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“I don’t want control,” she said. “I have no intention of tying you up. I want you to stay still, on your own, just for me,” she said softly. “An exercise in self-restraint while I pleasure you. Tying you up would make it too easy for you.” And she flared heat throughout his nervous system with a shimmer of golden sparks. He gasped as the erotic effect went straight to his groin.
“Rose!” he protested. “Do not give me an erection right before I have to see your mother!”
Rose laughed at him. “You’re going to have to take a shower before you go to the infirmary anyway,” she told him. “You reek of sex and she’ll know you’ve been shagging the life out of me.”
He pulled her body even more tightly into him and she could feel the effect of herself on him. She reached between them and stroked his penis. “Devil woman. Stop it!” She pouted but withdrew her hand, got up and started searching for her clothes. The Doctor had great difficulty tucking himself back into his jeans and he kept shooting little glares in her direction as they dressed. She stuck her tongue out at him; then as she pulled it back she licked her lips.
“Evil minx,” he told her. She giggled. The TARDIS coughed politely in their heads and caused the door to reappear in the library wall. The Doctor moved to it and poked his head outside just in time to see Mickey staring at the door in consternation.
“Knew the library was around here somewhere,” he said. “Rose in there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” said the Doctor abruptly.
“Tell her that her mum is looking for her. And if she smells anything like you, the two of you best shower before you go anywhere near her or she’ll thump you one for being rude and having sex while Pete hangs at death’s door,” Mickey said with a grin.
The Doctor glared at him. “I’ll be checking on him and Davin in a few minutes. And Pete’s not at death’s door.”
“Maybe not, but she thinks you’ve had well and enough time to get those creatures off Rose and she’d like an update on what all the beeping noises and glowing little lights mean,” Mickey said.
“Thank you, Mickey,” Rose said appearing at the doorway, the buttons on her blouse off by one and her hair completely disheveled.
Mickey smirked but didn’t comment on her appearance. Then he glanced at the Doctor again and his expression sobered. “When you make your rounds, do you think you could check on Suzie? She’s feeling a bit off.”
“Of course,” the Doctor said. They parted ways, Rose and the Doctor heading to their bedroom and Mickey going to let Jackie know it wouldn’t be long. The pair showered quickly, for once both behaving themselves despite sharing the stall.
Rose went with the Doctor to check on her step-dad. “About time you two showed up,” Jackie said when they ducked into the infirmary.
“It took longer than we expected to get the Lurvins off of Rose,” the Doctor said. “They were hard to convince to let go of her.”
“Somehow I think it was you who was hard to convince to let go of her,” Jackie muttered, eying the way that Rose was tucked under his arm and had her arm wrapped tightly about his waist. “But I don’t wanna let go of him,” she continued jabbing a thumb in Pete’s direction. “So I need to know how he’s doing, if he’s gonna be okay.”
“I told you, Jackie, he’s going to be just fine,” the Doctor said somewhat impatiently. Rose pinched him disapprovingly and he had to stifle a yelp. “It’s going to take time, that’s all,” he said in a more compassionate voice.
The wall monitor beeped and very slowly the machine that Pete was inside began to exude the flat exam table he was laying on. He was pale and his skin had that just healed angry pink look to it in places but the improvement from how he’d looked when he’d gone in was astounding. “Pete?” said Jackie. “Pete?”
“He’s still under the anesthetic, Jackie,” the Doctor said. The Doctor washed his hands, pulled on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a vial. Carefully he loaded a syringe and injected it into Pete’s IV, then repeated the process with a second vial and syringe.
“What were those?” Jackie asked as the Doctor checked Pete’s vitals.
“The first was a painkiller. He’s not completely healed, as I said. The other was to reverse the effects of the anesthetic. He should wake in a half an hour. Then we’ll move him into the nutrient bath,” the Doctor said.
“Do you need to use the loo?” Rose asked her. “It’s just through those doors.”
“You won’t leave him alone?” Jackie asked.
“Of course not,” said Rose. Jackie hurried into the little room and then returned a moment later. “You want me to bring you something to eat?" She checked the time counter on the wall. “It’s been several hours.”
“Yeah, I could murder some of that Thai food Suzie made last night.”
“I’ll bring you some.”
Rose hurried to the kitchen to warm up some leftovers for her mum while the Doctor moved to the computer and began reading through the analysis. “He’s really going to be okay? You’re not just holding back to keep Rose from worrying?”
“I don’t keep things from Rose,” he said simply. He pushed the chair back from the computer and swiveled to look at her. “I know you’re worried about him and that’s to be expected, but according to this,” and he gestured at the monitor, “he’ll make a full recovery.”
Jackie glanced at the screen but the random looking circles might as well have been random looking circles. “What’s that then?” she asked him.
“My native language,” he said.
“Looks pretty,” she said.
“It is.” He spoke a series of fluid, melodic syllables and tears came into Jackie’s eyes at the loveliness of the sound.
