amberfocus | Hunger Moon: Chapter Nine

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A/N: Rose and Jackie argue. Rose and the Doctor have rather inappropriately timed and located sex.

Anger and Lust

“What’s going on is that you were jumping to you own damn conclusions,” snapped Rose. “And they couldn’t have been more wrong!” She glared at her mother as she held onto the Doctor.

Jackie frowned at Rose. “You have to admit it looked bad for the Doctor.”

“No, I don’t. He was outside for a long time before the security cameras failed. You never once saw him with the twins on the footage we did see. You just assumed. You assumed because he was an alien he was up to something nefarious. At least the alien who’s been sleeping in my bed is my husband. I don’t know who the hell you’ve been sleeping with,” Rose said viciously.

Jackie pursed her lips. “Actually, Pete’s been spending nearly every night at Torchwood and when he has been home, he’s been too tired to do more then sleep,” she said.

“And that wasn’t a great big, giant clue right there?”

“We’re not exactly young anymore, Rose,” Jackie said.

Rose rolled her eyes. “Could have fooled me.”

“That’s enough, Rose.”

Rose bit off her angry retort at being told to end the argument when the Doctor reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’s all right, Rose. No harm’s been done.”

“But it has,” she said glaring at her mother. “She was going to back that monster up on throwing me out of their lives forever if you’d taken the twins. He threatened to kill you and mum didn’t even blink an eye. Plus, she questioned my judgment in jumping straight into bed with you.”

“Rose didn’t,” he said. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t tell me I don’t know. I’ve seen the way you two are,” Jackie said.

“You haven’t seen anything,” ground out the Doctor. “And from what I understand, those twins were conceived the night you and Pete met, so if ever a pot was calling a kettle black, it’d be you, Jackie Tyler.”

Jackie opened her mouth to respond, but Mickey raised his hands and stepped between them. “Well, first of all, the most important thing to know is that the twins are safe,” said Mickey. “And the Doctor didn’t take them. I did.”

Jackie advanced on Mickey. “Where are they?”

“They’re safe. Jake and I took them to a safe house. We’re operating under Pete’s orders, the real Pete, under protocols he put into place before whatever happened to him happened to him.”

“You don’t know then? You don’t know where my Pete is?” Jackie asked suddenly sounding scared.

“No, but we’ll find him. Now we know these things have infiltrated Torchwood, we’ll find them,” the Doctor said. “But first, go and pack a bag. We’re taking you out of here, Jackie. It’s not safe for you now that that creature knows its identity has been blown.”

Jackie looked like she wanted to argue, though Jackie usually looked like she wanted to argue just on principle. She didn’t, instead nodding abruptly and disappearing to do as she’d been told.

“Rose, I don’t think it’s going to be safe for you to go back to your flat, either,” said Mickey.

“We can take the TARDIS,” said the Doctor. “We can materialize inside it.”

“I’d feel better if the two of you stuck around for a while. Frankly, Jackie’s going to be a terror until we find Pete and I could use Rose as a buffer,” Mickey said.

“We’ll try,” Rose said. “But I’m so mad at her right now I’d just as soon smack her one then try and calm her down for you.”

“Rose.”

“Fine,” she snapped giving in with bad grace. “But until she admits to me she was wrong and apologizes, you only call on me if you absolutely have to.”

Rose was hiding in the bathroom of the safe house avoiding her mother after an hour of sitting on the sofa with her indignation simmering. She washed her face quickly and turned off the water. “You’re mother is driving me crazy,” the Doctor said bursting into the bathroom. Rose turned to look at him in surprise as she finished wiping her hands on the towel.

“Do we need to have a chat about boundaries again, Doctor?” Rose asked raising her eyebrows and looking about the bathroom meaningfully. “Did you sonic the lock?”

He nodded. “I knew you were done,” he said only somewhat apologetic. “I heard the water running.”

“What’s she doing now?” Rose asked with a sigh, turning back to the mirror and running her fingers through her hair.

“Does she have to be doing anything?” he muttered. “Isn’t just being Jackie enough?” Rose sighed. “She’s being holier than thou,” he continued. “Acting like it was only natural for her to make that mistake. She’s so convinced she didn’t do anything wrong, I just want to shake her.”

Rose frowned. “I was hoping this you and her would actually get on.” She sounded wistful and the Doctor moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

“Might have done if she hadn’t accused me of stealing her children and making you feel like you’d married an axe-murderer or something,” he said with a grumble. “I’m not even sure you’re going to be able to get on with her after this.” His hands picked up her hair and moved it over her shoulder and his lips found the back of her neck. “Missed you,” he said and his breath was hot against her skin.

A jolt of electricity shot straight to her groin and she bit down on a groan. “Not here, Doctor,” she said.

“Why not here?” he asked innocently, but the look on his face reflected to her in the mirror was far from innocent. He grasped her hips and ground forward against her bum, pushing her into the bathroom counter.

“Doctor,” Rose said warningly, but her stern tone of voice was somewhat spoiled by the smile on her face.

“It’s been,” he paused and let his lips trail up to her earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly, “hours.” Rose whimpered and despite her protestations she found herself pushing back into his suddenly impressive erection. His tongue moved up to the shell of her ear, circling lightly inside the gentle curve.

“Only six,” Rose said in a high-pitched, breathy voice. His hands slid from her hips to her waist then continued upwards, his fingers just lightly grazing the outsides of her breasts, barely touching them at all. It was enough. Shivers crawled up her spine.

“Six too many,” he said on a gasp as her hand edged backwards and wiggled a space between them, stroking the bulge trapped there.

“Lock the door,” she said as her eyes fell closed. She whimpered as his body moved away from her. The lock snicked shut and he was back, his fingers grazing the hem of her shirt and slowly easing it up, brushing feather soft against her skin as he raised it up and over her head.

