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amberfocus) wrote2008-12-18 11:34 pm
amberfocus) wrote2008-12-18 11:34 pm
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You're What?: Chapter Forty
A/N: Rose and the Doctor participate in their bonding ceremony. The chapter ends with a love scene, so NC-17 for that part. Many thanks to Corusca for the emergency beta help. This chapter dedicated to my poor, sick, regular beta amyo67. I hope you get well soon, hon.
Chapter Forty: This Bond Unbreakable
“Some things go without saying. Other things, though not necessary to speak aloud, are nice to hear. And then there are the things that must be said, words that have more potency than we can really understand or comprehend in the moment before speaking them, but when they fall from our lips they become realer than real and they solidify into being something that everybody already knows but no one quite realizes the power of. Those are the words I have taught you, Rose Tyler. Those are the words we speak today.”
The Doctor was dressed in a shirt and trousers much like the dress she had on. It was red and silk with rich gold brocade that lined the deep V-neckline. It was tied with a thick red sash at his waist that held the left panel over the right. The sleeves were long and full, narrowing at his wrists. The trousers were voluminous, swelling about the thigh and then tapering to his ankles. They were both barefoot, feet firmly in the soil and against stone.
“I hold in my hands the bitterroot,” the Doctor said as he picked up the root and broke it into three pieces. He handed one piece to Rose, tucked the middle piece into a pot full of soil, and kept the third piece for himself. “We partake of this root with full knowledge that bitterness can arise even in a partnership bound by the oldest of customs, within a relationship held together with the deepest of love. We understand and allow for this and know that if we approach each other with understanding, that bitterness will fade and in its place something beautiful will bloom.”
They both placed the root pieces into their mouths and swallowed as the third piece seemed to magically grow into a beautiful flower. Rose knew that it was simply a supercharged growth medium that the Doctor had placed it in, but that did nothing to spoil the magical effect. She tried not to make a face at the residue the root left on her tongue.
The Doctor picked up the tube of honey next and dipped his first two fingers into it then held it out to Rose to do the same. “Sweetness will replace all bitterness if the time is made each day to not let frustrations grow, to not let slights imagined or real fester, and if love is avowed often and truly and anger allowed to depart by the setting of the evening sun.”
He placed the honey coated fingers into Rose’s mouth and she slowly sucked them clean and then offered her own small fingers to him. As his tongue slid along them licking the sweet substance away she felt a deep twinge in her groin and heat began to pool low in her belly. She could tell that the ritual had not left him unaffected either, the trousers he wore doing nothing to hide his desire for her.
Next he plucked the bloodstone ruby from the little stone ledge he was keeping all the ingredients for bonding on. It had been the one thing he’d already had in his possession, the one thing they hadn’t had to go looking for. “A bloodstone is unlike any other jewel in the universe. It has the ability to absorb the genetic material of the person who holds it and bind it within itself.” He took a small, sterilized knife and pricked his finger, allowing the small drop of blood to fall upon the ruby. It glowed as it sucked the blood deep within its center.
The Doctor picked up a second small knife and Rose held out her hand, wincing as he made the cut. She dripped her finger over the stone and watched as it absorbed her blood. She wasn’t sure but after the glowing had subsided it seemed as if the bloodstone ruby was even deeper in color than it had been before. The Doctor quickly healed the two cuts with his sonic screwdriver. “Bound by blood forever to thee, my hearts rest within your hands,” he told her. She repeated the phrase back to him and he went to fetch the amber.
“Forever caught within the hands of time, stilled at its most beautiful moment, the trilliby flower encased in amber represents the fullness of our bonding. A perfect trinity triad; the inner petals spread wide in welcome, symbolize the woman welcoming her eternal mate. The larger outer petals symbolize the man, protective and encompassing but not overpowering the inner petals, not overpowering his mate. They work in partnership. The outer bracts hold them together, keeping them whole and as one within themselves. Three in one, three times, bodies, minds, and hearts.”
The Doctor nodded at Rose and she took the bloodstone ruby she still held in her hand and set it on the point they had determined was to the North. She retrieved the empty vial of honey and placed it on the point that was to the East, while the Doctor put the trilliby encased in amber to the South and the bitterroot flower to the West. He held out his hand to Rose and they stood in the center of the compass points.
