Hunger Moon: Chapter One
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amberfocus
A/N: Here you are, the first chapter of the sequel to Wolf Moon. Hope you enjoy. All artwork on the page was done by angelfireeast.
Pink Fury
The TARDIS was furious. Absolutely furious. She could not believe what the Doctor and Rose had just done to her. And after she’d been so nice and acquiesced about Rose’s request that she allow herself to be disguised as a blue Police Box while Rose took the Doctor to Earth to meet her mother.
How had they repaid her kindness? A few sweet words and a gentle caress to her coral supports? Oh, no. The Doctor had sulked that she’d done it and Rose had been worried about him and forgotten to even mention it. She was sorely tempted to change back, especially since two days later the Doctor and Rose had lost control of their hormones and mated in her control room. Her control room!
And if that wasn’t bad enough, they’d done it on the console! The only thing that had prevented her from shocking the hell out of the pair was the fact that it was Rose sitting on the console and not the Doctor and she wasn’t sure Rose could take the same amount of voltage as the Doctor and besides that, after the first time she’d shocked Rose the Doctor had gotten quite nasty. Anyway she wasn’t sure what the effect of being electrocuted naked might be and as mad as she was, she didn’t want to mess up Rose’s reproductive system and prevent her and the Doctor from being able to have children once Rose’s DNA had stopped changing.
She wasn’t quite sure how that worked. It wasn’t like humans and Gallifreyans were simple and just dropped seeds like she would if she needed to make babies. And she wanted their children running around her corridors some day so she did have to be careful. But they still deserved some kind of consequences for their inconsiderate actions. Otherwise they might try mating on her console all the time and that would just be…horrifying.
The thing that got to her the most was that they knew better. Both of them. The Doctor, and she’d almost started thinking of him as her Doctor in the most secret part of her mind until this had happened, knew that the console room was the one place on the ship she could not turn her receptors off in. And even her Rose knew that to be true. Her Rose had asked her about it before she and the Doctor had ever mated inside the ship, because the woman had been embarrassed at the idea. They’d had a conversation! And yet there they’d been rutting like the animals they were on her most sensitive equipment. Rose’s embarrassment had certainly fled the time ship.
Thoughtless, that’s what they were. All they cared about since the bonding was mating. Her Rose had been so busy with the Doctor they hadn’t had a real conversation since. She’d given them some leeway. It was all so new to them and they did deserve an adjustment period, but she hadn’t thought they’d be so insensitive to her needs. Well, she’d make right bloody sure that the pair of them would never do it again. Her console was sacred.
There were lots of little things that she could do to make their lives inconvenient, but there was one big thing she could do, too. She hadn’t approved of Rose’s plan to lie to her mother about the Doctor any more than the Doctor had and had been relieved when Rose had decided to tell the truth, but Rose had seemed to be wavering since then. With any luck she’d be able to prevent that from happening if Rose changed her mind again and teach the two of them a lesson on taking her for granted. The TARDIS gave a self-satisfied hum as she formulated a plan and worked on just how she was going to put it into action.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Rose said as the Doctor rolled off her and they lay together in a sweaty heap.
“Made love?” he asked.
Rose reached down and snagged the duvet, pulling it up over her. The air in their bedroom was decidedly chilly. They’d finally made it there after their first frantic shag in the control room. “Made love on the console,” corrected Rose. “She’s going to be upset with us.”
“Well, how were we supposed to know what the effects of venting the last of the medicated fog out of the ship would have on our sex drives? I’m not sure we could help ourselves,” he protested.
“But she’s most aware of us there. She was watching. She doesn’t have a choice in the console room, but to know what’s going on. She told me that once,” Rose said.
“Rose, she’ll be fine. She’ll understand. And we’ll promise not to do it again if she brings it up, okay?”
“I think we should apologize,” she muttered.
“Rose, the TARDIS won’t care. Not really. She’s immune to that sort of thing,” the Doctor said.
“Are you sure?” Rose asked.
“Of course, I’m sure. Are you questioning my knowledge of my own ship?” he asked petulantly.
“No, it’s just…why’s it so cold in here? It’s never cold in here,” Rose said.
“You think she’s punishing us or something?” he asked with humor twinkling in his eyes. “I’m sure there’s just some flux in the thermostat. I’ll take a tinker with it here in a bit. Now if you’re really cold, come here. I’ll warm you up.”
