( Not a work friendly chapter, my lovlies... )
“But since you’re here,” the Doctor said, “you may as well be of some use to us, Jack. That booth across the way sells cribs and cradles. We can pick up something while we’re here and you can help us haul it back.” His hand slid down to pick up Rose’s and the trio made their way across the aisle to the other stall.
Rose and the Doctor were both drawn to and easily agreed on a crib and matching cradle that were ornately carved from a deeply burnished red wood. Rose had protested that they didn’t really need both until the Doctor said, “The cradle is for the console room, Rose. You’ll most likely need more sleep than the babe after the first few weeks and this way I can have him in with me while you’re resting and just bring him to you for feedings.”
Rose had turned away then to look at the bedding sets and to hide the tears that had come into her eyes. He was planning on being that much of a hands on father? He had accepted the baby that completely now? The pain of recent weeks began to lift from her shoulders and she found herself staring at a pretty green blanket with little rocking…well, not exactly horses on each square. They were roughly equine and if you overlooked the extra pair of legs or the twisted horns behind the ears it might pass for something almost but not quite like a donkey. A six-legged, horned, rocking donkey. With a beard.
She moved on to a different set, one with various planets, moons and stars. That was probably a bit too predictable considering her son would be growing up on a space ship. She felt hands against the back of her waist and the Doctor spoke against her ear. “We can find something more conventional on Earth if you like. As long as you stay away from teddy bears or Noah’s ark.”
Rose nodded and said, “Or Mum could make something. She’s good with sewing.” When the Doctor didn’t answer Rose turned around to look at him. “We are going to have to tell my mum sooner or later, you know.”
“I vote for later,” he said handing Rose the little bag with the outfit he’d bought for the baby. “Come on. We’re done here.” The Doctor and Jack heaved the two boxes up and they started back for the ship.
“Have to say, Rose, love the outfit. Any plans for this evening?” Jack asked with a smirk once the cradle and crib had been stored in a room just off the Doctor’s bedroom. Rose refused to look at him. He was being monstrously wicked in his own head and she could tell just from the sound of his voice.
“Well, I owe Rose a surprise,” the Doctor said giving her a soft smile.
“Oh, really?” asked Jack. “What sort of surprise?”
“Wouldn’t be one if I said, now would it? It’d be nice, though, if you’d make yourself scarce tonight,” the Doctor said with determination.
Jack’s eyes widened and he glanced at Rose. “That okay?” he asked her quietly and this time she did meet his eyes.
“Yes!” she said a little too adamantly.
“Good then. I met this Roloxian firebird over in the gamma quarter who invited me to a party. It runs all night. Didn’t know if we’d be here.”
“We’ll be here,” the Doctor said.
“She said I was welcome to bring my friends…” Jack trailed off as Rose narrowed her eyes and set her jaw. “I’ll just be off then soon as I change.”
“You do that,” said Rose.
The tension in the console room built as they waited, Rose on the jump seat, the Doctor fiddling with switches and adjusting knobs with his sonic screwdriver. Eventually Jack reappeared in a rather flash pair of brilliant red leather pants with large oval holes cut out of the sides revealing skin. His top was sleeveless, black, and sparkly.
“The TARDIS provided that?” asked Rose with a squeak.
“Nah,” said Jack. “Did a bit of my own shopping today. Gamma quarter has lovely sex shops.” He handed Rose a small bag. “This might come in handy,” he told her. “Figured I’d give it to you later, but tonight seems like a good time for you to try it out.” She blushed at his knowing look and refused to look inside while he was still in the ship.
When Jack and his oversexed attitude had finally left the ship she dared to peer into the little bag. “That man!” she said in exasperation as she lifted out the jar inside and read the side of it. “Here I thought he’d gotten something risqué and it turns out it’s just a body butter for preventing stretch marks. I think he likes to try to wind me up on purpose.”
“He does,” agreed the Doctor. “So shall I take you to get your surprise now?”
Rose approached him slowly. She put one hand delicately across his chest. “Does it involve leaving the ship?” she asked him.
“Yeah.”
“Then no. It can wait. I have a surprise for you, too. And it doesn’t involve leaving the ship at all.” The Doctor swallowed hard as her hand slid down his chest to his waist and then up under his t-shirt to brush against his abdomen. He sucked in his breath as she removed her hand and slid it down his arm to grasp his wrist. “Come with me,” she said with a little tug.
Of their own volition his feet followed her through the TARDIS corridors. She paused outside her bedroom door and looked up at him, her hand on the knob. They’d always made love in his bedroom, never hers, because he’d always wanted her to have a place that was her own, a place to retreat to from him if she so chose. A right to say no even after they’d been having vigorous sex for weeks.
She opened the door after a searching glance and brought him inside, leading him right up to the bed. “I want to make love with you,” she said.
“Are you sure, Rose?” he asked her.
She reached out and cupped him and he groaned at the unexpected touch. She ran her hand up and down his rapidly hardening length. “Yeah.”
“But we’re still messed up. I mean, aren’t we? I’ve tried to make up for things, but I know it’s still there. A few kisses are a far cry from sex.”
“Look, as long as you don’t expect this to make everything all better, Doctor, we’re fine. As long as you’re aware that we still have a lot of things to work on and you’re willing to do it, it’s good. I miss you and I want you and I really need for you to take your clothes off right now and remind me just how good a lover you are, okay?”
“Rose.”
“Damn it, Doctor, I want sex now! Off!” she insisted and reached out and tugged his shirt upwards. Bemused he raised his arms and she pulled the garment over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Her hands reached for his belt buckle and she quickly unfastened it, her eager fingers pulling at the button fly next. She tugged down his jeans and made short work of pulling his boxers to his ankles in one rough tug that made him let out a little yelp and left his erection bouncing like a wind sock in a storm that couldn’t quite make up its mind which direction to blow.