Together they spoke the Gallifreyan words that the Doctor had taught to Rose. “Ravayluh, revelo, re sarenvoh, Ja vestor en zeil. Ja plen ter torvinumesolin, re ter javenoh, orenly.”
They repeated the vows in English. “Heart, body and mind, I give to thee. I pledge my commitment, and my love for all eternity.”
The out of phase fire flared up and encompassed them in a circle around the four points of the compass as the Doctor took Rose into his arms and kissed her. When he broke away from her he smiled down at her tenderly and then reached for her hand. He led her over to a bed of rushes and spongy fronds he had made beforehand and his fingers reached out to unhook the deep red silk dress from her body. It fell in a puddle at her feet, leaving her bare before him.
Rose reached for the sash at his waist, pulled it free, and unwrapped his shirt from his torso. He let it slide down his arms and fall to the ground behind him. Rose untied the golden cord that held his trousers to him and it, too, fell to the ground, another pool of deep red silk against the greens and browns of the makeshift bed.
They sank to their knees upon the rushes and the Doctor helped Rose lay back, quickly sinking to her side and pulling her naked body against his. He held her for several long moments listening to her breathe as she listened to the syncopated rhythm of his double heartsbeat. Slowly he began to rain kisses across her face, starting with her forehead and moving to her eyelids, nose, cheeks and finally her mouth.
He peppered her lips with tiny little brushes of his own until in a bit of frustrated impatience Rose reached out and caught his lower lip between her own. He gave a startled gasp as she sucked the temptation into her mouth, running her tongue just along the inner edge of his lip. He shuddered against her gentle intrusion and she felt his hardness press determinedly into her thigh. She shifted her leg to rub against him and his breath puffed against her face in a contented sigh.
He raised one hand and caught her breast, ever so softly teasing the sensitive underside with his thumb. It made her moan into his mouth, his captured lip finally released from her grasp. His tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding and twisting against hers in a rapid rise from tender to fiery as he took all control away from her and all she could do was grip at the back of his head and hold on for dear life.
His hand moved upon her breast, tweaking the nipple that rose up fiercely under his caress. She groaned and her pelvis bucked against him, her back arching to close off the inch or two between their torsos, seeking to seal her skin to his. His mouth released hers and he slid his kisses across her jaw and under her chin, nuzzling into the curve of her neck, settling on the hollow of her throat and dancing his tongue into the indentation.
The Doctor whispered her name against her throat and he moved his mouth down to her clavicle while his thumb moved to rub little circles around her areola before arrowing in on the sensitive nipple again with quick, fevered little strokes. Rose’s hand found his head and she rubbed against the soft fuzz of his closely shorn hair, scratching his scalp lightly with her fingernails. His hips bucked into her in response and she let out a low throaty giggle that turned into a hiss of surprise as his mouth fell to her breast and sucked her nipple in between his teeth.
His teeth scraped lightly against the raised nubbin and she cried out at the gentle nip that followed. His tongue circled mercilessly and she felt a bolt of electricity shoot straight to her sex, her body craving his in the ultimate fashion. She trailed her hands over his shoulders, caressing the blades as far as she could reach. Rose drew mindless patterns across him as he continued his deliberate torture.
Relinquishing her nipple with a loud pop, his tongue dove into the valley between her breasts, his nose nuzzling the skin as he chased the little beads of sweat that had formed there before paying equal attention to the neglected breast. His free hand drifted down to her hip stroking idly against the inside of the hip bone, just shy of the curls and the treasure hidden beneath them.
Rose cried out her frustration as he teased at the very edge of her soft hairs, pulling a few loose curls between his fingers and tugging ever so lightly. She bucked upwards again and he laughed against her breast, sending a shiver delightfully through her body. He moved the final few inches to the folds of her femininity, gently stroking up and down them a few times before parting them with his thumb and second finger, his index finger narrowly focused on the bud of her clitoris, already standing tall and begging for more attention as he circled it with the lightest pressure.