“What’d you say?” she asked.
“Roughly translated I said, ‘Do not worry so, mother of my hearts’ greatest joy. I will not let your love be taken from you this soon.’”
Jackie flung herself into his arms and after a moment’s hesitation he hugged her back. “You love my Rose.”
“Yes.” The gravity in that one word was enough to hold a world together.
“Is this something I need to be worrying about?” Rose asked dryly as she reentered the infirmary with a tray of food. “You’re not going to snog him again, are you?”
Jackie pushed away from the Doctor with a laugh. “No,” she said. “No. Oh, that looks grand, Rose, and it smells even better.” Rose set the food down on a little table and Jackie snagged the computer chair.
“Pete should be awake in another twenty minutes. I need to go check on Davin and look in on Suzie and then I’ll be back. If he wakes any sooner put your hand on the wall and ask the TARDIS to alert me,” the Doctor instructed.
“She’ll understand me?”
“Oh, she understands you very well, Jackie Tyler. She likes you,” the Doctor said.
“She does?”
“Kindred spirits, you two,” he said a bit darkly.
“Can I understand her?” Jackie said.
“No,” said Rose. “You’re not telepathic at all. But she could guide you with noises or lights if necessary, certainly get a negative or positive opinion across to you. She’s much more…vocal than the other TARDIS was. She’s a more advanced model with a better user interface.”
“You sound like him,” Jackie muttered.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Rose said. She leaned down and dropped a kiss on her mum’s cheek. “We’ll be back in a few.”
Davin was resting easily and though very tired from the psychic drain of the Lurvins detaching he was recovering. Rose brought him a plate of food while the Doctor checked his vitals and left him with the instructions to stay in bed until morning and then he should be fine. A quick check on Suzie revealed that the sudden cramping she’d been feeling was simply a pinched nerve in her lower back and with a bit of Denebian acupressure the Doctor had immediately relieved the pain.
They stopped by the wardrobe room to find swim togs for Jackie and Pete to use in the nutrient bath and then returned to the infirmary. Pete was just waking up and was aware enough to let Jackie help him to the loo and then into the trunks. Rose and the Doctor settled them into the bath, Jackie first and then Pete leaning against her so that she could keep his head above the surface of the thick healing liquid if he drifted off to sleep.
“Again, you can reach the wall and alert us if you need help for anything,” the Doctor said. “But it's best if he stay in here uninterrupted for at least three hours. Four would be better.”
“How are the twins?”
“Sleeping,” said Rose.
“Good.” She sighed. “See you in a few hours then.”
The Doctor and Rose went to the kitchen and ate a quick, light snack. A real meal was going to have to wait. With a bright, eager look on her face Rose led the Doctor back to their bedroom and asked the TARDIS to take away the bedroom door. Then she turned back to her husband and said, “Naked would be good.”
With a grin the Doctor slowly began to remove his clothing. Rose just stood there watching him as each garment was taken off and stacked upon a chair. He had a thing about not throwing his clothes on the floor, what had happened earlier that day in the library notwithstanding. Many things had to be just so. Bit of a control freak, him. He narrowed his eyes. She was really going to enjoy this.
“What about you?” he asked her when he stood before her completely bare and somewhat preening as her eyes trailed their way down his form, lingering at his penis standing tall and proud. She tilted her head.
“Turn around,” she said quietly.
He pouted a bit but turned so he was facing away from her. She took off her own clothing making as much noise as she possibly could with the zipper and the fabric, the little minx. She tossed things about the room deliberately then aimed her bra so that it came over his shoulder and landed on his feet. She knew it would drive him crazy for her to make the mess. She was normally quite thoughtful about not doing such things.
He stood there for as long as he could then made to pick up the clothing. “Please don’t move unless I tell you to move,” she told him gently, careful not to make it an order. She got down on her knees behind him and kissed the back of his left calf, her lips caressing the muscle lightly before her tongue shot out and swirled against his skin. His body jerked at the contact. Ever so slowly she worked her way upwards, lingering for a full minute on the back of his knee.
He shifted a bit as she worked at the ticklish spot but did not pull away. From there she kissed her way up the back of his thigh. She nipped lightly at the spot where his buttock joined the top of his thigh and he was suddenly hissing as she layered kisses across the strong muscle, then across to the other side and back down again. Eventually she made it back up to the small of his back and her hands reached around, each one sliding across the smooth muscles of his upper thighs, her fingers just coming to rest at the edges of the little patch of hair.
His penis hardened fully and it was a battle not to turn slightly, make her hands touch him as they stroked lightly at the join of thigh and pelvis. He wanted those small, hot, still mostly human hands wrapping about him, one hand encasing his shaft and sliding wickedly up and down, the other cradling the heavy sack of his balls. Rose was determined to do anything but that it seemed as she continued to fiddle with the patch of curling hair.