Her eyes opened and she watched him in the mirror as he slid his hands to the front clasp of her bra, flicked it open, and saw his gaze darken as her breasts fell free. He raised his hands to the rounded flesh taking them possessively into his palms and gently cupping them, squeezing lightly before brushing his fingertips in slow concentric circles before finding her nipples.

She moaned and had to bring her hands forwards to support her weight on the counter before her knees gave. She continued to watch his actions in the mirror as he teased the nipples with his index fingers, first ghosting over the areolas and then just barely whispering across the hardened buds. Rose pushed back against his erection again as he took the peaks between index fingers and thumbs and rolled them before pulling lightly.

He repeated the process, starting with the soft underside of her breasts before moving infinitesimally slowly back towards the middle. Rose couldn’t stand it any longer and turned around and yanked his leather jacket off him. It fell to the floor and next came his black t-shirt, its fabric tearing a bit under her eager fingers.

She unfastened his jeans and freed his shaft from his boxer briefs and then wiggled out of her knickers. She saw him begin to lose control at her touch, as the scent of her arousal overwhelmed him and he grabbed at her skirt, shoving it up to her waist and then picking her up and setting her on the edge of the bathroom counter.

His big hands moved in to spread her legs and he moved forward into the space he’d made. One finger found her entrance to be wet and waiting for him and without even attempting to stretch her with additional fingers he roughly shoved his length into her. Rose cried out, a little in shock at his haste, but her eyes were rolling back in her head as pleasure coursed through her. That first moment of entry with him was always bliss.

A knock on the bathroom door startled them. “Rose, are you okay? I heard you cry out.”

“I’m fine, Mickey,” she called out in an extremely high-pitched voice.

“You sounded like you were in pain.” The Doctor smiled wickedly and pulled back. He thrust forward sharply and she grunted.

“No,” she managed. “I’m not in pain.”

“You sure?” The Doctor thrust even harder the second time and she dug her fingernails deep into his shoulders.

“Bastard,” she whispered up at him and he grinned even wider. “Yes, I’m—oof,” she said. “Go away, Mickey,” she groaned.

“Rose,” Mickey continued.

“I’m having sex, damn it! Now go away.” She was sure she heard a snicker through the door, but no further queries were forthcoming from the other side. She reached her hands around the Doctor and pushed his jeans and boxers down a bit further so she could grab the flesh of his naked bum in her hands.

“Harder,” she urged him pulling him into her. He grinned and thrust into her again with enough force that she nearly fell back and hit the mirror with her head. He reached forward and gripped her shoulders to keep her in place and then began a punishing rhythm of deep penetrating strokes that had her biting down on her lip to keep from squealing.

“I’m close, Rose,” the Doctor told her, his grip on her shifting and one hand letting go of her to snake down between their bodies, his thumb sliding between the apex of her thighs and into the slick folds, coming to rest on the little bundle of nerves. He pressed down hard and began a rapid back and forth motion, encouraging her towards orgasm.

Rose let out a gusting breath, sought the link in their minds, found the place that triggered the electric golden sparks and watched as the soft golden glow rose up from her hands as she ran them across his back. She channeled the energy into him, focusing it down his arm and into his thumb, feeling the little stuttering shocks as they pulsed into her clit.

She came on a scream that she had no time to stifle and then the Doctor shouted her name and she felt the iciness of his seed invading her warmth. “I love you,” she said as he pressed his forehead to hers a moment later.

“I love you,” he said with every ounce of emotion he could imbue the words with.

A harsh pounding started on the bathroom door. “Rose Tyler, just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” The Doctor used a word Rose had never heard him say before. He wasn’t prone to vulgarities. Although it was, she had to admit with an irreverent grin, rather appropriate considering they’d been doing just that a moment before.

“I heard that!” said Jackie.

“Good!” said Rose. She cleaned herself up and put her missing clothing back on, rearranging the pieces that hadn’t made it all the way off. She waited until the Doctor had cleaned up and neatly tucked himself away before she took a deep breath and opened the door.

“There are children in this house, Rose. What kind of example do you think you’re setting by having sex in the bathroom?” Jackie said.

“The twins are asleep, Mum!”

“Not for long with the two of you carrying on like you were. I could hear you from the living room.”

“Oh, like you and Pete don’t have loud sex.”

“Not in the bathroom!”

“Don’t know what you’re missing, then,” said the Doctor cheekily and taking Rose’s hand he led her around Jackie and into the TARDIS. “Round two?” he asked hopefully the minute the door was secured behind them.

Rose glanced at him and sighed. “No.” She shook herself. “I mean, yes, but in a minute. I’m mad at Mum again and I need a bit to cool down, maybe eat something, yeah?”

He smiled at her. “Yeah. Come on, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Real food this time, Doctor. Not that I minded you lying down on the kitchen table and pouring whipped cream and chocolate sauce all over yourself the last time you ‘fixed me something,’ but I want something substantial in my mouth this time,” she said.

He grinned and made for his zipper. “Oh, I walked myself right into that one, didn’t I?” she said with a giggle.

“Real food, coming up,” he said.

She smiled at him. “And then you can put that rather substantial something in my mouth,” she said while running her fingers lightly down the front of his jeans. He groaned, but she skipped away from him.

“Minx,” he said.

“And you love me for it,” she called already in the corridor.

“That I do,” he said and hurried after her so he could watch her hips sway as he followed her down the hall to the kitchen.

Ch. 10: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/56927.html

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Oh dear, like mother like daughter. Both Rose & Jackie are pretty stubborn. Hot sex in the bathroom? Now, that's really... Can't imagine Mickey's reaction when Rose told, or rather shout to, him that they're having sex in the bathroom. Brilliant chapter this one! Love it!

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