Rose had no such indecision in what direction she was going to blow and immediately knelt at his feet and took the head of his penis into her mouth. He gasped and swayed and her hands came around him and clutched at his bum to steady him. Oh, she had missed this. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, so soft and silky, and wished not for the first time that she’d be able to take in all of him, though she often had a hard enough time taking all of him inside her body if the angle wasn’t perfect and there was no way she’d ever be able to deep throat him.
She hummed around him as she bobbed her head forwards and back. She didn’t really plan on doing this for long, just wanted to give him a rough and ready blow job so he was fully hard and she could shove him down on the bed and scramble on board in one of the few positions where she was in control and could completely take him. His hands drifted to her head and she glanced up at him only to see him staring down at her, watching her every move.
When he was as hard as she could make him she shoved him back onto the bed and then pulled off his boots, socks, and the jeans and boxers that had been pooled around his ankles. He tried to sit up and reach for her but she shoved him back down. “No,” she said. “Stay.”
He contented himself with propping his torso up on his elbows and watching her with dark eyes as she released the little clips that attached the top of her outfit to the bottom. She slipped the trousers off and then unwrapped the gauze from her breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as her breasts bounced free. In the last three months the pregnancy had enhanced her body, increasing her cup size by one and though he’d loved her perky chest before, he appreciated the changes wrought by hormones.
His eyes trailed over her slightly fuller hips, the small swelling of her abdomen and as she turned, the curvier bum that he was going to have to get his hands on at some point that night or go completely mad. He was serious when he told her earlier that he liked the changes pregnancy had made in her body. She was beautiful before, but with his child in her belly she was a work of art. Even her skin shone with a radiance now she was over the sickness and his fingers ached to touch every inch of it.
She smiled at him as she turned back and caught him ogling her and then shucked off her knickers and climbed onto the bed. Rose made no pretense of seduction. She scrambled up his legs and promptly positioned his erection at her entrance. “Rose, are you sure you’re ready?” he asked when she looked like she was just going to push herself onto him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and looked him directly in the eye. “Doctor, I’ve been ready for hours,” she said as she slid down onto him, pausing at the halfway mark. Slowly she worked him further into her body. It took a concentrated effort as it had been so long since they had done this she wasn’t used to him anymore. But she was determined and eventually she met his pelvis. Very slowly she began to rock against him.
He plopped flat on his back and his hands came up and caressed her breasts. He was cautious at first. He wasn’t sure how tender they might be from the pregnancy, but she encouraged him when she bit out the word, “Harder.” He increased the intensity of his squeezing and kneading and when she leaned forward far enough he raised his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Her rocking stilled as she stayed put and allowed him to work his magic with his tongue. As he swirled around the little peak his fingers continued to caress her breast, the other hand brushing lightly against the second bud with teasing whispers of movement. She tightened and released her muscles around his shaft while he nibbled and licked and sucked and played.
Eventually what she was doing was too much for him and he let go and laid his head back onto the bed again. Slowly Rose began to rise and fall atop him and his hands came out to grasp her hips, his fingers curling around her to rest on her bum. She kept the speed controlled for a long time, almost too long, and he was whimpering with need as the gentle sliding continued. At last Rose felt the rising of her orgasm and with just a minute adjustment of angle she increased her speed until wave upon wave of contractions hit her and she felt herself weaken and collapse against him.
“You okay?” he asked her.
“I’m good.” Her goofy smile convinced him it was true.
“You ready to change positions?” he continued.
“Yeah.” He rolled them over abruptly and Rose widened her thighs, giving him more room to move.
“How do you want it?” he asked her.
“Hard and fast,” she told him.
“Rose, it’s been months,” he protested.
“Hard and fast,” she insisted stubbornly. “And deep,” she added with narrowed eyes because she could see him thinking things over. He still hesitated. “It’s what I want!” she told him. “You can fix me after if you have to.”
“That’s not what the infirmary is for, Rose.”
“Damn it, Doctor! Will you just let go and shag the hell out of me?” She slammed her hips upwards into him. “I need it.” She drew out the last three words, emphasizing each with an insistent thrust.
“If it’s what you really want,” he said.
“It is.” She smiled as he gave in, and the rhythm he set for them was fast and furious and Rose kept up with him, her body dripping with sweat as she met each jab and took him almost fully. She was panting and her fingernails were digging deep into his back, and there was a madness in her eyes that he had never seen before.
He worked his hands beneath her, wrapped his arms around her shoulder blades and gripped her shoulders, holding her so closely air didn’t even dream of getting between their skin. Her lips met his and her tongue battled roughly against his as he plunged desperately into her body again and again. She had needed this so badly, wanted it beyond reason and he has taken her to her limits and shattered her again.
Her orgasm tripped his and he came harder than he ever had, flooding her insides with his seed. As soon as he was finished he rolled them over and she laid spent on top of him, his penis still lodged within her body as it took its time coming down from its latest adventure. They stayed like that for several minutes.
Rose pushed up from him eventually and managed to dislodge herself from around him with a wince. She fell back on her back beside him and he reached for her, tucking her under one arm and splaying his other hand across the bump that was their child. She ached but it was worth every twinge.
“I missed you,” she told him. “So much.”
“I missed you, too, Rose.” He kissed the top of her hair, pulled her even closer. “My Sera-qua,” he whispered into her ear.
“My Seri-lua,” she responded in exhaustion. Seconds later she was asleep.
Ch. 18: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/97631.html
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