His tongue traversed its way across her mouth, probing every nook and cranny in his determination to leave no part unexplored. He was slow and thorough and she found herself clutching the lapels of his suit trying to pull him closer to her. His hands moved on her back and she arched into him, her pelvis pushing forward and finding for the first time that she was not the only one ready for more than kissing.
She whimpered in protest as he released her lips but sighed softly as they fastened instead on the join of her neck and shoulder. She felt his teeth scrape against her before his talented tongue leapt out to taste her. He dragged his lips and tongue up her neck to her ear. “You have no idea,” he said, his breath hot against her ear instead of the usual coolness she was used to, “how much I want to make love with you.”
Rose felt her nipples twinge at his words and a rush of tingles roared from breast to womb. “Oh, I think I know,” she managed in a high-pitched, breathy voice that she didn’t recognize. “Take me back to the TARDIS.”
“Not just yet.” His hands roamed down the sides of her body then settled at her waist. The music swelled around them and the Doctor began to sway against her. It took her a moment to figure out that he was dancing. She just stood there dumbfounded. “Dance with me, Rose,” he said in a voice that dripped with sensuality.
Rose felt her hips begin to move of their own volition and the rest of her body followed. She wound her arms around the Doctor’s neck and rested her head against his chest. She could feel the rapid double thump of his hearts beating. He’d held her many times in the last year or so, but his hearts had never raced quite like this. The rise and fall of his chest was faster too, the pace of his breathing increased. It was clear from that alone that he was excited, but that was nothing compared to his most obvious sign of arousal.
There was absolutely no doubt in Rose’s mind that the Doctor had an erection and a pretty sizable one at that. He wasn’t being aggressive with it, but there was no mistaking it as they danced so closely together. Damn, but after months of denial she just wanted to find a likely wall to lean against and wrap her legs around him and go at it like rabbits. She had to very sternly inform herself that she had waited this long and she could wait a bit longer.
One of her hands slipped from the back of his neck and stroked down inside his open suit jacket. She could almost feel his skin through the thin fabric of his dress shirt and realized he must not be wearing an undershirt today. That was good. It would mean one less layer to get through later. She found her fingers wrapping around the silk of his tie and she pulled away enough to look at him, then pulled him down by the tie and found his lips again.
It was her turn to find her own path of discovery as she battled past his tongue and delved into the corners of his mouth. His teeth, she noted, felt slightly odd, as if they weren’t made of the same substance as her own. When she swept across the roof of his mouth he let out a groan that was almost primal and jerked her forward by the hips. Rose broke off her kiss. “Enough dancing?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” he muttered. He slung his arm tightly around her shoulders and she snaked hers around his waist as he led her from the dance floor. He had moved the TARDIS to just outside the club.
“How’d you know where to find me?” she asked. “You didn’t see me slip away.”
“Didn’t need to. I was able to track you,” he said gruffly as he unlocked the door to the ship.
“Track me? How? You didn’t Lo-jack me like you’ve been threatening, did you?” she asked suspiciously.
The Doctor laughed low and in the back of his throat. “No, Rose.” He pushed her almost roughly into the ship. “I could smell you.”
“Smell me?” she asked suddenly horrified that she was sweating so much he could smell her from across the city.
“I tracked your scent,” he admitted.
“My scent? You can smell me?”
He shut the door behind him and leaned hard against it, then inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them there was a predatory gleam in them. “Oh, yes.” He took another huge breath. “And that's a very good thing. You smell like jasmine shampoo and honeysuckle soap.” She took a step backwards at the look in his eyes. “You smell like adrenaline and anticipation.” He took another step forwards and she backed up the ramp toward the console. “You smell like fear and sweat and,” he inhaled again, his eyes fluttering shut, “so much arousal.”
His eyes opened again and they stilled her with the pure, raw desire in them. “But mostly, do you want to know what you smell like?”
“What?” she asked frozen in place now. Her voice was barely a whisper.
“You smell like you’re mine.”
Ch. 3: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/239653.html
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Date: 2009-04-26 08:43 pm (UTC)