Wolf Moon: Chapter Twenty-Five

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Realization

 

They’d been quiet for several minutes when Rose gave him a sidelong glance.  “What?” he asked.

 

She bit her lip and he could tell she was thinking about how to ask him something.  “Out with it,” he said gently.  “I won’t bite.”

 

“Yes, you will, liar,” she said with a grin, pointing to her shoulder.  “But I don’t mind.”  She sighed.  “I just have a question.”

 

“Ask, then,” he told her.

 

“Well, it’s about last night,” she said.  His hand tightened on hers fractionally.  “But I don’t want to get you all worked up again.”

 

Too late.  Even thinking about the previous night was getting him worked up.  “What about last night?”  His voice went husky as he thought of it and he turned towards her.  She was flaming red from the look he turned on her.

 

He studied her as she searched for the right words.  “When you…went off in my hand, there was an awful lot of…ejaculate,” she said.  “So if I was to give you a blow job, and get that look off your face, I mean at some point in the future, not now, Doctor.  So don’t get your hopes or anything else up.  How would that work without you, you know, drowning me?”

 

The Doctor laughed and she pulled her hand away from his, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring up at him.  “It’s a valid question and at this rate you’re not going to ever have to answer it because you’re never going to get one!” she snapped.

 

He sobered instantly at her threat.  “Sorry, Rose.  I wasn’t laughing at your question.  You may have noticed I’m a bit different from human men.”

 

“You mean because you have four--.”

 

“Yeah,” he interrupted impatiently.  “And they all came on line for the first time in this body last night.  They all went off at once.  That doesn’t usually happen save the first time.  Sort of an all systems go.  Next time we do anything like that, only one will release.  You shouldn’t see more than one go off at a time until we’re trying to have babies later on.  I mean, if we decide to.  Then it’s usually two firing in succession.  At least if I remember the ancient Gallifreyan anatomy texts properly.  Have to check that.  But this morning when I…”

 

He paused then rushed on.  “When I took myself in hand, so to speak, only one…erm, fired.”  How did he keep getting into these conversations with Rose?

 

“Ah,” she said.  His eyes narrowed at her smirk but he kept his voice from showing his growing discomfort with the topic.

 

“And even if it were all four, I’d give you warning, Rose.  I wouldn’t assume you’d want me to…finish in your mouth,” he told her.  It was his turn to turn pink.  “Can we talk about something else?” he asked her.

 

“Am I embarrassing you, Doctor?” she wanted to know.

 

“No, you’re not embarrassing me, Rose.  You’re making me hard again,” he grated out.  “Or at least the thought of your mouth around me is.”

 

“You are such a randy bloke,” she said batting him lightly with her hand.

 

He sighed.  “I’ve never been like this before,” he told her rubbing his hand across his hair.  “It’s kind of disconcerting.  You do this to me, Rose.  I want you all the time, even when it’s just a background hum.  It’s always there.”

 

He waved his hands expansively and she took a step back to get out of his way.  “Not that I’m blaming you for it, and I can control it, but I look at you or brush against you and I don’t want to.  The only thoughts crashing through my head are just so totally…inappropriate.”

 

“Not…totally.”  Her voice was low and rippled against his mind like velvet.

 

“And when you talk in that voice, it doesn’t help, Rose,” he growled.

 

“It’s not easy for me, either, you know.  Do you think I don’t want to do inappropriate things with you?  To you?  I’ve been aching with want since I met you.  And it’s more than a background hum with me.  I have to fight it every day, every hour,” she said.  He opened his mouth and she raised a hand.  “And don’t tell me I don’t have to fight it.”

 

He frowned.  “I never thought it would be like this when I agreed to Romana’s plan.  Never thought I’d want to lose control and that’s about all I want when I’m with you.”

 

“Look,” said Rose, “we can get through this.  We’re not a couple of horny teenagers in the backseat of a car.  We’re grown ups.  We don’t have to be a slave to our passions.”

 

“You so sure about that?” he asked.

 

“That we’re grown ups?”

 

“No.  That we don’t have to be a slave to our passions,” he said intently.

 

“I’m hot,” said Rose abruptly.

 

“Rather part of the problem,” he told her.

 

“No, I’m hot.  My clothes dried out a half an hour ago.  It’s blazing in here.”