When her hands moved away and slid onto his stomach he let out a frustrated sound of disappointment. She rose behind him, kissing her way up his back and then molding her body to the shape of his, her arms reaching up to stroke his chest, to hold onto his pectoral muscles, to rub her palms across his nipples. She played at the little nubs bringing them to full arousal.
Suddenly she let go of him and he whispered, “Rose,” in protest. But she was coming around to the front of him then and his eyes darkened as he saw her beautiful bare body. He reached for her and she shook her head no, dancing back just out of his range. With a sigh he dropped his hands, fisting them tightly to remind himself not to reach for her again.
She stepped up to him then and turned his body, pushing him forward. “Lay down,” she said. He tried to turn but she wouldn’t let him. “On your stomach.”
He glanced downwards at his raging erection. “Rose, I’m not sure I can.”
She gave him another push forward. “Try,” she said.
With a sigh he gave in and settled himself rather uncomfortably face down on the bed. She straddled him just below his bum, reaching forward and squeezing the tempting mounds of well-muscled flesh, sighing out the words, "You have such a lovely arse," before pushing up the length of his back with the heels of her hands. She leaned over him then so that only the tips of her nipples brushed against his skin. She used her breasts like tandem paintbrushes, drawing designs on his back until he thought he was going to go mad from the sensation.
“Rose,” he finally muttered when he could stand it no more. “Rose, let me…oooh.” He groaned as her tongue began moving against his back and her legs straightened out until she was lying on top of him and slowly easing her way down the length of his body with nips and kisses and caresses.
On the way back up she scratched her nails lightly against his flesh and he could feel the sensation of Rose’s little golden sparks creeping along his skin. When she reached his neck she stretched herself out again and bit into the muscle of his shoulder the way he so often liked to do to her when they made love and at the same time sent a concentrated shower of sparks directly to his pelvis. He bucked upwards so hard he threw her off him, fortunately onto the bed and not onto the floor.
“Sorry,” he managed breathlessly. But he wasn’t, not really. He turned over and pulled her to him.
“Doctor, you’re supposed to exercise self-control,” Rose said.
“Then you should have left me with some,” he growled at her. “That last little trick,” and he rolled her beneath him parting her thighs with his knees, “Rose Tyler,” he kissed her neck, “was my,” he thrust himself forcefully into her body and ground out the word, “undoing.”
Rose’s eyes widened in shock and he realized he hadn’t thought to control his size in his tormented state of arousal. She bit at her lip in concentration and he waited for a moment before whispering. “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head no but her eyes were somewhat glazed. “Rose?” he asked again, worried.
“Gimme…minute,” she managed to say.
“Rose, I can make it smaller.” In fact he was so worried that he’d hurt her it might make itself smaller.
She shook her head no, panting just a bit. “Want…to try.” She took a deep breath. “Slow,” she said. “Just…take me…slow.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she said still somewhat out of breath. “For you. Try.” Ever so slowly she raised her hips and he groaned and began to move.
The pace he set was languid. His eyes never left her face as he searched it for any signs of pain as he withdrew and then carefully pushed back inside her waiting warmth. The fit was so tight, so incredibly tight and hot as her walls clung to him, and not having to concentrate on keeping himself from expanding opened up a whole new level of sensation to his body and his mind.
He moaned as she opened her mind to him, let him know that he wasn’t hurting her, that it was okay to move just a little bit faster. Shallow movements became deeper and every step along the way she encouraged him as her body became more and more used to the new feeling of fullness.
Her body was producing copious amounts of fluid, easing the process as he continued his slow rhythm of plunge and pull back. When he saw the little golden glow begin to emerge from her body he almost panicked, so desperate at the idea of how they might make him react, but Rose had them firmly under control, simply causing a tingling throughout both of their bodies instead of focusing it specifically on where their bodies connected.
Again she urged him to increase his pace and when he searched her mind he found that her body had fully adapted to him. With that he began to let himself go, thrusting more forcefully into her. She let out little whimpers of pleasure and her fingers clutched at his back, her fingernails digging in as he drove into her.
He felt her surprise as her orgasm tore through her without warning and the tight, almost painful contractions of her body around him ripped his through his entire being, his icy seed racing out to drench her insides and he realized in shock that two of his testicles had fired in one go. Rose screamed, unable to control herself and the Doctor’s own shout nearly drowned hers out. Sparks shot off their bodies, driving them to even higher heights and for a moment it felt like they were floating above the surface of the bed.
Colors lit the room around him, blinding him for several long seconds as a rush of wind filled his head. Shot after shot fired from his body and he shook violently within her. And when at last he was finished and back to reality Rose was still contracting around him.
When she came down she was crying and saying his name over and over again.
“Doctor. Doctor. My Doctor.”
“Rose?”
“Was good. So good. I love you, I love you, I love you,” she told him fiercely holding him tight to her.
“I love you,” he told her.
“What…what…just happened?” she asked him.
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