“Oh? And how’s that going to warm me up? I’m the one with the warmer body temperature. It might warm you up, but not me,” Rose pointed out.
“Well, my body might not warm you up much, but vigorous exercise will,” he told her wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.
“Again? Doctor, we’ve had this chat all week. Doesn’t matter how much I want to.” Her voice went low as the desire still fired through her system. “My body can not keep up this amount of, well, abuse isn’t the right word...” She wrinkled her forehead. “Overuse? Yes, that’ll do. I can’t keep up with this amount of overuse,” she told him. “Even with the herbal supplements I’m still taking, it’s not going to be enough. We shagged on the console, made it halfway down the corridor and then you took me against the wall, and I haven’t even recovered from our go in the bed!” She sounded indignant, but her eyes were sparkling.
He pushed insistently against her leg. “You sure? You can be on top and control everything. All that bouncing about is sure to warm you up.”
Rose gave him a disgusted look as he tried to make this about her comfort and not his own desire to see her bouncing above him. “You just want to fire that last one off,” she told him. “I know what you’re up to, Doctor,” she said. She threw off the duvet and padded over to the closet. She pulled out a couple of thick blankets and brought them back to the bed.
“These will keep me warm, too,” she said as she yanked the duvet off the bed, put the two blankets on and then recovered it with the first. She slid back into bed beside him and said. “Ah, there, toasty now.”
“I liked my idea better,” the Doctor said petulantly.
“Of course, you did,” Rose said tartly. She curled up against his side. When he didn’t say anything more she raised her head and looked at him. “Don’t pout,” she told him. “It doesn’t become you.”
“Not pouting,” he told her. “I’m trying to control my erection and make it go away. Damn hard with you pressed up so tight against me like that,” he said.
Rose pulled away from him and moved towards the other side of the bed, but he immediately pulled her back to him. “Wasn’t complaining and didn’t say it was impossible. Said it was hard.”
“I know it’s hard. That’s the problem,” Rose giggled.
The Doctor growled at her. “Jokes like that do not improve the situation.”
Rose sighed. “Sorry.” She rolled away from him again and sat up on the side of the bed. “Come on,” she told him. “Let’s go.”
“Where to?” he asked puzzled.
“Med Bay. Fix me up and then we’ll go again,” she said.
“Rose, I didn’t mean…I was just…”
“Told you, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I’m sore.” She gave him a soft grin. “I always want to when I’m with you. And since I’m always with you, I always want to. And right now, I’m still as randy as when we first hit that console. Didn’t realize that pink fog was still keeping us so much under control until it was out of our systems for a couple of days.”
Rose put her foot down on the floor and then pulled it back with a little shriek. “What? What’s wrong?” the Doctor asked springing up in the bed and coming on to full alert.
“The floor’s like ice!” she exclaimed. “It was fine a minute ago. Now it’s bloody freezing.”
“Can’t be that cold,” the Doctor said dismissively.
“Fine, then you go get me my slippers,” she said. He slipped out of bed and winced as he made his way across the cold floor. He retrieved her slippers and a thick pair of his own socks out of the dresser then hurried back to the bed. He tossed Rose’s to her and then slipped his socks on. Rose pulled a thick robe over her body and the Doctor slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Hurriedly they made their way to the infirmary.
“Oh, it’s warm in here,” Rose said. She was shivering from their trek through the corridors.
“It has a separate temperature control,” said the Doctor. “It also has a backup generator. Temperature needs to remain constant in here so that an injured or sick person stays stable.”
Rose hopped up on the examining table and the Doctor ran the tissue regenerator over her pelvis. Her aches and mild abrasions healed quickly. “So then, back to bed?” the Doctor asked.
“It’s plenty comfortable in here,” Rose said with a suddenly seductive grin. “Have you ever played doctor?”
“Why should I play doctor? I am a doctor,” he replied confused.
“Well, today,” said Rose slipping off the table and pushing him down in her place, “I’m the doctor. And it’s time for your exam. Now be a good boy and take your shirt off.” Rose let the robe fall off her shoulders and grabbed the white lab coat that was hanging on the back of the infirmary door, hastily covering herself with it and doing up the few buttons it had, giggling because it still showed plenty of her body.