 

The Doctor pulled the map out of his jeans.  “There’s a stream up ahead that makes a little pond not too far from here.  Figured we’d eat lunch there anyway.  We can take a swim if you like.  Help to cool you off.”

 

“Did you sneak along my bikini again?” she asked him.

 

He gave her an ardent look.  “No,” he said.

 

“Well, I suppose with how hot it is and how fast we dried off after the storm we’ll dry fast enough.  If we swim in our clothes, I mean,” Rose told him.

 

“If we swim in our clothes?” he asked hopefully.

 

Rose gave him a look and he thought for a moment she was going to be angry with him again, but that wasn’t what she was thinking at all.  “Not going skinny-dipping, Doctor, but my bra and knickers cover up more than that bikini would have anyway.  I mean, if you can handle it.”  She scrubbed her hand through her hair.  “Queen of mixed signals, aren’t I?”

 

“A bit, yeah,” he said softly.

 

“Sorry, I…”  She huffed.  “Maybe a little playtime, then.”

 

“How much is a little?” he wanted to know.

 

She huffed again.  “Less than last night, more than up against the tree?” she asked.

 

“How much less than last night?” he pressed.

 

“I..I don’t…”

 

He backed down.  “You say stop when we get there,” he told her gently.

 

She looked immensely relieved.  “If I can,” she muttered as she trotted of ahead of him.

 

 

 

The pond was beautiful.  Rose was delighted by this hidden treasure in the heart of the rain forest.  It was fed at one end by waterfall and drained at the other by a stream, but the center was a relatively still pool.  It was well-shaded, as was most of the jungle, but it seemed somehow cooler next to the water.  The Doctor scanned the water and pronounced it free of hazards and about five feet deep in the center.

 

“Eat first?” the Doctor asked catching her eyes.  “Or swim?”

 

“Eat,” Rose said glancing away from the heat in his gaze.  “I’m hungry.”

 

“So am I,” the Doctor commented, but Rose didn’t think he was talking about food.  They set up their little picnic on a wide flat rock that jutted out into the pond.  Rose had packed chicken, bread, greens, cheese, and fruit for their first meal of the day.  Everything else was non-perishable, but she’d wanted some real food before they’d have to switch over to mostly dried meats, fruits, and grains.

 

They ate in relative silence, which was starting to become a habit with them, but the Doctor kept casting long, blistering looks in her direction that spoke louder than words.  She was afraid that if he’d been able to smell her arousal before, there’d be no hiding it now.  How fiercely she wanted the man.  The only thing helping her not overheat entirely was that she had her feet dangling in the cool water.

 

The faint scent of pineapples was wafting in her direction as well and she dug her fingernails into her palms.  It was like being in perpetual heat.  It waxed and waned but it was always there.  Even with the medication.  “This planet?  It’s uninhabited, right?  By humanoids?  Just the drayguins here?” she asked.

 

“Yeah.” 

 

With a sigh Rose made her decision and stood up.  She stepped away from their picnic rock, stripped off her cargo pants and turned to face the Doctor, watching as he quickly stripped down to his boxers.  He moved towards her and she raised her arms as his hands went to her waist and pulled her shirt up over her head, the thong with its vial of pills coming off with it.  He was just raising his hand to touch her breasts when she tapped him on the shoulder, called out, “Tag!  You’re it!” and raced for the pond.

 

In a flash he was after her but she was fast and he didn’t catch her until she was up to her shoulders in the water.  She squealed as he grabbed her about the waist and turned her around.  She grinned happily up at him and then splashed water at him, blinding him temporarily and making him lose his grip on her as he moved to clear his eyes.  She escaped from him, swimming a little further away before turning back and giving him an enticing look.

 

When he came after her, she splashed him again but this time he was prepared for her and kept coming, his hands gripping her waist tightly.  She thought he was going to pull her in for a kiss but instead he lifted her up out of the water and tossed her backwards.  She went under with a splutter, her bum grazing the bottom of the pond before she bounced back up to the water’s surface.

 

She got her feet back under her and wiped her streaming hair out of her face, then glanced over at the Doctor who was grinning manically.  She smiled at him then turned and dove under the surface of the pond, her eyes opening in the clear water.  She doubled back and managed to swim around him and come up behind him, pushing him off balance.  He stumbled forward and then completely submerged.

 

Rose had enough time to grab a breath of air before she felt him grab her and drag her under water.  He pressed his forehead against hers, kissed her on the nose and then let her bob back up to the surface.  He broke the water next to her and she called out, “Truce?”