With his attention focused elsewhere Rose was able to turn her body and wiggle down just enough to ghost her hand lightly across his penis, stroking up and down teasingly with no pressure at all. With the shoe on the other foot the Doctor’s finger became much firmer against her clitoris and as a reward she tightened her hand firmly around him, her thumb teasing through the beading pre-ejaculate at his tip and using it to ease her progress.
He groaned her name and words in Gallifreyan, some of which she recognized now from their vows, some of which she didn’t, but from the raw tone of them she rather thought they were profanities that were sexual in nature. She smiled. She always enjoyed making him lose so much control that he lapsed into his native tongue.
The Doctor’s fingers dipped lower down and he pressed first one, then two, then three fingers inside of her. She was slick and wet and oh, so ready. She let go of him and rolled onto her back and he followed, his knees spreading her thighs wider as he settled between them. He rested the head of his penis against her opening, locked his gaze upon hers, and pushed inside of her to the hilt.
She gasped at the sudden movement then lifted her hips. He began a slow and careful rhythm, his eyes never once leaving hers. He took her to the edge twice before backing away and letting the tension build again until it was at a level that was almost painful. It was then that he reached for her hand and brought it up to his temple and with a nod from her settled his fingertips against her own.
He began to thrust into her with more force, the gentle glides being replaced with a dizzying, upwards spiral. Her eyes remained open but her vision was gradually obscured as her mind spread itself wide before the Doctor and she felt her own consciousness merging with his in a musical cacophony. She could see the colors of the melodies and harmonies as they diverged and came back together until finally they were woven into a whole that was beautiful and eternal, a mingling of her very essence with his own until she could no longer tell what was him, what was her. There was only them.
The music crashed louder through her soul building to a crescendo that was almost maddening with its blinding, deafening force. Above it all she heard a steady throbbing, a drumbeat of three hearts beating together, three hearts that were one. The world exploded back around her with a vertiginous array of sights and sounds as her orgasm crashed through her. At the same time she felt him come strong and hard, felt him as it left him, felt it as it entered her, felt his seed cold against her warmth as she squeezed him to completion.
The dimensional fire roared up around them until she was sure she could feel its heat and then her eyes found his again and she felt his love, deep and abiding and eternal from the inside of her own mind. Bond mate, his thoughts whispered in her head. Forever, mine, Rose, mine, beautiful, mine, love, mine. She placed her own thoughts of love and possession into his mind with far more ease than she would have thought possible. And then he told her his most closely guarded secret. He whispered to her his name.
Ch. 41: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/228749.html
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*le sigh*
Perfect.
I loved the ceremony. The words that they spoke seemed just right. Sometimes when authors write these types of scenes they feel contrived and sometimes downright cheesy but these were lovely.
I'm glad I stayed up.
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FIRST!!!!!!!!!!
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This really was/is such a FANTASTIC chapter!!!
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*le sigh*
And I'm so glad you ended with that last line like that because, frickety-frack, man, if River Song gets to know his name, then by crikey, Rose should know it, too! *nods firmly* ;)
*applause* Loved it! (And not just because it was awesomely smutty, mind you, ,ut because it was all wonderfully romantic and lovely and... well, okay, the awesome smuttiness didn't hurt. :D *adjusts halo* ;) But I loved all the other stuff, too! ;) ) ♥♥♥!!!
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Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I really wanted something a bit different this time around.
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Hot and romantic, incredibly hot and romantic. Not sure what to do now, whether to go and molest Mr Flar3 and demand conjugal rights or just snuggle him.... Maybe a bit of both!
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That was so beautiful!
Perfect!!!!
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That was wonderful! I loved the imagery.
*giggles* I got up to see if my school was closed. I think I'll be dreaming about that when I go back to sleep!
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And the sex, well ... maybe I should, like, go re-re-re-read it before commenting on the HOT awesomeness of your descriptions ....
*Melts*
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Absolutely loved the last few sentences!
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I absolutely adore any and all of the bonding scenes you've written. They are all so beautiful, and you manage to make each one unique.
And he told her his name! Squeeee!
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Oh, oh, oh. And this chapter! OH! What an incredibly good bonding ceremony you've written, and what a lovely, sexy scene, and oh. His name. YES.
I need more now! :) (You knew I'd say that, right?)
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