The Doctor hesitated. He should probably let Rose know that the infirmary was closely monitored by the TARDIS at all times, but it was at least warm in this room. Temperature didn’t generally bother him but their bedroom really had been a little uncomfortable. At her seductive grin and sudden removal of his top, he decided to cooperate instead. He was glad he did.
Her fingers ghosted from his elbow down to the pulses in his wrist where she made a great show of taking a reading of first one then the other. She’d snagged a stethoscope from somewhere, he wasn’t sure where, since it was an archaic piece of Earth equipment. Romana must have taken it as a souvenir on some of her travels.
All thoughts of the dead Time Lady fled his mind as Rose slid the device over his right heart, then his left. “Umm…two hearts, sir. And they’re both…racing.” Rose rolled her R is such a sexy manner that he couldn’t help but reach out for her. “Now, sir, we really can’t have any of that. It’s not proper,” she said lightly slapping his hands away from her. “It’s time for the physical exam.” Her fingers trailed lightly up to the bite scar laced with gold on his left shoulder.
“This has healed nicely,” she said and then unable to resist she leaned forward and kissed the center of the mark.
“Now who’s being unprofessional?” the Doctor asked with a smirk.
“I’m simply checking your skin for damages,” Rose insisted.
“With your tongue?” he inquired.
“You’d be amazed at what I can learn with my tongue,” she responded cheekily. “Gives one all kinds of information.” She leaned over and licked her way down to his nipple, then across his chest to the other one. “For instance, I know that your nipples are quite responsive.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s quite responsive,” he growled bucking his hips up towards her.
“Now, sir,” she told him, “That’s no way to speak to your physician.”
“Seems your nipples are quite responsive, too,” he added as she rose up to give him a mock glare. His fingers flew to her lab coat and pulled it open, the buttons popping and flying across the room. “And I didn’t even have to touch them,” his voice fell into a gravelly tone, “or lick them. Or do anything at all.”
“This is quite irregular sir, quite the breach in ethical behavior between a doctor and her patient,” Rose protested trying hard not to giggle.
“I’m finding it hard to care,” he said pulling her forward by her hips.
“Perhaps I should just ignore your behavior and get on with the exam?” she said. He was about to tell her to stop her game when she added, “Remove your pajamas and undergarment, sir. I need to check your reproductive organs for irregularities.”
“Would that be an oral exam?” the Doctor asked with a wicked grin as he wiggled out of his remaining clothes then sat back down on the table.
“Are you questioning my methods?” Rose asked as she got down on her knees so as to be at eye level with the area about to be examined.
“No, not at...ah…” the Doctor broke off as Rose’s mouth closed around him and her fingers began to explore. When she had finished her little exam he was pretty sure there wasn’t an inch of him she hadn’t licked, sucked, nibbled, or caressed.
She pulled off him several minutes later with a loud popping noise. He wanted so badly to come in her mouth that he protested but she said, “Ah, ah, ah, sir. I’m in charge of this procedure.” She let the lab coat slide to the floor and she told him, “Lay back.” He did and she clambered up on top of him. All thought left his head as she completed his exam in the most unprofessional but delightful manner.
Jackie Tyler had expected that she would never see her daughter again after finding the packet of letters in Rose’s flat the week Rose had disappeared. She’d come to terms with it, really. She’d known that if the Doctor ever came back for her child there might be no time for good-byes and she’d long ago given Rose her blessing to go and live a happy life with the man.
It hurt a little but not as much as it had the year Rose had vanished without a trace as a teenager and she’d had to live with all the fear and uncertainty, wondering if the girl was even still alive. Rose was a woman now and Jackie well knew she could take care of herself. And it helped that she had Pete and their son to keep her occupied. She’d been resigned to, and accepted, the fact that Rose was gone and life had to go on without her.
So when she heard the sound of the TARDIS engines coming from her back garden, she was stunned for a moment into utter disbelief. And then she was overwhelmed with emotion and she was running through the house and out through the kitchen door and watching as the TARDIS materialized on the lawn. Her hand flew to her mouth and she started laughing. She’d like to excuse herself by saying she had tears of joy at the prospect of seeing her daughter again, but she knew very well it was not the case.
The reason she had fallen to the ground clutching at her stomach and had tears streaming down her face was because the Police Public Call Box that had appeared before her was a stunning, shocking hot pink.
Ch. 2: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/28105.html
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Date: 2008-03-28 07:18 am (UTC)