 

“Truce,” he agreed with sparkling eyes.  Rose grinned at him and then turned onto her back, floating in the coolness.  She felt the Doctor’s hand grip hers and turned her head slightly to see him stretched out and floating next to her, just far enough away to barely keep a hold on her fingers.

 

She wasn’t sure how long they lay there on the surface, whether the minutes had stretched on to a half an hour or if it was only ten or fifteen, but she was content to just exist in the time that it was, floating in the gravity well that was Rose and the Doctor just as much as she was floating in the pond.

 

Reluctantly her feet found the bottom again and the Doctor was moving to right himself in the same breath.  “Feeling better?” he asked her softly.

 

She nodded at him.  He had kept his grip on her hand and now he pulled her slowly to him.  Her body crashed lightly into his and then bounced back just a little.  He raised his free hand to her face, cradled her jaw, and looked into her eyes.  She lifted her face to his and said, “Kiss me.”

 

He needed no further encouragement, probably hadn’t even needed that much, to do so.  He ran his tongue across her lips before bringing his own lips in contact with hers.  She shivered at the delicate little flicks and then jolted when his mouth firmly took possession of hers.  He darted his tongue about, never settling in one place, as if he were trying to reach every bit of her in one manic round.

 

She tried at first to keep up with him but finally just settled on letting him do his thing and running her hands up the strong muscles of his back.  After awhile his hands moved down to her bum and pulled her firmly against him.  He caressed her lightly, his fingers moving gently over the rounded flesh that wasn’t concealed by her knickers.

 

Rose moaned into his mouth and his fingers found their way under the elastic, resting against her skin but going no further.  Then he was lifting her up and his face nuzzled against her breasts.  She could tell from the way he was trying to position her body that he wanted her to wrap her legs around his hips, so he could bury his face against her chest.  He shifted her again and his mouth came down on her nipple and she cried out as he sucked hard.

 

His hands came down her thighs and adjusted her firmly and then her legs were winding around him and she could feel him against her, two scraps of fabric the only thing that kept him from entering her heat.  Gently he rocked her body against him and it wasn’t in her to protest.  With her gripping him between her thighs he no longer had to hold on to her with both hands and one of them rose up to the back of her bra, unhooking it with two little flicks.

 

It came free and he moved the fabric up out of the way so that he could suck on her nipple properly.  Rose groaned as he fastened on a second time, his hand coming up beneath to cup the warm fullness of her breast.  It felt so good to her.  She wanted him.  Wanted him to carry her to shore and lay her down on the bank and do whatever he wanted to her body.  Twelve days had never felt so long to wait before in her life.

 

“So good,” she mumbled as he began to rock more firmly against her.  He gave a rather dirty sounding laugh that tickled against the pebble he laved with his tongue.  Need flashed through her groin and almost as if he sensed it, his hand drifted away from her breast and down to the waistband of her knickers.

 

“Rose?” he questioned as his fingers gently pulled against the fabric.  “Can I?”

 

“Yes,” she whispered and his hand plunged down to find her clitoris already standing tall.  She shuddered at his touch, not in orgasm but just in reaction to the sensation it shot through her.  He began to rub gently at the button and her hands met his shoulders.  In her wanton state she began to raise and lower herself, sliding against his shaft through their undergarments.

 

He stroked her slowly and softly and her head fell back, her long hair trailing down into the water again.  His lips found her throat and he licked up and down as she rose and fell against him.  She pushed all thought to the back of her mind, no longer caring that she probably shouldn’t be doing this, that she was leading the Doctor on by doing this but not doing what he wanted to do.

 

Her mind lost even that last bit of resistance as sensation began to overwhelm her.  She heard him growl, “Rose, I’m going to come soon.”  He began to rub quickly at her clit as she continued her steady motion and then she hurtled over the edge and a moment later she felt the Doctor start to jerk against her.  They fell backwards under the water and she kept her legs tightly wrapped around him until he finished, holding her breath until she nearly burst and he rushed them back to the surface.

 

She gasped in a lungful of air and turned her eyes on him as her legs unwound from him.  Words formed in the front of her mind, words she wanted to say desperately.  Words she hadn’t said to anyone since that day long ago at Bad Wolf Bay.  I love you.  Instead she held fast to her silence and buried her face in his chest.  But it was true.  She’d fallen for him all over again.

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